A/N: Hey guys. I'm really sorry I didn't update sooner. Everyone seems to have writer block right now... Me, too... :(

Thank you for all the great reviews last chapter, they always make my day :)

Soooo, I promised a little mess, here it is, hope you'll enjoy.

Chapter 6

Santana's POV:

Sunday went faster than I thought at first, and in the blink of an eye it was already monday morning.

"G'morning dear.", Brittany said as I walked towards her. She smiled at me brightly, showing her perfect white teeth. I felt like I was about to melt and when the blonde chuckled I blushed instantly.

"Hey...", I replied and looked at the ground embarrassed. Brittany broke into a fit of adorable giggles and I looked up at her. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, handing me her black helmet. "Thanks...", I muttured and pulled it over my head before climbing on the bike behind the blonde. It felt so natural to practically hug Brittany from behind. I clasped my hands together in front of her stomach and when she chuckled again her muscles clenched under my fingers. My eyes widened when I felt something in my pants twitching and I tried to shift a few inches back, so my front wasn't one with Brittany's back.

Today I wore more tight jeans with really tight compressors underneath. Since my dad wasn't home and I still didn't know how to work our new washing machine there wasn't much clothes left to wear, so today... well, yeah. Tight jeans.

"You okay?", Brittany asked and I nodded, but when I realized she couldn't see me I murmured a low "yeah" and shifted back forward against the blonde. She started the engine and just a second later we were flying along the road. By now it felt really good to ride a motorcycle, even if it was just for being that close to Brittany, I liked it.

When I woke up this morning I sent a brief text to Sam, telling him he didn't need to pick me up. I thought about adding something like I needed to talk to him, but then I decided against it, because... well. I didn't want him to get suspicious. I would just talk to him at lunch or between classes...

/

"Wasn't that bad, huh?", Brittany asked once I was off the bike and removed the helmet. I nodded and smiled shy at her. "Yeah..."

We were parking on the same place like friday, so we had two or three more minutes before we were at school and our ways would seperate. Brittany and I began to walk slowly towards the school, neither of us trying to hurry.

We were pretty close, I had no idea why, but in the end I couldn't complain. Being near her felt really good, so why change that? No one of us said something, but the silence we were keeping was comfortable. It felt like we didn't need to talk. It wasn't awkward or anything. It felt natural. One second I was thinking about something to say, but when I felt something warm grazing my hand my eyes shot down and I blushed. We were actually that close that our shoulders were almost touching, and well... our hands just did.

I looked back up at the blonde next to me, just to see her staring down at our hands, too. I smiled at her startled expression but stopped immediately when she raised her gaze to mine. My cheeks were burning and for a blink of an eye I was sure I saw her blushing, too, but then she looked away and the distance was back.

I sighed quietly and kept walking, my eyes focused back on the pavement.

"What... uhm...", Brittany began and I stopped, turning to the side to face bright blue eyes, with a hint of sadness in them. I raised an eyebrow for her to continue, but she just started to play with her fingers in front of her body and chewed on her lower lip.

"Are you ok?", I asked worried. She behaved really strange, I've never seen her that nervous, but actually it was kind of cute. She nodded quickly and looked back up, locking her eyes with mine.

"Yeah... I just... What are you going to do about Sam?"

I coughed lightly and blushed again. We still haven't talked about... uh... us. We kept talking about her relationship with Puck, and about that everything will be fine, that we would find a way to make everything work, but we haven't lost a word about Sam, or well, yeah, us. I had no idea what she felt towards me, I mean, I haven't asked her so it's probably my fault, but I wouldn't even know what to say.

All I knew is that I didn't want a relationship with Sam. I mean, I wasn't sure if I wanted a relationship with Brittany, but I knew that I had feelings for her. I had no idea what feelings they were, but they were weird and I've never felt them before. I liked the way I felt towards the blond girl, it made me see everything so much brighter. But all of this didn't mean that she felt the same.

"Uh... I'm going to talk to him... today.", I finally said. Brittany moistened her lips before speaking again.

"And... what are you going to tell him?"

"I'm not sure." Instantly I saw hurt running over Brittany's pretty face and shook my head. "No, I mean, I haven't figured out yet what I'm exactly going to say, but... I'm going to tell him that I like him as only a friend."

A small smile crept its way on Brittany's face, but the blonde cleared her throat quickly and nodded. "Uh... okay." I rolled my eyes at her. She always had to act like she didn't care but deep inside I knew she did.

"Still don't like him...", she muttured when we started walking again, probably not for me to hear, but I did and furrowed my eyebrows at her.

