A/N: I suck at updating. I'm terribly sorry! Just got an enormous case of writer's block, but hopefully I'll be back to updating regularly soon. Thank you for reading and keeping up with the story. You guys are the best! 3

The next morning I walked into school early. I figured if I was going to be in Glee club, I should at least make it fun. I sat in the choir room, looking through some songs that Mr. Schuester wanted us to sing. Just as I was about to pick my song for the week, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around to see Brittany walking up next to me.

"Hi!" She said excitedly.

"Hey beautiful," I smiled. She wrapped her arms around my waist as I pulled her into a hug. As my head rested on her shoulder, I could smell vanilla in her hair. I had to say I really liked that smell. I can't explain it but the smell just reminded me of Brittany. She pulled back and brushed some hair out of my face, keeping her other arm on my waist.

"So did you want to hang out after school today?" I asked.

"I can't. My parents are taking me and my sister away for the weekend."

"Oh," I sighed. Brittany going away, even for a weekend was one of the worst things for me. With her gone, I'd have to stay at home with Lisa and Bob and suffice to say, my weekend was going to suck.

"You could come with if you want," she suggested. I quickly shook my head.

"No, I'm not going to intrude on your family vacation. Go, have fun. I'll see you when you get back." She leaned down slightly and planted a soft kiss on my lips. I slipped my arms around her neck just as I heard someone else walk through the door. We both instantly stepped back to find Kurt walking past us to sit on a chair in the back of the room.

"I better get going," said Brittany cautiously. She picked up her book bag and quickly walked out of the room leaving me alone with Kurt.

"If you tell anyone what you saw today, I will make sure the remainder of your high school life is a living hell, do you understand?" I chose not to turn around and face him but instead kept my back towards him.

"I wasn't planning on telling anyone. Some people just can't be as comfortable about their sexuality as I am," he said as he continued to look down at book in his hand.

"And just what's that supposed to mean?" I huffed, putting my hands on my hips.

"Geez, why do you take everything so personally? All I simply meant was that you're confused about who you are. I get it. I was there once. You don't want people trying to pretend they know who you are when you haven't even figured that part out for yourself." I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down.

"Sorry," I said turning around, "It's just not something I want other people knowing."

"I get that," he nodded, finally looking up from his book.

"How are you so comfortable with it?" I figured Kurt would know my situation better than anybody else.

"I don't know," he shrugged, "I just am. I realized that it doesn't matter what people think about you, it's what you think of yourself. I know that sounds totally cliché, but it's the truth. If you can't accept yourself for who you are, how are other people supposed to?" I sat down next to him as he looked me in the eye. "You'll realize it sooner or later too Santana. People may say things about you; they may call you names and purposely try to hurt you because they don't like who you are, but none of that matters. All that matters is that you've found someone you can be yourself around, someone who makes you feel comfortable and who makes you feel safe. You can't let anyone tell you any differently." Kurt stood up and gathered his things. He was halfway to the door before I spoke again.

"Kurt," I called out. He turned around. "Thank you," I said humbly. He nodded and headed out the door.

"Hi." I slipped through the door to Bob and Lisa's house and went straight to my room upstairs. They didn't even notice I had come home, which was really no surprise to me. As I walked into my room, I noticed that nothing was the same. The walls were painted a pastel yellow color and the room looked like a nursery for a child. I ran downstairs to question them.

"What happened to my room?" I demanded.

"We turned it into a nursery. Lisa and I are expecting a baby," Bob said washing the dishes.

"So where the fuck am I supposed to sleep?"

"We put all your stuff in the basement, and watch your language! You are lucky that we even took you in, we don't need to put up with that kind of stuff in our house!" Before he even had time to finish, I stormed downstairs to the basement where my stuff was just randomly scattered around. About 2 hours later, I finally finished setting my new room up to the way my old room looked before. I got hungry so I went upstairs to see if it was dinner time yet.

"Is it dinner time yet?" I asked Lisa.

"We ate two hours ago."

"And you didn't think to invite me to dinner? I live in this house y'know."

"Well lately it doesn't seem like you do. I haven't seen you in weeks. For all I know you could've moved in with that dumb blonde friend of yours."

"Her name is Brittany and you do not have the right to talk about her like that! You've never even met her; you don't know the first thing about her!" I ran straight back down to my room, shutting the door behind me. Who does she think she is talking about Brittany like that? She's only seen her once, when she actually picked me up from school, other than that she knows nothing about her. It really pisses me off how people act like they know Brittany. Nobody knows Brittany as well as I do. Suddenly my phone went off. I checked it to find a voice message from Brittany. I flipped open my phone and heard Brittany's voice.

"Hi San, it's me Brittany. Well, obviously you know that because my number probably showed up on your phone and you would recognize my voice…"

"Brittany, get on with it!" I heard a voice (her sister) say in the background. I couldn't help but laugh. Brittany was just so cute.

"Right, sorry. Anyways I just wanted to say that I hope you have a good weekend and I will see you when I get home. Don't have too much fun without me." Like that was possible. "Okay, bye Santanny," was the last thing she said before she hung up. That voice mail was pretty much the soundtrack of my night. Hearing Brittany's voice definitely helped me get to sleep that night. I couldn't wait until the weekend was over with.

"Guess who!" As I stood by my locker Monday morning, I felt two hands cover my eyes. I automatically knew it was Brittany.

"I'm guessing it's you Britt."

"Aw how did you know?" She sounded a little disappointed.

"Your voice pretty much gave you away," I laughed. I removed her hands from my eyes and held them in mine. "I missed you."

"I missed you too. How was your weekend?"

"It sucked. It would've been a lot better if you were here. Lisa and Bob turned my room into a nursery, so now I have to sleep in the basement."

"They didn't even ask you?" I shook my head.

"Well I'm sorry Sanny," she frowned

"It's alright Brit. How was your weekend?" I changed the subject.

"It was really good! We went to this farm in Tennessee and I got to milk cows and feed chickens and everything!" If there was one thing Brittany was passionate about; it was animals. I knew that from the day we first met. If there was a bird lying on the sidewalk with a broken wing, she'd take it home and nurse it back to health. It didn't matter what kind of animal it was; she loved all of them. That was one of the things I really liked about her.

"I'm glad you had a good time on your trip Brittany," I smiled.

"Thank you. We can hang out tonight if you want," she said, pulling me into an embrace.

"I wouldn't miss it for anything. I'm glad you're back Britt." I sighed contently into her shoulder.