Chapter 17

You love me, don't you? / You love me, don't you agree? / No need to blush my love is certified and guaranteed

"So, can we talk?" Santana walked up to Brittany at her locker.

"Yeah, I've been meaning to talk to you…"

"About that song you sang to me in Glee Club…"

"Yeah…"

"Was that your way of saying that…"

"I love you? Yes."

"So, what does this mean for us?"

Brittany shrugged, "I just thought it needed to be said…"

"Did you mean it?"

"Of course I did, I never say things I don't mean."

"So, you and Artie?"

"Taking a break so I can understand everything…You and Mandy?"

"Same." Santana leaned against a locker, "Things used to be so much easier before the feelings and crap."

"But everything is better with feelings…"

"I'm not so sure." Santana turned to face Brittany, "Don't get me wrong, I love you and everything about you. You make everything so much better. But this school, these labels…"

"I thought you weren't interested in labels unless they came from something you stole?"

"I'm not…But they're going to label me, Brittany. They're going to label me as gay, lesbian, dyke, whatever word they can find that'll hurt me and…"

"But does it hurt you?"

"I mean…"

"And think about me, you're not alone in the label thing." Brittany closed her locker and sighed, "We're together in this situation Santana. Though you've been through more than I have, we're still going to go through the same drama, the same tests…Oh my, hope we don't have to study…"

Santana smiled and pulled out her pinky and held it out to Brittany.

"Since we're going through everything together, we might as well be there to support each other."

Brittany took her pinky and smiled.

"Might as well."

"But, Brittany I don't want to be your friend. I…I don't know…Being your friend just…"

Santana couldn't finish her sentence because Brittany had kissed her right there. In the hallway with everyone staring and watching, with all the whispers and pointing, Brittany had done something Santana didn't have the guts to do. Prove her love for someone and not care what others thought.

When Brittany released her lips from Santana she smiled and looked at the many faces that were looking at them.

"Don't worry about them." Brittany said, "Just look at me. I'm the only thing you need to worry about, just me."

Santana smiled at her as they began to walk down the hallways were stares, pointing fingers, and whispers erupted the halls. But Santana couldn't careless, she had her girl, she had Brittany and nothing else mattered.

I know this will hurt / I know this will be rough / But remember it all started with one touch

The End :)