Author's note: Okay, I couldn't wait a week to upload this! I got the idea last night then skipped some award cermony for the honor roll students (I'm not that smart) and finished the story in the middle of the mall. Tell me whatcha think! Love ya guy's and gals! But I have a question for you readers! and I hope that you reply.

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"What?" I turn the volume down on my stereo as Blaine gets into the car.
"Don't what me. You fucken know what. You're my best friend, and I happen to be dating the best friend of your soul mate. You know what I found out?"
"Calm down, you don't fucken need to swear. And what is she telling porcelain?"
"Don't tell me to calm down. For fuck sakes Santana, I love you, you're my best friend. But sometime's you act as if you're a child scared of taking chances."
"Maybe I am a child."
"Maybe you fucken are. God dammit, why did you tell Brittany it was a mistake, that you don't have any feelings for her? How where you even capable of telling such a horrid lie?"

"I told her the truth. End of story. Now are you here for a particular reason or are you just going to yell at me?"

"This is the reason. Santana Lopez, you're almost an adult and you still need me to hold your hand? Do you need me to tell you step by step what to do?"
"Maybe you do! For fuck sakes Blaine, I don't fucken know what I'm doing! I don't even fucken know why I am saying certain things! But whoop-dee-fucken-doo I said them and I'm not going to take them back!"
"To hell you are. For god's sake. Nobody actually knows what their doing! They just go with what feels right. They don't lie to their soul mate, who actually does that? Like ser-"

"I guess I do."
"Ha. So you admit that you lied."
"Of course I fucken do you curly haired hobbit!"
"First of all, I'm pissed at you, you can't insult me. Second, never mock my flawless hair. Third of all. Don't call my boyfriend porcelain, or next time I will slap you."
"Oh I'm so scared. Are we done here? I would rather be in here alone."
"We are not fucken done! For god's sake! Are you not listening to me? Hell are you even listening to yourself? One minute you're hating the next you guilty!" I stair straight ahead, avoiding eye contact hoping that Blaine will get tired of this and just leave.
"You can't avoid everything in life." Wtf? "You can't avoid fate; you won't avoid me now, because I am staying here until you tell me exactly why you lied to Brittany." His voice had softened as he spoke.

An uncomfortable silence fall's between us; you can talk to him. No. why not? Because he knows enough about my life, I'm not going to always break and gush my whole heart and soul out to him. Why not? Because I feel too exposed. So you won't trust in one of your best friends, the person who understands you the best- but he doesn't, if he did then he- he only cares about you. So? Santana, you love her, your scared and you don't like being open; but you need to be open with someone, or else I will be here and I will never leave. I like you, you keep secrets, you won't mock me, and you won't pelt me with food items. Neither will Blaine. You sure? Has he done it yet? I guess not, but still- No. no 'but still' just trust him. Fuck you and don't say what I know you're going to say. Santana. I sigh before turning to Blaine; a curl of hair falls into his eyes but I can clearly read the disappointment and patience in his deep brown eyes.
"Well?"
"Fine."
"Fine what?"
"I'll tell you ok?"
"Ok."
"I'm scared-"
"Of what?"
"Let me finish! I'm scared, I have all these feelings and I don't know what to do with them. I'm scared of a repeat of what happened before. I'm scared to tell someone that I- well- you know-like them. I'd prefer to hide in a shell of protectiveness, a shell that makes everyone fear me, not question anything about me." My eyes fall to my lap; my fingers lace in and out with each other. I hear Blaine take a breath, part of me believes he's going to start laughing and telling me that I'm being a baby but the other part of me; a small part; whispers he'll understand, everything will be ok. He's your friend.
"Santana." My breath catches, unsure of his next words. "You don't need a protective shell; you don't need to worry about what everyone thinks. You don't need to worry, hell your best friend's are gay and lesbian! Do you think we'll let anyone do that to you without them getting a good old fashion ass kick'n?"

"You sure?" I bat my eye lashes at him, feeling the need to emphasize a sign of innocence.
"I promise" Blaine purred earning him a full hearted laugh. Good job.

"Now that that's over with, you must come with me and apologize."

"Wait, say what now? Why are we moving so quickly?"

"Because, you're finally growing up. But I'm still here to hold your hand, because everyone needs someone to hold them when their facing a fear."
"Thanks Blaine."
"Let's go beeeeeeeeee-otch"
"Really?"
"Yes."

Blaine led me into the school's choir room; a group of kids huddled around Brittany, trying to give her reassurance, the only people I knew where Kurt and Rachel, then there was an Asian girl, a few guys from the football team and some really tall chubby guy. I look at Blaine; his eye's set and a compassionate look was all that you could read. What am I going to do? What do the expect me to do? Am I suppose to go up to her and be like 'I'm sorry, I love you that's go have lesbian sex until we die'? No Santana, just follow your heart. My heart say's to drop to my knees and beg for her to forgive me, for her to love me. Then do that! I'm not going to make a fool of myself; I have too much pride for that. Fine, then you're on your own. But- follow Blaine, you already look like a freak standing in the doorway by yourself. I feel my leg's start to move; feeling like I'm in a dream; I make my way to the little group who parted slightly so Brittany could see me. I wasn't prepared for the sight that I now see before me, her eye's where puffy as tear stained, her usually sunshine hair looked tainted with grey, and her usual happy persona was gone and replaced with a foreign emotion that wasn't Brittany.

"Hey" Really? That's the best you can do after you practically destroyed your soul mate? Her eye's drop to the ground avoiding me now.
"Are you here to hurt poor Brittany anymore? Because I think you've done enough Santana. I recommend you just leave it as it is."

