She turned around as soon as she heard the door and I said a surprised, "Hi."

"You know, you shouldn't answer the door this late at night. I could have been a rapist or a kidnapper," she said.

"I know. But curiosity got the best of me. What's going on?" I asked.

She took a deep breath. We both watched as it appeared in the cold winter air. "Santana… I love your voice. I love the way you talk. I love to hear what your passions and your desires. I love the way you swim. I love the way you rotate your foot when your legs are crossed. I love how you twirl your hair around your finger when you need something from someone. I love your cooking. I love the way you bite your bottom lip when you're confused or want to kiss me. I love the way you drum on surfaces with your fingers when you're nervous or bored. I love the way you make me feel, how you make me feel like I'm the most important girl in the world. I love how you never make me feel stupid. I love your humor and how you can always make me laugh. I love you personality. I love your honesty. I love the way you dance. I love your road rage. I love the way you laugh. I love your smile. I love your eyes. I love your hair. I love the way you sing." She took another deep breath, trying to contain everything she had just said. "And I even love Snixx. I love everything about you; your flaws, strengths, everything. I love you Santana. I love you so much."

I smiled and pulled her in out of the cold and shut the door.

She continued, "I-I didn't say it back awhile ago because I was scared. I knew that once it was said, it would never be taken back. I didn't want our relationship to change because it's perfect the way it is. Now, I realize that I was so stupid―"

I had to interrupt her. "You're not stupid, Brittany. Neither you nor anyone else should ever call you that."

By the sweet smile she expressed, I knew she felt the weight of what I said. Brittany told me about how when she was a lot younger, she struggled with people calling her or the things she did stupid. Honestly, jokes on them because she's doing so great now.

She continued, "When I left, I drove home and turned right back around, kicking myself for just saying 'Thank you.' And I'm not just saying it now because you did. I so in love you, Santana." Then she shyly added, "I have been for awhile." She looked to the ground briefly and then right into my eyes with so much heart and so much emotion. "I love you more than I've ever loved anyone."

"You don't need to kick yourself, Brittany. All you need to do it kiss me."

Her hands moved in one swift motion to each side of my face as she complied and pressed her lips to mine. This was a kiss unlike any other. Every subtle movement of her lips or tongue was like a bomb of sensation sent through my whole body. All these feelings that were said were being shown through this kiss. It was deep and romantic.

"Come here," I whispered to her, pulling back from the kiss and taking her by the hand.

We moved through the house and upstairs to my room. I put on some quiet music as she took off her coat and shoes. I walked up to her and my whole body connected with hers as I pulled her in close to me. I wouldn't call it dancing, we just moved together to the beat of the song. The only light was a dim lamp and moonlight just peeking through the curtains in the window.

We spun around the room, carelessly moving our feet. I kissed her and gradually moved her backwards to where the back of her legs hit my bed. She gave in and laid down, never breaking our kiss. I straddled her and my lips travelled to her neck. I felt one of her hands stroke my hair and the other playing with the hem of my shirt. She slipped a warm hand underneath, yearning to take it off.

"Is this okay?" She whispered politely, like she always did.

I nodded and wiggled out of my shirt. I was in a loose v-neck and wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

"Oh, no bra? I like," She said, nodding in approval and anticipation.

She leaned forward and kissed my collarbone, sliding her tongue over the outline of the bone. She sat up and pulled off her own shirt and pulled me under her.

"Santana, you are so beautiful," she murmured, looking down at my half naked body.

She ran her hand over my stomach and over my breasts. She stopped and gently squeezed one. I pulled her down and she kissed between my breasts and then all over them. I held her tight, not wanting to ever let go of her. She came back up and kissed me on the lips as I ran my fingers through her soft hair.

I mumbled her name through her kisses. This felt different from any other time, it was deeper. We were more connected. While she continued to kiss me, I worked my hands over her toned back and through the clasp of her bra, to which I easily unclasped. She takes a moment to maneuver her arms through it and throws it down beside her.

