A/N: here's another one for you guys! I'm taking all the time I could spend to write the succeeding chapters up right now because school isn't that busy for me yet since it just started. That explains for the fast updates and me, staying up pretty late. hihi. but well, I hope you don't mind 'cos i don't. lol. anyways, thank you, in advance, for those who will favorite, follow and for those who will leave a review :)) The next chapter will be up as soon as I could finish that one up. I hope you'll enjoy this one. btw, I don't own Glee ;)

CHAPTER 8

..."...Santana Lopez is in the Dean's List. SHE. IS. THE. DEAN'S. LIST." Rachel told her...

Her mind seemed to stop working. Those words that came out of Rachel's mouth kept on replaying in her brain. Did she hear it right? "D-dean's List - W-what?!" She stood up from her seat, but sat back down when she noticed people are now staring at them. "That one hell of a terrorist, Santana Marie Lopez, is on the dean's list? Are you being serious right now, Rache?" She asked, still not believing what she just heard.

"Okay. Let me put it this way. Britt, that's why these men, and even the women, in the campus are dying to get her attention. That's also why the women here are well it depend on the three: attracted, jealous or intimidated by her. Aside from that drop-dead gorgeous, breathtaking and goddess-like body of hers, she always receives academic awards, she's an academic awardee! She's one hot smart-ass, Britt. If it's not for the trouble she used to get herself into before, she'd surely be one hell of a competition to her best friend, Quinn Fabray, for the summa cum laude post," she told her. "You really are dead, Britt."

"W-why didn't you tell me this earlier?" Ugh, she wants to smack her head because of her plain stupidity. She's already foreseeing the day where she'll die due to the annoyance and irritation she felt towards the Latina. She even told her that she'll give the brunette the chance. In that case, she'd definitely be with woman everyday.

"Hey! Don't blame this on me. Did you even ask? No, you did not. So don't you blame this on me. You just took off, looked for the woman, and made a deal. You didn't even want me to go with you..." Rachel said while shaking her head.

"I am so dead!"

"Oh. I know, right, darling?" the short brunette said while chuckling.

Ugh. So, now you see what you get from your helter-skelters, Brittany.

"Hi."

The blonde held her chest, stratled, when Santana, the reason why she wasn't able to sleep last night, stood beside her coming from out of nowhere. She can't shake her encounter with Santana Lopez at the gym off of her head, wherein she saw that goddess-like body of hers. Well, it's not the first time she saw a woman's body. She's a woman for pete's sake! But Santana Lopez was an exception. She feels like she's tranced, hypnotized, enchanted and compelled...

"You're overreacting there you know. Do I look like a ghost or a monster? On second thought, nevermind because no, i don't look like a ghost nor i am a monster. Nope. Just hell no! nuh-uh. I look waaaaay better... just way way better," the Lantina ranted but was ghosting a smile on her red plump lips, which the blonde found cute. The brunette was wearing her skin tight short jersey shorts and a matching volleyball jersey shirt. She's wearing a volleyball unifrom. Then again, just like the other day, she found herself staring at the Latina. The arrgance on her face isn't there, she actually seemed like she care-free and relaxed. Then she scolded herself again for staring at the woman.

"W-why do you always do that? You're just popping out of nowhere," she asked as if she's annoyed, but the real thing is, all of her courage must have left her system because she's now more terrified on how her own body will possibly react every time the Latina is around. Even if she haven't experienced having a relationship yet, but she's not that stupid not to know and feel that the brunette is already tearing down her defense with its every bit and she doesn't know if it's lucky or unlucky for her, but she's already starting to feel attracted to the woman. Why did she have to look that sexy when she saw her at the gym? And now, she feels like the brunette ignited and set fire to the sleeping part of her whole being. It's not only her glorious body that caught her attention and slowly tearing her walls apart. It's the fact that this woman was smart, and it matches how deep the woman's whole being was. Well, according to the saying itself, don't judge the book by its cover. Read it first, and you'll be surprised how deep its content is.

