The day of prom was pretty hectic. Rachel invited all the girls to get ready at her house and I was surprised when everyone said yes. Even Santana and Quinn. We were all in Rachel's basement and there were clothes and makeup everywhere.

"Crap!" Tina shouted, "Does anyone have extra black eyeliner?"

"I do," Santana said handing it to her.

I smiled because Santana was being so nice to everyone. Well, nice for Santana but that was still great. I was the first one to get ready and just sat on the couch watching everyone else and texting with Eva every now and then. She was having her Junior Prom too and she was texting me that her date was a girl. I told her I'd call her tomorrow so I could get details.

I really liked that we were getting ready at Rachel's and that we all had become friends. Tina, Mercedes, Rachel, Quinn, Santana and I had been getting ready for the last two hours and we were actually having fun.

Things were still a little weird between me and Santana but we were talking. She and Quinn were competing for queen and had campaigned against each other for the last week. They had a weird relationship. Like, they competed against each other and fought but they never stopped talking. It was like they liked arguing with each other. I was a little jealous of that because, with me, Santana would stop talking to me when we had a fight.

"Have you practiced your loser smile, Quinn?" Santana asked, with a smirk.

"Bitch, please," Quinn laughed, "I've got this locked down. There is no way you and that fake boyfriend of yours win."

I quickly looked to Santana and saw her fidget a little. I wondered why Quinn had called him a fake boyfriend. I mean, in the week they had been dating, I only saw them together twice and both times they looked so uncomfortable holding hands you'd think they'd never held anyone's hand before. I still got a strange vibe about them. Not to mention I caught Dave checking out Kurt's ass the other day.

"And you think you and that new kid with the trouty lips have a shot?" Santana laughed, "He's been at this school two weeks! No one knows who he is and I think he's homeless."

"Shut up Santana!" Quinn went to the mirror and finished her makeup. "Sam is not homeless and everyone loves him already. He's new enough that everyone thinks he's cool but hasn't been here long enough to have anyone hate him. It's perfect."

"I like Sam," Mercedes said, "He seems cool. I like his impressions."

I giggled. "Yeah, his impression of Kermit the Frog is amazing."

"He looks like a fish," Santana said.

"I don't care," Quinn said, "I'm not interested in dating him and we're going as friends. He's a good running mate and you'll see us walk that stage."

"I'm glad Artie and I aren't running," Tina said, "We're just going to go and have fun."

"Same with me and Marcus," Mercedes said.

Rachel sighed loudly. "It's a shame Jesse goes to another school and can't run. We'd win for sure." Quinn and Santana started laughing. "Anyway, Brittany, why aren't you and Mike running? You guys would have a decent shot."

Mike had asked me if I wanted to run and I said no. I didn't want to put up posters or campaign to be queen. It sounded like too much work to just be in the spotlight for like an hour. If I was going to make posters and make people vote for me, I'd want it to be for like president.

"I didn't want to," I said shrugging my shoulders, "I just want to go to prom and dance."

I caught Santana looking at me and she kinda looked guilty for some reason. I gave her a small smile and she smiled back. It was nice and I would have smiled bigger but my phone buzzed. "Oh! The guys are here."

"Oh crap!" Tina said, her breathing picking up. "I'm nervous now."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Relax Chang. You're dating a robot nerd. No need to get your panties all twisted."

I got up and adjusted my tiny top hat. "Alright, let's go dance!"

###

When we got there, I took Mike's hand and dragged him to the dance floor. I really just wanted to dance and have fun and not think about kings or queens or college. We all got a table and every now and then Mike and I would go back to have a drink and talk with our friends.

I caught glimpses of Santana dancing and hanging out with Dave but I tried not to stare at her too much. She looked so beautiful in her red dress and her hair down. I loved when she had her hair down and was a little curly. I really wanted to go up to her and ask her for a dance but I knew she'd say no, so I just danced with Mike the whole night.

When the time came to announce the winner, Mike and I stood next to Rachel and Jesse and waited for the announcement. Jesse was pretty cool and I as soon as I met him I knew why Rachel liked him. Jesse was the female Rachel. It was kinda funny and made me wonder if there was a boy Brittany out there.

All the nominees were on stage and I smiled watching how happy Santana looked up there. I really hope she won.

"And your Junior Prom King is….David Karofsky!"

Everyone started clapping and cheering. Quinn looked pissed. Santana was practically jumping up and down and I laughed at how cute she looked. I was so happy because if Dave won, then that meant Santana was probably going to win.

