Have you even been 100% sure that someone is into you?

Cause that's how I feel with Brittany…

It's so hard to explain. She is so flirty with me, but then I think, am I just being arrogant? Am I looking into this too much? Is she even Gay?

Brittany has come over to my house four times this week.

It's crazy; we get on so well, it's like I've known her my whole life.

I think what I really need is my friends here at the same time, to see what they think… Thank God that my moving in party is tomorrow night.

If Brit and I are already flirty without alcohol, God knows what we will be like tomorrow night…

She's coming over tomorrow a few hours before the party to help set everything up. I didn't even ask her to, but she offered. Who am I to say no to that? I'd definitely love Brittany's help setting up. She's even going to bring some disco lights that dazzle to the beat of the song that's playing. Awesome, right?

In the last week that I've known Brittany, she's managed to make Lucky's behavior so much better. I've noticed a massive improvement. I mean yeah, Lucky only seems to behave when Brittany is here, but still. Brittany is here a lot, so she behaves nicely a lot more than she causes trouble.

I've already started cooking some of the snacks for tomorrow. People don't realize how much time and effort goes into preparing a party. I hope people appreciate this… If anyone breaks anything, I might just have to break them.

"Hey, you." Brittany greets as soon as I open the door.

"Hi" I smile, nodding my head towards my house, so that Brittany knows she can come in.

"You look great, is that what you're wearing?" Brittany teases, pointing to my dressing gown and head towel.

"Of course!" I laugh, playfully rolling my eyes.

"My mom made cookies." Brittany says, handing a pretty glittery tin over to me.

"Oh God! I love her cookies. You have to give her the biggest thank you when you see her again." I tell her truthfully.

"S'no biggie… She loves baking and she's really happy that I've met someone who I like so much" Brittany smiles.

Suddenly, Brittany's cheeks turn an adorable pinky color and she looks embarrassed at what she's just said.

"I mean, she's glad I've made a friend so close to our house." Brittany explains.

"Well I'm pretty glad that we've become friends too… I need to make her something in return. If there's any food left over tonight, you're more than welcome to take it home. I wont manage to eat it, living alone and everything." I say.

"Awww, you're sweet. Thank you." Brittany smiles.

I'm distracted from Brittany's comment when I hear Quinn walking down the stairs. Isn't it funny how that you can tell who someone is, just by their footsteps?

Brittany quickly grabs my arm and pulls me behind her.

"Who's that!?" Brittany whispers.

I chuckle to myself, realizing that Brittany was trying to protect me.

"Relax honey. It's just my friend. I have two staying over tonight because they live in another town." I explain.

"Oh." Brittany says, once again looking totally embarrassed.

"Hey Quinn. This my neighbor I told you about, remember? Meet Brittany." I introduce them both to each other and I give Quinn that special glare to make sure that she doesn't say anything stupid.

"Hi, nice to meet you! Santana says you're her favorite new neighbor." Quinn smiles.

Oh, what a bitch.

I swear I see the tiniest ounce of a frown on Brittany's face, but it's soon replaced by a smile.

"Well I certainly hope so! You have a really nice voice." Brittany says, randomly.

"Thanks…" Quinn says, unsure of how to take Brittany's compliment.

"Mercedes is upstairs getting ready. You'll love her, she's super fun." I tell Brittany.

"Oh, and I'm not?" Quinn asks, pretending to be offended.

"When you're not being all uptight, you're fun. But that rarely every happens, so…" I tease and Quinn swings her foot out to kick my leg. I successfully manage to dodge it and let out a victory 'ha!'.

"Come on, Brit… I'll let you meet Mercedes and then we can get ready." I mumble.

I lead Brittany upstairs and she waves goodbye to Quinn. They are basically polar opposites, but I really hope they get along.

"What are you wearing tonight?" Brittany asks.

"It's a surprise… I've not told anyone." I tease.

"Fine then! I just wont tell you what I'm wearing either." Brittany says, hiding her bag, pretending to be offended.

"Fine by me. Surprises are good." I smirk.

I knock on the spare guest room that Mercedes is staying in. She shouts 'Come in' almost immediately.

"Hey, girlfriend." Mercedes greets me with a smile.

When Mercedes notices Brittany, she jumps a little in fright. I forgot to tell her she was coming over to help.

"You must be Brittany. I wish Santana had told me you were coming over, so that I could get my face on before anyone arrived." Mercedes says, pointing at her make up and glaring at me.

"Oh, sorry! Maybe I should have come later…" Brittany panics.

"Sweetie, don't worry. I don't mind. I'm just messing with Satan." Mercedes laughs.

"Bitch." I frown. "As much as it pains me to admit, Mercedes is kind of like a sister to me. I'm convinced that our great grandmothers were related."

"You know it, sweet pea!" Mercedes nods her head, agreeing with me.

Brittany smiles and I can tell that Mercedes and Brittany will get along… Perfect!

"So what is it you need help with again?" Brittany asks me once I drag her out of Mercedes room.

