Dear Diary,

Even though Santana and I kind of had an argument about public affection the other night…doesn't mean we can't sit super close to each other and almost make it seem like something…right? Because today in the library while Santana and I were looking at old Thunderclaps and putting funny faces on Rachel we sat super close…like almost too close considering that Quinn was sitting right across from us. I thought Santana didn't want it to seem like we had a little thing. I guess there is a rule as to what is too much and what is not. I think I've kind of accepted the fact that Santana will never like me like I like her, but I could dream. In fact, I had a pretty weird dream that Santana was my super magical mystical girlfriend and we were floating around in the sky and we had wings…it was super awesome.

"Brittany this is a once in a lifetime opportunity." Rachel chased me down the halls begging for my picture in the yearbook.

"Go away." I said simply.

"Why not?" she kept bugging me.

I shrugged, "I don't want to be in that picture it will get de-faced."

"No it wont!"

"Yes it will, I will be the one doing it." I kind of rolled my eyes and walked away. Why was she still chasing me like a creepy kitty? I dashed around the corner and saw Santana approaching Rachel. Before Rachel could even get a word out Santana lifted up her hand and blurted out a no in her face.

"Did she try and get you too?" she asked me as she made her way towards me.

I nodded, "Yeah, but I told her to go away. She was following me like a little mouse or something."

"Right." She nodded, "No one is ever going to want to be in a picture with her in that book, it's like social suicide."

I tried to wrap my mind around what exactly social suicide was, but I decided to let it go.

"Are you ready for the Cheerios picture?" Santana asked me. I saw Quinn rush past us down the halls, I think she was heading towards Coach Sylvester's office. I still don't think she will let her be in the picture, her baby lump is too big.

"I think so." I said following the Latina down the halls.

"I have to look good for this picture." She said primping up her hair a little bit.

"It's just a picture." I said shrugging my shoulders. She just kid of glared at me and continued walking.

"Well I should look hot anyways." Santana said with a smirk.

Santana looks hot all the time Diary, it's like she's always a steaming pot of boiling water…that's how hot she is…all the time. Anyways, during Glee club that day, Rachel told us all about a commercial we would be in…

"We have all been cast in a local commercial." Rachel said with a smile and the entire Glee club lit up.

"Are you serious?" Finn said in shock.

"Yes Finn, and while all of you have been so concerned with your appearance in this school, I've landed Glee club it's first big break."

She continued on about how we would all become stars and stuff and shine bright in the sky during night time…or maybe that was my own thoughts. Well I remember her blabbing on about stars and then she told us we would be selling mattresses.

"I'm gonna get myself a nice pair of black suspenders." Artie immediately said in excitement.

"We are selling mattresses?" I asked Santana in confusion. She looked at me and nodded. I was kind of happy, this seemed like it would be fun!

I went with Santana in her car to go drive to the commercial set…

"Ready?" she asked as soon as I hoped in the front seat.

"Yeah!" I said in excitement. This was going to be so fun, I love commercials.

"I wonder what we are going to do." Santana said driving down the streets.

"Maybe we will be like dancing sales people and sing a song…or maybe even rap." I replied. I think I was referring to some other mattress commercial I have seen before.

"Maybe." Santana said with a chuckle.

"Or maybe we will all have to dress up as mattresses and jump around and dance."

"I don't think so Brittany." She said again with a little laugh.

"It could happen." I smiled. My head began to fill with a ton of other ideas we could do for mattress commercials, but I chose not to say them aloud.

I looked over at Santana smiling and noticed her cute little cheeks. They were like plump and round with slight little dimples. I liked them. When she laughs they always puff up and it makes me want to squeeze them…or kiss them. So that's what I did, I leaned over and gave her chubby Santana cheeks a little peck.

She looked at me. "Is it okay that I did that in the car?" I asked her.

She smiled, "Yes, it's fine." And she put her eyes back on the road.

"You have cute cheeks." I said shyly as I took another glance at her face.

"How can someone have cute cheeks?" she asked confused.

