I had a great time getting ice cream with the Glee Club and I sort of wished I had hung out with them sooner. I thought things would be awkward between Kurt and me, since we dated and all, but it was actually the opposite. It was way more awkward when we dated, but that was mostly due to the gayness.

They went for ice cream every Friday, until it got too cold then it was hot chocolate, and they invited me to join them every week. I was happy to have a guaranteed Friday night date again and I told them I would totally go.

I didn't hear from Santana the rest of the night. I didn't really miss her until Rachel dropped me off and I was alone in my room. I figured she didn't recharge her phone, so I wasn't too upset she didn't text me.

I didn't see or hear from her the whole weekend either. Saturday morning we got in the car and headed to Fort Wayne to visit my aunt for the weekend. I had to leave my phone behind because my sister dropped it in the toilet. My dad made me put it in a container of rice to fix it. I wondered if I put my panda socks in this magic rice, the hole on the big toe wold get fixed too.

"Mom! I'm ready!"

My mom was taking me to school again. She came rushing out of the kitchen looking kinda frantic. "Give me a minute Britt. Your sister's school is having their bake sale and I still need to pack the cupcakes." I looked at her hand and noticed she had my phone. "Here. I turned it on and you have like four hundred messages."

I took the phone and looked at the screen lit up with my wallpaper of me and Santana. "Whoa! The magic rice worked." Before I could check my texts, the doorbell rang.

"Who is here so early?" my mom asked.

I shrugged and went to open the door to find Santana there. "Oh! Uh, hey. What are you doing here?" I don't know why I suddenly got nervous seeing her. I felt like we had a fight but we really didn't.

"Wow," Santana said with a small laugh, "Not exactly the greeting I expected after not seeing each other for a couple of days."

"Oh, sorry," I said, "Hi, Santana."

She put her hands on her hips and opened her mouth to speak when my mom interrupted her.

"Santana, honey! I'm glad you're here."

Santana looked past me and waved at my mom. "I'm glad someone is," she said and glanced at me. I looked away. "I'm here to take Britt to school."

My mom sighed that sigh that told me she was frustrated or annoyed. "Brittany, why didn't you tell me Santana was giving you a ride? I was going crazy getting everything done."

I should have told my mom that I had no idea Santana was coming over but instead I said I was sorry for forgetting. I got my things and followed Santana to her car. She didn't say anything until we were on the road.

"Where were you?"

I looked up from my phone, I had only managed to clear my Facebook notifications including accepting Eva's friend request. "Huh?"

"I called you like fifty times," she said, "I also came by a few times this weekend and no one was home."

"Oh, my sister dropped my phone in the toilet and my dad put it in magic rice." I checked my text messages next and there really were a lot from Santana. "We were visiting my aunt this weekend."

Santana sighed that frustrated sigh my mom did earlier. "Can you tell me next time so I'm not just waiting around? We had plans."

I was flabbergasted. A couple of months ago, my dad gave me one of those calendars that gave you a big word a day with the definition and that had been one of last week's words. I never thought I'd use it but I was using it now. "Flabbergasted."

"Did you say flabbergasted?"

"I said flabbergasted. I am flabbergasted! Flabbergast all around!" When Santana suddenly canceled or changed our plans, I just went along with it and didn't complain. Lately though, it was bothering me more and more and especially after the other night when she basically told me I was just her sex toy.

"Stop saying flabbergasted!" Santana stopped at a red light and turned to me. "What is wrong with you?"

"We had plans on Friday!" I said, my voice a little louder than I expected, "But you canceled to hang out with your boyfriend, Quinn and Finn." I saw her grip the wheel really tight and turn back to look at the road. The light had turned green again. "And you didn't say anything about having plans this weekend."

"I texted you but you ignored me." She drove into the school parking lot and drove into her spot. She turned off the car and turned to look at me.

"I told you my phone was in magic rice!"

"How did you know? About Friday?"

"I saw you," I said as I unbuckled my seatbelt, "I was waiting for you by the steps when I got your text. I saw all of you getting in your car and drive off."

Santana sunk back in her seat and looked down at her lap. "Oh."

I usually let things go but not today. "You should have told me sooner. I had already called my mom and told her I didn't need to get picked up because I was going with you."

Santana suddenly looked up. "Shit! I didn't even think of that. I'm sorry Britt. Did you walk home? Fuck! It was already getting dark and you hate walking at night..."

"It doesn't matter." I put my phone away and grabbed by backpack. She never really thought about how the things she did affected me. "I got home eventually."

"Did you walk?"

I opened the door and got out. "A friend gave me a ride. I'll see you later." I closed the door and started walking to my first class.

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As soon as I sat down in English, Santana started asking questions.

"What friend?"

"I have other friends," I said. Well, now I had other friends. I mean, I wasn't a lonely nerd or anything. I was one of the popular kids, but the only people I would consider friends were Santana and Quinn. I was so glad I had other friends now.

