AN: Sorry for not updating ALL week, I've been very busy lately. Anyway, here it is chapter 5. Enjoy.

It was February the 14th, Valentine's Day. The big V day, as Santana called it. Down at the breakfast a giant bouquet of roses was waiting for Brittany's mum, (from her dad obviously.) Brittany poured her lucky charms into a bowl, her dad spoke to her,

"Are you going out tonight?"

"Maybe, I don't know." Brittany replied through a mouthful of cereal.

"Your boyfriend hasn't asked you yet then?"

Brittany flushed; she hated it when her parents did this. Do you have a boyfriend yet? What's his name? Does he go to your school? Brittany didn't have a boyfriend, she had been on dates, kissed a lot of boys, and had a couple over even if her parents were out. But she didn't have a boyfriend.

"I've told you before dad, I don't have a boyfriend."

"Hey!" her dad smiled, "I was just asking."

Brittany left for school early; the school front was adorned with red love hearts and pink streamers, couples making a great big scene, just because it was Valentine's Day.

"eugh." A voice said, "This sucks doesn't it." Santana came up from behind her, "we are the hottest bitches here and not one boy has even sent me a valentine this morning."

Brittany nodded in agreement, "Quinn texted and she's already had flowers sent."

"God! Is too much to ask, for some super-hot boy to give me a cringey card, some jewellery or whatever, smile at me like an insane person and take me out?"

"I know," Brittany replied as they walked into school, "any way I got you something." Brittany pulled a piece of paper out of her bag, Santana read it aloud,

" 'Lord Tubbington thinks you're purrrfect and so do I.' Britt this is so sweet," she gave her friend a hug, "I'm going to put it in my locker." Santana opened up her locker and three cards fell out onto the floor. Santana raised her eyebrows at them, but she didn't pick them up, she pinned Brittany's card in the top first, then bent down and gathered them up. Brittany nudged Santana and the both exploded into giggles of excitement.

"Open that one first!" Brittany giggled. The two spent the entirety of, math guessing who the cards where from,

"Matt Rutherford," Brittany whispered, "he's always gawking at you."

"It could always be some dweeb though." Santana said doubtfully.

"Nah," Brittany reassured her, "it's probably Puck."

Brittany got so caught up in Santana's valentines that she didn't think about checking her own locker till after math. Two cards were safely lodged in the air vent. The first read,

Lives are for living, I live for you
Dreams are for dreaming, I dream of you
Hearts are for beating, mine beats for you
Angels are for keeping, can I keep you?

"That's so romantic," Quinn smiled as she read it over Brittany's shoulder. Trailing behind Quinn was a red balloon, and she had a rose pinned to her uniform.

"Who could it could be from?" Brittany said putting the card in her locker and opening the next one.

It read,

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I'm your secret admirer

Can you guess who?

"That's cute too," Quinn smiled. "Like absolutely adorable."

At lunch Brittany showed Santana the cards,

"I wonder," Santana said, "Mike Chang!"

"Shut up!" Brittany giggled pushing Santana. Santana turned to Quinn,

"How many cards did you get?"

"Eleven," Quinn blushed

"Seriously, eleven…"

Brittany tuned their conversation out. She was watching Finn Hudson from celibacy club, he was heading towards them. Suddenly a girl stopped him; Brittany knew who she, Rachel Berry: Big ego, big voice, big nose. Rachel handed Finn a card, it had gold calligraphy on it, and she smiled at him hopefully. He gave her a nervous smile in return, a nod of gratitude and walked off. He didn't even open the card. He put it down on the nearest table. Brittany watched her face fall, her eyes welled up and turning red she walked away. Brittany felt a stab of guilt. Rachel Berry was unlikely to receive any Valentine's and had just had her card cruelly rejected. It didn't seem fair.

Finn meanwhile was walking towards their table, he began,

"Quinn, you are the nicest person I've ever met and all kinds of awesome. I've been trying to ask you out since I joined the celibacy club, and I thought why not now, on Valentine's Day, when you're with all your friends." He stopped and pulled a jewellery box out of his letterman jacket.

"Quinn Fabray, will you be my date to BreadstiX tonight, will you be my Valentine." He opened up the long purple box; inside it was a bracelet, with cute Q charm. Quinn placed her hand on her heart, her mouth the perfect O. She answered him,

"Yes, I'd love to." The Cheerios squealed and gasped, and Brittany hugged her with joy, but soon Brittany got distracted by Rachel Berry, who was sitting on the floor with her lunch pretending she didn't care.

Brittany ran into to geography class eagerly, dumping her bag on a seat at the back, and then sitting in the neighbouring chair. She was saving the seat for Santana. They never ever did much work in class (it was freshman year, who cares?) and sitting next to each other was a perfect way of passing the time. Santana was five minutes late, and swaggered into class, when she saw that Brittany had reserved her seat she grinned broadly and sat down.

"Oh my god Britt, I can't believe what just happened." Santana whispered.

"What happened?"

"I just got invited to an upperclassmen house party tonight!" Santana could barely contain her excitement.

"Sounds fun," Brittany replied, really disappointed. She would've loved to have gone to upperclassmen party. It would be amazing to get invited if you were a sophomore, but a freshman getting invited… Santana seemed to read Brittany's thoughts,

"Don't be silly, I told that senior that I wouldn't come unless I got a plus one," Santana gave Brittany a smile. Brittany stared at her, with her mouth open wide,

"But its Valentine's Day, don't you want to take a date?" Brittany asked.

"Nah," Santana shook her head, "I don't want a date. I want a senior to fool around with." Santana grinned as she watched Brittany having a mini heart attack.

Brittany didn't care if they got funny looks, she threw her arms round Santana and hugged her friend… an upperclassmen party… Tonight.

AN: The next chapter will be all about the 'upperclassmen house party'. Thanks to all who read and reviewed.