A/N: So here's another chapter for you guys. Again, thank you so much for your positive reviews about the fic. I totally appreciate them. It gives me the great vibe :) and oh, as well as the views, the favorites and the follows. All of you are awesome. Thank you so much! So, enjoy the new chapter! and feel free to drop a review if you want. (Glee is not mine. I hope it is but it's not. lol)

CHAPTER 7

...Why is she noticing a lot of things with this woman lately? She just let it go with a shrug and just started eating...

"Hey, Sam. Can you please -" she stopped in the middle of her sentence and was confused when Sam avoided her. Sam Evans was her classmate in Psychology. The turned her gaze and looked around the room, wondering. She's been notcing it since earlier that day that every time she attempts to approach or talk to someone, they would either avoid her or walk away from her. She can't take it anymore. She pulled Rachel's arm and dragged her at the corner of the room. "Okay. Spill it, Rachel. Tell me what the hell is going on here."

Rachel's brow arched. "Britt, you just got branded."

The blonde started to massage her temple with her fingers while her other hand settled on her hip. "Wait, what?" she asked getting more confused. "Pardon me? Branded... what am i? a product being sold at a grocery store for me to be branded? Is this some kind of a joke?" This is ridiculous.

"No... Well, you see, it's like this. All of our classmates, boys and girls alike... just ALL of them, were let's just say, threatened by you little miss girlfriend. She told them not talk to you nor to come near you, which is really possessive of her by the way. It's just like you have this giant invisible sign on your forehead saying 'Lopez's Girl'. If it's not invisible, then it would probably have blinking neon lights, pointing arrows, and big letters just like those broadway signs," Rachel explained.

Her eyes went wide upon hearing what Rachel said. "What?! Rache, you do know that she's not my girlfriend!" She massaged her forehead before she could control herself that made Rachel chuckle.

"Well, what could I say, that's what Santana Lopez said. Well, infact, do you know that this is the first she's ever done this kind of thing? Like, the first time ever, Brittany."

She frowned. "Then what about them? Why do they look like dogs following orders from their master?" She asked, pointing the guys inside the room. She lost her respect for those guys if they could just easily be bossed around by one Santana Lopez. Let alone she's a woman for pete's sake!

"Well my dear friend, you don't know who Santana Marie Lopez is. Others could just either walk the walk or talk the talk. When it comes to this woman, it's pretty crazy especially for her size and all... she's like small and short, you know... well, I'm not saying that I'm not because well, I'm short too. But anyways, back to Miss Lopez, she definitely walks the talk, darling!" said Rachel.

"Woah, no. This woman really is testing me." She stood up and marched towards the door of the room.

"Britt! Hey, Britt! And where do you think you're going? Our prof -"

"Stay there and don't you follow me, Rachel. I'll face that woman and confront her." She took long strides passing the hallway, blue cat-like eyes were narrowed. Then she saw one of the friends of the brunette - Mike Chang. "Where the hell is that woman?! Where the hell is Lopez?"

"Woah!" exclaimed the schocked guy.

"Where?" asked Brittany.

"Gym," Mike answered. He even seemed excited for what ws about to happen.

Brittany was almost panting the moment she reached the gym. Then there, she saw who's she looking for. But the moment she saw the Latina, she was caught dead on her tracks, her jaw almost dropped on the floor. The brunette was only wearing her black sports bra and tight PE short shorts. .GOD! That's one hell of a body! She has toned biceps, legs and thighs... and damn! She has taut abs. ABS I SAY! A-B-S! and ooh, that ass and those full round pair of twins. oh god. I'm not drooling now, am I? Oh, wait... she shook her head from side to side and scolded herself. What the hell are you thinking, Brittany S. Pierce? Huh? You're here to talk to that woman and not drool on that one hell of a body that looks like it's owned by a goddess with all the muscles, smooth skin and ah... just pure beauty and perfection. Why does is seem like I wanted to just stare at that woman? Can't blame myself though. She's totally breathtaking... Okay, I should stop myself right there before I literally drool.

But she just can't seem to take her eyes off that Latina goddess. Her feet seemed to be nailed on the floor and she can't move them even an inch. She was like compelled and enchanted just by looking at her. She was definitely a hot piece of ass. Well, I mean, look at that! That's a body of a goddess! I know, I know... I've said that in about a milling times already. She was sweating, and her hair was a bit wet from sweat which just adds to her appeal.

"Hi, babe! What are you doing here? the brunette asked, smiling, the moment she saw her.

Uh, what did she just say? Oh god. She smells so good. she smells like strawberry-vanilla... wait, is it strawberry or cherry? Nevermind. She just smells so good, it makes me melt. She doesn't even smell like sweat. How could she do that? Magic perfrume?

