Brittany's POV...

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

I got up the next morning feeling satisfied with the evening previous. It was fun because Santana's smile always made me melt inside. I flopped out of bed and into my Cheerio's outfit. I primped and preened myself in the mirror. I fixed up my hair into my ponytail and grabbed and apple from down in the kitchen. I seized my bag and flew out the front door. I sensed I was running late.

I drove up to Santana's house but she wasn't waiting outside. In the distance I saw a pair of very tanned legs walking down the sidewalk. I drifted the car alongside her and rolled down the window.

"Sorry." I shouted out the window

She glanced sideways and smiled. "It's ok, are you gonna stop the car or leave me walking?"

I put my foot on the brake almost immediately. She opened the door and put her bag on her lap. She looked unsettled and like she hadn't slept much, but I decide not to mention it. I put my hand on her lap and look at her knowingly and she grinned inwardly.

We pulled up in the car park and I pecked Santana on the check as she blushed. We got out and locked our pinkies as we walked through the front door.

"Fuck." Santana murmured.

"What's up?"

"I've a meeting with that crazy ginger lady." She said bitterly.

"Ms Pillsbury, oh I like her!" I beamed.

"B, I'm going have to go to her office now, will you be ok?"

"Yup." I said and stood still unsure as to where to go.

Santana stood still for a moment. Her face warped deep in thought.

"San?" I enquired.

"One second Britt." She took a few more moments. "Got it!" As a light bulb flicked on over her head.

Santana stood on her tippy toes and craned around. She then walked a short way down the hall and I followed. She came to a stop at Rachel Berry's locker. Rachel looked sort of frightened and stood back from her locker as Santana slammed it closed.

"Berry, King of the Man Hands, you're going to do me a favour."

"Hello to you too Santana." She said as she nervously tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"You're gonna bring Brittany to and from class and answer any question she may have, ok?" she said as I stood the blankly.

"And why would I do that?"

"Because if you don't, I'll break your face so bad that the only part you would ever get on Broadway would be the phantom of the fucking opera." She spewed harshly

She gave Santana a look of utter disgust. "Oh, I see. Will I be rewarded if I do this for you?" Rachel questioned shyly.

"Yes, but you'll have to do it to find out what the prize is Jewnose, now mush."

"Em... Ok c'mon Brittany to class I must escort thee."

"I'll see you later Britt, don't worry." She smirked at me.

"Bye Sanny." I blew her a kiss and she just laughed.

Rachel then flicked through my timetable and saw that we had English together. She brought me to the classroom and sat me down next to her. I wasn't really sure what to do without Santana there. I spotted Quinn and she waved and returned the greeting. English was hard because there were so many words and some of them had more than one meaning so I just stuck to doodling on the side of copybook.

The next class Rachel brought me too was Spanish. She left me at the door and batted her eyelashes at Mr Schuester. I walked in a sat down the back. I normally liked this class because Santana had all the answers, but that that she wasn't here it's like I had never heard of Spanish before, ever. Mr Schue came down to my desk and asked about Santana's whereabouts. I told him she was with Ms Pillsbury and he nodded and headed back up the front. I wondered what Santana was discussing with Ms P.

I can't remember the rest of the classes that came around, but soon enough it was lunchtime. I went to the bathroom and as soon as I opened the door. I heard a screech from within.

"DO NOT COME IN, OR I SWEAR I'LL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF!"

I popped my head around the corner. "S?"

"Brittany?" she whispered.

I went over to Santana, the makeup on her face streaked in tear tracks. I wiped a few stray tears off her cheeks and pulled her into a hug. She burrowed her head into my neck and cried some more. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer. Her breaths were sharp and her sobs continuous. I pushed her away but kept hold of her shoulders, so that I could look her in the eye.

"Tell me what's wrong Santana..."

She pulled away and refused.

"Santana..." I pleaded.

She shook her head and simply declared. "Ms Pillsbury wants to see you next class." She then turned away and tended to herself in the mirror.

"Did you get me in trouble?" I asked.

"Of course not B, she just wants to talk."

"Is it because of what you were just saying to her or something?" I was confused.

"Britt please..." She begged me to end the questioning.

I grabbed her and pulled her close for another hug. Her tears subsided and she regained her normal Santana-ness. She pulled away and started to reapply her make up in the mirror. She glared deep into her reflection.

"Santana everybody cries." I stated.

"I know, everyone except me." She sighed.

Santana was always so hard on herself; she always needed to do as good as humanly possible. Sometimes it was difficult because I thought she would just be generally underwhelmed by the things I did, but she cared about me; she'd put on her smile and give me complements about whatever I had achieved. I loved her because she went out of her usual routine to care for me.

"Britt, head to Ms P's office now. Don't keep her waiting."

"Are you ok though?"

"Of course I am, now go." She said with a slight smirk.

I stole another hug and kissed her gently on her forehead before headed out to Ms Pillsbury's office. I wonder if we're going to talk about boundaries again.