Thank you so much for all the follows and reviews, it means a lot. Since this was my first Brittana fic, I was quite nervous about it.

I really loved the reviews on chapter 5, because yup, you all are right: Santana's gonna be a mess, and you might not like it that much. (I mean, I didn't, but it's still a "canon" rewrite after all). Fortunately, it doesn't last long.

"Sex is not dating."

Santana knows this.

Santana is the one who keeps saying it. Brittany doesn't talk much about their relationship. She seems happy enough with just being with Santana. She's also with Artie, but Santana keeps telling her that it's not cheating, since they're two girls.

And Santana hates herself for doing that. She feels like she's using Brittany's innocence and ignorance, but is it bad that she wants to be selfish? She does not want to tell her that she loves her, even though Brittany deserves it.

But Artie can love her.

Santana wonders if he really does.

Brittany has told Santana that she does not love Artie, but she hasn't said anything about loving Santana.

What if Santana tells Brittany she loves her? What will happen then?

All that considered, Santana thinks she can be a little bit selfish for now. She has Brittany. Sure, it is not the relationship she anticipated, but it is better than nothing.

"Santana?" Brittany asks. She's lying next to Santana, wearing her panda hat.

"Yes, Brittany?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"Always."

Santana doesn't do serious, but this is getting serious.

Everyone is talking around her. The coach, the other Titans, even the Cheerios and coach Sylvester. Brittany doesn't listen. She can't.

She's shaking. The zombie mash-up sounded great, but now she's not sure anymore.

She still cannot believe the glee club was able to convince the other Titans to participate. Even Karofsky and Z were killing it during rehearsals.

But they cannot afford to lose.

And to make things worse: her parents and Brianna are watching. Of course, Brittany didn't tell them about the zombie mash-up. They wouldn't like it. They aren't like Burt Hummel, who watched his son kick the ball while dancing to Beyoncé's Single Ladies. Finn has told her everything about that. She can't believe the previous coach, Tenaka, kicked him off the team after that win.

Some say it's because Tenaka didn't want anyone gay on the team.

She looks up and sees coach Beiste giving Artie instructions. Coach Beiste allowed Artie to join the team. That means she won't kick Brittany off the team for not being straight, right?

Brittany is pretty sure she is not straight.

It's not cheating when it's with two girls, right?

Coach Beiste calls for everyone, since she's about to speech. Suddenly Santana is standing next to her.

"Okay?" she asks.

"Okay," Brittany says, but it's only half the truth.

"What you're doing is wrong," Kurt says sharply.

"I don't need your judgement," Santana snaps back. She immediately regrets meeting Kurt after the game. She should be celebrating with Brittany and the others. "Not everyone gets the fairy tale romance you and your boyfriend have. This is all I get and I don't want to let go of it."

"He's not my-"

"He got you the tickets, didn't he?" Santana interrupts, "He took you to the game because he knows you wanted to go. He bought tickets for you and for him, because he doesn't want you to go back alone to a place where you've been bullied. That's a fairy tale romance. You like him, and I cannot wait for the moment he will like you. And you two will live happily ever after. I won't."

"Brittany deserves better. You deserve better, Santana," Kurt says, "And I had to hear from Finn that Brittany is still with Artie? How about that?"

Santana refuses to answer. The last thing she needed was Kurt's bossy personality telling her what to do. For the first time in ages Santana has what she wants. She knows that she's playing with Brittany, but can't she have her for a little while?

She will tell Brittany. She will let go of her and watch her go with Artie.

Because fuck, Kurt is right about one thing. Brittany really deserves better.

Santana can't say if she deserves better, but Brittany really does.

"I see you at an afterparty or something," she says and turns around to leave, "I mean, if you aren't too busy pushing your tongue down Blaine's throat."

"We're not done, Satan!"

"Yes, we are!" she yells back, "Cause we're still not friends!"

She hears Kurt groan in frustration, but Kurt doesn't follow her. Relieved, Santana continues walking, but her relief gets interrupted the minute she sees

"Quinn?"