Seeing a woman's bare chest in such a romantic, sensual setting, a feeling like no other. They were so full. I always want to touch them; to touch hers. She took one of my wrists in her hand and placed it on one of her breasts with a shy smile. She patiently watched and waited while I stroked her breast.

She pushed our two bare torsos closer together and makes her way back to my lips. I accepted her kisses with an open mouth, encompassing all of Brittany that I could. I felt a shiver through my stomach muscles as she traced a path downward with the tips of her fingers.

I slid one of her bra straps off of her shoulder and it fell in a natural motion to the floor. Brittany continued to touch me all around, sending sensations throughout my whole body. I felt heat between my legs that I'd usually try to ignore though today, it was too prominent to ignore.

I followed her gaze as her eyes scanned downward. She lifted the hem of my pants with one of her fingers.

"Do you want me to stop, sweetheart?" She asked kindly.

"No. I don't." She pulled off my pajama pants. "Take off your jeans."

"Anything for you." She wiggled out of her jeans.

I had never felt so comfortable in such an exposed position. I felt safe, I felt calm, I felt hot, I felt everything; with every touch she gave me, I felt it.

My breathing got heavier as I felt her make her way between my legs. I was embarrassed by how wet I had become. Then I realized that she was the reason I was this wet. There was no reason that I shouldn't want to share this reaction with the person who made me feel this way.

I wanted her more than ever now. This is the night. I knew that we were both ready for this. I loved her and she loved me.

I guided her hand down to the hem of my underwear, urging her to remove them.

"Santana, are you sure?"

"Yes." I said with complete confidence "More than sure. I want you to make love to me."

She pulled them off with both of her hands and I felt her face in between my legs. My panting had become louder and I was making small moans that I had never heard myself make before. I could see my chest rising up and down with every motion she made just in anticipation.

"Brittany— this is all new to me, I don't…"

"It's okay. Just relax and let me take care of it this time. If you want me to stop, just say so," she whispered and placed a few kisses on my inner thighs. That drove me crazy. She grabs one of my hands with hers and places the other hand grasped my hipbone.

Before I knew it, I felt a warm sensation on my center and I knew it was different from the hot wetness already there. It was Brittany's lips, being ever-so-gentle, kissing me in places that I never knew could feel this good. It was different. No one has ever gone down on me before and I wasn't sure what to expect. But my hips did as they rose in reaction to her, wanting her to continue. She did. I felt her tongue all around me, exploring my center and causing me to feel things I've never felt, ever. Her tongue flirted with entering inside of me while Brittany's lips paid careful attention to are surrounding it. She worked me up so hard and right before I felt like I would melt, she took it out. I exhaled deeply, partly in exhaustion and partly in aversion, wishing she had continued. She kissed her way up my stomach, chest, neck, and eventually back to my mouth.

She placed wet, sloppy kisses all around it before swirling her tongue inside my mouth; the same tongue that was just in my most private part of my body. She kissed me deeply and placed both hands gently on my face. I feel one hand come off of my face and shuddered as I felt it run down the side of my body, past my breasts, ribs, stomach, and hips. I trusted Brittany with everything and I wanted her to do whatever she wants to me. I felt her hand stop in between my legs. Her soft fingers gently caressed me there. After paying careful attention around the outside, I feel one of her fingers push inside of me.

It was exciting and it felt good but there was a hint of awkwardness as we were a little bit tangled up in ourselves. I struggled to find a good position for her and I. I wiggled around and we both giggled at the awkwardness of it all until we were completely comfortable.

Her finger was gentle and delicate but forceful all at the same time. She put two more fingers inside of me and kissed my neck while she thrust them deeper inside of me. First she goes slowly, making sure she doesn't hurt me, and then with a deep look into my eyes, I nod. She starts to go inside deeper, moving her fingers in sporadic movements that made me breathless. I felt like she knew every part of me perfectly. I didn't want her to stop. I ran my fingers through her hair and gently dug my nails into her back as she made love to me.

"Britt—" I moaned. She enters me one last time, so strong and guided. I hold on to her with everything because I'm about to crumble. She finishes me out and a burst of pleasure erupts through my brain causing me to moan loudly. And she is the first person to ever make me come. Never has anyone made me feel like that, not even my own self. She hold her hand stead, making gentle, delicate strokes as I come down from my high. Then she holds me with the other arm while I fall into her.