"Hello... You there, babe?"

She was snapped out of her deep thought. She just noticed right then that she was already in front of the brunette. How long has she been there? Why didn't she even notice it? Oh, yeah. I was staring.

"H-huh?" she inwardly scolded herself for not being herself right now. But no matter what does, the wild and crazy beating of her racing heart won't disappear. It feels like her heart wants to rip her chest open and jump right out of it.

"I hope I passed," Santana.

Her cheeks turned beet red and the tips of her ears turned pink. "Jerk!" She was aiming to slap her but th brunette quickly aboided it.

"Well, what brings you here?" she Latina took a couple of steps closer until they were only inches apart left between them. "Have you already realized that you like me, too? hmm?" Santana asked with a matching sickeningly sweet smile plastered on her face.

"Hell, no! You're not the type of person I'd love!" she snarled. She was trying to bring back the courage that she had in her chest before she confronted the woman but it just seemed to burst like a bubble into thin air when she saw her body. The Latina's body was like a work of art; chiseled to perfection. It's not only her gorgeouse looks that she could flaunt, but whew! her body could do it all. But then the playful smirk of those plump lips disappeared and her eyes became elusive. "When will you ever stop messing with me? There's a lot of women out there, Lopez. So stop messing with me."

The brunette let out a sigh. "Will you at least try to get to know me first, Britt-Britt? You'll eventually see that I'm far different from what you've heard about me," she said in a soft tone.

"Different? You're nothing but a... a -" she stopped herself before she could say anything that she would regret later on. She's almost crossing the line and letting herself to be get carried by her emotions again. "Okay then, I want us to make a deal."

"What deal? I don't accept deals with others. I make the rules." The Latina said.

She took a deep breath and focused her eyes on the woman's face. She's oh so gorgeous. She tries really hard not to look at those abs, she doesn;t want to lose her control. "Our midterm grades are about to be released any day soon. If your grades are higher than mine, then okay, I will allow myself to get to know you better. But if it's otherwise, you must leave me alone. Deal?" She's that courageous enough to challenge others when it comes to grades. She's studying pretty hard and her grades are indeed doing well. While this woman, she's sure that the brunette isn't that interested when it comes to her studies.

"Is there no other way, Britt?" the brunette asked.

Well, I think I'm right. Santana Lopez doesn't like academics. She's now sure of her victory. If that's the case, she's about to get rid of the woman already. She smiled. "That's the only way. Take it or leave it!" she said with her head held high.

The blonde's smile slowly disappeared when Santana looked at her and she seemed like she isn't even bothered about the deal, like not the slightest bit. "Very well then, you've got yourself a deal, babe," she said before she quickly kissed the blonde's cheek. She turned around, ran towards the court and continued playing with the ball - volleyball. All she did was follow the brunette with her eyes with her mouth slightly open. Her hand touched the part of her cheek where the Latina planted her kiss before she even realized she was doing it. After snapping out of her daze, she got out of the gym immediately. It startled her when she saw the brunette's friends, wide toothy grins plastered on their faces while looking at her.

Brittany and Rachel were having their lunch when the blonde decided to tell Rachel about what happened at the gym.

"Really, Britt? Would you care explaining to me what came into your mind to make a deal like that with Santana Lopez?" Rachel asked, her eyes wide. She dragged her chair closer to the blonde.

"I know I have good grades, Rache," Brittany said confidently.

"Woah. You don't know what you got yourself into, darling. How can you even make a deal with a Business Management student?" the short brunette said while shaking her head.

The bloned raised her eyebrow. "Then? So what if she's taking Business Management as her course?" Well, it seemed like all those richie kids takes that course anyway.

"Oh Brittany. She's taking up business management - BUSINESS. MANAGEMENT. - which totally makes her a business woman. Britt, a businesswoman will not accept a deal unless she has so much to gain from it!"

It got the other woman thinking. "Hmmm... Okay, you have a point there, Rache," she said while nodding her head. Then, she remembered what Santana said - that she doesn't make deals with others. Then why did the brunette accpet her deal? Is it probably because she knows that she's going to win this deal?

"Oh, wow. You're really in trouble, Britt... big trouble," said Rachel.

"And why is that? Rache, I'm confident with my grades. So don't worry, okay?" She doesn't undrstand why her friends overreacting while her, well, she doesn't really mind.

"Oh yeah, sure you are. I know that in all circumstances that there is no doubt that your grades are totally high. But well, here's what the real problem is, Britt. The problem is that, the one you just challenged, she's in the dean's list. Santana Lopez is in the Dean's List. SHE. IS. THE. DEAN'S. LIST." Rachel told her.