Oh my god, it's been months since I updated. So sorry. So much has been going on and I normally update chapters for my other story - It's Hard To Let Go, which will have a new chapter next. I know this isn't a long chapter or about much, but I just wanted to write something for you guys. Enjoy!

SwaggSurfer: I feel as if you can read my mind!

SPOV

"So you're sure you want to do this duet then?" Mercedes asked. We were walking down the halls of the school, not sure where we were actually heading to because my class is in the other direction. But if I'm late, I'm sure Mr Burton won't mind.

"Oh honey, if I get a free meal at BreadStix, I'm up for anything."

"If I'm honest, I thought you would have asked Brittany to do the duet with you. You guys seem to do everything else together."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I snapped. I know I shouldn't have, but lately I'm a little paranoid about everything when it comes to Brittany. Especially when we're at school, it's the worst out of everywhere.

"That you and Britt normally do everything together. You've been best friends forever, that's all. I don't know if there's anything that you two haven't done together." Why do people always assume that Britt and I do everything together? We're best friends, we like to hang out. It doesn't mean we're side by side every minute of the day.

"We don't do everything together." I tell Mercedes. "I have other friends too, ya know?" And I do. It's just, none of them are Brittany. They're not as fun as her.

"Yeah I know. But Brittany is the one always by your side and you're the one who's always by her side. There's no pulling you two apart." So we are side by side pretty much all day? I don't even think we're together as much as people think, because the majority of this school don't even know us outside of these walls. "I'm not saying it's a bad thing. But I've never know two best friends like you guys."

"Because we are always there for each other. That's the whole point of being best friends. And besides I think your over exaggerating about the whole 'always together' thing. Because she isn't with me now."

"That's because she's found herself a new boyfriend."

I stuck my arm out in front of Merced's as I stopped so she would stop too. "What did you say?"

"That Brittany's got a new boyfriend."

"I thought you said that. Are you sure?" Maybe she's mistaken because I'm sure Brittany would tell me.

"I'm sure. Artie texted me just a few minutes ago."

"And why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought Brittany would have already told you. To be honest I didn't even know she liked him like that."

"You and me both. I didn't even know she knew he existed. She told me she thought he was some robot that the school had made."

"Well she sure knows he exists now. Look if you're worried she's gonna ditch you to be with Artie all the-"

"I'm not bothered about that, I'm just curious as to why she's dating him." Brittany is one of the hottest girls in this school and Artie, well, he's a nobody. How would that even make sense for them to date? Exactly! It doesn't. There's got to be something behind this. There has to be. I carried on walking down the halls Mercedes following.

"Maybe she just likes him. He really is a sweet guy." I would have laughed in her face, but that would just be rude. As we were about to turn the corner, I saw Brittany pushing Artie in his chair towards us. "I'll see you in Glee." I tell Mercedes as she carries on walking.

Brittany turned to look at me as she walked past me. I crossed my arms over my chest as I watched her continue to push him. She turns around pointing at both her breasts and shaking her finger at me. She turned back around swinging her hips, because she knows I'm still watching her. So I'm guessing from those signals I'm not allowed near her twins?

Just as they were about to disappear, my feet started moving and I followed them. I took quick steps until I caught up to them. I stood in front of Artie's chair so I could take their full attention. I just looked up at Brittany, like we were having some sort of staring contest.

I heard Artie clear his throat and I looked down at him. "Can I help you with something?"

"No you can't. But you're girlfriend can." I noticed how Brittany looked away for a second. "Brittany? Can I have a word with you for a few minutes?"

"Actually I was just about to take her to class."

"Shut your trap. I'm talking to Brittany. Besides I'll walk her. We have the same class."

She lightly nodded her head at me. "Okay." She let go of the handles off the back of the boys chair and crouched down beside him. "I'll see you at lunch okay?" He nodded and she gave him a peck on the cheek.

I rolled my eyes and had to look away, because the sight literally made me feel sick. The whole thing just looked completely wrong in my eyes. She gave him a sweet smile before leading me into the nearest girls' bathroom.

"Out!" I shouted to the girls that were in there. They all quickly gathered their things and shuffled out the door their eyes fixed to the ground. When the last girl left, I checked all the stalls to make sure nobody else was in here.

