Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews : ). Okay I know I have uploaded within 24 hours, but I'm sorry to say that this won't always happen. Life is busy and I'll do the best I can to not go longer than three days without uploading. I hope everyone enjoys this new chapter. I'll do one chapter in Santana's POV and the next in Brittany's POV, just to keep things interesting.

Flashbacks are italicized.

Anyways ENJOY!

Chapter Two

Brittany's POV:

Everything that I did I did for her. Keeping our friends with benefits a secret was for her. Going out with random guys was for her. Even dating Kurt and Artie was for her. I really did have an attraction to Artie, but he wasn't her. Santana. She is all I have ever wanted. I've been in love with her since the seventh grade. Towards others she can be a real bitch, but with me she's the nicest person I know.

When our whole sleeping together thing started I knew she felt something towards me other than friendship. But she never did admit to it, which was a shame. I started dating Artie to make her jealous; to make her realize I wouldn't wait forever for her, but the truth is I would wait an eternity for Santana. That's why I broke things off with Artie. I just couldn't do that to the poor guy. Santana is the reason why I've done what I've done.

At the end of junior year, I decided I wanted Santana back, but I needed her to be proud to be with me. Let's be honest I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. All I have going for me is dance and that's because I absolutely love it, almost as much as I love Santana. After breaking up with Artie, I sat down with my mom that evening.

"Mom, can we talk?" I sit down at the dinner table with my mom.

"Sure sweetie, what's up?" my mom stops clearing off the table and sits down with me.

"I want her," I say.

My mom looks at me a little confused and asks, "Who?"

"Santana," I whisper.

I hear a deep sigh come from my mom's direction. She looks at me trying to read my thoughts. "Even after everything that happened between you two you still love her?" It wasn't judgmental, just a simple question. And yes my mom knows about Santana and I, but Santana doesn't know that. Actually, my mom, being the smartest woman I know, figured it out last year.

"Yes." I answer with certainty.

"Okay."

"But I have to change."

"Change? How?"

"I need to be smart. I need to be more confident. I need to not be dumb," I say.

"Sweetie you are not dumb," my mom tries to convince me otherwise.

"Mom, you're my mom you have to say that, but let's be honest I'm not the smartest saw in the shack. I need Santana to not be scared to be with me and part of that is that I need her to be proud to be with me," I explain to my mom.

My mom just sits and stares at me for a while. I don't know what she could be thinking about. I made myself perfectly clear; at least I think I did. Now I'm just confused.

"Okay sweetie let me make a few calls."

A month later I was sent to London to live with my aunt while I enrolled in a summer school. It wasn't actually a summer school. It was more like a self-help camp thing. There I learned to be confident and not be scared of who I am. This school did help me with some new learning and studying techniques so I could better understand school. And man did it work. After two months I feel like a completely new person. My mom immediately saw the change when I came home. In her words, I looked liked a "new Brittany ready to take on the world."

So my whole plan for getting Santana back is let her get to know the new me at first. Santana is going to realize that I am the best thing that has ever happened to her and that I love her with all my heart. I'm not gonna make things easy. I can't give in after the first smile she sends my way. I'm still a little hurt over last year and how she would always run back to Puck. But this year, she's gonna notice me and realize that I am someone who can't be replaced by Puck. Tomorrow is the first day of school and the first day my plan takes action.

In the morning, mom and I have a nice breakfast together like we've done for years. See when I was twelve my dad died of a brain tumor and my older sister, Emily, is off at college. So right now it's just mom and me, obviously we're close. After I finish eating and grab my keys to go to school my mom kisses me on the forehead and says, "Go get your girl." I have the best supportive mom ever.

Once I arrive at school I take a few minutes to just breathe. I haven't even seen her yet and my heart is pounding out of my chest. I'm so nervous. We barely talked over the summer break, so I know she won't be to pleased about that. But as of now I'm just anxious to see her smile, smell her cherry scent, see her long dark brown hair, and stare into those amazing chocolate eyes. See I can feel the butterflies in my stomach already even just talking about her. I take a few deeps breaths and walk towards the school.

The second I step into the school I can feel all eyes on me. Boys are checking me out; girls have their jaws dropped to the ground. Everyone knows it's me, but they are starting to see the change. It's like my new transformation is beaming off me. I continue down the hallway, casually saying hi to the students I actually know. That is until I see her. She's standing at her locker with Quinn. Well that's new. My breath hitches in my throat slightly and I'm quick to swallow it. Remember I radiating confidence I can't show nerves or the affect she has on me.

I walk past my two Cheerio teammates and casually say "Hi Quinn. Hey Santana." They're both supporting the same look as everyone else in the school that has seen me. I head to my locker to open it and out of the corner of my eye I see Santana moving towards me. She probably thinks I forgot my locker combination for the umpteenth million time, but before she gets to me I open it and start taking out my books. I start walking towards my first class, but not without saying, "I'll see you guys in Spanish," to both of them. I smirk to myself knowing they're now questioning who I am.

As the day goes on I fully participate in all my classes. My teachers and classmates are completely shocked that I can actually answer some of the questions or that I'm even asking questions. When glee finally comes around everyone knows something's different about me. They keep staring and it's a little uncomfortable, but it was bound to happen. You can't go through a drastic change without people wondering what happened. I'm not going to come forward about the summer school camp I went to. My story is that I had a lot of fun in London and I'm sticking to it.

Mr. Shue welcomes us back and jumps into our first assignment. For this week in glee, we are suppose to come up with a song that sums up our personalities. We are suppose to express to the class who we think we are. Ideas begin flowing through my head and I think this is a perfect assignment for me after my summer of change.

After glee as I'm packing up my things I see Santana hesitating to come over to me. After some time of obviously inner debating with herself she walks over to me. "Hey Brittany."

"Hey Santana, what's up?" I ask. She's nervous and it's showing, which is unusual for Santana. Sure I've seen Santana act nervous, but only at cheerleading competitions. She never shows her emotions publicly in front of people.

"Oh nothing I was just wondering if you wanna grab some ice cream and chill? We can catch up," Santana asks.

"Yeah that would great." I pick up my bag and head towards my car. The plan is going smoothly, let's just pray I can keep it up and not be the first to break.

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