Santana's POV

Tuesday seemed to pass in a blur to me; I can't even honestly say I remember what happened that day. I was too busy thinking of all the things I wanted to ask Brittany. I know Maria told me that I was nothing to Brittany but what if she's wrong? What if I actually found a friend in Lima, Ohio? What would be so wrong with that?

"What is that?" Maria grabbed my notebook from my hands and began to read to herself, "You got to be kidding me." She threw the notebook at me.

"What?"

"Santana, why are you seriously going to ask her questions like she cares about you?"

"Calm down, it's not that serious."

"She's miles away from us, Santana. MILES!"

"That doesn't mean anything, Maria. She was nice okay? Besides she's a cheerleader just like us, maybe she's like us."

"'Maybe she's like us' are you loosing it? She will never be anything like us. She's just a white girl from Ohio, wake up."

"Why are you so offended by this? Just because Nathan..."

"We don't mention his name, ever."

"Yeah yeah yeah, I know but..."

"No, I don't think you know. He hurt me, Santana, or do you not remember?"

"Of course I remember."

"Then you need to remember that these 'pen pals' only care about our culture, that's it. They don't care about the person behind the screen. So this..." She took my notebook, "Means nothing to Brittany." She threw it in the trashcan.

I sighed.

Brittany's POV

I felt the beat surround my body as I grew lighter on the stage and began to dance softly. I felt light as a feather, I felt alive and I loved the feeling. Everything that seemed to invade my mind became faint small memories as the beat grew harder and stronger around me.

Then as quickly as the feeling came, it left...

I looked around to see Artie wheeling up towards me holding the stereo on his lap.

"Didn't mean to interrupt." He started.

"No, it's okay. What's up?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to come to the movies tonight with me and a few friends."

"Friends?"

"Yeah, uh, Finn, Rachel, I think Quinn said she'll go if you go and Mike."

"Oh..." I grabbed my towel from behind me and began to wipe away the sweat from my forehead, "I don't know, Artie. I was going to write down some stuff to ask my pen pal..."

"Yeah, Quinn told me you all had pen pals now. How is that working out?"

I found myself growing red with...what? Excitement?

"It's going great actually; Santana is really cool to talk to."

"So, does that mean you're putting off the movies for dance?"

"Uh..."

"I mean I know how dancing is so important to you, but ya know, it's just I, uh...I, uh...I was hoping you'd, ya know, want to go...But if you don't..."

"I'll go Artie."

"Really?" He beamed.

"Yes, I'll just take a quick shower and see you guys there."

"Awesome." He wheeled away from me. I sighed as I thought about the unanswered questions I would never get to write down for Santana...