"What, why?", I asked with my head turned towards her. We were just a few metres away from school, we were able to see the parking lot from here, so it probably was time to part. We stopped again, or rather, Brittany stopped and I did the same when I realized she wasn't walking anymore.

I heard her sighing while she was making a step towards me. I swear she looked at my lips for a second before her blue eyes met my brown.

"Because for a second you considered being with him."

My eyes widened and Brittany smiled cockily at my reaction. She rolled her eyes and walked past me.

"See you later, alligator."

/

My eyes were closed when I heard someone sit down next to me. I had spanish, and since Brittany wasn't here it could've only been Sam. I pressed my eyes shut tight, hoping it was someone else. I couldn't deal with him now. But when I opened them I was faced with said blond guy.

"Hey...", he whispered with a shy smile. I returned it and tried to focus back on class, maybe he would just let it go and we could talk later, in more privacy, but well, it was Sam.

"Do you come to glee today?", he asked and I turned my attention back to him. "Uh...I don't think so..." Sam looked at me disappointed. "Oh..."

For a minute neither of us spoke, and I really thought it was over for now, but no... Sam's voice broke the silence between us again. "So... I was wondering...-" Oh no, not a proposal for a date or something like this again... "Sam. We'll talk later, okay?", I said, maybe a little too harsh. Sam looked at me startled and a little shocked, but nodded. "Uh, yeah. Sure."

For the rest of the class I felt Sam's eyes on me. I sighed and rolled my eyes. The guy acted like a worried boyfriend. It was annoying as fuck. I was lucky the bell rang when I was about to say something probably not so nice to him, and grabbed my stuff.

"Wait. Do you... do you have a minute?", Sam asked before I had the chance to escape. "I guess.", I nodded and followed him along the hallway towards... the auditorium? Why were we here...again?

"Sam, I need to go to class. Can we make this quick?"

The blonde guy sighed and opened the door for me. "Yeah. Just one minute." I bit on my tongue and made my way into the auditorium behind him. He didn't walk to the stage like the last time, thank god, he just sat down on one of the seats. I sat down in the row in front of him and turned around to face him.

"Sam-"

"No. Let me talk first, please..."

I nodded and waited for him to start talking. He looked at the ground and licked his lips once, before sitting upright and folding his hands in his lap.

"Look, Santana... I like you. I really do.", he began and I opened my mouth to interrupt him, but he put his finger in the air and I stayed silent. "I respect you as woman and as a person. You are a great friend, and I really hoped that we... that we could be more than that..."

"Sam, I-"

"No, I'm not done yet."

He looked me in the eyes and suddenly he started to chuckle. I looked at him confused and he stopped.

"You know, even after I kissed you and knew you don't feel the same I had my hopes up. I should have known from the beginning..."

The blonde shook his head and sighed with a smile. I was so glad he didn't seem to be mad. Sam was a great guy, I really didn't want to hurt his feelings.

"I understand and respect that you don't want to be with me, I just... I just want to know... why?"

I didn't have to think much about it. One word was enough to describe why. Brittany. But of course I couldn't tell him that. Not only because I was afraid to actually admit my feelings for her out loud, but because of her, too. After all that happened with Quinn I really didn't want to cause Brittany any more pain. And if Sam or someone else knew about her, then exactly that would happen. I looked him in the eyes when I finally spoke.

"You would be the perfect boyfriend Sam. I know that for sure. But I... I just don't feel it. I want to be your friend, but... only your friend."

There. I said it.

"But... feelings can change... why don't you want to at least try it?", Sam asked.

"Because... because there's...", I couldn't say it. The words just didn't want to leave my mouth. I definitely wouldn't say Brittany's name, but I didn't know it would be that hard to talk to Sam about my feelings. With Brittany everything was just so comfortable, so easy...

"Because there's someone else.", Sam finished for me and I looked at him with wide eyes. "How...?" I still wasn't able to speak in proper sentences.

"When I look into your eyes I can see that you don't look at me, you try to find something that makes me more... to someone else."

Wow... was I really doing that? I didn't know Sam could be that profound...

"Uh... yeah, I guess I'm... uh... yeah.", was all I managed to say before I looked up at Sam. He smiled at me, still a little disappointed, but mostly reliefed to finally talked about everything. I smiled back at him and stood up.

"Uh... I should go.", I said.

"Yeah. You probably should."

I was about to turn around when a hand grabbed mine and I stopped in tracks. Sam already stood, too and still smiled dorkily. He pulled me towards himself and my eyes widened, but when he embraced me in a hug I exhaled in relief.