"And your Junior Prom Queen is.., uh…this can't be right." Principle Figgins looked around the stage super confused. "Umm…Kurt Hummel?"

The room got quiet and no one moved. The spotlight moved from the stage to the audience and found Kurt. I wasn't sure what to think. Could a guy be Queen? Does that mean a girl could run for king? Everyone was looking at Kurt as he slowly walked up to the stage but I was looking at Santana. She looked devastated and I knew she was about to cry.

As Kurt made it to the stairs, Santana ran off stage. I quickly told Mike I'd be right back and left to find Santana. I knew she wouldn't be backstage if she was crying because there would probably be people back there. I searched for her in the classrooms and finally found her.

"Hi." Her back was to me and I could hear her sniffling. "I'm sorry you didn't win."

"I don't get it," she sniffed, "How come no one voted for me? Why don't people like me? Do I smell like a golf course?"

I stepped closer and put my hand on her arm and turned her around to face me. Her mascara was running and she still had tears in her eyes. "I voted for you."

She took a breath and I swear I saw her almost smile. "You did?"

"Yeah. You're awesome Santana and you don't need some plastic crown to prove that. You can get those at a party store. All those people out there don't know the real you, someone who is smart, funny, and sweet."

She let out a short laugh. "I am not sweet."

"You're sweet to me. And your family. And even earlier today, you let Tina borrow your eyeliner. That was sweet."

I was glad when Santana smiled. She looked at me for a long moment and I got goosebumps. "Why do you put up with me?" she whispered, "I'm a mess and you deserve better."

I stepped closer and put one hand on her waist and used the other to wipe the mascara that had run down her cheeks. She looked so fragile that I just wanted to hug and protect her. "We're all a mess. We're teenagers. You're my best friend and I know what an amazing person you can be. You just need to let the real Santana come out and let everyone see her. Everyone's going to love her but you have to give them the chance to get to know her."

She took in a sharp breath and I thought she was going to start crying and was glad she didn't. Her lip trembled a little so she bit it to make it stop. I hope she knew what I was trying to tell her without me actually saying it out loud. I knew she wasn't ready to hear that.

"I believe in you, Santana."

Her breathing picked up a bit and she kept eye contact with me, which kinda made me nervous. All I ever wanted was for her to look at me and now that she was, I wanted to look away.

She stepped closer to me and I thought she was going to hug me but instead she kissed me. I was really surprised and it took me a second to realize what was happening but when I did, I kissed her back.

The kiss was really soft and only last for a few seconds before Santana pulled back. I opened my eyes and saw her looking at me again and I didn't know what to say.

"Thank you," she whispered.

I nodded and she leaned in and kissed me again. This time, she put her arms around my neck and kissed me a little harder. I pulled her closer to me and opened my mouth to deepen the kiss. She tasted amazing.

I knew we shouldn't be doing this but it had been so long since I kissed her that I didn't want to stop. I missed that tingling feeling I got when I was with her and how my stomach felt like it was doing somersaults.

We kept kissing and it seemed like Santana didn't want to stop either and I even heard her moan softly. I pulled away just enough to look at her. "Are you OK?"

She nodded and and gave me a quick kiss. "I'm better now." One of her hands was caressing my neck and I had to try really hard not to close my eyes. "I like your little hat."

"You know how much I love top hats," I said with a small laugh, "I really like your dress."

"Hmmm." Santana closed her eyes and leaned in, her mouth close to my ear. "You told me once that red was your favorite color on me."

Her mouth was nibbling on my neck and I couldn't keep my eyes open. "You look really hot in red." I moved my hand from her waist to her back. I moved them up and down until I went past her waist to her ass. Santana hummed against my neck. She really did have a great ass and since I hadn't touched it in a long time, I kept my hands there.

"I miss you," Santana said. She licked my neck then moved her mouth to mine again and kissed me. Her tongue was massaging mine and it felt so good. I squeezed her butt and brought her closer. We kissed for a long time again until Santana stopped. "Let's leave. My mom is staying over her boyfriend's house so it'll be just us."

I almost said yes. I really wanted to keep kissing her but if I went to her house we'd do more than kissing. Which would be awesome but I didn't want to start sleeping together again yet. "I can't."

She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me back to really look at me. "Why?

"I can't just ditch Mike and you can't ditch Karofsky."

"Uh, yes we can. They're big boys and can find their way home."

I let her go and stepped away from her. "Santana. I can't do this again. You have a boyfriend but want to mess around with me. And I have a…Mike. I know you said it's not cheating if the plumbing is different, but it is and I can't…I don't want to do that again."

