Hi Guys, here is the second instalment to the fic, I hope you enjoy. Please forgive any idiosyncrasies, I'm English and know little about America. Please let me know what you think, I'm working on the third chapter now so that'll likely be done today.

-I have no rights or ownership to these characters or anything mentioned in this fic, unforunately.

I came to a quick halt outside Britt's Spanish class at the end of the day; with a moment to spare I got to thinking about what Quinn had said to me earlier today. Maybe I could be more to Britt than just her best friend. I think that's what she wants, but I need to find out for sure. With these thoughts buzzing round my head, I pulled my bag more securely around my shoulders and scuffed my shoe against the slightly stained hallway floor.

Students from Brittany's class filed out of the room, but Britt had yet to cross the threshold. I must be feeling patient this afternoon, it was a full minute before I poked my head into the classroom to find out where she was.

"Ah, Santana, just the person I wanted to see"

Stood at his desk was Brittany, who did not look happy, in fact, she looked a little upset. Immediately I felt that protectiveness surge through me, why was he keeping her here?

"Mr Schue" I've never been pleased to see this half arsed excuse for a Spanish teacher. I continued my way into the room and walked straight to Brittany's side. I looked right at her but seemingly all she could muster was a sideways glance at me. Something was up.

"We have a bit of a problem Santana" I didn't even bother looking at him, too concerned I was with Brittany. "Unfortunately Brittany hasn't been doing too well in her latest quizzes, with it being so close to the end of the year it's key that we get her grades up to pass this class." Yeh, this caused me to look at him "I know you have your own workload, but considering the situation maybe you would be able to take the time to tutor Brittany?"

Why didn't B tell me she wasn't doing well, in Spanish of all subjects? "Yeh Mr Schue, I can make time, I gots this" I replied to him.

B didn't even look at me; she simply turned on her heel and left the room. I pivoted immediately and walked after her. Once we got outside I jogged to get to her side before unlocking my car, a beautiful red Audi, with my right hand, and opening her passenger side door with my left. I plastered a smile on my face as she brushed past me, muttering a thanks, to get into the car. I whizzed round to my side before plunging the key into the ignition and starting the car.

The car ride home was silent and tense. Eventually we pulled into my triple garage under the east wing of the house, located in the more, affluent, area of the town. Silence reined again as we got out of the car and entered the house, up the flight of stairs and into my bedroom. Dark walls surrounded a large deep coloured, wooden bed. Britt moved to sit on my bed, but unwilling to stand this anymore I walked into my wardrobe and rid myself of the Cheerios uniform that we are forced to wear to school. I popped into some more comfy clothes, before positively trudging back into my room. I sat next to Britt on my bed and prepared for the conversation.

"I was embarrassed"

Okay, straight down to business then. Why was she embarrassed? Sure, B wasn't regarded as the brightest student, but she was one talented woman, truly blessed was she, that when she made her way dancing across a stage the world seemed to stop spinning. Time stood still. For one moment, she was the epicentre of everything, and anything that existed in my world.

"B, you are amazing, beautiful and talented, why is there any reason for you to be embarrassed about this?"

I could see she dismissed my compliments, and instead continued stewing in her thoughts. After a moments silence, she finally looked my way.

"San, you are the smartest person I've ever met" Britt said, wringing her hands together "I'm not, i mean Yeh I'm passing school but never have I excelled. I don't want to let you down when you have such a Bright future, I'm so stupid"

Instantly, I pressed both hands to her cheeks and pulled her ocean blue eyes into mine. I stroked my thumbs over her cheekbones, with such tenderness that it often surprises me. As I leant forwards, I felt B's hand on my thigh, but it was tentative, and quiet in its intentions. I pressed on and finally touched my lips to hers. It was slow, easy, full of all the emotions I can't find the words to express, yet.

Britt backed away pretty quickly, but I didn't let it deter me. "B, you are not nor have you ever been stupid. You're you. You're perfect. You're perfect, and you're perfect to me. I want you to come to me when you need help, I'm your best friend and I want to help. It's me and you Britt, let's do it together"

She smiled. She smiled! I guess I said something right.

"S, I need your help." I had to crack a smile at this too. "Spanish is hard, and I have another quiz next week that I'm not prepared for"

"Well lucky for you B, there's a fluent speaker in the room, so let's get down to it!"

The next week passed pretty quickly, we spent every evening during the school week and most of the weekend working on B's Spanish, with marked improvement. That's where she is now, taking her penultimate Spanish quiz of the year, whilst I'm stuck with Quinn in a free study period in the library.

"Quinn, dear god stop looking at me. It's infuriating and if I didn't know any better I'd think you have a soft spot for me" I winked at her for effect.

"Bitchy Latinas, so not my type S. However, pretty sure that's Britt's type." Oh, so Quinn can wink too. Not exactly subtle, but certainly gets right to the point. I looked at her, glaringly, knowing exactly what she was insinuating. I wanted to get up and leave, but something was keeping me rooted to my chair.

"Q, no. Not now" I retorted dismissively.