She sat up, straddling my body and puts the tips of her fingers in her mouth, sucking on them with a bashful smile. If I hadn't already been past the precipice, that would have put me over.

I relax and close my eyes for a few seconds. I feel her kiss my cheek with such grace and ease.

"I love you, Santana." She works her way beside me, holding on to me.

I was unable to talk yet and murmured an inaudible response. I knew she knew what I said though.

When I woke up, only a blanket covered Brittany and I. One of my arms was curled around Brittany's and our feet were tangled in each other. I moved softly, so not to wake her, and gazed at her. I placed a piece of fallen hair aside, behind her ear. She stirred and slowly opened her eyes.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"Santana, you don't ever have to apologize for me waking up next to you. Ever."

I smiled and put my thumb on her cheek and gently stroked it, feeling her soft skin.

I glanced at the clock, it was mid-morning. My parents would be home in a few hours but Ellie would probably be home anytime. We got up, brushed our teeth, and got dressed. I made breakfast for her because I knew that she can't make anything but eggs and cereal for breakfast and I'm sure she was tired of it so I treated her to fruity crepes.

"Brittany, last night, was I okay?" I asked from behind the stove.

"You were wonderful."

"I feel like you didn't…" I trailed off.

"No, I did. Seeing someone I love and adore getting so much pleasure from an ordinary girl like me is more than enough. And you're body, it's like a work of art. It's out of this world. Every muscle, every inch of skin, is just perfect." Then she added, "Besides, we have many more times to do whatever we want," with a wink.

I blushed and kissed her.

We sat down and started eating. We talked a little more about last night and did gross couple things like feed each other bites of food.

"You missed my mouth!" She exclaimed when I intentionally got fruit all over her cheek.

"Oops, total accident," I said, kissing her cheek to wipe off the strawberry remains.

I heard the door open and Ellie's footsteps coming down the hallway.

"Santana, you'll never believe who hooked up at the party last night!" Quinn noticed Brittany as soon as she actually stepped in the room. "Oh, hey Brittany."

I laughed because Ellie didn't think twice about greeting Brittany or acting any different around her. I really didn't care who hooked up, it was probably just some sophomores but I knew Ellie would want to spill details so I humored her, "Who, Ellie?"

"Blake Harding and…Wait, there's something different about you two." She narrowed her eyes and took a really good look at us. "Did you…? Noo! Last night? Oh. My. Gosh! I'm so… um, I'm so happy for you guys?"

"Well, this is hella embarrassing. These are the downfalls of being close to your sister. I'm sorry Brittany."

Brittany blushed. "Good morning to you too, Ellie! Would you like some breakfast?"

Ellie helped herself to some of the crepes and sat down with us.

"Sorry to make things sufficiently awkward. It's just hard not to notice when both of you won't stop smiling and don't act like I can't see your feet, all snuggled up underneath the table. It's sickening how cute it is, really sickening."

We both laughed. Brittany left a while later for a rehearsal at her studio. I followed her out and she reassured me that everything was fine and that it was great. She gave me the best goodbye kiss and told me she loved me. I told her back, with complete confidence.

I walked back into the house and saw Ellie scurrying back to the kitchen.

"Were you spying on us?!" I jokingly yelled down the hallway.

I reached the kitchen where she was sitting at the table, slightly breathless. "Umm, no. Okay, yes."

I grimaced.

She ignored it. "So you guys love each other?! Tell me about last night? But I mean, you don't have to tell me details. Not like all the details. Some?"

"Oh, yeah. I've always wanted to talk about my sex life with my sister."

"So you did have sex! What was it like?"

I shrugged before spilling everything out. "It was absolutely beautiful. It was more than perfect because of the fact that everything wasn't exactly perfect. Does that make sense?" I don't wait for her reply before continuing, "When I told her I loved her, she didn't say it back at first. Then she left and came back and professed her love for me. And then it just happened. It wasn't planned but it was the perfect time."