Santana took in a slow, deep breath and looked away. She didn't say anything for a long time and just slowly paced back and forth. When she finally stopped and looked at me, I was surprised she didn't look mad. "OK."

"OK? You're not mad?"

She shook her head. "No. I don't want to be mad at you anymore. I mean, I never was. I can't be. All those times…it was about my own fucked up problems."

"What problems?"

"It doesn't matter. Let's go back out there and find our dates." She wiped her cheeks and smoothed out her dress. "And I want to make sure Kurt's OK. Being voted queen must have upset him."

I smiled and went to her and kissed her cheek. "See, you are sweet."

She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Shut up."

"So we're OK?"

"Yeah, Britt, we're OK."

I felt so relived. Maybe the real Santana was finally starting to show herself. I took her hand and we wen to go find Kurt.

###

Kurt was not OK. When Santana and I found him, he was surrounded by the rest of the Glee club and it looked like he had been crying. I felt so bad for him. Some of the football players and Cheerios had stuffed the ballot box to get Kurt to win to play a joke on him. One of those football players was Karofsky. When Santana found out, she dumped him. She yelled at him in the middle of the hallway between classes and made a big scene. It was awesome.

Karofsky didn't even get a chance to say anything before Santana walked off. By the end of the day, Karofsky and the other people in the prank were revealed and they got shouted at by members of the Glee club. I was just glad Mike, Puck and Finn had nothing to do with the prank. Especially Finn, since he was now Kurt's brother or something.

A few days later, Kurt was feeling better and everyone at school had moved on to other things. Santana and I were back to being best friends who hung out and held hands. We joked around and spent as much time together as we could. We didn't make out or have sex, mainly because I didn't want to rush things. I didn't want us to go back to the same thing we used to do and we still hadn't even talked about the whole college thing.

Mike and I were at the Lima Bean drinking coffee and I wanted to know what we were. So far we had only made out a few times and I could tell he wanted to do more, but I wasn't sure I wanted to. We had slept together before, when we dated the first time, so it wasn't like it would be new.

"Uh, Mike?" My hands were cold so I had them around my cup.

"Is you coffee OK?"

"Oh, it's totally fine. I have a question?"

He gave me a big smile and leaned forward. "What's up?"

"OK, I know we went to prom but are we dating?"

Mike leaned back and scratched his chin. "Like official boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want to be?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "A few months ago, I did. Now? I'm not sure."

"So, you don't like me?" He looked a little hurt so I reached across and took his hand.

"I totally do. And we have fun and I like being with you."

"Me too."

"But, like, do you want to go back to dating? I mean, we broke up the first time because, after a while, we forgot we were dating."

He laughed and shook his head. "Yeah, that was weird."

Mike and I had been really into each other when we first started dating and it was great. As time went on we started being a little less into each other until eventually we went days without seeing each other. So we decided to just be friends.

"Maybe we should just keep it casual," I suggested, "Like, we can be each other's dates when we need one and hang out like we are now."

Mike leaned back and nodded. "That sounds good. You're right, we should keep it casual. It seems to work for us. Can we still make out?"

"Sure," I shrugged.

"Sex?" he asked, looking super hopeful.

"We'll see."

"Can we see other people then?"

I immediately thought about Santana. "I think that would be OK. At least until we decide if we want to be exclusive." Boom. Used another calendar word.

"Awesome!"

I smiled and took a sip of my coffee. I was so glad that was cleared up.

###

"This is so exciting!" Rachel squealed, "We're going to New York!"

"It's pretty awesome," I said, laughing, "I've never been there. Have you?"

"No," Rachel grinned, "This is amazing. I get to check out the city I'll be living in next year!"

Rachel and I were the only ones in the choir room. We still had twenty amounts before the rest of the club would start showing up. We were competing in the Superbowl of Glee clubs and everyone was so excited to go on the trip. We were leaving in a few days and this was going to be the first time many of us would be on a trip without our parents.

"OK, so," Rachel continued, "This is a perfect opportunity for us to visit some of those New York schools you are considering. Based on the itinerary Mr. Shue gave us, I think we have enough time to visit my schools and yours."

"OK, yeah. Let's do that."

"I have to say Brittany, I really do hope you consider a school in New York. It would be nice to have a friend there."

"Isn't Kurt going to some fashion school there?"

"Maybe, but he's also considering going to Paris."

"Whoa! That's crazy. Though, it'd be awesome to to live where the French fry was born."