"Santana your being ridiculous, like utterly ridiculous! Why have you not done anything yet? It's been a week since you left me standing in the bathroom, and yet no progress has been made with you two"

"We've been busy Quinn, studying! There hasn't been any time for anything else" I responded, not exactly a lie, but definitely not the whole truth.

"Oh grow some S, we both know when you want something you make it happen. Wait a minute, I see, you don't want to be with Brittany, well let's be honest there are plenty of other" - "Quinn stop" I interrupted her, playing right into her hands, I slipped up "of course I want to be with her"

Well there it is. The statement just hangs there. Quinn's looking at me, I'm looking at everything but her, knowing the impact of what I just admitted. Black and white, clear as day, I started fidgeting nervously.

"There you go S, step one, admit you want to be with her. Step two" Quinn starts ticking off her fingers "admit to her you want to be with her." Quinn wasn't disgusted, she didn't run away and she didn't ask a million questions. Sure there are other out, gay kids in the school this year, and yes I have recently admitted to myself that I prefer girls (well, one girl) to guys, but I still expect an awful response when it's said out loud.

"Q, we are the most powerful girls in this place, what do you think people are going to start saying about me if the find out about my, situation" I said the latter more quietly. It would be so easy, if my popularity wasn't so key to getting through high school.

"We protect each other S, we're Cheerios. You may be feared, but B is loved. Well keep you safe, land well, you'll do what you do best and bitch out those who dare question any of us. Either way, dear god stop letting it get it the way of your happiness. It's dragging us all down!" Quinn finished off with a smile.

Quinn's right, she is, I know she is. But sometimes it's so hard to let something go you've been keeping for so long. My thoughts end up on Brittany, as they so often do. She is more important that so called popularity, she is everything really.

The bell rang and I sent one, almost grateful, look Quinn's way, before I left the room. I arrived at the Spanish room just as Britt was leaving it, she looked at me, and a shy smile crossed her lips.

"Yeh S, it went well" she murmured as we left the hallways and entered the parking lot to head home "I guess all our work paid off"

I chuckled, she did much more than I did. "It's all you B, I knew you could do it" I looked in her eyes over the roof of the car, a small smile teetered on my lips as I opened the car door and got in. Britt did the same and soon we were making our way down the winding streets to Britt's house, only a couple of streets over from mine in the upper part of Lima. We parked up and left the car in the drive, before making our way up to Britt's room.

Once inside, she shut the door behind her and pulled me into her embrace. She smiled that special smile, you know the one reserved for me, and nudged her nose against mine. Comfortable. I felt at home in her arms. Her strong, pale, loving arms. Hands splayed my back, as mine landed behind her neck. I pulled her in, no longer a slither of air between us, and pressed my lips to hers. We were practically grinning like Cheshire cats as our lips moved against each others softly. I pushed my hands up into her hair and gripped as I stroked my tongue against her lower lip, eliciting a moan from those perfect lips. Taking this opportunity I slipped my tongue into her mouth and languidly moved it against hers. This pleased her, I could tell, her hands tightened against me, pulling me ever closer, flat against her body.

We made our way over to her bed, lying prone against each other. She settled on top of me, not unusual despite my protests that I should be on top. Hands started roaming, from my back, to my waist, to my hips, beginning their upwards journey.

"Wait wait, Britt" I had to stop this before it could go any further, I had to get something off my chest, so to speak. Britt was looking down at me with questioning eyes, stopping our progress in the horizontal dance was not normal. "I need to speak to you about something" I uttered those words quietly, embarrassed as I was.

We sat up, unwillingly I had to remove Britt from my lap so she sat beside me, this was not a conversation I could have in such a position.

" Britt" I started "I, uh, we've been friends a long time. Through the uh, the boyfriends and the boy toys. The spits and the spats. And, uh, I need to tell you something." The pause, a moment left hanging, gave me time to get out the words "Britt, ilikeyou" well, no, I love you, but I guess that's close enough for now.

"S, I like you too" Britt replies. I can tell she's a bit confused, we're best friends, of course we like each other.

"No B, I like you, like you" god I don't think I could be more awkward. Since when did talking with Britt become so difficult.

"S, I like you too, like I like you, like you too" Britt states, like its the most obvious thing in the world.

I couldn't believe it, she feels the same way I do, right? No she couldn't, she's probably confused still. It's exasperating, this conversation.

"I want to date you Britt. I want to take you out and do things that couples do. I want to hold your hand. I want to kiss you, whenever I want. I don't want anyone else to look at you. I don't, just want to be your friend any more" well, that should clear the air I thought. Who knew I had quite so many words in me this evening!

"Yeh S, I want the same" okay, so maybe she does understand, well, good news, good news indeed!

I leant in, pressed a delicate kiss against her lips as I felt the tension leave my body. As each second passed, I felt myself relaxing, but I had to ask.

"Britt, would you go on a date with me?" I didn't feel as nervous as I perhaps could.

She nodded, nodded! As in yes, yes she wants to go on a date with me! I positively burst with happiness, so much so I scooped her up in my arms, did a loop of the bed, whilst she giggled away, such a joyous sound to ring in my ears, before placing her down on the bed, and cuddling up to her.

Yes, today was a good day, and now I have a date to plan.