I shrugged, "I dunno, but you do."

She grinned, "Thanks. Well here we are." She said pulling into the set parking lot.

I've never been on a set before, it was so cool. I felt like I was a movie star or like Britney Spears. When we got there everyone else was also pulling up in their cars…

"Hi guys." I said excitedly when I saw Kurt and Mercedes get out of a car.

"I can't believe we are actually doing this." Kurt said eyeing the set, "This might be the one positive thing Rachel Berry has done in her life."

Kurt and Mercedes laughed and we followed them inside. As soon as we stepped onto the set inside the director photographer guy bombarded us with blue pajamas and scripts.

"Take these kids," he said and handed all of us pajamas.

"What do we do with these?" I asked. He kind of looked at me funny.

"You wear them, and look good." He said flatly and shoved us towards the dressing room.

Santana took one look at her costume and pouted, "These pajamas are totally not flattering."

"Just put them on." Mercedes said to her with rolled eyes and began changing.

"This is going to be so great!" Just from that sentence I knew that Rachel Berry had entered the room, "Prepare to thank me when all of us become famous mattress saleswomen." She said with a smile and was already dashing into her blue pajamas.

"I'm sure nothing will change after this." Quinn came in the room after Rachel. She looked at her pajamas, "I don't even know if these will fit over my baby bump." Quinn seemed kind of sad.

Rachel kind of gave her a sympathetic smile, "I'm sure you will be fine. Just think about the positive, we are in a commercial and that is a once in a lifetime opportunity." Quinn smiled. Rachel was right, this was pretty cool.

"How do I look?" Santana did a little spin in her pajamas and smiled.

"Great. Like a true actress." I chuckled and looked down at my costume. "I look like a smurf."

"A hot smurf." Santana said with a wink and we exited to girls dressing room to meet with the boys.

Doing the commercial was really fun. Instead of doing the lame script the director gave us, Rachel decided we should perform a song instead. We got to jump on all the mattresses and fool around…not that kind of fooling, but it was great! Santana looked super cute jumping around and actually smiling, it looked like she was having a great time. It was a good time for me to practice my back flips.

"That was so much fun!" I began jumping around Santana like a little kid after the commercial was over.

"Britt, the commercial is over…you don't need to jump anymore." She said taking a hold of my shoulders and calming me down.

"Sorry, it was just really fun." I said with a smile.

"We are totally going to become famous." Tina said in the dressing room.

"I can already feel the stardom rolling in." Rachel grinned in the mirror. Santana rolled her eyes.

"Kurt invited the girls over to his house tonight for a screening party, they said the commercial should come on late tonight." Mercedes said while packing up her things. "See you ladies there?"

"Yeah!" I got really excited and grabbed Santana's arm, "Can you believe we are going to be on TV?"

"Do we have to go?" she said in a dry tone.

"Yes!" I exclaimed, "We can't miss our first commercial premiere."

"Can't we just watch it at your house?"

"Santana this is our first premiere party, we are going."

"Okay fine."

When we got to Kurt's house everyone was hanging out in the living room surrounding the television. We didn't exactly know what time the commercial was going to premiere, but the guy told us probably after 11:00pm, so we all stayed up watching TV.

"When is this dam commercial going to come on." Santana seemed kind of irritated. We haven't done anything all night but watch TV, I think everyone was getting antsy.

"Be patient." Quinn replied, "It will come on soon."

"I think I've stuffed my mouth with at least a million cheetoh\s." Tina said putting another cheeto in her mouth.

"Sorry, those are the only snacks we have." Kurt apologized from the couch.

"What are we watching anyways?" Tina said slouching in an armchair.

"I have no idea. The news?" I said eyeing the television. I scooted closer to Santana who was sitting on the ground next to me and put my head on her shoulder. "I'm tired."

"Don't go to sleep! You will miss it!" Kurt said screaming at me.

Before I knew it I was drifting off into dreamland. I don't even remember falling asleep…do you usually remember? All I remember is that I was watching TV one moment and then Santana started shaking me and I almost thought it was an earthquake.