"Sorry if I surprised you," she apologized.

She stared at the brunette. That killer smile and the tone in her voice... it just seems so new to her. The smile wherein it's just genuine - no arrongance and smugness can be seen in her features. "I won the deal remember? I want to claim my prize," the brunette said.

The blonde doesn't know how to react with what the brunette said. Her tone is not arrogant nor it's commanding. Lucky for her, the Latina doesn't seem to notice that she's being lost in her thoughts. Why haven't she thought of injecting herself an anti-Santana-'goddess'-Lopez vaccine - well, if there's one. Just like those little vaccines being injected to my cat, Lord Tubbs - it could've worked. Her immune system is getting weaker by the minute and the Lopez virus is already attacking her.

"Watch me play, please. That's all I ask. The only prize I'll ask out of our deal," she added before holding out her hand for the blonde to take. Brittany stared at her disbelievingly. Even the a shadow of his arrogance can't be seen right at that moment, and she even used the word "please". Has she eaten anything for her to act like this? saying sorry, saying please and pleading? "Please," the brunette repeated, slightly pouting her red plump lips and wearing that puppy dog eyes. She seems to be in the mood to act cute right now.

"If I agree to watch your game, I'm already paid for my part in the deal, that's it?" the blonde asked.

She nodded and her dark brown eyes sparkled even more. "Yes, as simple as that. And Britt, I want to apologize. I'm sorry for everything I've done. Just, sorry for my arrogance and I promise you that I won't do it ever again."

She looked at her as if she was looking at an alien and not Santana Marie Lopez. She can't believe what she's hearing from her right now. However, no matter how much she analysed the look and emotion shown on the other woman's face, all she could see is sincerity. It's like everything she's saying and doing right now is coming truly deeply from the heart, especially the apology. "Are you sick, Miss Lopez?" the blonde asked. Well, duh, she's thinking that the brunette must have been sick to ask this way. Is it the end of the world already?

"Yeah, I know it's hard to believe but I'm pretty much serious here, Brittany. Well, if you want, I'd apologize to that four-eyed-nerdy-pants-who-lives-in-the-library-and -thesis-owner guy, if you know who I mean. Anyways, if I only had the power to turn back time, I'd choos to go back to the time we met. I'll make sure I'm on the right track and on the right side so that our first meeting won't turn out the way it did," Santana seriously told her.

OMG! Brittany, you're one dead meat there, kiddo. Why don't you have anything to say? Admit it, the lovely brunette got a point there.

She hesitantly smiled. Did the mighty and powerful Santana Marie Lopez just step down from her skyhigh pedestal? She's being submissive, humble. Who is she anyway to boast and not forgive the brunette? Even if she wanted to find a whole in this whole submission, she couldn't seem to do it. She just can't. "A-apology accepted," she said.

"Thank you so much! So, will you come with me now?" Santana.

All she could do was nod. She didn't have the time to protest when the brunette took all the books she was holding and carried it for her, and the brunette took the blondes hand in hers and laced their fingers together. All of the people in the gym gave them their attention, particularly their held hands. She slowly pulled her hands, but Santana doesn't seem to plan on letting her go. The blonde felt her cheeks getting warm and a blush creeping up. They really looked like they're girlfriends in that situation. The brunette brought her to a seat and got to let go of her hand.

"Will you be okay here? Do you want drinks? water, juice, food?" Santana asked fondly and sweetly as she sat beside her.

Ah... This is just a dream. All of this is just a dream, just a dream. the blonde tried to pinch herslef, maybe she'd wake up from this wonderful dream but she winced when she felt the pian where she pinched herslef. She might or might not have pinched herself that hard. Amusement can be seen in Santana's face when the brunette saw what she did, but she didn't say anything apart from her amused reaction. Brittany assured her that she's okay so that the brunette would just leave her already for her to tame her wild and crazy racing heart right now. But she totally doubts if her heart would still be able to turn back to its normal state. It's like her heart is already following the different but distinct rhythm of someone else's heart.