"I'm happy for you, Santana. I really am. So it was like really good? Like better than anyone else you've been with?"

"Yeah basically. And I assume it's going to get even better," I said with a grin.

"Oh, so now you are going to get down a lot?"

"I swear, Ellie… you just… there's no filter." I laughed. "It was really great but I don't think either of us wants it to be just physical. I mean obviously it'll happen again but I don't know how frequent. I'm not a good predictor of the future anyway."

"I'm so happy for you, Santana. It seems like everything is working out so great for you two."

Her mood suddenly changed. My usually bubbly sister changed into a dejected, sad sister.

"Ellie, what's wrong?"

"Bryan wants to have sex."

I felt angered. I didn't want my little sister to have sex, she was too young. Way too young. But I being selfish. My first time was earlier than the age she is now and I had just shared with Ellie my own sexual experience while she was struggling with hers.

"Do you want to? Is he pushing you? Ellie, is he pushing you to have sex? Because I will personally—"

"No, no, Santana," she interrupted. "He's still really nice and all. But, remember when he came over for dinner the other night?"

"Yeah."

"When we were in my room fooling around afterwards. Suddenly, it turned into something more and he started to unbuckle his belt. I stopped him, of course. I told him I wasn't ready. He said he understood and would wait. But then yesterday at the party, he was drinking and was telling Blair how much he loves me and wanted to share something so special with me. He wanted us to lose our virginities together. Santana, I don't want to. Not yet at least, I'm so young. But I don't want to break up with him. I love him." Ellie was near tears by now.

"So you do love him?"

"Yes."

I took her hand in mine. "If he really loves you, Ellie, he's not going to push you to have sex. He'll wait like a gentleman. If he's going to push you into sex, he's sure the hell not worth it. And let me tell you this: do not have sex with this boy if you feel uncomfortable. It will be something you will never be able to take back and it's not worth it."

I let her fall into my arms in a hug. "I don't know what I'd do without a sister like you."

I pulled her in close to me, stroked her hair, and wiped the tears off her face. "Me either. You're pretty great, Ellie. Any person is blessed to be able to know you; you're such a great girl."

She hugged me tighter and her tears eventually disappeared.

On a casually Saturday morning a few weeks later, I got a call from Kate Buckner, my student-athlete host from BHU. Kate was a very good swimmer and she was just a sophomore.

The NCAA Division I national championships, what's usually just called "NCAA's", was just this past week. It's arguably the most exciting meet on U.S turf, with the exception of the Olympic Trials. Kate made quite a mark, landing herself in the consolation finals of the 200 IM and the finals of the 100 fly, 200 fly, and two of BHU's relays. I think she actually placed in the top three in one of them. There was no doubt in my mind that she could have a national championship by the end of her career.

Aside from her talents in the pool, I adored her. She was fun to be around. She's funny and one of the least fake people I knew. She told it like it was and didn't let anyone step on her. When we first met, I had an instant friendship with her, probably because we're really similar in our bitchiness. But she really is a great person and she may or may not have been one of my deciding factors for choosing BHU last November. We talk all the time, sometimes I'll call her up or text her about swimming or whatever else. She's just a cool girl and someone who I looked up to but she didn't know I was gay. No one on that team did. Not yet, at least.

"Hey, Santana! What is your lazy ass doing today?" A typical greeting from Kate.

Eh, maybe my girlfriend. I decided against saying that and jut settled for a, "Pshh, more than your own ass. I just had a 7K killer of a practice this morning. I'm actually doing homework right now, trying to catch up. I'll probably go to a movie later on tonight or something but what's up?"

"Well, I'm currently en route to Ann Arbor. I'm going back home for the weekend because my little brother is the lead in the high school play. Apparently it's the cat's pajamas and my parents really regret missing NCAA's. So I say that you ditch the homework and come see me."

"Oh my gosh! Of course! When will you be in Lima?" Kate always called when she was going back home since Lima is literally right on the way. We'd try to grab a meal or something but with both of our schedules, I hadn't seen her since Thanksgiving.

"In just about an hour. Can you catch lunch?"