"I hope one day you can talk to me.", he said before letting go and walking away with one last smile.

I stood there like an idiot, well, not like an idiot, but I probably looked a little lost, so I decided to head to biology, grabbed my bag and made my way towards the exit.

Sooo, I talked to Sam. Finally. And now there was only one other thing to do.

Get the girl.

/

11.41am from Britt: Meet me under the bleachers in 5 ;)

I looked at my phone with wide eyes. Why did she want to meet under the bleachers? Sure, I would never complain, but it still felt a little strange to be in an open friendship with Brittany.

Slowly I began smiling because... well, I would see Brittany in a few minutes and everytime I saw her or thought about her I just had to smile. I grabbed my bag, which was lying to my feet, and walked towards the exit. I walked past that wheelchair kid from Glee club and that black girl (I didn't remember their names...), and suddenly someone stood right in front of me with a big smile on their face.

"Hello Santana.", Rachel Berry said and I sighed mentaly.

"Hi dwar- Rachel!", I replied and smiled back at her. The brunette had her hands clasped together in front of her body and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. I looked at her confused with a raised eyebrow.

"Uh... can I help you?", I asked unsure and Rachel just shook her head, still grinning like crazy. Fortunately, after a few more seconds she decided to speak (finally!).

"I talked to Sam.", she simply stated.

"Oh." I looked at the ground. I still felt kind of bad for letting Trouty down, but it was only fair that way. When I looked up again Rachel's face was still beaming. Did she think that was funny? I felt anger rising in me, but she opened her mouth to talk again.

"You did this for Brittany, didn't you?", she asked in a low voice, looking to her left and right to check that nobody's listening. My eyes widened and I coughed awkwardly, probably blushing, all at the same time.

"Why do you- uh... What makes you think that?", I said, avoiding eye contact with the shorter brunette. She looked at me with a knowing smirk and raised an eyebrow. "Please, Santana, a blind man could see it." What was she talking about? Could see what? I mean, we didn't do anything. We weren't anything.

"You imagine things, Rachel.", I finally said, but it didn't seem to convince the girl in front of me.

"You have nothing to be afraid of. You can talk to me. You know I have two gay dads."

"I'm not gay!", I fired back and regretted it instantly. I mean, I wasn't gay, right? Just because I had... a thing for Brittany, it doesn't make me gay, right? Ugh...I really wanted to slap myself in that very moment. I really wanted to believe that just because I wasn't into Sam didn't mean I wasn't into boys in general. I knew I was lying to myself. And pretending didn't make the truth less... well, true.

"I just want you to know that when you're ready I'm here to talk.", Rachel said and took a step back, like she was ready to turn around and walk away. I grabbed for her wrist, just in time. She looked back at me and smiled shy.

"Thank you.", I whispered and let go.

"You're welcome.", she replied and with a last smirk she walked away. Maybe she wasn't that bad...

I remembered the message I got like... two minutes ago and my heart skipped a beat. Brittany. With a smile plastered on my face I walked further down the hall, looking for the fastest way to the bleachers. I saw a sign on my left, but before I had the chance to go for it, I ran straight into someone. Fucking shit, why does this always happen to me?

"I'm sorry, I wasn't-", I began, but stopped myself when I saw who I ran into. Holy Shhh...

"You. Little. Bitch."

Quinn looked at me, a blue slushie running down her face. Oh my god, it seemed like she just wanted to drink it or something and I practically pushed her into it. She threw the now empty cup to the ground and made a step towards me, but two other cheerleaders held her back. With my eyes wide I made a step back, but was instantly met with another body behind me. I quickly turned around, just to look straight into Puck's eyes.

Run, run, run!, a voice in my head said, and that's what I did. I heard Quinn shouting something like "I'm gonna kill you!", but I was already around the corner. I think I never ran this fast in my life.

When I was finally outside and sure I was safe again I stopped and started breathing again. I didn't even know I was holding my breath, but my head already started spinning. The bleachers were right in front of me, so when I made my way under them I immediately saw Brittany lying on the couch.

I took a moment to breath in her beauty. She had her eyes closed, one of her hands behind her head, the other playing with the hem of her t-shirt. She wore her hair open today. I smiled at that, because I really liked it that way. Her long blond locks were hanging loosely around her face and over her shoulders, some of them moving lightly from the breeze. Her lips were slightly parted, but in the next moment they were forming to a smirk. My brows scrunched in confusion. Was she dreaming? I moved my gaze back up to her eyes and mine widened in shock when I saw that I was met with a pair of blue orbs. I blushed when I realized that I was just caught staring.

