Brittany woke up slowly to the beeping sound of her alarm. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself wrapped in another body. But not the same way it was last night when they both fell asleep. The roles had been reversed, and Santana was now the one spooning the blonde.

"Will you turn that thing off before I punch it." Santana groaned into the pillow.

Brittany pressed the button on the alarm cock to make the beeping noise stop. A button that Santana thought was the best button she had ever know about

"Thank you." Santana said relieved. If she had to go to school today, she would rather go without getting a headache off of one of the most annoying sounds ever invented.

"Are you getting up?" Brittany asked.

Santana let out a breath from her nose and buried her head deeper into the pillow. If that was possible. "No. not yet. Just give me another ten minutes."

"Okay. Well I'll go and get dressed, and I'll wake you up in ten." Brittany tried to roll herself out of her bed, but was stopped.

"Nooo." Santana whined. "Lie with me. You're keeping me warm." At this point, Santana hardly even knew what she was saying, since she was still half asleep and hadn't even opened her eyes yet.

"Okay. But only ten minutes. I don't want us to be late for school." Brittany laid back down onto her side. She felt Santana pulling her in closer.

"Mhm. Sure thing."

A couple of minutes later there was a knock at the door. Brittany had heard it as she was still awake. "Brittany, are you awake?"

"Yes mom!" The blonde yelled.

Santana's eyes shot open and her head finally managed to lift off the pillow. Realising what happened, she slammed her head back onto the pillow and squeezed her eyes shut. "Jeez, Britt. Not so loud."

"Oops. Sorry." the blonde apologized. She should have known not to shout. She knew that Santana wasn't really a morning person and hated being woken up by loud noises. In fact she hated being woken up by anything. She just preferred to wake up in her own time.

"It's okay." The brunette said. "But I guess that's my queue to get up now, huh?" Santana untangled herself from Brittany and rolled onto her back.

"How come you ended up spooning me?" Brittany asked.

Santana inhaled and pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to wake herself up a little. She exhaled before answering her friend. "I guess its because I'm the protector. I'm always protecting you. So I like to make sure you're safe. And with me, you are."

"Do you think it's because I told you about the monsters and how they might come and get me in my sleep?"

Santana let out a little laugh. "Yeah. That's probably why. Or it could be because I wanted to."

Brittany looked over to her friend who was staring at the ceiling. "That's why you're my best friend."

Santana then shifted her gaze from above and to the side so she could look at her friend. "I do what I can." Brittany offered Santana a sweet smile, who offered a one back to the blonde. "Come on. Let's get ready. I'll let you use the bathroom first."

At least half an hour later, the two girls were all dressed in their uniforms. "I can't believe I'm wearing the same uniform as yesterday. And it hasn't even been washed." Santana was looking at herself in the mirror. She had just finished applying her makeup and was now straightening out her uniform.

"I did ask if you wanted to lend one of mine. But you said it would be too big, so I'm afraid that one is gonna have to do."

"I know but I feel like afro boy, Jacob."

"Horny?" Brittany questioned.

"No Britt, dirty." Santana laughed. It was true. That boy was always horny. He still hadn't lost his virginity. Probably because nobody would go near him with a barge pole.

"His hair is like a Jewish cloud. And besides it's only for one day. I'm sure you will survive. It doesn't have one mark on it."

"I feel like I've been chucked in the dumpster too many times."

"That's what you feel like, but not what you look like." Brittany stated.

"As long as I still look hot." Santana smirked at herself in the mirror, knowing that she did indeed look hot. She knew it. When was there a time that Santana Lopez didn't look hot? Never. That's when.

Brittany walked up behind Santana. She looked at her through the mirror. She had a smile forming on her face. "Is that what you want hear? To know if you still look hot." Santana nodded. Brittany took a look over Santana's body. "Well you will always look hot to me."

Santana turned around and playfully nudged Brittany. "You perv."

"I am not a perv. I'm just saying. No matter what you look like or what you are wearing. I would still find you the most hottest person I have ever met. Now come on, I'm hungry and I wants to get my eating on."

"That was terrible."

The girls made their way downstairs to the kitchen where Mr. and Mrs. Pierce were sitting at the table. "Morning girls. Santana I didn't know you stayed over last night." Mrs Pierce said.

"Um, yeah. I hope you don't mind."

It was Mr. Pierce who was the next to speak. "Why would we mind? You're like our second daughter. And I'm glad to see that you and my Britt Britt are okay now."

