Recap: Before I knew what was happening, she grabbed the back of my head, dragging my lips to hers.

The minute our lips touched, I stiffened for a second before melting into her, lost in the sensation of the kiss as my eyes fluttered shut. Dimly in the back of my mind I was aware of everyone else going silent, but was too distracted to pay it much mind. Slowly, almost shyly, she nipped at my lower lip, trying to coax me into responding. I nipped back, allowing myself to move my lips carefully against hers. When she finally released me I was flushed and panting slightly.

"Whoa." That was Mercedes. With that one word, the universe crashed back around me. And I didn't like what I saw.

"How dare you!" I hissed, my eyes narrowing. How could she do this to me? How could she steal something so special from me, regardless of how it made me feel. So fast it seemed almost unreal, I rose my hand and slapped her, so hard her head snapped completely to one side and her dark cheek was already turning red. With not a word to anyone, I spun and left the choir room, sprinting for the nearest exit to the school, my phone already to my ear. As soon as the line clicked, I started talking. "Blaine? Can you come get me?" I asked, my voice shaking with too many emotions to even name. "I need some serious big brother time."

Santana POV

Holy hell. How was it possible that someone as small as her could hit that hard? I place my hand to my cheek, feeling the pain radiate through it.

"San, why did you kiss Ama?" Brit asked, her brows scrunched up. She had a faint expression of hurt on her face, which instantly made me feel guilty. How could I do that in front of her? Even though she didn't want to date me, I knew she still loved me.

"Um, well, I just felt like it." I muttered, too aware of the others staring intently at me. Truth was, I was attracted to her in more ways than one, but I'd be damned if I said that in front of everyone else. Seeing Amaranth dance around like that, looking so carefree and happy had just made me want to hold her close and kiss the breathe out of her, which, with my lack of better judgment, I did.

"I think you hurt her feelings, San." Brit said softly, her big eyes looking at me sympathetically. "You should go apologize. She looked pretty upset."

"Yeah." Artie chimed in. "Her exit was even more dramatic than Rachel's are."

As Rachel huffed and launched into one of her irritating lectures with too many big words to handle, I slid out of the room, hurrying down the hallway, searching for the familiar head of tricolored hair. Just as I walked out of the school, I saw her disappearing into a black car, which sped off out of the parking lot. "I majorly fucked up."

Normal POV

"So, what happened." Blaine asked, tapping on the steering wheel along to the beat of 'For Good' from Wicked, which was playing smoothly through the speakers. Thankfully, he'd had the foresight to drop Kurt off at home before coming to get me. Don't get me wrong, I love Kurt to bits, but sometimes I just needed my big brother.

"Santana kissed me today." I mumbled, staring down at my hands before glancing up at Blaine, who looked a bit lost.

"Okay…" He said, drawing out the word. "And?"

"And after we stopped, I slapped her. Really hard." I admitted, blushing flushing bright red.

Blaine slowed the car a bit and turned to look at me as he parked outside the Lima Bean. "You what?"

"I slapped her."

Now he looked completely lost. "Why?"

This was the part I was dreading. "Because it was my first kiss, and she just took it away from me. First kisses are special. She had no right!" I told him, becoming upset all over again as we walked inside. After getting our drinks and grabbing a table, Blaine turned to me seriously.

"Amaranth, I know you. This is upsetting more than it should. Why?" Damn my big brother for knowing me so well.

"I just, I don't know." I said helplessly, sipping at my caramel macchiato. "I mean, she's just so confusing! After I got slushied this morning she was so nice and helped me out, even fixing my shirt and getting the slushie out of my hair, and then she's all hardcore bitch again, then she hugged me, and we were dancing, and the kiss, and, and…. Ugh!"

Blaine was staring at me with his jaw around his ankles. "Okay, slow down and tell me everything. Start with getting slushied." I calmed down enough to tell him the sordid tale from getting covered in artificial cherry, all the way to slapping Santana and calling him. "Well, you certainly had an interesting day." He said lightly, patting my hand. "Now why don't you tell why exactly this is bothering you as much as it is?"

