Alright, this ones a lot longer than the others. Hope you like it. Thanks so much for your support.

Disclaimer: Don't own glee. If I did...Oh the things I would make Naya Rivera do...

REVIEWERS: thaaanksss to all.

hptriospashley: D'aww thanks.

Squintsquad03: What would glee be without a cocky Santana? I mean seriously.

Straightshark: Of course I'm continuing. It might be a little slow going because I've got another story in the works but yeah, Brittana is a go.

PrettyLittleGleeber: Aw, glad I could make your day because you certainly made mine with your review. If onnlyyyy life did have a lovely amount of good looking soccer players like the Unholy Trinity. Oh well, I guess I'm stuck watching Rapinoe, Solo, and Morgan and drooling. xD

Song used: Say a Little Prayer

READ, REVIEW, and ENJOY

On with the Story

Present Day

Brittany's POV

Santana wasn't my first. Sam claimed that soon after. Santana was upset about it. She kind of exploded on me, telling me that I should've waited for the right person. I wanted to yell back at her that she wasn't offering, but instead, I curled up into her and huddled into the safety of her arms. It had hurt like first times were supposed to hurt. Sam was a nice enough guy, but it felt nothing like even the kiss I shared with San. San and I have kissed a few times since for parties while we were buzzed or for her to make a play at Puck but it's had nothing but a platonic gesture for her own means. I, on the other hand, am left tingling and wanting more every time. It's pure torture but I keep wanting to go back for more.

I walk down the rows of lockers. School just let out and we've got about an hour and a half to spare before practice. It's senior year, everyone's talking of colleges and scouting offers. School's ok. I'm more book smart, than street smart. I do say stupid things at times that make me seem like a dumb blonde but my grades are decent, except for Spanish, but that's why I have San.

San is waiting for me, per usual at her locker right next to mine. We usually grab a snack or drink at the nearby gas station before practice. "Hey Britt." She grins as I open my locker and smile, grabbing my gym bag from my locker.

"Hey San. How was Spanish?" San rolls her eyes.

"The same, Boring. I mean come on, I'm fluent in Spanish. But hey, less work for me. I just have to remember what tenses mean what. I'm way better than Shuester anyways. He also droned on about more people needing to join glee club or whatever. He even said he'd work glee practice around sports to get the jocks to come. Ha, funny." I close my locker and think about it. I never told San, but I always wanted to join. I've got a decent voice. Plus I love to dance. I just thought it would interfere with practice.

"We should go." I say and she stops in her tracks.

"What?" She says in disbelief. "Britt you can't be serious. That's like…the equivalent of throwing yourself off the social ladder. Do you want to get slushied?"

"San, first of all, you and the rest of the team and the boys team are the one's who throw slushies and anyways, I've got reflexes. I'm a goalie remember. Plus I know you'd beat them up for me." I chuckle and she smiles briefly. "But I'm serious, you know how much I love to dance and I've heard you sing, San." Her eyes widen and she blushes. "You always sing before we go to school outside in your car. It's why I'm late sometimes. I like listening to you sing. And remember that time you sang me to sleep when we were little?"

She smiles."Yeah, we had just watched Rocky Horror on Halloween and you were scared a transvestite Tim Curry was going to fondle you in your sleep." She chuckles.

"Please, San?" I bring out the pout and she sighs in defeat.

"Fine. But if Berry so much as touches me, I'm going Lima Heights on her ass." She brings out the scowl.

I pat her on the shoulder, "Hun, what are you going to do country club her to death?" She just scowls more. It's true. She likes people to think that she's talking about that Lima Heights with gang fights, which is where her family was originally from before her dad became Dr. Lopez, the plastic surgeon, but really she lives in Lima Heights Adjacent the gated community in town. I pull her in for a hug and she relaxes. "Come on, we can't be late and we can't stay long. We need time to get dressed for practice. Oh and text Quinn to come too. She wouldn't want to be left out, we'd never hear the end of it. Plus her voice is amazing."

We walk into the music room and see Rachel Berry animatedly talking to Mr. Shue about their routine for Sectionals. She sees us walk in and stops talking. Mr. Shue turns around and looks just as surprised. "Santana, Brittany. Do you have questions about the Spanish assignments?"

"No, we came to sign up for glee club, actually." I say with a smile and Rachel's jaw drops as well as the other's in the club. I see that the Asian kids, Tina and Mike are here so is Mercedes. And Artie the wheelchair kid and Kurt are here too.