"Dad. I've told you, you're not allowed to call me Britt Britt. Only Santana can. She came up with it."

Mr. Pierce's hands shot into the air to defend himself from his daughter. "Woah sorry. The name just sort of grows on you." the man got out of his chair at the table and walked over to the teens, giving them each a kiss on the forehead. "I'm off to work. You girls have fun." He looked to his daughter. "And remember concentrate on your work." he then looked to Santana "And you, stay out of trouble." both girls nodded their head. "Oh and Santana. Don't stay away for too long."

"Don't worry, you will be seeing a lot more of me now."

"Great! Now don't forget to stay out of trouble and concentrate on your work." and then Mr Pierce left the building.

The two Cheerio's sat down at the table, opposite one another. "So what do you want for Breakfast?" Mrs. Pierce asked.

Santana and Mrs. Pierce watched as Brittany placed her finger on her chin in thought. They both knew what she was going to ask for, it was the same everyday. But for some reason she still liked to have a think about it. "I'll have toast with jam and a cup of tea please mom." Brittany said.

"Got it. Santana, what would you like?"

"I'll just have the same please Mrs. Pierce."

"What did I tell you last night?"

"Oh sorry. Julie." Santana replied.

Mrs. Pierce smiled and nodded. "Now that 's settled, toast and teas coming up."

"So did you hear about the party coming up on Saturday? I don't know who it is that's having in but everybody's talking about it."

Brittany nodded her head. "Yeah, I heard. Chelsea asked me if I wanted to go with her."

"And? What did you say?"

"I said I would."

"Why? I thought she was tutoring you."

Santana went to speak again but Brittany's mom came over with the cups of tea. "There you go girls." she placed a mug in front of Santana and then another in front of her daughter. "Milky with two sugars. Just how you both like it."

"Thanks Mrs. P-. I mean, Julie. Sorry force of habit."

Mrs. Pierce laughed. "Okay, okay. Your toasts should be ready soon."

They both offered her a smile. As she walked away the conversation continued. "So she tutors you, then all of a sudden she's taking you out to eat, to parties and worst of all, become best friends."

"Yeah we became friends. But not best friends. You're my best friend."

Santana sighed and slumped her shoulders. "Then why are you going to the party with her?"

"because she asked me to. Who else would I have gone with? You and I weren't talking. But if we were, then I would have told her no."

Santana decided to drop the conversation as it was beginning to her annoy her. "Okay."

Brittany looked over to Santana and watched her. Her facial expression made her look sad. And one thing that Brittany didn't like was seeing people sad. Especially Santana. But the past week didn't count since they weren't actually the best of friends. Brittany waited as her mother put down the plate of toast on the table before she spoke again.

"Why are you sad?" Brittany asked.

Santana looked up to meet Brittany's eyes. "What? I'm not sad."

"You look it. Since I told you I was going to the party with Chelsea."

Santana picked up a slice of toast and took a bite out of it. "I'm not fussed, britt. You can go with who ever you want. It's your life. I can't exactly tell you who you can and can't go with. And besides I don't think I was gonna go anyway."

Brittany picked up a slice of toast and bit hers. "That's a shame."

"Is it?" The brunette mumbled. Her eyes burning holes into the table. No wanting to meet her friends eyes. She would be able to see the hurt in brown eyes. Sure Brittany can go with who she wants. But it's their thing. Always has been.

"Yup. Because I was hoping you would come with me."

"I thought you were going with Barbie."

"Why would I go with Barbie? I said I was going with Chelsea. And I think Ken will be going with Barbie."

"Yeah that's who I was talking about. As in Barbie being Chelsea."

"Oh right. Well yeah, I was going with her, but I was going to ask if you would come with me instead."

Santana instantly looked up to the blonde. "Really?"

"After all you are my best friend. And going out partying is our thing." Brittany smiled but leaned back in her chair clasping her hands together in her lap. "But since you're not going I guess I'll just have to steal Ken's date and take Barbie."

Santana smiled widely but cooled it a little trying not to look to eager. "Hmm, well since its our thing, I guess I could reconsider and go."

"Together?" Brittany asked. Santana nodded. "Great. We'll have to find out what we're going to wear." Brittany said eagerly. Showing a toothy smile.

"Britt, calm down. It's only Tuesday and the party is on Saturday. We've got ages to prepare for it."

"Yeah, sorry. I'm just excited. I love going to parties with you. They're so, fun. And it'll be good for us to spend some time together."

