A/N: Today is a special day in my life history…and I needed to write this! Not as long as the last chapter, I think I kinda rushed it, but give me break, it's my first story!

"Brittany!" Santana yelled, running through the hallways of McKinley. "Brit, come here I want to talk to you!" She looked out a window and saw the blonde head in a Cheerios uniform walking swiftly down the block towards her house. Santana jumped in her car and began driving. For a moment she thought about how life changing, even surreal this all was. She caught up to Brittany and rolled down the window. She took a deep breath and said "Brit, get in the car, we need to talk."

Brittany continued walking. She didn't know why she had sung that song,, but she knew she regretted it. She knew she should have just let Santana handle the delicate situation. She wasn't able to look at her beautiful face now, much less talk to her about it. She started running, and Santana continued to hug the curb, until they finally reached the Pierce's home. Brittany sprinted inside and ran into the bathroom and turned the shower on.

Santana came into the house to the sound of the shower running, and Brittany's screams and cries. Each scream broke her heart. Not just a little bit, her heart felt pulverized. It seemed to be days before the shower turned off. Santanas face was wet as her friends. She held her breath as she heard her friend walk from the bathroom to her room, still crying.

Santana calmed herself and looked up at pictures of the Pierce family. She knew Amy's crazy sixth sense had kept her and the little ones out of the house for what was bound to be coming. The picture hanging on the mantle was placed there less than 2 months before. It was of the five Pierce children and (surprise!) their parents. Larry and Monica Pierce were beautiful, like their children. They were workaholics and alcoholics, but they did try sometimes. Little Josiah was a bundle of joy, his smile innocent and charming. Then there was mischievous Matthew, and Mary, who was a dancer like her sister. Of course, Amy was in the middle of the picture. She had been a few months old when Santana had first came home with Brittany. She remembers the smirk she had on her face when she leaned over crib. That smirk she still gave her daily. Of course there was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty too. But she couldn't stand to look at that smile.

Brittany came down the stairs, walking tentatively, as though Santana may be a psycho axe-murder. Hey, you never know. She came down, her hair wet, in her fuzzy rink robe with ducks on the pockets. She sat on the couch silently, an awkward space away from her best friend. Several minutes drifted by, both of them silent.

Then Santana reached over and tucked a stray hair behind Brittany's ear. The blonde remained stiff, so she leaned back.

"Remember the time that you found the knife in the bathroom?" Brittany asked unexpectedly.

"I though you were asleep" Santana whispered. "I wasn't. I heard everything you two said. It shocked me. You never told me. That's why I never asked about the scars. I thought you'd tell me." Brittany said.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want you to be hurt" Santana said, but Brittany shushed her.

"I heard other things when you thought I was asleep." She said, looking down. "You said you were in love with me. A lot"

Santana was shocked. But then she realized that maybe, that's what she had hoped for. She turned to the girl sitting next to her. She held her face, it had no make-up, her face was red and her eyes were puffy. Her hair was damp and messy. She had never looked more beautiful.

"I love you. I'm in love with you, so much, more than I thought possible. And I'm ready to do whatever it takes, ok? I'm not going play games anymore, I love you, and I don't give a shit who knows. I don't care how whipped you get me, I just want to be with you. I know I might get scarred, but I will hold your hand and kiss you so much in the hallway that people get grossed out. And no matter what, there is nothing on the planet that could get me to even think about breaking up with you."

Brittany's eyes were flooding over again, with happiness. They looked at each other smiling, laughing, and crying. They spent the rest of the night reminiscing, and planning for the future. They sang song after song to each other, dancing all around the house. Amy, Mary, Matthew and Josiah came home, and Santana thanked Amy for helping her to realize what she wanted. Amy just smiled, she knew it would have happened eventually, with or without her help.

Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce are now in a relationship.

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Comments:

Amy Pierce: Finally!

Noah Puckerman: hot. I knew this was coming. Have fun. Make sure to invite me sometimes

Rachel Berry: Puck, that is rude and discusting. The Berry family is very happy for you both.

Quinn Fabray: Aww J I knew it.

Kurt Hummel: You should double with me and Blaine!

Brittany Pierce: YAY! Gay bars!

Tina Cohen-Chang: I don't think Santana will be up for that Brit…

Santana Lopez: I'll follow her anywhere J

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A/N: Wow, I liked the facebook style more than I expected! Maybe ill do a facebook story next…

Anyway, I'm not sure if I should write about the relationship going on or not, but I think I will do an epilogue…tell me what you think please! It will make my life better!