"Santana what do you want?"

"I want to know what's going on between you and Artie."

"Oh, we're dating now." She had a smile plastered on her face like she was actually happy.

"Yeah I heard. Since when?"

"About seven minutes ago."

"Why?"

"Well I needed a duet partner since you turned me down, and he's really good at singing. And he can rap too, so that's a bonus."

"So you're dating him for his voice?" I knew there was something behind all of this. No way would she all of a sudden start liking him.

"Yeah, kind of. To be honest I just wanted to get him in a stroller, but he won't let me do that. But he seems like a sweet guy."

"You think everybody is sweet. But you can't date him for his voice then dump him."

"Why not? You do it all the time. What's different? And besides, what makes you think I'm going to dump him? Maybe I really do like him."

"You've never been bothered by him before."

"So?"

"So? So, I know what you're doing. You're trying to make me jealous." Like I said there's something behind all this and now I know what it is.

"Is it working?"

"So you're admitting you're dating him to make me jealous?" I leaned against the sinks and Brittany took a step forward towards me. This looks like it may get interesting.

"No, but is it making you jealous?"

"No. Why would it make me jealous?"

"I was just curious because you don't seem to be happy about it."

"Because I'm not. You're just doing it to make me jealous and you know it." How do I actually know that she's doing all of this to make me jealous? Maybe she does like him and I'm the jealous one. Wait! Why would I be jealous? I have a boyfriend. Kind of. Actually I don't even know if I do or not.

"Not everything is always about you, Santana. Maybe me and Artie will be good together. It's not like we can be. Even though you would be my first choice every time."

"We can't be what?" I asked. I was losing track of what we were talking about. Everything was starting to go in different directions.

"Together." My eyes opened a little wider at her answer. "I know you don't want that, so I can't have that."

"We agreed that it was only sex. Nothing more. Why all of a sudden are you talking about us being together?"

"Because I want us to be together. And so do you."

"What?" I had to laugh because that is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. "You think I want you to be my girlfriend? Get real Brittany. It's just sex. No feelings are allowed to get involved. Feelings are no no. That was the deal." This is exactly what I didn't want to happen. I knew I should have stayed away and walked when I had the chance.

"I know it was, but you knew before this whole thing started that I was in love with you. Those feelings just can't disappear like that."

I let my head fall as I stared at the ground. She's right I did know and I still got involved. But there was always a little voice inside of my head that told me nothing more would come of this. It's just fun. "I know, but I don't feel that way about you. For me it was just sex and sex only. We have fun, and that's what I needed. "

"I think it's more than just fun. Not just for me, but for you too."

"No Brittany. Don't go putting labels on us. That's not how we work."

"Then how do we work?"

"Together." I moved our hands closer so the tips of her fingers were resting in my palm. I stood up straight her hand falling flat into mine. I took a few slow steps forward towards an empty stall pulling Brittany with me. When we were inside, I pushed her further in and locked the door. "You help me out, and I help you out."

"Is that it?"

"What do you mean is that it? Believe me honey, you get more than what any other best friend would get. Be grateful."

"I am grateful, but sometimes it just isn't enough for me."

"Not enough? Do you know how risky it is us doing this at all?"

"It wouldn't have to be risky if you became my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" I almost shouted. Why is she bringing this up? She knows that's not what I want. "I'm not gay Brittany. I don't know what you are, but I'm certainly not gay. I'm straight and into guys."

"So you don't want to be my girlfriend?"

"No." Believe me, I felt bad telling her that, but she needs to know how this works. I could hear some sort of hurt in her voice when she heard what I had to say. "We can still carry on with what we're doing though." I took a step forward so Brittany's back was against the wall of the stall. Her breath hit off the side of my face and I could smell the mint from the gum she's been chewing. "I don't want it to stop because if I'm honest I enjoy what we do, but it can't go any further." I looked up into her eyes, being able to see how blue they are by how close we were. My left hand rested on the wood wall above her head, the same with my right, like I was trapping Brittany in my space.