"Yeah."

"What are you ladies talking about?" Mrs. Pierce asked, taking a seat at the table next to her daughter.

"Oh we're going to a party on Saturday. I've just asked San to go as my date and she said yes."

Santana's eyes went wide at the word 'date'. Does she think this is a date? Santana thought. She looked back over to Brittany her eyes still wide.

Brittany noticed the difference in Santana's facial expression. "Well I don't mean an actually date I mean, more of a, um, what do you call it San?"

"Oh um, its just two friends going with each other. Wait, I phrased that wrong. Because we're not actually going together as in a proper couple, its more like us walking their together." Santana felt her cheeks burning knowing that she was blushing at al the words she was just spitting out.

"Yeah that." Brittany said.

"It's okay. I know what you meant." Mrs Pierce. Stated. "Anyway I'm going to work now. Clear up after yourselves please. And don't forget to lock the door sweetie and take your keys."

"I won't and I will."

"I'll remind her Julie." Santana said, taking a sip from her tea.

"Thank you honey." Mrs. Pierce stood up and gave her daughter a kiss on the head and then walked around the table giving Santana a kiss on the head too. "Don't be a stranger."

"Like I said before, I won't be."

"Good. Bye girls. Have fun at school."

"Bye." both Cheerio's said together.

"You done?" Brittany asked as she stood up, picking up her cup.

"Yeah." Santana watched as she picked up her cup and the plate, walking over to the sink and placing them in the steel bowl.

Brittany walked back over to the table, just in time to see her phone light up and vibrate the table. "It's Chelsea."

"What did she say?"

"She'll be here in ten minutes. I totally forgot that she's been picking me up on a morning."

"You can go with her if you like. I'll just follow behind."

"Nah. I'll let her know that you stopped at mine last night and that I will be riding with you."

"Okay. Cool. I finally won't have to drive there alone with no one to talk to."

"Yeah. Chelsea doesn't dance with me when a good song comes on the radio. There we go. All done." Brittany said as she texted Chelsea. "Come on, we still have finishing touches to do before we can leave."

The two girls made their way back up to Brittany's bedroom. There wasn't much they needed to do. All they really had to do was tie their hair back into a tight pony tail and make sure that their makeup was perfect, and then they would be all set ready to go.

"Santana, can you do my hair? It won't go right."

"Sure." Santana walked over to where Brittany was standing in front of her mirror, struggling to do her hair. "Pass me the bobble please Britt."

Brittany passed the bobble back to Santana who attached it around her wrist. Santana grabbed the brush from Brittany's hand and began to brush through the blondes golden hair. "Can you hold you hair for a second please?"

"Yeah." Brittany reached her hand back, grabbing a tight hold of her hair.

"Hold it tight. And don't let go okay? I'll be back in a sec." Santana wondered into the bathroom. She returned a couple of seconds later with a tin of hairspray with her. She grabbed Brittany's hair again, telling her it was okay to let go. She sprayed the content onto Brittany's hair and combed through it again with a comb, making sure that there was no lose strands.

"Santana that's in a little tight." Brittany moaned.

"I know. But that's how you have to have it. Mines exactly the same."

"I know we do. But mines never this tight. It feels like all my hair is going to fall of my head."

"Come here." Brittany walked back to Santana who loosened the blonde's bobble a little. "Is that better?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

"Glad to be of an assistance." Santana said, brushing through the ponytail of Brittany's hair, making sure there was no tangles. She looked at Brittany through the mirror, admiring her handy work. And that's when she noticed it. "Oh my God, Britt. Your neck."

"What? What's wrong?"

"Erm, let me see." Santana said sarcastically. "You have a hickey and so do I." Santana exclaimed.

"Oh right." Brittany tilted her neck to the side so she could get a better view of it. "Why did you do it that big?"

"I don't know. It just sort of happened. I can't help my actions when you were making those noises."

"Well you shouldn't make me make those noises. And actually I think it's two hickeys but have like made one if you know what I mean."

"That's not the point. People will see them at school."

"So? We've had them loads of times. You can barely see yours. Mine are bigger. And now that I've noticed them, it kinda stings. Weird huh?"

"I know we've had them before but, what if people notice that we have them, like at the same time." Brittany shrugged. "And puck. He knows I stayed here last night. He's bound to realise."

"Santana, calm down. We'll just cover them up with some makeup. No big deal. Sure mine will still be noticeable. But yours shouldn't be as visible. You can barely see it now."

