Hi guys! So vacation was really fun... if you care. You probably don't, but it's cool XD

Anyway I really liked this chapter, it was fun writing the flashbacks! I hope you like it! Please review!

(Pleeeaase)

"15 multiplied by .5?" I say, sitting cross legged on the floor of Brittany's room.

Brittany purses her lips together. "It doesn't work Santana."

She flops down on her bed, pulling a pillow over her face. I sigh and move next to her. I tap her shoulder.

"Britt Britt?" I say, "You in there?"

She pulls the pillow away from her face, looking me in the eyes. "I can't do it Santana."

"No, you can do anything Britt," I coo, cupping her cheek with my hand. "What's 15 times 5?"

"75," she says immediately.

"Good," I say, "Now move the decimal point…"

Brittany furrows her eyebrows together, moving her lips, she seems to be thinking very intensely. After a moment, she collapses back down on her bed, tears brimming her eyes. "It doesn't work Sanny. I just can't do it. I'm not smart enough."

"Hey," I say, lying down next to Brittany, resting my head on her shoulder. I take her long fingers on my own. Tracing up and down her knuckles, I say, "Britts, I think it's safe to say that I know you pretty well. And, do you trust me?"

Brittany smiles. "Yes."

"So then trust me when I say that you're a genius, and that you're gonna change the world someday," I comfort her. My voice is soft and caring.

Brittany and I lay next to each other in silence, then Brittany sighs. "Ok San, I trust you."

"Good," I whisper, planting soft kisses on her neck. "Why don't we do something else for a little while."

Britt nods. As I take my lips off her neck she whimpers a little, causing me to smirk.

I clear my throat, "Do you want to, um, work on our song?"

Brittany smiles, sitting up on the bed, our knees touching. She nods. "What song did you have in mind?"

I touch her cheek, unable to resist myself. I need Brittany's skin under my fingers like a flower needs sunlight. I'd wilt and die without it.

"I'll show you," I say, rolling off the bed and moving to Brittany's iPod. I search for the song, and when I find it, I move back to Brittany's bed. I hit play and rest the iPod on the pillow. I reach my hand out as the opening notes play.

"Dance with me Britt."

Brittany places her hand in mine and stands up off the bed. She places her hands around my waist, and I wrap mine around her neck. I lean my head against her shoulder, and bury my face in her neck. We sway softly to the music, tears spilling down both of our faces. We don't move, except for stepping softly side to side, until the song finishes.

Brittany tightens her grip around my waist, planting a soft kiss on my cheek. "That's perfect Santana. I don't really understand what's going on in it, but it makes me feel the way I feel when I'm around you, or touch you. It's beautiful."

I grin, "I'm glad you like it."

Brittany pulls away a little bit to look me in the eyes. "Are you sure you want to do this? I know it's really hard for you, and I don't want you pulling out at the last minute, because that would make me sad and then you would feel sad because you don't like when I'm sad, and then I would be sadder cause I don't like seeing you sad."

"I promise I'm going to do this Britt. We're going to do this."

"Alright guys, as much as we're all looking forward to hearing Rachel's newest original song, we have a surprise performance by… Santana and Brittany!" Mr. Shue announces, after we all had taken our seats.

I stand up and make my way to the tall wooden stool that we had set up beforehand. There's one for Mrs. Holiday and Brittany too. I keep my eyes on the ground, not looking at any of the New Directions.

Brittany sits in her stool too. "We're getting some help from Mrs. Holiday too, if that ok Mr. Shue."

"Of course that's ok," Mr. Shue smiles at Mrs. Holiday as she walks through the door. "You're always welcome here Holly."

Holly smirks at him and winks. I inwardly gag. Mr. Shue takes a seat in Brittany's empty chair, and he gestures at me to introduce the song. I clear my throat.

"Um, this is Landslide by Fleetwood Mac, and this song explains… everything."

Mr. Shue nods and I can see everyone look at us to start. I nod at Mrs. Holiday and she plays the opening chords.

I took my love, I took it down

I climbed a mountain and I turned around

And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills

'Til the landslide brought me down

Age five. First day of kindergarten. I walked in the bright classroom, wringing my hands and biting my lip from nerves. I had no friends, and everyone else seemed to already know each other. As the teacher called our names we stood up and introduced ourselves. When the teacher called my name I stood up and waved. I said my name and where I was from, ("Lima Heights Adjacent, so you better not mess with me.") I flipped my hair over my shoulder and sat down. I heard a little boy with a mohawk whisper loudly to his friend that I was cute, and I didn't know what to do, so I did what I had seen the girls in the movies do. I winked. And then my journey to rise to the top of the social ladder began. After I sat down, the teacher called another name. Brittany Pierce. Brittany stood up, and I remember marveling at how long and silky her hair was, and how soft and perfect her nose and lips were. Brittany said her name, and then continued talking. She talked about everything that was on her mind that day, she talked about unicorns and fairies and magical cupcakes that could turn you into a kitten. The kids just giggled, and that day at recess, they called her mean names and tormented her by squashing spiders in front of her. When I saw her cry to herself in the corner, something inside my heart died. That day was the first day I ever went All Lima Heights on someone's Sorry Ass, it was the first time I was ever sent to the principal's office, and it was the first time I made a friend.

Oh, mirror in the sky

What is love?

Can the child within my heart rise above?

Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?

Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Age six. Dance class. The long legged dance teacher was standing in front of the group of six year old girls, who we're eyeing the pretty blonde standing next to the teacher carefully.

"Girls, I'd like you to welcome Brittany Pierce, she'll be joining us in our classes from now on."

I remember thinking how pretty Brittany looked in her leotard and skirt. As the teacher finished introducing her, Brittany giddily ran to my side, taking my arm in her hand and squeezing. The teacher said something about her already having a friend, or something, but I wasn't paying attention to the teacher anymore, now that Brittany was by my side. That day we learned how to waltz. We partnered up, and naturally, I danced with Brittany. It was the first time I had danced with a girl. And I loved it.

Well, I've been afraid of changing

'Cause I've built my life around you

But time makes you bolder

Even children get older

And I'm getting older too

Age seven. My home. "Come hija," My mother was saying. "Come put on these cute Minnie Mouse ears."

I pouted in the corner with my arms crossed. We were going to DisneyLand, and I did not want to go. "No! I don't want to go without Brittany! I promised her we would go together someday and I don't want to go without her!"

"Mija! Por favor, just put the ears on and get in the car. Brittany's busy, mi amor, we would bring her if we could, but we can't. You'll still have fun."

"No!" I shouted. "Not without Brittany! It will be boring without her!"

My mother sighed. "Ay Dios mio."

My father peeked his head around the corner. "That girl's got her life built around that small blonde. We should be thankful she's got such a good friend at such a young age."

Well, I've been afraid of changing

'Cause I've built my life around you

But time makes you bolder

Even children get older

And I'm getting older too

Age eight. My home. I pressed myself against the doorway to the kitchen, trying to listen in on the angry words. Brittany was in my room braiding my dolls hair, I had told her I was going to get a drink or water.

"I don't like her!" My abuela was shouting.

"Mami," my mother was pleading. "She's Santana's best friend. Please give her a chance."

"Do you know what I walked in on them doing?" My grandmother spat, "They were playing wedding. Wedding!"

"I don't understand, Santana always plays wedding."

"No no no, they were playing it together! They were pretending to get married!" My abuela's voice was rising, and my mother frantically shushed her. Tears spilled down my cheeks. How could anyone not like Brittany?

"Oh Mami, relax, they're just children."

"Two girls can not get married. Santana needs to be taught this immediately. It's sucia! It's dirty!"

"Mami! Escuchas! They are children! They are eight years old."

My grandmother went silent, and I held my breath. "Children get older, Maribel. Children get older."

Oh! I'm getting older too

Oh-oh, take my love, take it down

Oh-oh, climb a mountain and you turn around

And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills

Well, the landslide bring it down

Age thirteen. Puckerman's house. "Saaantana," Brittany whined in my ear, "I want to go home!"

"Shh Britt," I say, nodding and smiling at a pretty blond cheerleader named Quinn Fabray, "We have to come too and stay at parties like these if we want to make it big at high school." Brittany frowned and crossed her arms across her chest. She was wearing a beautiful short black dress, her hair hanging down loosely around her face. She looked stunning, and I hadn't been able to get my mind off of it. She was also developing some very nice cleavage, which had been pretty distracting as well. The loud music thumped in my head. I bobbed my head to the music and took a sip out of my cup. It tasted strange. Bitter. It made my head hurt. I set the cup down and reached my hand out to dance with Brittany. She looked the other way. I sighed.

"Ok fine Britt, we can step out and go get some air."

Brittany squealed and hooked her arm in mine. We walked outside of Puck's house, and sat on the step next to each other. Brittany leaned her head on my shoulder.

"Hey, Britt, I can call my mom and ask her to pick us up early, if you want. Then we could go sleep at my house. What's that new Disney movie you wanted to watch?"

"Ratatouille!" Brittany said, an excited expression on her face. "You would really watch that with me? You hate Disney movies!"

"Anything for you Britt," I teased, but my tone came out more serious then I meant it too. Brittany's face softened, and she slowly leaned forward. My mouth went completely dry, and as I looked into her beautiful blue eyes, I was forced to make a very important decision. I could follow what my brain was telling me to do. I could lean away, and brush off for the millionth time the strange feelings that accompany Brittany. The butterflies. Pure joy. The love. Or I could follow my heart, and kiss the girl. Before I knew it our lips had collided, and everything was right in the world.

And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills

Well, the landslide bring it down

Oh-ohh, the landslide bring it down

The clapping from the Glee club brings me out of my daze. I feel tears on my cheek. I smile at Brittany, and hope that my smile tells her everything she needs to know. Her eyes look watery too. I wipe away my tears.

"Is that really how you feel?" Brittany asks me softly.

I nod, not going to hide it any more. "Yeah."

I stand up and walk over to my best friend. As I wrap her up in my arms, I know everything's gonna be ok. Even if everyone in the world hated me, I know Brittany will always love me. And that's enough. "Thank you," I whisper in her ear.

"Can I just applaud this trio for exploring the uncharted world of sapphic charm," The hobbit's annoying voice rang out. My mouth almost falls open. She is so damn annoying! This is absolutely not her place to applaud us for anything! I didn't do this for her! I did it for Brittany. "Brava," she continues, "Brava."

"Look," I say, "Just because I did a song with Brittany, doesn't mean you can put a label on me. Is that clear?"

Rachel nods a little, a scared look on her face.

I turn away from Brittany's hurt expression, the anger and fear still pumping through my veins.