Her warm minty breath was hitting against my lips, urging me to go further and kiss her. As I was about to close the gap, Brittany turned her head to the side, my lips almost landing on her cheek. "Don't." She whispered. I pulled away confused and leaned against the other wall in the stall.

"What have I done wrong now?"

"Nothing I just don't want you to do what you were going to do."

I crossed my arms and let out a heavy breath. "Why? It's never bothered you before."

"That's true, but right now I'm mad at you."

"Mad at me? What for? Being honest?"

"Have you ever heard the saying, let them down gently?" I nodded. "Well you could have done that to me. Instead you make me feel worse like I'm used for sex." Is that how I made it sound?

"Britt, you know that's not true."

"Yes it is. You've just said that what we do is fun, but it's just sex. I don't feel that way when we're in the bedroom, I feel like I care for you more than I already do. And well, you just use me to have the best orgasms ever." I could feel my cheeks burning up at all this bedroom talk. It's kind of an uncomfortable conversation to talk about this out loud.

"It's not like that."

She shook her head disagreeing with me. "It is like that, so let's just drop this. We have to get to class anyway or we'll get detention." She unlocked the door and was about to walk out but stopped closing it again, but leaving it unlocked. "No more sweet lady kisses for you." This time she left without turning back.

I followed her out and jogged a little to catch up to her. "Britt, wait." She didn't stop or listen to me, so I pulled on her arm till she came to a stop.

"We're late Santana, we can talk later." I nodded and trailed behind her to class.

We were hardly through the door when Mr. Burton's voice stopped us, his voice in a fake surprised tone. "Miss Lopez and Miss Pierce, how nice of you two girls to join us. We weren't too sure if we would be seeing you today since you're almost twenty minutes late. You know the rules, be here when the bell rings."

I squeezed past Brittany and stood in front of the teacher. "Yeah yeah, we know the rules. It doesn't mean we have to follow them."

"Yes you do, Santana. So you and Brittany can make up the time you missed at lunch when you have detention."

"We're busy."

"Fine, the whole of lunch."

"Screw that!" Like I'm gonna spend the whole of my lunch stuck in a classroom full of wannabe bad asses.

"And now you also have detention after school." I was about to go all Lima Heights and this dudes ass but he spoke before I could say anything. "Now unless you want to see when else I can give you girls a detention, I suggest that you, Santana, stop with the attitude and take yourselves a seat so we can get on with the lesson."

"That's bullshit!"

"Detention! Next week after school." Why next week? I swear he's some sort of fucking Looney tune.

Brittany elbowed me in my ribs, quite hard actually. "Stop, Santana. You're making everything worse. Lord Tubbington text me saying he locked himself in the garage and now he's going to have to wait longer before he can get out."

What the hell? How on earth could some fat, lazy, ugly cat lock itself in a garage? "Can I at least ask why Britt has detention? She didn't even say anything back to you."

"Because you gave me attitude when you were both late so you both have to pay the consequences. So that's two detentions after school today and next week. And two lunch detentions, today and next week."

"It was only one lunch before. You can't give us another for no reason!" Who is this guy? He's a fucking asshole.

"Actually you're wasting a lot of our time." Our time? Nobody in this room but him is actually bothered about me wasting time. They should all be thanking me. "It's because of people like you two that we're all falling behind in this class. Now unless you want more…?" I swear I'm about to punch this guy in the face because he is really starting to get on my tits. Ewe gross. He's like fifty with no teeth and no hair. Well he does, but not enough.

I didn't say anything else, just made my way to my desk because there is no way I'm going to argue with him just to get more detentions. It's not worth it. Especially when Britt's getting them when she does nothing wrong. I can't do that to her. I sat down at my desks winging my backpack off my shoulder and Brittany did the same, only I made sure to slam my books down on the table earning a glare from Mr. Burton. That dick has just me in an even worse mood. This morning I actually woke up happy, but no, I had to go and get four detentions in less than a minute. That must be a record. But that's not it, Mercedes spoilt it by telling me Britt is dating Artie. Which I still think is ridiculous.

"Why did you do that?" Brittany whispered making me jump out of my thoughts.

"Because he gave us detention."