"Hi.", I breathed to break the awkward silence.

"Hi.", Brittany echoed and sat up, that cocky smirk still on her lips. She looked me up and down, her eyes stayed at my cleavage a second longer than on the rest and I saw her biting her lower lip, before her eyes met mine again.

"What happened?", she asked. "Huh?", I replied confused.

"You look really out of breath. Did you run?" Oh, that...

"Uh... yeah."

Brittany chuckled and shook her head playfully and stood up.

"Why?", she just said while walking towards me.

"I uh... kinda slushied Quinn."

Brittany looked at me with wide eyes and I was prepared for something like how crazy I am for doing such a dumb thing, but suddenly she started laughing loud and held her stomach. God, she was so cute...

"Oh my god... I can't... That's just too good. How did this happen?", she asked after some minutes of laughing, stopping, looking at me, and laughing again. I shrugged.

"She had a cup in her hand and I ran into her accidently..." Brittany laughed again but stopped pretty fast.

"I didn't know you had it in you, Lopez."

I blushed. Hard. When she was like this I always got so nervous, but I liked it. I liked the feelings she gave me and I liked her. More than anybody else I ever liked. The blonde chuckled and nodded towards the couch.

"You wanna sit?", she asked, already sitting down, one hand in her lap, the other over the back of the couch, so she would pactically hold me when I would sit down. The mere thought brought me shivers down my spine and I swallowed audible.

Without answering I walked towards her, my heart beating way faster than usually, but somehow it always does that when Brittany was around. I saw her shifting when I got closer, like she didn't expected me to actually do what she asked me, but with a small smile I sat down next to her. The couch wasn't really big, our thighs were touching lightly and when I dared to look to my left, where she sat, I saw her cheeks turning pink.

For a moment neither of us said anything and after a while I felt comfortable enough to let myself sink further into the cushions. The second I felt the arm she had layed over the back of the couch on my shoulders my eyes widened. Did I go too far by (kinda!) touching her? But she wanted it that way, right?

"Can I ask you something?", I suddenly blurted out.

Brittany eyed me from the side and nodded confused. "Uh, sure."

"What did you mean by what you said friday night?" Oh god, was I really asking her this? I really needed to learn to talk when I had to talk and to shut my mouth when I really really had to shut my mouth.

Brittany looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "You do remember that I was totally wasted, right?" I nodded. "Well, then you can believe me when I say that I remember not even half of the night." I knew she was lying. I could see it in her eyes that she exactly knew what I was talking about.

"You said... you said, you and me... it means all or nothing. What did you mean by it?" Ugh, I really said it. In that moment I really didn't know if it was a good or a bad idea to start with this, but I just needed to know.

Brittany moistened her lips and looked at me with her sapphire eyes almost lovingly before she spoke.

"It means that I like you, but you already know it, don't you?", she said with a small chuckle. It seemed like she wanted to avoid that question, but I wouldn't let her go that easily. I looked at her expressionless, waiting for more.

"God, Santana, what do you want to hear? Why do you even care?!", she spat and jumped off the couch. She made one or two steps away, I already thought she was leaving, but when she turned around and I saw the hurt in her eyes I stood up and walked towards her.

"Because you're my friend.", I said. "Because you mean something to me. I know we met only a week ago, but I... I like you."

Brittany looked at me shocked, like I just told her I have a dick (oh wait, I do have a dick.) but then her face softened.

"You can't like me... I'm not a good person...", she almost whispered, her voice small like a mouse. I bit on my tongue to save myself from saying too much, but when I made one more step in her direction I grabbed her hand with mine, hoping that maybe this would express more of my feelings than words. Brittany looked down at our clasped hands and sighed lightly. When she didn't do or say anything I only saw one other way of showing her how much she meant to me.

Slowly I intertwined her fingers with mine, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. Brittany looked up at me (or rather down at me, but she had to raise her gaze, you know...) with a hundred emotions running over her face.

"Why is it so hard for you to believe that you're a good person? Because that's what you are, Brittany. You're wonderful.", I whispered, my eyes running between her eyes and her lucious, perfect pink lips. Would it be too much if I would kiss her?

Really bad idea, Lopez.

When I looked up at her eyes again I saw her gaze on my own mouth and my heart started to race again.

Don't you dare.

I have no idea how it happened, but when I felt myself leaning towards her it was already too late to stop myself.

You will go to hell, you know that? She probably doesn't even want to kiss you, idiot.