"Fuck off man-hand's. I need to talk to her."
"Why? You have no purpose of being here." The Asian girl stated. What's her name again she's dating Mike, um Tina! That's it. Fucken Asian. But she is correct, I have no purpose of being here, I should just leave. No, show them what you've been hiding from the world. But- grow the fuck up Santana or else you're going to lose Brittany. I let out my breath, realizing I've been holding it sense I entered the damn choir room.

"I do have a purpose." I state firmly, looking only at Brittany. "My purpose is to apologize, to try and make amends with someone who I'd die for. Someone I lied to because I was lost but now I'm found and realized I've fucked up." The room grew uncomfortably quiet, and I take advantage before whatever Rachel is thinking of is spoken.

"Please, can I speak with my soul mate alone?" Almost everyone's jaw drop's as I pull off my glove revealing my palm. Blaine took control of the situation, grabbing Kurt and Rachel and pulling them out, the other's started to follow. Now I find my self in a semi-empty room; all that's left is furniture, a piano, Brittany and me.

"So now I'm your soul mate? What changed your mind?" Brittany sniffed, still looking down at her lap.

"Some one told me to grow up."

"Oh." After a few seconds of silence, I decided to make the first move.

"I'm sorry; I was a bitch to you. I still am I bitch, but I want to change; I want to change for you."

"That's nice. But why should I forgive you?"

"Because we are soul mates. Because I'm sorry for all that I did. Because I- you know"

"No I don't know, now it's my turn to be the bitch! Santana, you say you're sorry for all you did but we had fun on Friday night, are you sorry for that? Or are you sorry for leaving me alone in the morning? Do you think that just because you say you sorry we should act as if nothing earlier happened!" Brittany jumped to her feet so she is now looking down on me, her breath is heavy and her still was crying. Think Santana. This is the real deal, you can't run now.

"No I don't expect things to go like that, I expect us to be able to accept my stupidity and hopefully put it behind us; and then I was expecting us to be able to walk out of this dump whole holding hands. I expect us to move on."

"So now what? Because we have completely different expectations of how this will end."

"Then let's just talk, and see how it goes." I sit down in a chair and pat the one beside me, hoping Brittany would accept it.

"Fine. But I'm not really Persian."

"Persian?"
"Yeah, you won't be able to get me to change my mind easy."

"Oh, persuasive. Well, neither am I. So we are going to have to stay here until something is concluded."

"Fine."

"Fine!" Keep the conversation going Santana. "Do you-um like music?"

"Yeah, that's why I'm glee club. I think you should join!" Her voice growing happier as each word came out.

"Why would I do that?"

"Dauh, you're an awesome singer, and your dance moves will defiantly win us nationals!"

"When have you heard me sing? And drunken singing or drunken dancing does not count."

"Then show me you're sober singing, and I'll show you my dancing."

"You like to dance?" I'm not surprised, the tight muscles around her arms, legs and her abs indicated she did some kind of hard core exercise.

"I've been dancing sense I was 14 months old, and started competing when I was 4. Now pick a song."

"Wow you're invincible, alright, oldies, Disney or radio?"
"Oh my god, you like Disney! Can we do Disney, oh please oh please!" Brittany begged me, pulling on my hand to add emphasis to her excitement. Anyone up for some Hercules?

"Okay Brit-Brit."

"Brad! Come here we want to sing a song." A random old guy comes out and sit's at the piano.

"Um-?"

"He's like furniture and he's where ever you need him to be, what song?"

"It's a surprise." Brittany squeal's and jump's up and down; I walk over to the Brad guy and whisper a song in his ear, he nod's and start's to play a short intro giving me time to remember the words.

If there's a prize for rotten judgment,
I guess I've already won that.
No man is worth the aggravation,
that's ancient history, been there done that!

I stand in the centre of the room as Brittany does some simple swift movements around me; whipping her hair over her shoulder while snapping her hip's side to side. Joining in for the background singer's.

Who'd'ya think you're kiddin'
He's the Earth and heaven to you
Try to keep it hidden
Honey, we can see right through you

Oh no

Girl, ya can't conceal it
We know how ya feel and
Who you're thinking of

Brittany started to giggle, absolute perfection. She crawled towards me on the ground as I put my hand out; waiting for her to take it

No chance, no way
I won't say it, no, no

Stopping my feet to add emphasis on the no's Brittany shoots me a fake hurt look.
"Yes you will!" Brittany giggle's; that's not part of the song, I think. I'll just do my part!

It's too cliché
I won't say I'm in love

"Give up! You will, and you have!" Brittany pull's me to the chair as I skip ahead in the song; somehow Brad has been keeping up with us.

You're way off base
I won't say it
Get off my case
I won't say it

Oh
At least out loud,
I won't say I'm in love

The music end's; I find myself looking at Brittany, my eyes start moving down to her lips. No, we where just fighting. But gosh her lips look delicious. Like waves on a tropical shore. Leaning in I plant a soft kiss on her lips; Oo her lips are delicious. I try to lean deeper into the kiss, my hand's reaching up and under her soft blond hair; I feel tingles all over as her hands rub up and down on my thighs. More than just my palm is burning now.

"Will you say it now?" Brittany purr's into my ear.

"I think I'm in love." I breath, unable to control myself of the lack of air.

"Good." Suddenly I'm left alone sitting on the chairs; Brittany moved to the door, back arched with her shoulders on the door frame. Her hand's grab the frame above her head as she eyed me seductively. Holy shit.

"See you later Sanny, I'm sorry but we aren't going to leave the way you wanted us to." And I was alone.

"Holy shit. Did that actually happen?" I ask out loud, touching my lips with the ends of my fingertips.

I do not own the song btw. I Won't Say I'm in Love from Hurcules. It came on randomly on my Iod and I was like YES!