Author's Note: Sorry for the long delay guys, after The Break-Up I was too upset to write Brittana fanfiction for a while but finally here's the latest instalment of LMHOTDF. I hope you enjoy it! ~ KennyEchelon

The rest of cheer practice that day seemed to fly by. I knew any second that I was going to stop being hyper and start overthinking after paranoia took over, so I decided to enjoy it while I could. Well, that's what I saw in a crappy chick-flick once, anyway.

Brittany naturally did amazingly in the Dance Showcase, flaunting her moves.

The music from the routine was so loud that we didn't notice the door creak open. The instructor was too busy making sure we were doing everything right to see the figure leaning against the doorframe.

He couldn't have been more than 19 but he was obviously a student at the college (He was wearing a Louisville hoodie; I'm not that good.) I suppose he was trying to check out the older girls there because he was giving off a seriously creepy vibe.

I watched him suspiciously, only not reporting him because I didn't want to be the one to disrupt the class. Britt was totally oblivious- channelling the same passion and energy into the routine as she would at her own dance school.

I followed the guy's eye-line and I saw that he was leering at her, rubbing his thumb across his bottom lip and smirking. Rage coursed through me, my jealousy and anger making it harder for me to keep quiet.

I argued with myself, getting madder and madder just watching his eyes wander all over Brittany. If I could, I would've punched his little sleazy face right there.

Eventually, I caved and yelled "Coach!" Seeing my face, the coach turned to see where I was looking, only to see his leg disappear through the doorway. She followed him, leaving the class stood there, wondering what was going on. There was pure hysteria.

"What was that?" asked Britt "Oh my god, I could've been an alien! I always knew we weren't alone!"

Lucy just blinked.

"It's nothing, Brittany, don't worry about it" she replied. It was best not to make her worry.

My arms found their way around her waist and I rested my cheek against her shoulder blade. I didn't like other people staring at her. She was mine.

Later on, we had dinner, which we spent talking to Lucy and giggling at each other's jokes. I looked over the table at Luce, thinking about how much I was going to miss her when we left tomorrow. I know we'd only known each other for two days tops, but the only other person who'd welcomed me like that was Britt, and I wasn't about to give that up. Sure, her Jesus crap got annoying at times but I could let that slide seeing as she wasn't exactly hitting me over the head with a Bible or anything.

After another few hours of practice, we all left to shower and go to our respective dorms. Britt and I said goodnight to Lucy at the end of the corridor and went to our room. We got changed out of our clothes and into our pyjamas.

Brittany sat cross-legged on the bed opposite me, babbling on about extra-terrestrial invasion and how we should be prepared to welcome other life forms to our planet. I let her believe what she wanted because a) she might've freaked out if she knew the truth and b) I was being a possessive bitch.

After a while, she grew quiet.

"San, can I talk to you?"

My stomach dropped. "I thought you already were?"

"No, I mean talk."

"If this is about this morning, do we have to?"

She met my eyes and held my gaze. "Yes, yes we do."

I felt my face grow hot and my chest tighten. I knew the good feeling wouldn't last. She was going to say that she didn't mean it and that it was nothing. I knew it.

I couldn't breathe. I felt like I was suffocating. So when she said: "I have feelings for you, Santana" it was like a breath of fresh air.

"R-really?"

Her face flickered, unreadable. "I-I'm sorry if that makes you feel weird b-but I just can't lie to you."

"I want you too" I replied quickly.

Brittany's face lit up and she squealed, clapping her hands over her mouth. I faltered, not knowing if I should've said what was on my mind, but I figured that we'd been best friends for months and I could trust her completely.

"While we're on the topic of honesty, I have to confess something."

"Yeah?" asked Britt.

"I... had a...sex dream about you last night."

She looked shocked and I instantly regretted my words. Then, she blushed.

"Me too" she admitted "and it wasn't the first time."

I grinned. She'd been fantasizing about me the whole time? Score.

"I've been thinking about it a lot, and I realized that I wanna make those dreams come true. But only if you want to, you know?" Brittany said, lowering her eyes and picking at her bed covers.

Her abruptness caught me off guard and I had to force out a reply. "I-it's a bit sudden, isn't it?"

"Just think about it. I know you're not a virgin, and even if I am, I wanna lose my V-card to someone I actually trust. You're my best friend and you mean the world to me. We both want it but we'll never know if it's right unless we do it. We've know each other for ages but if you're worried about things getting weird, they've already got weird with us kissing and everything."

I couldn't deny that I was tempted. There she was, offering herself to me, giving me all the reasons I needed to say yes. She really is clever sometimes. She knows how to get what she wants.

So naturally, I couldn't say no.