"For being late to his class. He only gave us twenty minutes at lunch, which you turned into a full lunch. And I don't know how, but you got us another three."

"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't think he would give us that many, or give you them too."

"That's why you take the detention and walk away, not look at him like you're about to kill him."

"I'm sorry. I feel bad already without you going on." That sounded like it came out wrong. Did that make me sound like I'm annoyed?

"But I have a life you know? Well duh, everyone does, but I had already made plans tonight."

"Why what were you doing tonight?" I sat up in my seat moving a little closer so I could hear her better. I looked kind of eager to know what she had planned but I wasn't. Really, I wasn't. Well okay maybe a little. I probably already know what these plans were, without her having to tell me.

"Artie was coming over to help me rehearse for our duet. He says I need to do a little work on my vocals."

"Oh, so that what you kids are calling it now? A duet?"

"That's what Mr. Schue is calling it. I thought a duet was a blanket."

"What you mean is that he's going over so you can do it with him and he can help you rehears on how to make a magical sound whilst you're screaming out his name when you climax. Which by the way, we both know won't happen, because he can barely move his body. I've only ever seen his head and arms move. His downstairs area probably doesn't work. If it does, he won't have the first clue of what to do since he's still a virgin."

"How do you know he's still a virgin?"

"Who doesn't know he's still a virgin. Who would want to actually want to sleep with that freak?" I mean c'mon seriously who? Even Tina wanted nothing to do with him since she's dumped him. And somehow ended up with Mike. I never in a million years thought that would happen. Actually I did have my suspicions at times. I think it's because they're both Asian.

"I wouldn't mind. Then I can add another name to the list of people I've slept with and put another mark on my bed."

"You seriously don't want to waste your time with him." I shifted in my seat again shuffling it as close to Brittany as I possibly could so I could whisper into her ear without anyone else hearing. "You want someone who's more experienced in the bedroom. Knows what you like and want."

"I already told you you're not allowed any more sweet lady kisses from me, I'm mad at you."

I let out a puff of air and sat back in my seat. "Whatever. You guys won't last long anyways. You'll come to your senses."

"Hey Santana?"

"What do you want Chelsea?" Because she is all I need right now.

"For you to shut up. I can't her Mr. Burton over your big mouth."

"Oh geek freak, is that the best you got for me? Because if I wanted a bitch I would have bought a dog." This girl seriously annoys me. She always has to but in on my business. She always complains when I give her my words but she brings it on herself. She's always the one to annoy me first.

"Yeah? Well, um, at least I can get plastic surgery on my face, where as you will look stupid forever."

OMG. Did she just say that? Lol as if she just said that. And it's actually making me laugh right now. "Oh my god was that supposed to be offensive? Because if you're going to have a comeback at least come up with something that could hurt me in a way. Because let me tell you, that was pathetic. I'm the hottest girl in this school. In this town even. You know it, I know it and everybody else knows it." I can't believe she tried to call me ugly.

"It's true. She is." Brittany chimed in. Obviously stating that my fact was correct.

"I don't know what makes you stupid, but it really works."

And on and on she goes. Are any of her comebacks even worth listening to? She's terrible. "I've heard snappier comebacks from a bowl of Rice Crispies. You suck."

"You suck!"

"And you swallow. Slut." Her mouth opened and closed again trying to think of something else to say but coming up with nothing. "Do you want to say something else? No? Then turns away you're making me feel sick."

When Chelsea turned away I noticed Brittany staring at me. "What?" I asked.

"Do you not like anybody at this school? All you seem to have are enemies."

"Who here is worth liking? Actually Mercedes is kind of cool so I guess I like her a little bit. I think a friendship started to grow when we did that battle for Puck with 'The Boy Is Mine'." I must admit Mercedes has some talent.

"Which was pointless. You didn't even want Puck. You only wanted him because Mercedes did too. You always want something that's not yours." I'm not a man snatching whore. Puck came to me, he always does.

"But who did he come running to in the end? Me."

"And you told him to beat it because Mercedes didn't want him so you didn't either. It's like everything is a game with you."

"No it's not. It's just the way I am. What's with all this complaining anyway? Shouldn't you be all happy now that you've got a boyfriend?"