Quinn is still wearing her zombie dress, but her make-up is half off. She's leaning against the lockers and smiles sweetly. Too sweetly. Santana has known Quinn longer than today, so she knows that there's something behind that smile.

"I knew it," is all she says.

"Knew what?" Santana decides to play dumb, but she has a bad feeling about this. Quinn is smart. She might not always seem smart, but Santana knows that Quinn has brains.

"I know you like Brittany, and that conversation with Kurt basically confirmed it for me." Shit. "And I totally agree that that Blaine kid is his boyfriend, by the way. But that's not the point. Let's talk about your girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend, Fabray," Santana tries to move past her, but Quinn leans away from the lockers and blocks her.

"This is what friends are for," Quinn says, "We should talk more, Santana. You're right. You and Kurt aren't exactly friends, but we're best friends. We ought to talk about your feelings."

"I don't do feelings," Santana says and she starts pushing Quinn away, "Now get out of my grill before I pounce you."

She pushes Quinn against the lockers and walks away.

"Your threats don't faze me, Santana!" Quinn calls after her, and opposed to Kurt, she does follow her. "You've tried to kill me twice, I can live with it. I've tried to kill you too, and I will try again since I'm still not head Cheerio."

"Leave me alone, Q," Santana grumbles.

She opens the door to the bathroom. She's surprised when she hears something. Quinn enters after her. "I'm not leaving you-" but Santana shushes her.

"Do you hear that?" Santana asks.

Quinn rolls her eyes. "Nice try, Satana, but I'm not falling for this lame-" "Q, shut up!"

Santana hears it again.

Quinn falls silent.

"Brittany?"

A small yelp.

Quinn opens every toilet stall one by one till she finds Brittany. She's sitting on a toilet with her head in her hands, but you can see that she's crying.

"Brittany?" Santana tries again.

Brittany looks up. Her zombie make-up is all over the place. She's still wearing her football gear.

"Shouldn't you be celebrating?" Quinn asks carefully, "We won the game. You won the game. What's going on? Here… get up." Quinn holds out her arm and Brittany takes it.

"Brittany, talk to us," Santana says slowly, "What's the problem?"

Brittany wipes away her tears. Or at least, she tries, because new tears keep streaming down her face.

"D-Did something happen between you and Artie?" Santana forces herself to ask. When Brittany shakes her head Santana wants to slap herself for feeling sad.

"Then what is it, Britt?" Quinn asks, worried.

"… I don't know what do to."

After Brittany finally told Quinn and Santana what has been going on, everything felt lighter. Brittany smiles again. She even performed a huge solo in glee club with the help of the other Titans. After the Titans' win, the jocks have been nicer towards the glee club members.

Her parents were very happy with the outcome of the game too. They overlooked the performance, although her father told her that the song "kicked ass".

But while Brittany is rising, Santana is falling.

She now has two people to confine with. Kurt and Quinn aren't going to push her, but they do make her question stuff about Brittany. Santana keeps telling everyone she doesn't do feelings, but every time Brittany looks at her like that, she can't help feeling like her heart is going to drop. She doesn't know what Brittany is thinking.

Quinn tells her she's in love.

Kurt says she's not capable of love, but by now Santana knows he's kidding.

They mean well, but they cannot figure it out for her.

"I wanna talk to you about something," Brittany says one day, "I really like it when we make out and stuff."

"Which isn't cheating because…"

"The plumbing is different, but when Artie and I are together, we talk about stuff like feelings."

Santana freezes.

"Why?" She eventually says.

"Because with feelings it's better," Brittany answers.

"Are you kidding? It's better when it doesn't involve feelings," Santana immediately tells her, "I think it's better when it doesn't involve eye contact." Which is a lie.

"I don't know, I guess I just don't know how I feel… about us."

Santana doesn't know what to say. There is no us, she wants to say. But that's not true and Santana hates knowing that. They might not be a couple, but there is something between them and that makes them an us.

"I am not interested in any labels, unless it's on something I shoplift."

"I don't know, Santana. I think we should talk to somebody, like an adult. This relationship is really confusing for me."

"Breakfast is confusing for you." But Brittany's right.

They need to talk about this.