"Wake up Brittany! Look!" Santana shook me and pointed at the TV screen.

My face lit up with excitement, I think I was so excited I almost attacked the television. "There we are!" I pointed at all of us jumping around screen.

"Brittany get out of the way we can't see!" Mercedes said throwing a cheeto at my face. I could see Santana turn back and glare at her.

"We look hot!" Mercedes shouted with a giant smile.

"We don't look hot, we look smoking." Kurt replied. "Look at us jump!"

"We look like flying smurfs now." I said with my eyes glued to the screen.

"Now everyone is going to be asking for our autographs." Rachel clapped after the commercial was over. "That was amazing."

"That was it?" Santana said expecting more.

"That was it? That was our big break! All thanks to me." Rachel said folding her arms. "You need to learn how to appreciate what is given to you, at least you were on TV."

Santana just seemed to tune Rachel out as she got up from the floor and grabbed my hand, "Well now that that is over, ready to go Brittany?"

I nodded, "Sure…bye guys!" I waved goodbye and the rest waved.

"Why are we leaving so soon?" I asked Santana as we walked to her car.

"I was bored hanging out with them." She shrugged. "Plus I've been wanting to hang out with you." She let go of my hand and led me to the door of her car. "I've missed being alone with you." Her fingers began tracing up my arm. My back slowly leaned against the outside of her car as the space between us diminished.

"Well you haven't really been wanting to be around me that much lately." I responded.

"I do," she grabbed the sides of my arm in a little squeeze. I could never help but melt when she touched me. Why does that always happen? It's like I'm a little ice cube and her fingers make me melt into a puddle…a puddle of melted ice…which I guess would be water. "I really like—like being your friend Brittany."

"Me too." I smiled, even though I wanted more.

"So do you want to hang out at my house tonight? My parents went out." She smiled and pushed my bangs out of my face.

"Yeah, sure." My lips began to quiver when she slightly grazed them with her own. Her hands tightly pushed me back harder against her car and she took control, kissing me hard and fast. I quickly grabbed her waist and turned her against the car, "As long as I get to be in control this time." I slide my hand up the back of her shirt and began roaming them around. I could feel goosebumps raising on her back as I touched it in the cold air. I began kissing her neck and my fingers roamed the waist of her jeans.

"Of course." Santana slightly moaned. "What the fuck?" Santana pulled away from me and looked towards Kurt's house. I turned around and looked over, a little head popped up from Kurt's front window and went back down. Was someone watching us?

"Was someone looking at us through Kurt's window?" I asked confused.

"I don't know." Santana replied trying to see who hid from the window. "Whoever it was I might have to kill them." She grabbed her keys and unlocked the door. "Let's go."

I hoped inside of the car and took a seat at the passenger side, "Do you think they saw?"

Santana shook her head, "I hope not. If the school is filled with rumors tomorrow I will know exactly who to go to…one of them."

"I'm sure the school won't be filled with rumors." I replied. "Whoever it was probably didn't even see anything, it's dark outside."

"Yeah, well let's hope so." She started the car and we took off.

I hope no one saw us. I mean, I don't think I would really care, but Santana would probably freak out if anyone knew we were hooking up in secret. I wonder who it was, Kurt? Mercedes? Rachel? I don't know…I bet it was just a cat or something…does Kurt even have a cat? I think he has a pet mouse…I saw it crawling around the kitchen today…I named it Bertha. Oh well, I guess we will find out some day.

At Santana's house I finally felt what it was like to be in control. Usually Santana is on top of me and making all the moves Diary, but this time, this time I was on top. Hehe, and it was fun. I felt like I was the top dog…like the president…the president of sexy time. I mean, I made her moan and groan and - well I'll stop there. Now I'm sitting here in my room and it is really late, all I can think about is her…and Clyde…because he's cuddling up against my Diary right now and his tail keeps getting in the way! Sometimes I can't stand my kitty. Godonight Diary!

-B