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Brittany's POV

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

I felt bad for leaving Santana crying, but as she said I didn't want to keep Ms P waiting. I was worried that Ms Pillsbury would start shouting at me about keeping birds in my locker again; they were fun to play with. I skipped along the hall and came up to her office. I knocked on the door gently and went in. She was sitting in her chair rummaging carefully through her leaflets. I hated them... they were confusing.

"Hi Ms Pillsbury." I beamed.

"Oh, hello there Brittany." She matched my beam slightly surprised by my presence. "I trust Santana has sent you here."

"Uhh huuh, but if it's about the birds, I swear there all gone. I only keep them in my wardrobe at home." I smiled proudly.

"No it's not but... Well done I guess Brittany, please take a seat."

I sat down a fidgeted with the end of my skirt nervously. If it wasn't about the birds... what the hell could it be?

"Brittany, may I just begin?" she asked gently.

"Umm, I guess so."

"Well I start with a couple of questions." She paused and begun her rant. "Do you love anyone Brittany?"

"Of course I do! There's my mom, my dad, my sister, my cat... but no so much recently seen as she knows all my secrets, Glee club, Quinn, Becky and... Santana." I made a pause before I said her name.

"If I were ask you who loved the most... who would you say?"

"Umm San-...My mom." I cut across myself, these questions were hard.

Ms Pillsbury gave me a puzzled look and continued. "Do you think your strong Brittany?"

"I can lift Santana... so yea." I said smoothly.

"I don't think you understand, I mean do you think you're strong willed?" I screwed up my face in confusion. "When you want something do you work hard to get it?" She rephrased.

I still didn't really get it. "Well one time I really wanted to kiss Santana and eventually I did. Is that what you mean?" I took a minute to think about what I said and I felt my cheeks turn pink.

Ms Pillsbury ruffled through the random papers on her desk and cleared her throat. "Well now that you've mentioned Santana, can we talk about her?"

"Sure." I shrugged.

"And how much do you love Santana?" She inquired.

I stretched out my arms as far as they would go. "This much."

"I see." She nodded. "And what would happen if she were to go? You know, just leave?"

"Oh, is Santana gone?" I held a hand over my mouth in shock.

"My dear no! This just hypothetical." I stared at her blankly.

"I had hypothetical once, I was super cold."

"No no, hypothetical not hypothermia; hypothetical means pretend."

I hate words. "Oh. Anyway, what's wrong with Santana?" I said more seriously.

"Nothing I'm just wondering what you would do if she ever went away?" She asked again.

"Umm..." I pondered the question for a few moments because to be honest I wasn't sure what to say. Santana was always there, and she helped me and stuff. She always knew the combo to my lock and I pretend to forget it sometimes so I can act like I owe her because she opened it, then I'd get to repay her later. I giggled out loud at that thought. I loved Santana for helping me, she thought I didn't realise but I knew. I knew how when people would call me names like stupid or whatever she'd go straight back to them and kill them in an effort to protect me. I knew that after she thought I was asleep she'd put her arms around me and keep me warm. I knew that she loved me.

"Ms P, I'd die." I said in complete deadpan.

"Brittany do you think you're overreacting slightly?"

"No, I don't know what I d do if Santana wasn't there, it's like she's a part of me."

Ms Pillsbury smiled. "Do you think you and Santana could be more then friends sometimes?"

"Yea I guess so... Can I tell you a secret?" I wrung my hands nervously.

"Of course, go ahead..." She trailed off to allow me to speak.

"Umm... Santana says she loves me and everything but I really wanna, you know... go out, be more then friends... whatever. She says it couldn't happen because of the reputation she has but if she loves me as much as she says she does she wouldn't care." I paused for a moment and continued. "I mean I'd do pretty much anything for her but this, asking me to keep 'us' on hold is too much." I breathed out and a single tear fell from my eye to my cheek. I sniffled and looked towards Ms Pillsbury.

"I understand it must hurt, a lot, but Santana just needs time to think and realise how much you mean to her."

I nodded. "But how much longer will it take?" The tears started to flow more steadily now.

She handed me a tissue and answered. "It's hard to know with Santana but I could talk to her and try and make her see."

I was happy she suggested this, I shrugged and nodded. "That'd help I guess."

"Good, I will speak with her tomorrow."

"Can you tell her it has nothing to do with me?" I inquired seriously.

Ms Pillsbury chuckled and nodded "I won't, I swear."

I sighed deeply and dabbed my eyes once more with the tissue. The bell rang at that moment.

"Look at that, time flies when you're having fun, ey? She said chirpily.

"This wasn't that fun." I said with blank honesty.

"I understand. Go home and get some rest Brittany, don't think about Santana, I'll get it all fixed."

I nodded and got up from the seat, I waved goodbye to her as I left. I walked down the hall towards my locker and a tanned Latina stood next to it. She gathered me up in a comforting hug and stroked my hair.

"So..?"

"She kept talking about you it was so weird." I replied.

"Haha yea, I told she was crazy." She looked down at the ground for a couple of moments and then looked back up. "Wanna come over tonight?

"Sure." I said without thinking. So much for not thinking about Santana tonight. At least Ms P would deal with her tomorrow. So much for getting rest too, with Santana around that wasn't really on the cards.