"Who? That Eva girl?" Santana sounded annoyed. "I saw you two are Facebook friends now."

"Eva doesn't even go here." I kinda wanted to keep who took me home a secret to make her more annoyed. If I hadn't seen her, she wouldn't have told me who she hung out with on Friday, so why should I?

"Hey, Brittany!"

I looked to my right and saw Artie rolling up to my desk. I totally forgot he was in this class. Actually, to be honest, I don't remember seeing him in this class before. "Hey Artie, are you visiting me?"

"Get lost, Stephen Hawking." Santana scowled.

"Be nice, Santana," I said. She seemed surprised I was defending Artie.

He smiled at me and ignored Santana. "No, I'm in this class with you. I sit up front but I wanted to say hi and confirm we're still on for Friday. My mom got me coupons for free sundaes so I want to make sure I get enough."

"Seriously?" I grinned and clapped my hands together. "That's awesome. Yeah, I'm totally on for Friday."

"Great." He was still smiling until he looked over at Santana's angry face and then he looked scared. "Well, I'll see you in Glee."

He rolled away and Santana turned her attention to me. "Him? He's the 'friend'? And what the hell is this about Friday? Don't tell me you're going on a date with that loser. I know Quinn told you to get a boyfriend but I didn't think you'd scrape the bottom of the barrel."

"He's nice!" I almost shouted. Some students turned to look at us so I lowered my voice. "And yes, he's my friend. And so are Mercedes, Tina, Kurt and Rachel. So don't say mean things about them."

"The Glee losers?" Santana groaned and reached for my hand. "Brittany, they are not people you want to hang out with, OK? It's OK to talk to them in Glee club, but outside that room, we have to pretend we don't know them. Those are the rules. The only reason we're even in that club is because Sue made us. And I'm pretty sure she forgot about her dumb plan to destroy that club."

I was getting mad and I hated getting mad. I hated the way it made me feel. "They are my friends now. Rachel gave me a ride and she invited me out for ice cream with the Glee club on Friday and it was a lot of fun. They go out every Friday and asked me to join them every week. I said yes." Even though Santana's hand was soft and warm and gave me little tingles, I took my hand away.

"But Friday is our day," Santana said, softly, "I mean, our day to hang out."

The teacher came in the classroom and started writing on the board.

"It used to be," I pouted, "But, you've canceled on me like three Fridays now since you started dating Puck. And…that's…whatever. You should go out on double dates with Quinn and Finn on Fridays. Those are the rules."

"I…," Santana's eyes looked watery and I wondered if her allergies were acting up again. Maybe someone in here was wearing cashmere. Santana was allergic. "Never mind," she said, sitting up straight and clenching her jaw, "I should do those double dates. After all Quinn, Finn, Puck and I are the super-couples of this school."

I shook my head and opened my book. Fridays weren't our day anymore and it made me sad.

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Things were a bit weird between Santana and me the next couple of days. We weren't fighting and we were still talking and acting like best friends, but something felt off.

I also didn't like that she and Puck were all over each other at school. It was the weirdest thing because Santana would only throw herself at him during lunch or when the hallways were packed. When it was just me around, she practically ignored him. They had a weird relationship.

Quinn kept bugging me about finding someone to date and it was really starting to get on my nerves. I wanted to find someone just to shut her up. I kept my eye out to see who I could date but no one stood out.

Artie was nice but he had the biggest crush on Tina, so he was out of the question. I knew Rachel had two dads, so maybe she would be open to being my girlfriend for a while. I made a note to ask her later. Though, the most sure bet would be Mike. He was on the football team, I actually liked spending time with him, he was hot, and we had already dated. Plus he was single.

I had narrowed down my options to Mike and Rachel. Rachel was a long shot, plus I wasn't that attracted to her, but desperate times called for desperate plans.

During Glee, I sat in the back with Santana and watched Rachel and Kurt sing their love song. I still wasn't sure what I was going to do about this assignment. I really didn't want to get up there alone but everyone already had chosen a song. Santana had decided to sing a love duet with Puck. It really hurt but there was nothing I could do. They were dating after all.

After Rachel and Kurt finished, everyone cheered.

"Thank you, thank you." Rachel always looked the happiest when she was the center of attention. "We worked really hard on this song."

Santana leaned close to me and whispered in my ear. "She's the worst. Have you ever met anyone so full of themselves?"

Without thinking I said yes. "Anyway, she's not so bad."

"Oh, right," Santana said rolling her eyes, "You guys are friends now."

"Please don't start," I said. We were doing good so far and I didn't want to fight again.

Santana crossed her arms. "Whatever."

After Glee, Santana left with Puck and I stayed behind to talk to Rachel. She always stayed behind to organize music sheets and was the last to leave. Mike had left as soon as we were dismissed so I couldn't talk to him yet.

She was standing by the piano when I walked to her. "Rachel?"

"Hi Brittany!" Rachel had the biggest smile and I knew she was happy to talk to me. "Did Artie give you your coupon for Friday?"