Rachel let out a laugh. "I'm glad we became friends Brittany."

"Me too," I smiled, "And I promise to really consider New York. Oh! Then we could be roommates like Monica and Rachel!"

We talked about New York until people started showing up. When Santana came in, she smiled at me and went to the last row and took a seat. I told Rachel I'd talk to her later and got up to go sit next to Santana.

"Hey," Santana said when I sat down, "Are you sure Smurfette won't be mad you left her side?"

"I thought you were being nice to her?" I turned to face her and smiled.

Santana stared down at Rachel and then up at me. "You guys have become pretty good friends, huh?"

I nodded. "She's helped me a lot. You know with college."

"Oh, that." The choir room was getting noisy with everyone talking to each other. "I guess we still need to talk about that."

"Yeah." I looked down at my hands on my lap. "Is Chicago the only city you want to go to?" I looked back up to see Santana bitting her lip.

She shrugged. "I really like the city and my whole family is there, aunts, uncles, cousins. My mom said that she was going to move there after graduation."

That made a lot of sense. No matter how badass Santana said she was and how she always wanted people to think she was mean and tough, she really wasn't. It made sense that she would want to move to a city close to her family so she wouldn't be alone. I understood that and I couldn't be mad at her for that but I wondered…

"You know," I said, "If you want to go to another city, with me, we could have fun. If we go to LA we can see dolphins and learn surfing."

Santana laughed. "That'd be pretty cool."

"Totally!"

She bent down and reached for her bag and took out a folder. "Here," she said, giving me the folder, "It's information about the dance program at Illinois University of Chicago. It looks cool."

"You wanna study dance?" I opened the folder and saw pictures on dancers looking happy dancing and studying.

"No, Britt, for you."

"Me?" I looked up at her and she nodded.

"Yeah. When I saw you looking through those catalogues and saw the Chicago ones, I got this one for you. I'm sorry I assumed you didn't want to go to college. That wasn't fair. I mean, any college would be lucky to have your genius mind. This is the school I want to go to."

I couldn't help it. I smiled really big. She did want me to go with her to Chicago and it made me feel all warm inside that she had given me this folder. "That's awesome."

"My mom and I are going to Chicago this summer and, uh, maybe you can come too and we can visit the school."

I couldn't stop smiling. "Can we visit the giant jelly bean?"

"Yeah, Britt," she laughed, "I'll take you to the giant jelly bean."

"Awesome!"

Mr. Shue shouted to get everyone's attention. Everyone turned around and listened to him talk about the Glee Superbowl. I put away the folder and as Mr. Shue talked, I thought about how awesome it would be to go to college with Santana. It was very sweet that she got me that folder and I had to find a way to tell her that I did't want to study dance.

###

I was staring at my closet trying to decide what else I should take to New York. We were leaving tomorrow morning and even though we were only going for three days I didn't want to forget anything. I already had my outfit all picked out and couldn't wait to go.

I heard my door open and I thought it was my mom or sister but I was surprised to see it was Santana. "Oh, hey!" I looked at my kitty clock and saw it was almost 8:30. "Is everything OK? It's kinda late."

She walked further into my room and I saw she was dragging her suitcase. "I should have called first."

As soon as I saw her suitcase I knew she came to sleep over. "That's OK. Is your mom staying over her boyfriend's?"

She shook her head and looked a little tense. "Work. She has a conference in Cincinnati and I thought it'd be cool if I came over so we could leave for the airport together."

I walked to her and took her suitcase and rolled it to the corner. I then went to close my door so that my sister wouldn't barge in. She did that a lot when Santana was around. "Super cool. Now you can help me finish packing."

Santana relaxed and laughed. We spent the next hour packing and actually had fun. When we finished, I closed my suitcase and rolled it next to Santana's. "You wanna watch a movie?"

"Sure. Let's change into our PJs though," she said, "I need to relax."

We took turns changing in my bathroom. I went first and while Santana was getting ready, I pulled back the covers of my bed and then set up the Apple TV. I sat on my side of the bed and started browsing movies when Santana came out. "No horror movies, OK? I want to be able to sleep so I'm not tired for New York," I said.

Santana stood in front of my bed dressed in her black cotton shorts and tight tank top. Her hair was down and she looked so beautiful. I quickly looked back at my TV and started browsing again. I didn't want to start drooling.

"Then no animated movies," Santana said, "I'd like to see a movie with real people."

I nodded and kept my focus on the TV but I could still see her through my side eyes. She walked over to my desk and sat in the chair.