"Um… It depends. I've not set the food or the drinks up yet, and I've not hovered or cleaned the kitchen yet. You really don't need to do anything. I can manage on my own." I say, realizing how bad it is to ask her to do some of my chores.

"Hey, I offered to help you out. I want to help you Santana." Brittany replies, giving my hand a small squeeze. I feel my cheeks burn a little and I turn away so that Brittany can't tell.

"Thanks… It means so much to me. If I clear up the kitchen, could you just put all the food out? I'll show you where I keep all my alcohol too." I say.

"I'd love to."

2 hours later, everything is finally ready. And just in time too. My guests are supposed to arrive in 15 minutes. I don't think I could have done it without Brittany's help. Turns out that she's a little bit of a perfectionist. I love it.

Puck arrives first, which is slightly awkward considering his past with Quinn. They give each other a brief hello, before he sets his eyes on Brittany. I immediately feel a hot surge of anger as he does that stupid flirty 'whats up' nod to Brittany. As soon as I get the chance, I glare at him with my best 'hell no' glare and I think he gets the picture. Puck raises his hands as if to say 'I surrender' and I can't help but roll my eyes. At least Brittany didn't see any of this.

Thankfully the doorbell rings and Mike and Tina arrive. Brittany squeals happily when she sees Mike and runs up to hug him. I expect Tina to be jealous, but if anything she looks just as happy to see Brittany. They hug and then Brittany runs back over to me.

"Santana, I haven't told you yet, but Mike is totally my dancing soul mate. You'll love it." Brittany explains.

"What the heck is a dancing soul mate?" I ask, my heart pounding like crazy.

"A person who is basically your perfect dance partner, duh." Brittany explains like it's the simplest thing in the world.

"Well we'll just have to see about that." I tease.

"That we will." Brittany smirks, giving my nose a poke.

I feel butterflies in my stomach straight away. I don't know how a simple little nose poke can do that to me. Maybe it's because she's standing so close to me?

"I uh, think I heard someone at the door." I say, making an excuse so that I don't say something to embarrass myself. I turn away from Brittany and sigh in relief when I see two more cars parked outside my house.

Soon enough, Sugar arrives and I'm so happy to see her. I don't get to see her often, but when I do, we always have a great time together.

"Come on, lets go get our drinks on!" Sugar says happily.

"Sounds great." I agree.

Maybe I'll be more relaxed once I've had a few drinks.

"Santana honey, we're going to take off now. We've only paid the babysitter for 3 hours tonight." Emma says, interrupting me from my dancing session.

"Okay, thank you so much for coming." I mumble, not realizing the time.

I can't even remember half of the people arriving. I know Karofsky and his boyfriend were the last two to arrive, but that was way over two hours ago. What's happened since then? I remember dancing with Brittany, how could I forget that? She really is good at dancing.

Sugar doesn't know whether she'll be able to drive back home but I'm more than happy for her to stay the night. I've got the room. Everyone else lives here, so it's not a problem. I'm just glad people seem to be enjoying themselves. Especially my new neighbors, it's such a relief. I've been worrying about this all week.

I feel like there's something missing. I hate the feeling when you know something's not right, but you can't tell what it is. I look around the room, hoping that something will trigger my mind into remembering what it is. I'm pretty sure it's something for the party. Suddenly, it hits me. Brittany's disco lights.

"Brittany!" I shout, my voice drowned out by the music.

Brittany doesn't hear me. She's having too much fun dancing with Sugar and Mercedes to the music. At least they're getting along. I feel a little bad when I have to pull Brittany away from doing something she loves.

"Hey Brit." I whisper once I'm right next to her.

"Hey you." Brittany smiles, her eyes slightly glossy from the alcohol she's been drinking. Her hair is all messy and the way she looks at me gives me goosebumps. I convince myself that it's only because I think she's super hot.

"Where are those disco lights you brought? I forgot to set them up." I say.

"Oh yeah! I forgot I brought them! I think I put them in your room, come on." Brittany says excitedly, grabbing my hand and leading me to my room.

I can't help but giggle. It's not like I have no idea where my room is. When we get there, I see the disco lights straight away.

"See." Brittany explains, picking them up from my bed. "Wow, it's nice and cool up here."

Brittany sits down on the bed and pulls on my arm so that I sit down too.

"I'll turn on the air con when I get back downstairs. Sorry, I'm just always cold." I explain. I can feel myself blushing again.

"No it's fine! It's probably because I've been dancing the whole time." Brittany shrugs.

"No, you're right. It is pretty warm down there. And by the way, I think you're really good at dancing." I know it's the drink giving me all this confidence. I don't think I'd be able to say all this if I wasn't drunk. At least not to Brittany anyway.

"Thanks." Brittany says with a happy grin. "Come on, lets go back downstairs."

It must be near midnight when I feel an arm slip around my waist.

"Puck, if I have to tell you that I'm a lesbian one more time, I will cut off your balls myself." I warn.