"Who threw it?" I slyly replied. It was such a Brittany thing to say, she was rubbing off on me. I heard Kate burst into a fit of laughter over the phone. I continued, "I wouldn't miss it. How's Breadstix? They do have unlimited breadsticks…"

"Well, I could never turn breadsticks down! I'll call you back when I get a little closer. Can't wait to see you!"

"Well of course you can't!" I said and then added, "Me either!"

About hour later, I'm standing in the entrance of Breadstix waiting for Kate. A big smile spreads across my face as I see Kate walking to towards me. Admittedly, Kate is super hot and attractive. Her body is almost a carbon copy of Brittany's, just a bit more muscular. She's has dark brown that fell flawlessly in subtle waves, framing her oval face and dark eyes.

Even if I wasn't absolutely head over heels for Brittany, I would never develop more-than-friends feelings for Kate. She's straight and has a boyfriend and even if she didn't, we're too similar to be romantically compatible. I think we were best as good friends.

"Santana!" She exclaimed giving me a hug. "You look great!"

"You do too!"

After figuring out something to order, Kate bit into a breadstick and said, "I still can't believe that you and Quinn Fabray tied for a state championship. That's so fucking unbelievable. Do you realize that that will probably never happen again?"

I smiled and nodded. We chatted about swimming while we waited for our food and throughout the meal. Apparently Coach Carmichael, the head coach at BHU, could not stop talking about the backstroke tie between Quinn and I. And Kate pointed out that my 200 free time at state would have put me fifth at the NCAA's, which I didn't know and was crazy to think about.

"You didn't know that?"

"No," I said, still shocked. "I haven't had time to look over the results, I just read the news headlines for BHU. But are you sure? That sounds outrageous."

"I'm sure, Coach Car checked several times."

I looked at her skeptically and pulled out my phone. After a few touches of the screen, I brought up the championship results. Sure enough, my 200 free time would have settled in nicely right between the fifth and sixth places.

"Wow, that's... That's great." I locked my phone and putting it aside. "But you know, some swimmers hit their peak in high school."

Kate argued, "But you won't be one of them."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I don't. But I do know that you will work your ass off harder than anyone. You don't give two shits that you've already basically qualified for next year's NCAA's because you're always looking to get better. You don't settle. You could be one of those rare freshman winners."

I smiled. This is why Kate is so great, she gave me confidence in so many different ways. "You're right. I honestly think I have a lot of untapped potential. Langley and Roz are amazing coaches but we don't have the swimmers to push us hard enough. We just have each other to push us. It'll be awesome to swim with all these faster girls and your butterflying ass."

"And what a treat that will be!" Kate said with a wink.

I grinned back at her.

"You know, I'm really glad Quinn chose Tennessee." Kate pushed her nearly empty plate away from her and pouted, "God, I am so full that I'm miserable!"

I empathetically nodded. "It's the damn Breadstix trap. Why are you happy she chose Tennessee?"

She shrugged. "She'll just fit in well with the team there. And I know when she came to visit BHU, she would unintentionally compare BHU to different aspects about Tennessee; like the coach and the facilities. Plus, you've been around her for so many years, it's time for a fresh start with a new team; the best team."

"Of course. I wouldn't have chosen anywhere else!"

Kate and I talked a little more about BHU itself and life before she looked at her watch. "Aw, I better get back on the road. They're expecting me soon." She fished out some cash and put it on the table as I did the same.

"Aww, okay. Well it was great seeing you!"

"You too!" I knew Kate really didn't want to leave because she wasn't making any effort to gather her stuff. "Which movie are you seeing?"

"What?"

"You said you were going to a movie later on today..."

"Oh! Yeah, I don't know. Whatever Britt wants to see."

"Who's Britt?"

I blushed. Brittany's name just rolls off my tongue so often. I can't help it. "Oh, uh, Brittany. She's my girlfriend," I said regaining confidence on the last sentence.

"Girlfriend, huh?"

"Yup."

She shrugged. "I like to think I have pretty good gaydar but I didn't see that one. But that's totally cool."

"You think everyone else will think so?"