"Okay but I'm still putting some on to make sure." Santana grabbed the foundation off of Brittany's dresser. "Britt do you think your mom noticed?"

The two Cheerios arrived at school. They had managed to cover up their hickeys. Well Santana did. But Brittany's was still noticeable, but it would have to do. Even though she said she wasn't bothered if people did see it. It was Puck that Santana was worried bout. He was bound to realise it. Brittany didn't have it yesterday, but then Santana stayed at hers over night then one magically appears.

"What do I have first again San?" Brittany asked as they both arrived at their lockers, grabbing their books that would be need for the day.

"Same as me. Maths. I'm in all of your lessons today."

"Wait. I thought you weren't in my maths class." Brittany's face turned into confusion. Then it turned into surprised. "Have you been working on a time machine? Are we in the future?" she whispered.

"No. I got moved into your maths class last week when I jumped out my seat to beat up some girl who had a very annoying voice. So I'm also in your IT."

"Was the girl with the annoying voice Rachel Berry?" Brittany asked.

"Yes. But she was being annoying and controlling as usual."

"Thought so. And I didn't even know that you were in my class. I didn't realise."

"Because you weren't talking to me. Why would you realise. And I was always in the class before you, so."

"Okay, well cool. I'm glad. Now you can help me figure out what the square of 2 is. Bevause I know it's not a rainbow anymore."

"Does this mean I get the spot of sitting next to you back?" Santana asked, hope filling in her voice.

Brittany smiled, biting her bottom lip as if she was in thought. "Definitely." she replied.

"Good. Now come on, I want the seats at the back." Santana and Brittany walked down the halls pinkie in pinkie to their class. Luckily for them, nobody was sitting at the back table. Probably because they knew Santana liked to sit at the back and if she ever caught someone sitting there she would probably ends them.

They both sat down in their seats, gathering their books out of their bags, ready to start the lesson ahead of them.

Santana noticed Chelsea walk through the door with a confused and slightly annoyed look on her face. "Here comes Chelsea." Santana whispered.

Brittany looked up with a smile on her face. "Hey Chelsea."

Chelsea sat down on the seat in front of Brittany. She turned around so she was facing the other blonde. "Hey Brittany. Santana."

Santana threw a smile towards the other Cheerio, but hen her face turned into disgust. "Oh wow. You must be from the dark ages. You look terrible in the light."

Brittany nudged Santana in her side. "What?" Santana questioned.

"Be nice." Brittany said.

"Sorry Britt Britt. But its just a random fact that I had to let her know about."

"It's okay Brittany." Chelsea twisted her neck so she was facing the brunette. "Santana's just being herself. A fail." Chelsea replied with a smirk.

"Just like your dad's condom." Santana answered back with an even bigger smirk on her face.

"Sorry, but you must have mistaken me for someone who actually gives a dam."

"Oh wow. You must have been working on that all night."

"Whatever Satan. I'm here to talk to my friend, not you."

Santana sat back in her chair and folder her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrows. "Talking? Is that what you call it? I would say it sounded more like a bark to me."

"San! Stop. Let her speak." Brittany said.

"Fine." Santana muttered under her breath.

Chelsea turned so she was once again facing Brittany. "So I see that you two have made up."

"Yeah." Brittany beamed.

"Okay. That's good, I guess. Well for you two anyway. I wouldn't necessarily say it was a good thing. But that's up to you right?" Brittany nodded in agreement. "So are we still going to this party on Saturday?"

Brittany's smile faded knowing that she was going to have to give Chelsea the bad news.

"Well actually, I was going to speak to you about that."

"Go on." Chelsea said.

"Me and Santana have decided to go together." Brittany replied trying to sound as nice and as she could.

"What? But we already said that we were gonna go together."

Brittany was about to say something else to the girl, but Santana beat her to it. She rrested her arms on the table and leaned over slightly. "It's okay sweetie. You'll just have to find someone else to go with. Maybe a date. Although that maybe difficult for you since the only date you will get is on a calendar."

Chelsea ignored Santana and just continued talking to Brittany. "You know what, don't worry about it. It's fine. I understand that you would rather go with your best friend." Chelsea went to turn around to face the front but looked at Santana one last time. "By the way, nice hickey."

Santana's face turned to worry and her hand instantly slapped over the mark on her neck. But instead of looking worried she brought back the bitch. "I would slap you right now, but that would be cruel to animals."

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