Brittany threw another dress onto her bed, definitely not that one. She had been so excited about the party; she'd forgotten to think about details such as what to wear. A pile of clothes as high as Everest was now heaped onto her bed; Lord Tubbington curled up on top, proud of his new 'nest'. Brittany's hair was wrapped in rollers, and she was struggling to walk, due to her toe separators stopping her from spoiling her pedicure. It was just a party, why all this effort, but it was Brittany's first party, and she wanted to make the effort.

Brittany was rummaging through her closet when she heard the sound of her phone ringing. She reached over grabbed it, Santana was calling; Brittany pressed the green button and held the phone to her ear,

"Hello?"

"Hey Britt, I've got a question." Santana seemed flustered.

"Ask away…"

"Should I wear a halter neck or a tube top?" Santana asked. Brittany usually would've told her to calm down and given some helpful advice. But Brittany herself was on the verge of a break down.

"urrrm, halter… no the tube top. Wear tube top, show off a bit." Brittany tried to sound sure.

"Really? Aww Britt, you're the best." Santana was now much calmer.

"So, what do think I should wear?" Brittany asked.

"urrr, that cute outfit you brought when we went shopping."

Brittany dropped the phone to the floor and scampered across the room, she couldn't believe she'd forgotten! She limped down the stairs into the hall, where three shopping bags stood… the perfect outfit.

Brittany's mum dropped Brittany and Santana off. The duo arrived at the party, filled with nerves and excitement. The house was crammed with people; most of them were already drunk. Mainly seniors and juniors were in attendance, but several sophomores were there, and a few selected freshmen were dotted around. The music was playing so loudly Brittany couldn't de-cipher the song, but she couldn't wait to start dancing.

"Why hello ladies," Noah Puckerman had already found them.

"Hi Puck," Brittany replied.

Puck smiled at her and whistled, "Looking good Britt."

"Thanks!" Brittany had been at this party two seconds and she'd already got a compliment..

"Yeah, Yeah, Britt's super-hot, really sexy, and she looks drop dead gorgeous in that outfit," Santana shoved Puck slightly, "but I want to talk with you," the two then disappeared into the crowd.

Brittany didn't mind the absence of Santana, not when there was a dance floor.

Brittany wrestled her way to the middle of the floor, and began to dance her heart out. It didn't take long for everyone to realise why this tiny freshman was on the Cheerios. Several eyes were turned her way and several more were trying there hardest not to turn her way. Brittany was in the zone.

Santana was also doing well, Puck was only the starter, the main course was the senior that she had just had in a firm lip lock, and now she was out for dessert. Santana tried to look cool as she walked around surrounded by tall upperclassmen, she felt a bit lost in the crowd. She decided to sit down facing the dance floor. Anyone looking at Santana would have thought she was checking out the boys that were dancing, but Santana was watching Brittany. Santana didn't know why she was so turned on by Brittany, who was wearing a short black dress with converse and curly hair. Brittany should have looked like a twelve year old at a school disco, but Brittany looked innocent and sexy, and Santana couldn't take her eyes of her. Unfortunately Santana had to though; as weirdo sophomore was hitting on her.

Brittany was now surrounded by several boys all trying to dance with her. When she saw a glimpse of Santana through their bodies; she was getting chatted up by one of those gross hockey players. Brittany had to 'save' her.

"SANTANA!" Brittany called. Santana looked around desperately trying to escape that puck-head.

"COME DANCE WITH ME!" Brittany invited Santana over. The whole dance floor parted as Santana walked over to the centre of the dance floor, and the centre of attention.

"Thanks for saving me, that guy was demented." Santana said as she danced with Brittany.

"Don't thank me, just dance with me." Brittany pulled Santana in close, so the two girls were only inches apart, and dancing as if the music would never stop.

At one o'clock Brittany stumbled through her door, half asleep. Her head was till pounding from drinking and loud music, but she was incredibly happy. She'd got several boys numbers and danced until she had guaranteed an invite to every house party.

But as she lay on her bed one thought kept coming back into her head. Santana Lopez… everything from seeing her all dressed up, to dancing with her, and being so close to her gave Brittany shivers and butterflies in her stomach. Brittany didn't mind that they'd both gone home with different guys, or that their parents would kill them for coming home so late. Right now thoughts of Santana consumed her.

Best Valentine's Day ever…

AN: thanks to all who read and reviewed, I'll update soon.