Author's Note: Sorry it's not longer. :/ And OMG ! 90 Gleekin' Minutes! Are you ready?

Brittany's POV

The days went by like blurs to me. I didn't pay much attention in class anymore, not that I ever did before, and Artie's sweet and charming demeanor seemed so out of place for me. What was happening to me? Every other minute I found myself thinking about Santana. I thought about her beautiful charming sense of humor, her magical ability to make me cry at the amazing movements she did, but most importantly I thought about her voice.

That sweet and innocent, yet hard-core lyrical voice that had me on the edge of my seat every time I played it. I felt my heart skip a beat as I played back in my head Santana's beautiful rendition of "Valerie" How she sounded like a trained angel. Why was I thinking about her? Why was I thinking about her singing voice at all? Who cared if she could sing or dance or could make me laugh without trying? Who cared? Santana Lopez was nothing more but a dancer for me to dance with once those scouts came to our school. They wouldn't be looking at her; they will be looking at me. So why did I care about her so much?

I sighed to myself as I made my way to English class...

Santana's POV

"All packed hija?" My mom called from my doorway. She was leaning against it, her arms folded across her chest as I packed my favorite skirt.

"Something like that."

"Well, I hope you have fun and get something out of this experience. And what did you say the girl's name was? Whitney?"

"Brittany." I said, rolling my eyes at her.

"Right, Brittany. She dances like you?"
"Better, mama, better."

"No one dances better than my hija." I sighed heavily as my mom kissed my cheek.

"Come on ma, Maria will be waiting for me."

"Okay, okay." She helped me carry my suitcase down the steps towards Maria's car. Maria was leaning against it, her arms folded across her chest as her brother sat behind the steering wheel.

"Hola Señora Lopez." Was her greeting to my mom.

"Hola Maria, are you well?"

"Yes, just ready to get going. Our plane leaves in a few. Do you have everything?" She asked me. I nodded without much notion.

"Take care of her, will you?" My mom asked of Maria as I stuffed my suitcase into the trunk.
"Of course I will. Adios."

"Adios." We piled into the car and waved to my mom as we backed out of the driveway...

Brittany's POV

"You look like a mixture between a cheerleader gone wrong and a hippie." Was Quinn's greeting to me as she met me outside of her house.

"Why thank you, that's what I was going for." I said rolling my eyes as she got into my car.

"Are you excited to finally see our pen pals?"

I didn't answer her, too scared that my excitement would get the best of me.

"I'm just ready to see if Sam really has sweat glistening off his abs the way that photo looked." She said with a smile.

"You've seen them?"

"Of course. It started off innocent then became something more. It's not my fault, he sent them to me."

I shook my head to her as I turned onto the main road.

"So, is Ms. Jones meeting us there or what?"

"Yes, she said she'll be there fifteen minutes late so we'll have time to get to know our pen pals."

"We've been talking to them for a month!"

"I think she meant in person."

"Still, we basically know each other by now. Don't you think?"

I shrugged. Did I really know Santana?

Santana's POV

The airplane ride was taking it's toile on me and Maria. Though she spent most of the time sleeping, I spent most of it daydreaming about finally meeting Brittany. What it would feel like. Would she be nice and hug me or feel it too weird and give me a handshake? Or would she even look at me at all? Would she pretend I meant nothing to her or would she introduce me to all her friends like she said she would?

I nudged Maria who was snoring beside me.

"What?"

"I'm nervous." I said to her, "I don't think I want to meet her. I've changed my mind."

"It's a little too late for that, don't you think?"

"I know, but..."

"Come off it, chica. Just remember, we're here to meet these losers, dance with them, and then leave. They don't care about us so why should we care about them?"

I opened my mouth to say something but she had turned her body to the window and had started to snore again. I said nothing, but put my earphones on and heard the beautiful voice of Brittany taking me away...