I feel his arm quickly drop from my waist and I smile in victory.

"You're gay?" I hear a shocked voice that is definitely not Puck's say.

Holy shit.

Brittany.

"Uuhhh… Yeah, I guess I am." I shrug.

Fuck.

I didn't want her to find out like this.

"I knew it!" Brittany says, bouncing up and down.

"You did!? How?" I ask, amazed that she could tell.

Not many girls can tell I'm gay until I'm eating them out like a 3 course meal.

"Because I was born with a super awesome gaydar. Duh." Brittany says like it's super obvious.

"So you're okay with it, yeah?" I ask, nervous that I've scared Brittany off.

"I'm more than okay with it." Brittany says and all of a sudden her voice is different… Huskier.

I feel my cheeks burn red and I look down at the floor.

"I'm glad." I admit.

After hours of dancing, catering to my guests and making sure that everyone is happy, it suddenly hits me how tired I am. I take a well-needed rest on my sofa and close my eyes. I've turned the music down a little because it's getting late and I don't want any neighbors to call the police during my first ever party here. I actually want to be seen as a nice neighbor. Not some asshole young neighbor who has no respect for anyone.

It's weird how much I've changed in the last few months. Maybe searching for your own house, getting a new job and moving in to a new town does that to you.

"It has just occurred to me that you probably don't know the area that well." A voice says besides me. I don't even need to open my eyes to know who it is. There's no personal space between us and two hands have grabbed one of my own.

"Hmm, Brit?" I ask.

"I'm saying that I have to show you around the hood some time." Brittany explains.

"Have to?" I smile, teasing Brittany.

"Well, I really want to. If that's okay with you anyway." Brittany says, getting all flustered.

God, I love doing that to her.

"I'm kidding Brittany. I'd absolutely love for you to show me around." I admit and Brittany squeezes my hands in excitement.

"It's a date." Brittany giggles and I can't help but smile too.

It's half 2 by the time I get rid of my last few guests who aren't sleeping over. Mercedes and Quinn are drifting off to sleep on the couch, but I know they are still conscious. There's just Brittany left and I can tell by her pupils that she's still a little drunk. She's in her own world, twirling her hair with those lesbian fingers of hers. I get a little flutter in my stomach when Brittany realizes I've been staring at her and smiles that sexy smirk of hers.

"I guess I better get going too." Brittany whispers, aware that it's late and everyone has calmed down.

"If you insist." I tease, whispering back.

Brittany lets out a small drunken giggle and wrinkles her nose. Suddenly, I'm wrapped in a drunken cuddle.

"Thanks for inviting me over. Our neighborhood doesn't have many parties like this." Brittany says during our hug.

I pull back but keep my hands on her arms as I reply.

"It's no problem. I'm glad you came here… and thank you so much for the help. You didn't have to." I admit.

"I did…" Brittany blushes, smiling at the floor embarrassed.

Adorable.

"Cutie."

I say it without realizing it. I can feel myself eternally freaking out. Damn it.

"Thanks." Brittany mumbles, still blushing. "You looked really beautiful tonight by the way."

God, I want to pinch those cheeks.

Wait, what?

Did she just call me beautiful? No girl has ever called me that before.

I mean yeah, I might get called 'sexy', 'hot' or 'pretty', but that's just because someone wants in my pants.

"Wow, uh, thank you. It's not something I hear often." I admit.

Somehow it's so easy to tell her the truth.

"Seriously?" Brittany asks like it's craziest thing she's ever heard.

All I can do is nod my head.

"That's crazy. You're like the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Seriously." Brittany says.

"Stop it…" I blush, not knowing what to say.

"Seriously. And I'm not just saying that because I'm drunk. I mean maybe I wouldn't say it if I was sober, but I definitely think it." Brittany mumbles. "I'm going to stop talking now."

"It's okay Brittany. I probably won't even remember this in the morning." I lie, trying to make her feel better.

"I'm saved! Right, I really better go now. My mom will probably think I've been kidnapped." Brittany says, rolling her eyes.

"Okay." I laugh, walking Brittany to the door.

"Thanks again... And remember we are going shopping." Brittany says, leaning in for another hug.

But it's not a hug.

I feel soft lips on my own.

It takes me a few seconds to realize what's happening and then it's over.

"Bye!" Brittany says happily and all I can do is wave back.

As the door shuts I hear Quinn and Mercedes snickering all the way from the sofa.

"That girl is definitely into you. I could see her lady boner from miles away." Quinn smiles.

"Yeah, that was not a standard 'see ya later' peck. That was an 'I'm so into you' kiss!" Mercedes says excitedly.

All I can do is smile.

I know they're right.

A/N: So this is just a light hearted, fun fic with no drama. I just wanted to write something fluffy.

Please, please leave me your thoughts. I'm slowly losing interest in writing. I just want to know what you guys think. If I'm not doing a good job, please just say. I wont take offence. It just gets me so down when I have no reviews.

In other news, what did you all think of the wedding? How adorable was that?