She nodded. "BHU is extremely gay friendly and all the guys and girls on the swim team are such good people. They honestly won't care. I think there's one or two who are assholes about that and kind of rude but most everyone is pretty great."

I felt a wave of relief "Do you think it's something that Coach Car should know? I was reading something on the internet about coming out to your college coach because it defines the relationship and helps your performance and blah, blah, blah..."

She looked to the side in thought before saying, "Yeah, you should. He's not about trying to get into our personal lives but this is a little different. You know? That gay lacrosse player in California tried to kill himself awhile back because neither the team not the coach was accepting of him. But I know he'll support you 100%."

"I will. Thanks Kate!"

"You're welcome. Okay, I really have to go." She got up and put on her jacket. We walked out to the parking lot.

"Have a good time on your date," she said.

"Thanks, I will. Talk to you soon?"

"Absolutely. Have a great date!" She hugged me and we both parted ways.

After Kate left, I went back home and changed before picking up Brittany for salads before the movie.

"I need to talk to you." She said, looking down at her nearly full salad.

I knitted my eyebrows together. "What's up, Britt?"

Her eyes darted between mine and the surroundings. "Uh, a few days ago I got a job offer from a school near Canton, it's Massillon, my high school's rival actually.

I tried to hide the sad feelings that washed over me. "Britt! That's so great, I'm so happy for you!"

She pursed her lips together, she knew that I was trying to make the best of the situation.

"It is great and it would be really close to my parents and it's one of the best schools in the country."

I nodded. "Yeah…"

"But I didn't take it."

I widened my eyes at her. "Brittany, why?"

"Because it's almost 4 hours away from Hamilton. That's four hours away from you, Santana." She took my hand and held it. "The thought of being that far away from you… You're going to be practicing 3 or 4 hours a day and the last thing you'll want to do is drive to see me."

"But I would. I'd do anything for you."

"But I wouldn't you to." She leaned back in her chair. "So I guess it's a good thing that yesterday, I got a call and was offered a position at Hamilton High School."

I immediately started smiling and grinning like a little girl. "And…"

"I took the job. They also offered me an assistant coaching position for their competition dance team."

"Please say this isn't a dream, this is real?"

She nodded. "It is so real."

We blabbered on about how great it will be next year when we're together and then I realized that next week, I was about to take another big step in our relationship. I was about to meet her family.

"I'm really nervous about next week," I said.

"Don't be. My parents, they're nice people. But they just.. they have ideals for people and their kind of stubborn. Whatever they say, if it offends you, I'm just going to apologize early. However, don't stress out over it, it'll be fine. My brother is stoked to meet you though."

"I mean, what if they don't like me? Don't like that we're together?"

"If my parents don't like you, it's not going to be because of the type of person you are. It'll stem from some deep insecurity of some washed up view on how things should be. They accept me but they hold everything to a different standard, not necessarily a higher one though."

"Like a double standard?"

"Kinda. My mom is extremely jaded on her views and opinions on things, she meticulously looks at everything from her fogged-over lawyer goggles." I half smiled at the pun. "But you shouldn't have a thing to worry about."

"As long as you still love me, that's all that matters."

"I love you so much."

I tried not to think about it too much about the family and just enjoyed the rest of the dinner. We went out to the movies and realized halfway through the movie that it wasn't nearly worth our time so we moved to the back where no one could see us and made out like middle schoolers.

"Are you enjoying the party so far!?" Jenna asked me, clearly drunk out of her mind.

She was holding a spring break rager on the first night of break before everyone left to go to the lake or wherever for the week.

"Yeah! It's great," I said holding up my almost untouched Smirnoff. It was a lot of fun, it seemed like our whole grade was packed into her house. Ever since I stopped drinking for swimming though, it was hard to get back into it, especially knowing I probably shouldn't get in the habit.

After messing around with some of the girls and talking to a sober Quinn about the long course season, I walked into her living room to change the music. Honestly, I think they let Rachel Berry choose the tunes for the night and this was not a showtunes type of party. A smelt a familiar cologne walk up behind me.