"I am happy. Just not with you. You got me four detentions. And when I tell my mom I'm blaming it on you. Just so you know."

"You can. Or I can tell her myself when I come over tonight." I'm sure Mrs. Pierce will forgive me.

"Why are you coming over tonight?"

"To hang out with my bestie of course." I bumped our shoulders in a playful manner, but she didn't even crack a smile back.

"Arties coming over tonight so you can't."

"I thought that plan got ruined after I got you detention."

"It did, but he can come over tonight still, just not straight after school."

"Then why you were complaining before?"

"Because I don't get as much time with him now." Boo hoo to them.

"So you're picking to sleep with Artie rather than hang out with me?" she started nibbling on her pen top whilst she was in thought. I don't even know why she's thinking about it, the answer is simple. Me!

"Yeah. Because you and I will probably end up sleeping together." She whispered the last part a little quieter. She knows I don't want anything of what we do publically announced. Sure Brittany wouldn't mind because she doesn't care what people think of her, but unfortunately I do care about what people think of me. And her.

"No we won't. I'm not an animal, I'm not going to pounce on you."

"You did last night."

"Correction, you pounced on me first, and I joined in. And so what if we do, I've got no one else to help me out, Puck's still in juvie."

"Then why don't you-"

Britt didn't get to finish her sentence because Mr. Burton rudely interrupted us by shouting. "Brittany! Santana! Why are you whispering during my class?"

"The question is, why are you talking during our conversation?"

"Ah, Miss Lopez, why don't you and your bad attitude come sit down here?"

"Well if you want me to, but I think I would be better off whispering up here than screaming from down there." He knows I'm speaking the truth. I will actually continue my conversation even if the whole class has to hear. Well except for the private things.

"You've already gotten four detentions, do you want to double it? For the both of you." I looked to my right to see Brittany silently pleading me with her eyes to stop.

"No, sir." I think I've already given Brittany enough today. Might as well quit whilst I'm ahead.

"Then be quiet. There's only ten minutes left of class and then we're done for today. We won't have to see each other till tomorrow." I did as I was told and stayed silent for the rest of the class. When the bell rang Mr. Burton walked over to Brittany and me.

"Girls your homework please." Shit the homework. I forgot all about that. The work sheets probably crumpled on my bedroom floor somewhere. If I even managed to get it home. Now I need a clever way to get out of this. Brittany pulled out a piece of creased paper from her bag and handed it to the man. She did her homework? How? We've hung out together for the past week. He quickly scanned over it and gave Brittany a questioning look. "What's this?" He asked.

"It's my homework."

"There's nothing written on it." I knew she hadn't done it. Because if she had I would of seen her.

"Because I didn't get a chance to start it I'm not really that good at math." He shook his head in disapproval probably wondering why he even bothers to get dressed on a morning.

"Bring it in tomorrow please. Santana where's yours?"

"Did you grade my test?"

"No I have other students' tests to grade." Lazy ass. He gave us those tests a week ago. He has no intention to mark them.

"And I have other teachers' homework to do."

"So you haven't done your homework?"

"Not for this class, no."

"I want it tomorrow. No excuses or you two will have more free time taken from you." He turned away from us and walked back down to his desk, whilst Britt and I gathered up our stuff Brittany packed hers quicker than mine, so she waited. I'm actually surprised that she did since I've done nothing but put a curse on her. I wanted to ask why she was waiting, but I felt scared to talk to her since she didn't look like she was in the mood to talk to me.

We exited the classroom and made our way to English in silence, Brittany a few steps ahead of me because she had longer legs and was able to walk a little faster than me. This day sucks ass. She's not talking to me, which is perfect since we sit together in every class. Not! Oh well it's only second period. Just another seven hours to go until she can escape my presence. I shook my head at myself because I have no idea what is going on. I was knocked out of my thoughts as I bumped into Brittany standing in the door way with her head down shaking at the ground.

I gave her a little nudge and she continued to our desk. Mrs. Patterson stopped me on my way in. "Santana, do you have your homework?" Shit! I looked to the back of the class at Brittany and then back to Mrs. Patterson who was waiting for an answer. I'm really going to have to start doing my homework.

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