I frowned, tapping at the tabletop before sighing and meeting his gaze. "Well, I just don't know what to think of her. She doesn't know I'm Bi, so she can't have thought that kissing me would've been okay in that respect, plus there's the fact we've only known each other for a week, and we're not even that close. Then there's the fact that she's so bipolar, what with her being nice in private, then turning on the bitch switch whenever she's in public." I furrowed my brows, sighing tiredly. "She wears me out."

"Do you like her?"

My brother's question made me freeze like a deer caught in the headlights. "Wh-what?"

"Do you like her? It seems like it." He stated, leveling his gaze on me. I knew I couldn't fib my way out of this one.

"I… think she's attractive, yes." I said, wording my answer carefully. "In all honesty, I don't know her well enough to truly be interested in her, but I suppose you could say I find her interesting." Blaine rolled his eyes, seeing right through me. "Okay, fine. Yes, I like her, but I will not do a damned thing about it. It's too soon to be thinking about relationships and stuff. I want to focus on glee and school."

Blaine sighed, patting my hand yet again. "Well, all I can say is that you should do whatever makes you happy, whether that involves Santana or not is up to you. I just want what's best for you, baby sister." He said softly.

We chatted lightly about the going-ons at our respective schools while we finished our coffee's, then got into his car and drove back to the Hummel's, where we retreated to my room along with Kurt.

"So, Amaranth, what are you going to be for Halloween?" Kurt asked, flipping through the latest issue of Vogue on my bed.

I considered the question from my spot at my desk where I was painting my nails. "Don't really know." I confessed, thinking of the holiday that was only two weeks away. "But I know what I'm going to be for the week leading up to it."

Kurt glanced up at me, obviously confused. "What?"

As I burst into laughter, Blaine was quicker to explain. "My sister and I started a tradition after we read the first Harry Potter book when we were younger that we would dress up as our favorite characters the week before Halloween, but since she had more than one, she usually does a different one every day. Makes all her own costumes too."

Kurt looked extremely impressed. "Really?"

"Well, I don't make them by hand, but I go to vintage shops, buy specialty items online (I have a scarf and robes for every house), get wigs…" I explained, blushing. "Halloween is my favorite holiday."

"That's really cool." Kurt said. "Very creative. Have you gotten all the stuff for your outfits yet?"

I shrugged, blowing at my nails. "Not quite. I have some stuff I ordered being delivered here in the next couple of days, and I have to hunt down a couple of items, but other than that, yes." Being careful, I picked up the polish and started in on the other hand.

A few hours later I found myself at my desk, minus Kurt and Blaine on my bed, working on homework for math with some classical music playing quietly in the background. I hate math, with a passion. I'm terrible at it, usually scraping by with a low C.

"Amaranth?" At Finn's timid question, I spun my chair around to look at him, nerd glasses on and pen in hand. "Oh, if you're busy I can leave."

"No no, it's fine." I assured him, smiling slightly., "It's just math, and I'm on the last few problems anyways. What's up?"

He looked awkward, which was normal for him, but this time there was a little more to it. "Well, Rachel wants me to do a duet with her for glee and she's at ballet and I need to practice it and I was hoping you'd maybe sing it with me?" Now the awkwardness made sense.

"Finn…" I trailed off, sighing. "What's the duet?"

"Follow Me Down by 3OH!3 and Neon Hitch." He said.

I raised my eyebrow, shocked. I knew that song front to back, of course, but still. "Rachel picked that song? Seriously?" It was a far cry from her usual repertoire of Broadway hits. "Well, lets get this over with then." I sighed, pulling myself up from my chair. At least it wasn't a very personal song.

Crappy cliffie, I know. :( It had to be there though, or else. Anyone else think the song choice is odd? I want your thoughts! FOUR reviews please. Right now! I'd also like to know some of the pairings you wanna see!

Elena Bearysmart - You got your wish! How'd ya like that slap? And I told you the song was out there.

PhantomGroupie91 - You got your wish as well! Sweet little smooch.

MRSDARRENCRISS589 - Here ya go!