Quinn walks up behind us, "Santana, you can't be serious. Glee club?"

"Oh look, we've got the whole Unholy Trinity. Wonderful." Rachel sighs. She kind of hates us because of her multiple slushies. "Is this a trick to you can slushie me once more because if it is I'll have you know that-"

"Berry. Be quiet." Santana cuts her off and turns to Quinn. "Oh come on, I know you love singing. Plus it'll look good for college. You know scouts will love that your well rounded and Mr. Shue assured me that he'd work around our sports schedule." Quinn's hooked the minute she says college. It's all about her future with Quinn. Mention scouts and college and we've got her. Santana is a genius.

Quinn sighs, "Alright, for the scouts. Where do we sign?" She looks at Mr. Shue.

He puts the clipboard in front of us on the piano. "Right there. You'll have to audition though, just to see what we've got to work with." We sign up on the clipboard and I look at the other two.

"Can we have a moment to get our routine together?" Mr. Shue nods and sits in his chair. The other glee clubbers are still shocked and weary of us. We deliberate, we all know one song that we can pull off with all three of us together. We tell Brad aka the furniture as he's known around here our choice and he nods as he begins.

Quin starts off the vocals.

The moment I wake up

Before I put on my makeup

I say a little prayer for you

I take the next bit and sing. I'm not as good as San and Q but my dancing can't be beat.

While combing my hair, now,

And wondering what dress to wear, now,

I say a little prayer for you

We dance and twist around each other, flintily. I do most of the dancing as we all sing the chorus.

Forever, forever, you'll stay in my heart

and I will love you

Forever, forever, we never will part

Oh, how I'll love you

Together, together, that's how it must be

To live without you

Would only be heartbreak for me.

Santana takes the next verse. Her voice is amazing, I spin her around and grin as she sings to me.

I run for the bus, dear,

While riding I think of us, dear,

I say a little prayer for you.

At work I just take time

And all through my coffee break-time,

I say a little prayer for you.

We all join in on the chorus again.

Forever, forever, you'll stay in my heart

and I will love you

Forever, forever we never will part

Oh, how I'll love you

Together, together, that's how it must be

To live without you

Would only be heartbreak for me.

Santana takes the last lines, belting out and wowing everyone with her diva-esque voice.

My darling believe me,

For me there is no one

But you.

The music fades out and Mr. Shue stands clapping. The others join in. "You're definitely in." We all smile. We new we'd get in. I look at the clock. We've got to get going soon and change for practice before warm up.

"Uh, we've got to get to practice, but we'll see you tomorrow." We smile.

"Yeah, sure girls, just send me your schedule and we can work something out. We can't lose you guys." He smiles at us and Rachel scoffs.

"Oh can it, Berry. You're just jealous."

"Ha, why on earth would I be jealous of you Santana?" She says snobbishly.

"Let me think…" San says, "Oh because we just killed that. My voice is better than yours. I bet Brittany can dance the pants off of you. And Quinn is obviously way more gorgeous that you'll ever be. We're popular. We ran all over your girlfriend Jessie St. James on the field against Carmel last year and we will again this season. Fair enough?" Oh yeah, Rachel's got a girlfriend. Surprising, I know. But they both sign in show choir or whatever and bonded over their quest for power. Weirdos.

Rachel just stares, "Santana. First of all, you are comparing two completely different voices. It's a matter of opinion and music taste. Second, don't bring my girlfriend into this matter, as having two gay dads I am open to all sorts of love, you on the other hand are a homophobic trollop." I'm surprised. I never thought of Santana as homophobic. Just thinking about it makes my stomach drop. Will she hate me if I tell her I like girls too? Plus if I like her?

"I'll freakin' show you a trollop." Santana growls out, stepping forward. I grab her shoulder and utter a warning trying to calm her. She's about to go "Lima Heights."

"Anyway, we really must be going. Thanks Mr. Shue." Quinn says quickly, pulling us along. "S, as much as I hate Berry and her little lesbo fling with the enemy. We need to make nice to have this work. So please, remain calm." She pleads. "Think of the scouts and the ways this will put you above the others." Quinn sing-songs and Santana sighs. "Plus, I'm sure Brittany doesn't like to see you angry." She looks at me and I shake my head.

"Sorry, Brittz." She takes my pinky in hers. A gesture we've had since we were little.

"S'Ok, San. But we've got to get to practice." We grab out bags and hurry out towards the locker rooms. If we're late, Coach is going to have our asses and it'll be one more thing Santana will blame Rachel for.