Santana's POV...

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Let's skip back to this morning shall we? I completely forgot about that meeting with Ms Pillsbury and then what would I do with Brittany, she couldn't go a minute without needing help. Who the hell is scared enough of me and would actually give a damn? Berry. I craned around saw her at her locker. I marched over and Brittany followed. I convinced her to 'mind' Brittany while I wasn't there and answer any questions she may have. She nodded in agreement and whisked Brittany off to her first class.

I headed towards Ms P's office and started to feel nervous, she going to ask me all this stuff about love and I'm going to look like a jackass. She'll probably give me a pamphlet as well, joy. I knocked on her door and she looked up from her desk and beamed and waved me in. I took a seat in a chair in front of her desk.

"Santana, I didn't think you'd come." She said a little surprised.

"Wait, you mean I had a choice?" I sniped.

"Well, of course...-" She replied thoughtfully.

"Later then Ms Pills" I retorted quickly as I got up out of my seat.

"Please Santana, stay. We obviously have much to discuss."

I part of me nagged, wanting so desperately just to tell her everything and for her to help me. Then sanity kicked back in.

"Look, I don't need you." I said as I turned and reached for the door.

"So you don't want to know how to tell someone you love them?" She queried.

That hit a nerve. It wasn't exactly what I needed to know but I'm sure she's dealt with my sort of situation before. Completely in love with a girl, but far too much popularity to throw away. I mean I really cared for Brittany but I knew as soon as we told people about us we'd be knocked down to the sub-basement of popularity.

"I'll stay but only because I don't want to go to class." I said bluntly

"That's fine, now take a seat." Her overly large eyes followed me to the chair.

She shuffled through her boxes of pamphlet and grabbed one; knew it. She handed it to me, its title: 'Is it really love?' I immediately threw the piece of card back on her desk. I folded my arms and I'm pretty sure the stare I gave her physically hurt her.

"What's wrong with that? It could be it fact quite helpful." She nodded encouragingly.

"Just no. You don't understand." I grunted.

"Well then please explain to me what's going on...?" She went quiet at the end of her sentence.

"I'm in love with someone and they love me back."

"And that made you hurt people?"

"Can you try and not patronise me?" I remark. She wasn't making this easy by any means. She was supposed to help me.

"Santana I have something to admit..." She bit her lip self consciously.

"What?"

"Yesterday after our chat, I saw... you and Brittany outside in an embrace, is the predicament you're in anything to do with her?" she said nervously.

I could tell her yes or I could shrug it off like she was being her usual crazy self. I needed to tell someone, I was going crazy.

"You tell anyone about anything and I swear Ms Pillsbury, I'll make sure you lose your job." I said in a deadly tone.

She gave me her deer in the headlights look. "I assure you we are understood, now please go on."

I took a deep breath and begun my story. I explained how I loved Brittany since the first second I saw her dance and how nowadays my feelings are just growing stronger. I attempted to explain where my head was but it was difficult to comprehend. I love Brittany but my reputation is so important right now. I don't want to seem like I love my reputation more because frankly no matter what it is Brittany's better. When we graduate from McKinley High Brittany and I can do what we like because we'll leave here, leave stupid close minded Lima. I wanted to care for her, be her rock, even more so then I am now. I've worked so hard for the title of 'Queen Bitch' and if I were to do anything with Brittany I might as well have been Rachel Berry I'd be so unpopular.

I breathed out and she just looked at me in...awe; Her eyes welling up.

"Ms Pillsbury?"

"That's beautiful Santana!" She exclaimed.

She turned around to her mountainous piles of leaflets and took another one and handed it to me, it was entitled: 'It's ok to like it that way.'

"Are you actually serious?" I placed the pamphlet onto her desk with a scowl.

"Santana, are you positive you love Brittany as much as you think you do?"

I thought about this question. Images of Brittany and I were washing over my mind's eye. Kissing, hugging, playing, singing, dancing, cheering, sleeping, holding hands, driving and talking. There were memories from childhood and adolescence coming back to me now. I remembered the first time we went to the park to feed the ducks and Brittany throwing the bread into them but forgot to let go. She went head first into the shallow pond. I laughed so hard I nearly choked and then she chuckled melodiously. The emotions in those memories were overwhelming. I love her.

"Yes... I love her with all my heart." I sobbed. Tears leaked from my eyes and streamed down my face.

"Santana I know you really do not want my involvement but really want to help." She said with great care. "I could speak to Brittany."

"Yes." I replied before I could think. The worst that would come out of that would be that Brittany would actually remember what Ms Pillsbury said.

She clapped her hands together. "This will all be ok; I'll make sure of that." She then handed me a box of tissues.

With that sentence a weight was lifted off my shoulders. She could carry the burden from now on. Maybe things would work out after all.

"Can I go now Ms P?"

"Yes, but let Brittany know I want to speak with her."

"Ok... and thanks." I said as I left her office and headed down the hall towards the bathroom. I just needed to cry for a few minutes. I stood at the sinks in the bathroom and allowed tears to streak my face. Then I heard the creak of the door being opened.

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

Brittany's head peaked around the corner. She came over and attempted to wipe some of the tears away and then she hugged me. I nestled my head in her neck and continued to cry. After I had composed myself I turned away to tend to my makeup. I informed Brittany that Ms Pillsbury wanted to see her next class, and she was concerned that I had got her in trouble. She walked over to me and gave me a hug and placed a kiss on my forehead. She then went off to Ms Pillsbury's office.

I wondered what she'd say, how she'd react; All in due course.