Santana's POV...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, but damn I wish did.

I sat through the rest of Glee bored stiff thanks to Mr Shue's never ending appreciation for pop culture. Brittany just sat beside me clapping at random intervals. I held out a hand and lowered her hands to her lap. She gave me a look and I just shook my head knowingly. Her hands then began to wander and they played with the hem of my Cheerio's skirt.

"Britt?" I said pointedly.

"Uh huh." She replied fixated on my skirt.

"Hands off." I muttered.

"Oh, sorry... what's wrong S, you seem angry or down or something?" She asked as turned to me and her eyes searched mine.

"I told you I'd talk to you later, just for now hands off." I felt bad because I said it so sharply, but sometimes that was the only way to get through to Brittany. I tugged my skirt away from Brittany's grasp. She frowned slightly.

When we get back to Brittany's I'm going to have to explain to her once more what's going on between us and she going to give me the completely blank stare she always does when she confused. Why would she be confused? Because normally when I have to talk to her about important stuff I fuck it up and jumble my words. Even though it's just Brittany, it's just always been that way.

The bell rang out to end class. Brittany shot straight up and turned to me. She held out her hands. I gathered myself and shifted out of my drowsy haze. I took hold of her hands and she hoisted me up. She kept one of my hands in hers and escorted me out of the choir room. Crap. What was I supposed to say to Brittany? This was driving me crazy. I wanted her to know that I loved her, but I also wanted her to know that I needed time. I already knew however that Brittany wouldn't understand why I needed time to think if I loved her. This was so fucking confusing. Stupid hormones!

We grabbed our bags and headed for the entrance.

"Santana!" I heard my name being called out by a high pitched voice. I turned around to see Ms Pillsbury's head peering out from her office.

"Can I have a moment?"

I rolled my eyes and nodded my head. "B, just go and wait in your car, ok?"

"Ok San." She smiled and walked out to the parking lot.

I made my way into Ms Pillsbury's office and stood with my arms folded behind one of her chairs. I looked her up and down fiercely and she moved the things on her desk nervously.

"So what do you want?" I questioned daringly.

"Well Santana, I just wanted to ask you about your day?"

"Is that a lame attempt at flirting with me or something? So not interested..." I retorted

"Please Santana, take this seriously. Why do you think I asked you in here?" She pleaded.

"I don't know Ms P, but I think you're going to tell me anyway."

"Well then yes I will. It has brought to my attention that today you hospitalised two students and made another girl request to move school." She said a little frightened of her own words.

"That totally wasn't me..." I trailed off. "Even if it was, why would I only hospitalise two of them, why not all of them?" I said bluntly.

"Santana please there were witnesses..."

"Oh so what Pillsbury, Coach'll save my ass." I said forcefully.

"Just sit down Santana; I only want a couple of minutes." I appeased her begging and sat down.

"Alright, gimme your lecture." I said nonchalantly.

"There's no lecture big enough..." She muttered but I heard her.

"Sorry I'm such a lost cause." I spoke snidely.

"What happened to make you so angry? To make you want to hurt those students?"

"Why the hell should I tell you? Just so you could feel like you finally accomplished something in this dead end job you have."

"You know that's not the reason... I'm here to help Santana."

"Fine. So heres a question for you... How do you tell someone you love them?" Crap. I just blurted it out. My face flushed but I kept my eye contact steady.

"Oh... So love is making you angry?"

"Oh I'm sorry did I say that? No I didn't. I'm leaving." I got up and headed for the door.

"We'll talk tomorrow Santana."

"We'll see." I said as I left for the main entrance.

Shit, now Ms fucking Pillsbury knew I was in love. Thank god I didn't mention Brittany. Brittany! I had left her for ages. I got out of the building and saw a familiar blonde standing at the edge of the pavement. I snaked my hands around her waist and she jumped a little.

"Forgot where you parked again?" I whispered.

"No... I was just waiting." She lied. I giggled at her attempt to lie to me.

I took her hand and brought her to her car. She unlocked it with her keys and we both got in. She turned on the engine and put her hand on the clutch. I put my hand over hers and felt the warmth in her hand. It was an amazing feeling. She drove me to her house.

We pulled up at her house and she parked her car in the driveway. I grabbed my bag and got out. We linked our arms and we walked up to the front door. I rang the doorbell. Her mom answered the door.

"Santana!' she exclaimed and pulled me into a tight embrace. "How have you been sweetie?"

"I'm fine thank you." I smiled at her as she kissed Brittany on the forehead.

"Dinner is going to be late tonight girls, is that ok?" We nodded simultaneously and went to Brittany's room. I threw my bag on floor by her desk. Brittany grabbed my waist and pushed me up against the desk. She placed kisses on my lips. I put my arms around her neck and massaged it gently. She moaned quietly and made the kisses more passionate. She pulled back suddenly and put her index finger to my lips. She secured my hand and took me to the bed. She sat at her pillows cross-legged and gestured for me to do the same it the other end. I sat as she wished.

"Hi." She beamed.

"Hey Brittany." I said rather under enthused.

"Please talk to me..." Her expression was distant and unreadable

"We are talking B." I smiled.

"What's going on Santana?" she whimpered.

"Nothing Britt..."

"When I'm sad I tell you what's happening." Even though Brittany was never sad, I decided to go for it anyway.

"Ok... Well... The thing is that I really love you Britt, I do but if I try and do anything with you in public people will give us looks and call us names and stuff. Then Coach will find out about it and we'll be off the Cheerio's faster than you can say 'back flip'. Then Glee club will add us to the ever growing list of minorities and things might change between us. I mean you know I'd do anything for you, anything! It's just I need time to think this through. My heads been spinning and I hurt people Brittany, like really hurt. I was angry cause I didn't know what to do... I just love you."

Well done Lopez you fucked it up once again. Here comes the look. Brittany's face contorted into a frown.

"I have no idea what you just said, but I love you too." She said as she hugged me close.

I think my heart melted; again. Brittany didn't know what she was saying half the time but she had her moments of pure excellence. We embraced in silence for a few moments.

"I want to bake." Brittany deadpanned.

"Let's bake then."I smiled at her.

We spent the rest of the afternoon covered in flour and egg whites, which Britt's mom really didn't appreciate. We make buns and iced them. Then we all sat down to dinner and chatted about our day. I didn't really get to into the conversation. My mind was far too busy contemplating what I would say to Ms Pillsbury the next day. I went home and slept on it, still no better.