"Do you still have your air mattress?"

I looked away from the TV at Santana sitting with her legs crossed on my chair. "Yeah, it's in my closet. Why? Are you going camping?"

She got up and went into my closet, looking for the box. "I want to lie down. I wanna blow it up before we start the movie."

I dropped the remote and went to a kneeling Santana who was moving stuff around in my closet. I bent down and put my arms under her armpits and pulled her up. "What are you talking about?"

She turned around and she looked so shy that I wanted to hug her. "I need to sleep somewhere and your floor is not comfortable."

"Why would you sleep on my floor?" I smiled. "You always sleep with me in my bed."

"But I thought…you know, we weren't doing that." Santana bit her lip and took a breath. She said that so softly and that meant she was nervous about my answer.

I pulled her out of the closet and closed the door. "Don't be silly," I said leading her to my bed, "Get in so we can pick a movie."

While Santana got into bed I turned off the lights. When I turned around to face her, she had settled on her side and covered herself up to her chin. I went to the bed and got in and gave Santana the control. "Pick something."

"I don't care what's on." She gave me back the control, closing her eyes. "I'll just listen."

I turned off the TV and put the controls on my nightstand. I laid down on my side to face Santana and even though it was dark, the moon had it's nightlight turned on so I could see her pretty well. "What's wrong?"

She opened her eyes and just looked at me for a log moment before she answered. "I can't stay away from you," she whispered.

"Yes you can. You've stayed away all those times you were mad at me." I whispered back.

She closed her eyes and sighed. "I was…that was hard," she said, opening her eyes, "I didn't want to… stay away, I had to."

"Why?"

"I just had to," she said again, "I told you, Britt, I'm a mess and I feel like I'm going to explode."

"Like a bomb?" I wish I knew what she was saying so I could help her. I didn't want her to explode and even though she was confusing me, this was the most she had opened up to me.

"I just… I have all these feelings."

Santana looked so scared and I felt like I should know what she was trying to tell me. I had a feeling this was about letting the real Santana out but I didn't want to say that and risk pushing her away. "I have lots of feelings too. You don't have to be scared, honey. I'm here to help you."

"I don't know what to do," she said, almost crying, "I can't…I just can't." She turned around and now her back was to me.

"Can't what?" I scooted closer to her and made her my little spoon. She tried to pull away for a second but then let me hold her. "Don't be scared, OK? I don't want you to explode. Just think about how next year we'll be in college and away from everyone at school. We can be whoever we want."

"I'm sorry, Britt...for everything. You didn't deserve to be treated like that."

"It's OK, Santana." Her voice cracked and I had to try really hard to cry too.

"I'm trying," she said whispered. She took my hand and kissed it softly.

"Good."

We didn't say anything after that and I just held her until we fell asleep.

###

New York was amazing. Everything moved so fast and the people always looked like they had important things to do. This was my first time in a a big city and I really, really liked it and I could totally see myself living here.

Rachel and I visited the schools we were thinking of applying to and all of them were awesome. Just being on a college campus was an adventure and I definitely knew I wanted to go to college. So far New York was at the top of my list. Maybe when I went to Chicago with Santana this summer, that city would be on top of my list.

I really wanted to be where Santana was but Sue's voice kept playing in my head. The voice that said I had to think about what I wanted and not live my life how someone else led theirs. Maybe I could convince Santana to come to New York with me if that's where I wanted to go.

Santana had a good time too. It was as if getting out of Lima turned her into a different person. A person who smiled all the time, was laid back and didn't have a worry in the world. This Santana jumped on the bed and had a pillow fight with the Glee girls. This Santana danced and sang through the streets of New York. This Santana held my hand in public and didn't get mad once. I really loved this Santana and I had hoped she'd come back to Lima.

She didn't.

As soon as the pilot said we were landing in Lima, Santana seemed to tense up and she stopped smiling.

Even though we didn't win the Glee Superbowl, everyone had a lot of fun and became even better friends. Finn, Puck, Quinn and Santana had really bonded with the rest of the club and it made me so happy. Even when we got back to Lima, they were still nice to the Glee club and the guys even invited them out to lunch later in the week.

We had landed 20 minutes ago and we were all at baggage claim getting our luggage. Some of the parents were here ready to take their kids home.

"OK!" Mr. Shue shouted, "Does everyone have a ride?"

"Yo Mike or Tina," Puck said, "Some Asian dude keeps waving over here. Who's dad is that?"

I looked around and spotted my dad waving at me. "That's my dad!"

