So I am trying this one out in 1st person, let me know if you prefer it in 1st or 3rd. I have a feeling that I will probably switch back and forth but I love hearing your opinions.

Brittany's POV

The drive to Santana's house isn't all that far. But today it seemed to take forever, and during that time, so many thoughts raced through my head. Lunch was kind of awkward but I did not want to talk about the whole Finn thing around other people.

I knew other people had known about me and Finn, but I hate the fact that she found out. I would have told her eventually but I did not want her hearing it from Rachel Berry. Rachel probably twisted it. I am amazed Santana even looks at me anymore, let alone kissed me.

But what freaks me out is what Finn said, about having feelings for her. I am sure he doesn't actually like her, but there is always a chance. He was talking to her today; she claims it was about glee club. But I don't know.

Finally I made it to her house. And I climbed the steps up the hill like I always did and then knocked on her front door. Santana opened the door quickly and let me in. We walked up to her room silently. I sat on her bed, instead of lounging on it like I normally did.

"Can we talk first?" I said trying to make voice sound stronger than it was.

"Sure." Santana said, putting down the Spanish book. "I am really sorry about what I said earlier."

"I know." I thought for a moment. "Look it's no secret that I have gotten around. And I am sure a lot of people know about the whole thing I had with Finn. I was going to tell you, I really did not want you hearing it from someone else."

"You didn't have to tell me. It is your business, not mine." She sat down in her desk chair and turned it so she was facing me.

"I wish that was true. But because there were two people involved with everything, and if they chose to tell people then people found out. I just didn't want your opinion of me to change."

"Why do you care about my opinion?"

"I don't know. But I do."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"Do you like Finn?"

"No."

"Then why were you hooking up with him?"

"I have been trying to figure that out myself actually."

"Was it just a game for you?" I didn't say anything; I was trying to find words to articulate. "Is that just what you do? Do you get what you want from a person and then when you don't need them anymore, you ditch them? Is that why you come here every night? Are you just using me for your grade?"

"Of course not." I said.

"Then what?" She stood up. "Why do you come over here every night?"

"Because I like you Santana!" I stood up as well; I never imagined her being this angry. "Do you know how long it's been since I actually felt what I am feeling now?"

"What are you feeling?"

I looked around her room trying to find words to describe what I was feeling. "I really like you." It didn't come out as a shout, much quieter and soft. I pulled her into me slightly, our lips meeting again; I felt her warm soft lips against mine. I pulled away. "I don't know how to explain what I am feeling. You know I am no good with words."

"You're better than you think you are." Santana smiled at me and I smiled back. She leaned into me again and she reattached our lips. My hands quickly found her waist as her arms wrapped themselves around my neck. I ran my tongue against her bottom lip and she opened her mouth a little, allowing my tongue to meet hers.

After a minute or two we pulled apart, needing to breathe. Santana's face had turned a little red and I saw her quickly look away. I took her hand in mine. "What?"

"Nothing." She said dropping my hand as she walked to get the Spanish book.

"Santana, talk to me. What's up?"

She put the book down on the bed as she turned to back to me, playing with the end of her shirt. "It's just…" She started but then looked down at the ground.

"Yes…" I was getting worried; I had no idea what she was going to say. She mumbled something, but I couldn't hear it. "Sorry?" I asked moving closer to her and kneeling down in front of her.

"I'm afraid I'm not good." She said barely audible, but I heard it this time.

"Not good at what?" I took her hands and she looked in my eyes. But then she looked away quickly.

"Kissing."

"You're great." I said but that didn't seem to make her feel any better. "Look at me." A little reluctantly, she looked over at me and I was met with her chocolate brown eyes. "I have kissed a lot of people; you are a lot better than most of them."

"That's the thing. You have kissed a lot of people. I haven't."

I could see her face beginning to turn a little red again, but our eyes did not leave each others. "You don't need to kiss a lot of people to be a great kisser."

"The other day, in the bathroom, that was my first kiss."

"Really?" Santana nodded. I didn't know what to say, I guess I wasn't completely surprised that she hadn't kissed anyone before, but she was a great kisser, way better than Finn. "Well I don't care, you were great and it doesn't matter anyways, I really like you."

Her face was no longer as red and I could tell she was less tense. I bit my lower lip between my teeth, trying to figure out what to say next. Instead I stood up and pulled her into a hug. "I mean it Santana, I really like you." I pulled away from her but I held her hands in mine. "I don't know if you feel the same way but, I would love to take you out to dinner tomorrow."

"I need to tell you something."

"Okay." I said a little hurt that she had completely ignored me asking her out.

"Finn asked me out."

I dropped her hands and took a couple of steps back. "Is that why you two were talking this morning?" I asked her trying not to get angry.

She nodded. "He came to my locker and started talking to me and then told me he liked me and asked me out."

I thought for a moment, I knew what Finn was doing. He was getting back at both me and Quinn by dating Santana. It would seriously piss off Quinn that he broke up with her to be with someone they had both deemed as a loser. And since I told him that she liked Santana, this was easy way to try and keep us apart. I didn't want to tell her that and hurt her feelings. "What did you say?"

"I told him no."

"Oh?" I said feeling a rush of relief.

"I don't really like Finn." She said. "I would much rather go to dinner with you than him."

"So is that a yes for tomorrow?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"It is." She said and then I wrapped her in a hug, smiling knowing that this time tomorrow I would be on a date with the girl in my arms.

I hope that this chapter cleared up any confusion from last chapter. If not you can message me or review about it and I will try to answer it.

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