So I can tell that you guys all hate the whole Brittany/Finn thing, don't worry I hate them two. But I did enjoy getting all those reviews complaining about it.

The bell rang and with it came the sound from the chairs scrapping on the floor. Brittany slowly stood up, watching Santana gathering up her books and then leaving the room. The blonde followed her towards the front of the room and was passing Mr. Schuester's desk when she was stopped.

"Brittany can I talk to you?" He asked, looking up from a stack of papers as he saw her passing him.

A little reluctantly, Brittany turned and walked back towards his desk. "What's up?"

"I think that you should consider getting a tutor. You are failing and if you don't manage to get a d this quarter you are not going pass the class."

"Can you tutor me?"

"I'm sorry but between teaching and glee club I don't think I have time. But the new girl Santana is very good at Spanish, I am sure she can help you."

"Okay." Brittany said a little unsurely and then walked out of the classroom. Luckily Quinn was not standing out there waiting for her. Brittany doubted that Quinn would understand she was smart and understood school work.

Santana was at her locker putting away a couple of books and Brittany slowly walked over to her.

"Santana right?" Brittany asked the girl quietly.

"Yeah." Santana said turning to face the Cheerio and instantly her mind went blank for a moment, she had never been this close to her before, she was beautiful. Her long blonde hair was in a neat pony tail that had a slight curl to it and her blue eyes were just stunning.

"I'm Brittany, I sit behind you in Spanish. Mr. Schue said you were good at Spanish." Brittany said ending the silence that was between them.

"I'm pretty good at Spanish." Santana was still in shock that Brittany was talking to her after all of the stories she had heard about her.

"Do you think you could help me? If I don't get better I am going to fail the class."

"I guess I could help you."

"Great!" Brittany said excitedly. "I can come over sometime, or you could come over. Whatever is easier."

"I am free tonight if you want to come over." Santana avoided looking at the blondes blue eyes.

"That sounds great!" Brittany said and then gave Santana a quick hug.

Santana took the hug somewhat awkwardly, not used to hugs let alone from a cheerleader that was beautiful beyond belief.

"Here is my number," Brittany grabbed a pen and began to write it on Santana's arm. "Text me your address and I will be over around eight."

"Okay." Santana said slowly and then watched the blonde turn around and walk away.

"Hi Santana!" Brittany exclaimed excitedly when the brunette opened up her front door.

You could say Santana was nervous; but that was a bit of an understatement, she rarely had anyone over let alone one of the most popular girls in school. And it did not help that this girl was extremely beautiful. Santana wasn't sure she would be able to teach her anything. She could easily get lost in those blue eyes or looking at the freckles that made the blonde that much more incredible to look at.
Santana had never really been into guys, she just figured it was a phase and one day she would be more interested in guys. Occasionally she would have a slight crush on a girl, but wasn't that normal? It was never a strong crush but it was still a crush. Still she had never thought anything of it until she could not get Brittany out of her head. That didn't mean anything, did it?

"Why don't we go to my room?" She said a little unsurely. Brittany nodded and Santana led them up the stairs and into her bedroom. "Okay so what do you need help with?" Santana asked, watching Brittany sit down on her bed.

"I don't really understand Spanish. So I guess I need help with everything."

Santana bit her bottom lip trying to figure out where to start. "Okay…" She turned around to her desk and found the Spanish textbook that she had been given the other day. "Can you count?"

"Not well." Brittany looked to the ground for a second.

"Well why don't you start and then I can help you. Let's just try and count to twenty."

Brittany nodded and then slowly began to talk. "Uno… Dos… Tres…" Each time it took her a little to think of the word and then say it. "Cuatro… Cinco… Seis?"

Santana was nodding along as Brittany got each right. "Seis is correct. What's seven?"

Brittany thought for a moment. "I don't remember." Her face turned a little red.

"It's okay, how about I go until twenty and you repeat after me?" Brittany nodded.

They finished going through twenty and then Santana had Brittany say them all and she got almost all of them right. "Once you learn more Spanish the best thing you can do is talk in it more, then you remember more words."

"Okay, like what?"

Santana thought for a minute. "Here let me teach you some phrases and then we can have a conversation."

They spent about forty five minutes learning a couple of phrases and then Santana nodded. "You're ready. Don't worry if you mess up. ¡Buenos días!"

"Hola, mi nombre es Bretaña. ¿Cuál es tu nombre?"

"Mi nombre es Santana."

"¿Cómo estás?"

"Buena. ¿Cómo se trata?"

"Bien. Encantado de conocerte, Santana. Adiós."

"Adiós. That was very good Brittany."

"Thanks. How are you so good at Spanish?"

"I've been speaking it my whole life." Santana shrugged off the question.

"But why are you in Spanish two then?"

"I don't know. The school just put me in the class."

"Well you are really good."

"Thanks." She looked away preventing the blonde seeing the pink that had crept on her face.

Brittany checked her pink watch. "I should get going. Thanks again for all the help San." Brittany said sitting up on the bed. At first Santana cringed a little, she had always hated that nickname, but when Brittany said it, it was adorable. "Same time tomorrow?" Brittany asked standing up.

"Uh, yeah."

Brittany walked over to Santana. "Thanks again." She said and wrapped Santana in a hug. After a second of shock, Santana put her arms around Brittany a little awkwardly. Brittany pulled away after a moment. "See you tomorrow!" Brittany said happily and then walked out of Santana's room.

Santana closed the door behind Brittany and then flopped down on her bed, pulling a pillow over her face.

So, sorry if the Spanish isn't that great, I have never taken a single lesson of Spanish in my life so this was all stuff online. As always, reviews are love.