"For real?" Puck was surprised. A lot of people were surprised when they met my dad. I didn't see Santana's mom so I asked her if she needed a ride.

"Oh yeah," Santana smiled, "I forgot to ask you earlier. My mom's at work and…"

I grabbed her hand and lead her to where my dad was, saying good bye to the Glee club as we left.

"Girls!" My dad met us halfway and took our suitcases. "How was the Big Apple?"

"Awesome!" I said, as we walked to the car.

"Yeah," Santana said with a smile. "Uh, Mr. Pierce, is it OK for you to give me a ride?"

My dad turned around and grinned. "Santana, of course it's OK! The more people to help find where I parked the car the better." He winked and turned back around, walking to the car. My dad was the best but had the worst memory ever.

I nudged Santana with my shoulder and smiled. "Do you wanna hang out at my place until your mom comes home?"

"That'd be perfect."

When we go back to my house, my mom and sister were really happy to see and Santana. My sister loved Santana and like, worshiped the ground she walked on. It was kinda cute, but annoying when I wanted Santana all to myself.

"Are you staying for dinner, Santana?" my mom asked.

"Uh, probably not," Santana said, "My mom just texted me and said she'd pick me up once she got off work."

"Well, maybe your mom would like to stay too," my mom said, "I'll call her."

I grabbed Santana's hand. "We'll be in my room."

"Can I come?" Andi asked.

I shook my head. "You're supposed to be helping mom. Besides, we're tired from the plane and are going to take a nap." Before my sister could whine, I dragged Santana up the stairs with me, each of us carrying our suitcase, Santana giggling the whole way.

We finally made it to my room and I dropped my suitcase on the floor and went to the bed and plopped facedown and closed my eyes. "I'm so plane lagged."

I heard Santana laugh and close the door. "Jet lagged, Britt."

"But we were on a plane, not a jet," I mumbled. I felt the bed dip and smiled when I felt and smelled Santana next to me. I loved the perfume she always wore.

"We have like two and a half hours before my mom shows up," Santana said. I felt her brush some of my hair from my face and I smiled bigger. "Did you have fun?"

I opened my eyes and saw her smiling, our faces close. "Yeah. I loved New York. I'm sad we didn't win but at least I got Lord Tubbington a T-shirt."

"He's going to love it," she said, softly, "Did you like those schools you and Rachel visited?"

"Yeah. I really liked them and I think it'd be cool to go there. I wish you'd have gone with us, maybe you could have liked it too."

Santana sighed. "I just couldn't stand to be around Berry for that long. So, umm, are you thinking of moving to New York?"

"Maybe."

"What about the catalog for the school I gave you? The dance program is like, top notch."

She sounded so hopeful that I wanted to tell her I loved the school she suggested, but after finding more information about it, I knew it wasn't for me. "I don't want to dance," I whispered.

Santana looked surprised and sat up. "What? Since when?"

I turned over and sat up too. "I don't know." I shrugged. "I guess since before we quit Cheerios. I was already thinking of quitting even before that canon thing."

"Why didn't you tell me?" She looked upset now and I wish New York Santana would come back. "And why didn't you say anything when I gave you that catalog?"

"I'm telling you now!" I said, "And just because I don't want to dance for a job, doesn't mean we can't go to the same school. And also, you haven't even told me what you want to do so don't get mad at me for not telling you."

She got out of bed and went to her suitcase. "Figures you'd go to New York with Berry since she's your new best friend. Or are you still trying to get in her pants?"

I rolled my eyes and groaned. Here we go again. I don't know what I said, but now she was mad at me. "Whatever, Santana. Just leave and I'll see you in a couple of days." I laid back down and closed my eyes. "I told you, you can stay away from me," I said really softly.

I waited to hear the door open and close but instead I heard her let out a long breath. When I felt the bed dip, I opened my eyes and saw Santana laying down next to me.

"Marketing," she said.

"Huh?"

"That's what I'm thinking of studying," she said, "And Advertising."

"Like making commercials?"

"Yeah, stuff like that."

I turned my body to face her and she did the same. "That's awesome. I wanna be the next Oprah."

She smiled really big and it made her look so pretty. "Are you serious? That's fantastic."

"My show is really popular and I really liked making it so I figure I could, like, have my own show."

"I bet you can."

We stayed looking at each other for a bit before I spoke again. "Are you going to stay then?"

"Yeah, I'm going to stay." She scooted closer and put her arm across my waist, her head just below my chin. "Let's take a nap."

"OK." I was glad she didn't leave this time.

-tbc-