A/N: Okay, so most of the story will be written third person, in italics. That's when the story will be being told. When I return to normal that's dipping back into the present, I wasn't going to do that but for the M rated parts, I would have to do it slightly different as Sugar wouldn't be old about that. The story will be told in different settings and it will continue to dip back into the present every now and then. Please review and let me know what you're thinking of it. Also, Elliot will be featured as if he went to McKinley.
Santana sighed as she walked through the doors of William McKinley on a brisk Monday morning. The first thing she saw as she entered through the double doors were her friends, laughing together in a group, and then she saw her. Sparkling blue eyes locked with her gaze, and a beaming smile came to meet hers.
"Sanny!" The girl exclaimed as Santana edged her way closer to the group, trying and failing to conceal her smile. Before Santana responded to her best friend she was wrapped up into the embrace of her strong arms. She snaked her arms around the girl's waist and smiled into the hug. Best friend. Brittany was Santana's best friend, most of the time she felt like her only friend. She loved seeing her laugh, she loved seeing the way he face lit up when her smile beamed. She loved it even more when she was the cause of that smile, and most of the time, she was.
"Britt." Santana sighed as she held Brittany tight for a second before letting go. It took her a second to snap out of her moment with Brittany, when she was with her she had this strange effect on her. I was like the world crashed down around them, and they were the only thing that mattered to each other.
"Hi San." Elliot smiled, with one of her arms protectively on Kurt's shoulder.
"Hi guys." Santana smiled. Her friends were a little shocked at how happy she was at this time, hell she was, but how could she not be when she was greeted like that, and have had the weekend that she did.
Brittany engaged in conversation with the group, she was in deep discussion with Mike about a dance number they were doing for Glee club. God, Santana loved watching her dance. It was her moment, she was nothing but herself, she let go and expressed herself. She was doing what she loved and she looked amazing doing it, too. Santana let her gaze wander over Brittany's body, she took in Brittany's toned legs under her short skirt and smirked a little.
As the bell rang everyone hurried off to their classes, leaving Brittany and Santana alone. Brittany leant against her locker and watched Santana as she ordered her books and supplies.
"Why are you watching me?" Santana asked, not diverting her gaze from her task.
"I like to look at you." Brittany said shyly. "You're very pretty."
Santana instantly felt the warmth in her cheeks and glanced to the floor. Brittany smirked, she knew she made Santana nervous. She always had and she had no idea why, ever since they first met Santana seemed to have a soft spot for her. She was kind of mean to other people, but never Brittany. She stood up for Brittany, there were countless times where someone had called her names or was unkind to her and Santana went all Lima Heights.
"What are you doing tonight?" Brittany asked innocently.
"Not sure." Santana said as she closed her locker slowly, she never slammed it, Brittany didn't like loud noises. "Why?"
"Can we like go out?" Brittany asked. This was different, and Santana looked slightly shocked. They usually went to each other's houses, and the same thing happened eventually. It wasn't just about that though. Never the less it was a given. Santana blinked a little and looked up at Brittany's hopeful face, and her expression instantly softened.
"Erm, what do you mean go out, Britt?" She asked.
"Like a date." Brittany said firmly, still with that smile across her face.
"Britt, we're not, I'm not-"Santana stammered. She couldn't hurt Brittany's feelings but she couldn't do this. She wasn't ready to do this.
"Please." Brittany said. "I know we're not dating, but we could be."
"Brittany, you know we couldn't." Santana protested. She could see Brittany's face drop before her, she hated herself from the instant the grin left her face. She never wanted to hurt Brittany, she wanted to fight for her. Help her. Wrap her up in her arms forever so she doesn't have to face the cruel world by herself. That's what she wanted, that's all she wanted.
"I don't see why not." She murmured while scuffing her shoes against the floor and looking down.
Great. Good job, Santana. She's hurt. Santana thought to herself. Santana reached out and rested her hand on Brittany's forearm.
"Look, Britt-Britt." She began. "Please don't be upset about this, I just- I just can't talk about this now, okay?"
Brittany just nodded. Santana lifted the girls chin up a little with her finger.
"Hey. Don't be sad, please." She begged and reached out for Brittany's pinkie finger. Brittany smiled quickly and linked pinkies with Santana. Santana's face softened and she held Brittany's pinkie tight in hers. She loved having Brittany close, even if it wasn't as close as she would like. She was still close to her. She loved touching her, even just little touches like this. Even though they weren't 'dating' or whatever you wanted to label it, Santana knew that deep down Brittany was hers, and she was Brittany's, and she knew she always would be. She never really thought much into it but if she did imagine the future, Brittany was there. Everywhere she turned, Brittany was here. Every corner of her mind, ever book she read, every song she heard, there was piece of Brittany within it. She liked that. She was thankful for Brittany. She was her only light in the world, and she shone brighter than the sun.
"San?" Brittany said snapping the Latina out of her thoughts.
"Yeah?" Santana smiled.
"One day, though?" Brittany smiled.
"Yeah Britt. One day."