"Oh, no. I told him to hold it for me because I'm sure I'll lose it by then."

"Good idea," she said, "So what can I help you with? Do you need a ride home?"

"No… well, maybe." Santana was supposed to give me a ride home but since she had gone off with Puck, I expected her to cancel. "But I wanted to ask you for a favor."

Rachel's eyes lit up. "Do you need help with your love song? I know you go next time but you haven't told us what you're singing. I can definitely help."

Shit. I had completely forgotten I was next for the assignment. I hadn't even picked a song yet. After Santana had refused to sing with me, I just didn't bother. "OK, I need two favors then."

"Of course. What are they?"

"Well, I still don't have a song so I need some help."

Rachel clapped her hand together and gave a little jump. "Fantastic! I have the perfect suggestion for you. And if you want, I'd be happy to sing with you, do a duet."

That really made me smile. Ever since she gave me a ride last week, we've talked and hung out a more. I had let Quinn and Santana convince me that she was an annoying hobbit but they were totally wrong. "That would be awesome. Yeah, a duet would be great. I have no idea what to sing."

"Don't worry. How about we get started now and I'll just take you home after?"

I went back to the chairs and put my bag down. I then took out my phone and texted Santana that I didn't need a ride. She immediately texted me back.

Are you kidding? I'm waiting for you by the steps already. Who's giving you a ride?

I rolled my eyes. I rarely canceled or changed plans on Santana but she did it to me all the time. It made me mad she was getting upset. I texted her back that I was going to hang out with some of the Cheerios.

Santana responded with just one word.

Whatever.

I put my phone away and turned to Rachel. "OK, let's get started."

"Oh, what was the second favor you needed?" Rachel asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I was just going to see if you wanted to be my girlfriend for a couple of weeks. But we can talk about that later."

Rachel's mouth fell open and her eyes went really wide. I went to sit on the piano bench and waited for her to start talking again.

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Next time Glee club met, it was my turn to sing my song. It was also Santana and Puck's turn and they were currently up front singing their dumb love song duet. They sounded horrible together. I sat in the back, my arms crossed and just stared at Brad the piano guy. He got a hair cut and looked pretty good for an old guy.

I couldn't even look at Santana while she sang and danced, not after she had totally shot me down. Just because we weren't an official couple didn't meant we couldn't sing together. Rachel sang with Kurt. Tina sang with Mercedes. Mike sang with Artie. Quinn sang with Finn, but that was a bad example because they were a couple. The point was that the assignment didn't say anything about having to be an official couple.

I knew that Santana was afraid people would find out about our sexy times and I'm sure that's why she didn't want to do the duet. But, like, it wasn't like I wanted to sing a song about us having lady sex.

I heard applause and figured they had finished their song. I turned my attention to Santana who was smiling really big, until she saw me and her smile disappeared. She looked down at the ground and quickly rushed to her seat near the front. She hadn't sat next to me today.

"That was great," Mr. Shue said, "Good job you two! OK, next we have Brittany!"

I took a breath and walked to the front and faced everyone. I took a quick look at Santana and she had her head turned but I knew she was looking at me through her side eyes. "I'm going to sing 'You've got a Friend' by Robert Flock and Ann Hathaway…"

"Roberta Flack and Donny Hathaway, Brittany," Rachel corrected.

"Oh right, Roberta Flack and Donny Hathaway," I said, "I really wanted to sing a duet but didn't have a partner…." I glanced at Santana and saw her jaw clench before she looked at me. "…But I'm happy to announce, I found a partner who is pretty awesome and not annoying. Well, not as much as I thought."

Rachel got up and stood beside me. "It's me!"

"Are you kidding me?" Santana almost shouted, "You're singing a love song with Hobbit Berry here?"

"Don't call her that," I said, "And yes, I am."

"You two make and adorable couple," Puck teased causing Santana to turn and glare at him.

"Well," Rachel said, "Brittany and I discussed that, but decided it's best if we stayed friends."

"WHAT?!" Santana stood up, the vain in her neck popping out a little. "What the hell does that mean?"

Mr. Shue shook his head and sighed. "OK, OK, everyone calm down," he said, "Santana sit down and let Brittany and Rachel sing their song."

Santana sat down, her eyes looking between me and Rachel. Rachel and I got into position and began to sing. I choreographed the dance moves and Rachel choreographed the singing words. I wasn't sure what it was called for words. After we were done everyone clapped and smiled. Except Santana. She looked pissed.

"Thank you!" I told everyone. I turned to Rachel an gave her a hug. "Thanks Rachel," I said into her ear.

Rachel leaned back and smiled. "Any time."

It was too bad Rachel couldn't be my girlfriend because she was pretty cool. But, she was right, we were better as friends. For one, I had no romantic or sex feeling for her at all. For two, Rachel only liked boys. So that left my options cut down to just Mike. I looked over at him and he was smiling and sent me a wink.

Mike would be a sure thing.

-tbc-

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