"Hey, Santana." He was holding a beer in his hand but I could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn't close to being drunk.

"Hi, Puck."

He held his hand out to the couch and we both sat down before he put his arm around me, in a friendly way. "Congratulations. You and Quinn, you guys are stars."

"Aww, well thank you. I mean it was a team effort..."

"They couldn't have done it without you two though. Anyway, are you still going to BHU?"

"Yup, It's a perfect fit. I love it there too."

"Ahh, that's great. I'm happy for you."

"What about you?"

"I'm actually going to college. It's just Lima Community College but it's college right?"

"Of course, Puck! That's great. An education is an education."

He smiled. "I couldn't have done it without you. Anyway, I've got a question to ask you."

I sighed. "Yeah? Wait, let me guess. 'Did I turn you gay?' 'Was my sex bad?'" I had been used to getting ignorant comments by now. Luckily, I had many people to back me up. It had been an easier process than I had thought. Initially, it was hard but after awhile, it got easier or I just got used to it.

Puck frowned. "No, of course not, Santana. I would never act like those jerks. That's so ignorant and rude to say. I understand."

I felt guilt for thinking that Puck was just like the other dumbasses out there. I should have known he had a least a little more morals than them. "I'm sorry, I knew that. Okay, what do you need to ask you?"

"Who are you dating?"

"Quinn hasn't told you?" I looked at him quizzically, I was almost certain Quinn told him.

"Nope. She knows though, I mean, obviously." Puck knew about the whole swim meet debacle. "She likes you though, she really does and she doesn't want to sabotage your relationship with her anymore. She wants you to trust her. I keep trying to get her to tell me but she won't. So.. I decided to go straight to the source myself."

I smiled, I wasn't surprised. Quinn was turning out to be a great friend. "Uh, well, promise to keep it on the down low?"

"My lips are sealed."

"Her name is Brittany Pierce."

"Brittany Pierce… Hmmm. Pierce. Oh wait! Pierce. Was that our English student teacher?"

I smiled shyly. "Yeah."

"Oh, wow." I know that in his head, he was trying to go over all the times I talked about her or how I acted in English last semester. "I never would have guessed. How is she?"

"She's great. We're doing really well."

"I'm happy to hear that." He smiled, he was genuinely happy.

"BEEEER POOOONNNNGGG!" Some jock yelled through the house.

"Well, you know that's my game."

"Yeah, you better go kick some ass."

He got up from beside me. "Wait, I have one more question." He sat back down on the side of the couch. "I don't want to sound out of line considering what I did but, uh, did you cheat on me with her?"

"No." I shook my head. "I didn't."

He shrugged. "Thank you. I still am sorry about cheating on you. You know though, me and Quinn, we're really good."

I nodded in agreement. Just as I thought he was about to leave, he didn't. He lingered for a few more seconds before talking again.

"You know, Santana?" He said more seriously than I've heard him ever say anything. "You've never been one to hide who you were or how you feel. You know, this whole gay thing, I think you can be the one to change everyone's views. I think you can be the one that makes everyone think twice before saying 'oh, that's gay.' Don't hide who you are. You're destined to do great things."

I opened my mouth to say something back but I'll I could muster was a "Thank you."

"It was good talking to you, Santana. I'll see you around."

I stood up and gave him a short hug.

This was probably one of the most profound and kindest things Puck had ever said to me. After all that we've gone through, it was nice that Puck still cared. I still cared about him. We've both just moved on, simple as that. It's just weird. We hadn't talked in months. Sometimes though, the best conversations can stem from the people you least expect. You can be the one to change everyone's views. Don't hide who you are. You're destined to do great things. Puck was one of those people. And as I slept that night, I kept turning his words over in my head. I wanted to. I wanted to change how people thought but how?

It was really tough to write that first part of the chapter. I'm not Lily, JJ, or any of those other literary geniuses. I just hope that it was not too rough. Please, tell me what you thought. Be honest, I think I can take it. ;)

As always, thanks for reading. This chapter was a little slow, it kind of sets the stage for a lot of things that happen later on. But I have some really great things planned for the next chapter!