For the blink of an eye Brittany seemed startled, but then something happened I didn't expect. She smiled shy and began to lean in, too. I felt her hot breath on my lips, her fingers squeezing mine back, smelled her fruity, female scent that was just so, so Brittany. I heard her sigh in relief that we both wanted the same thing, and then it happened.

At first it was just like a whisper, a touch soft like a feather. I gasped when Brittany's lips brushed over mine gently. For a second neither of us moved, lips against lips, like an unspoken promise. I didn't think that Brittany's lips would be that soft. I mean, leather jacket, motorbike, her reputation. None of these things makes you think that Brittany was in fact just a girl. A girl like every other girl, just way more special. The most special girl.

After a few seconds Brittany leaned back lightly, only a few inches. Her usually light blue eyes were now a shade darker, trying to express something I couldn't quiet describe. I still felt my lips tingle, like hers never left mine. My breathing were uneven by now, and the way Brittany's chest rose and sunk hers, too. She looked at me like she expected me to speak, but that was the last thing I wanted to do right now.

My free hand left its place on the side of my body and grabbed Brittany around her neck. Instinctively I pulled her back into me, my lips closing around her lower lip. This time Brittany gasped, but almost immediately she smiled into the kiss and I did, too. Slowly we started to massage each others lips with our own and Brittany's hands found their way on my hips, squeezing carefully.

My body was on fire. I was actually kissing Brittany. And Brittany was kissing me back. Brittany.

"Is this okay?", she whispered when we broke apart due to the lack of air. I opened my eyes (When did I close them?!) and found Brittany's staring straight back at me. I breathed in and in a small sigh out and smiled at Brittany. I nodded. "Yeah..."

And with that her lips were on mine again. This time I felt her body pushing closer into me, her hands on my hips tightened their grip and I started to stumble backwards. The hand that held Brittany's wrist before, made now its way up her body to cling around her neck, too and soon my hands were driving through the blonde's hair and massaging her scalp.

In one second I hear Brittany letting out a small whimper, and in the next I felt something warm and wet tracing my upper lip. My movements stilled. My heart started racing even faster than it already did. Brittany was about to break the kiss, she probably thought it was too much for now, but then I poked my tongue out of my mouth and licked across her bottom lip. A second nothing happened, but then Brittany started to smile into the kiss and kissed me back again.

This time when I felt her trying to deepen the kiss I let her. I was still a little bit afraid I might do something wrong, but at the same time I wanted her closer to me, I wanted to feel as much of her as possible in that moment. I opened my mouth when Brittany's tongue tried to enter it and was immediately welcomed with a strange but really good feeling. And then something unexpected happened. The second Brittany's tongue touched mine a jolt of electricity was flowing through my body and I felt like I was falling. You know, the good kind of falling.

That kiss was nothing like my kiss with Sam. Not only because with him there was no tongue (thank god.) but because Brittany made my knees go weak and my heart race, she brought me goosebumbs and shivers all over my body, and when she pressed our bodies even closer together something else seemed to wake up, too.

When I felt the slightest pressure in my pants a small whimper escaped my lips. Brittany obviously took it as a good sign (and it was, kinda, I mean... she just felt so good.) because she slipped her tongue past my lips again and began to explore my mouth. After a few seconds our tongues were dancing around each other in wet heat, Brittany turned her head the slightest bit so the angle of our heads would fit our lips better together. A small moan came out of Brittany's mouth and I smiled at that.

I gasped when I felt something in the back of my knees but before I had the chance to think clearly I fell backwards in a sitting position. Oh... the couch.

I opened my eyes, just to find Brittany standing right in front of me, smirking her evil smirk. My eyes widened and I swallowed hard. The look she threw at me was a total turn on, and right now it was a really really bad time to be turned on. Slowly she leaned down, her hands on the back of the couch on either side of my head. With a last smile she closed the gap again, but when I tried to deepen the kiss she broke away with a sigh.

"We should slow down...", she whispered and rested her forehead against mine. I blushed. Ugh, now I probably seemed too eager, but her kisses were so so good, I think I could get drunk of them.

"Come on.", the blonde said and stood back up, extending a hand. I smiled at her and grabbed it gratefully. She helped me stand up and dragged me back where I came from. Before we stepped out from under the bleachers I stopped, what caused Brittany to do the same. She looked back at me confused, but all I could do was smile at her and pull her back in the shadows of a dark corner. She giggled and threw her arms around my neck, mine found their way around her waist, holding her tight. She nuzzled her nose against my cheek before she started to trail small kisses across it, to the side of my mouth, and in the end she pecked my lips once.

"We should really go. I think I heard the bell...", Brittany said in a low voice, her eyes burning into mine.

"Yeah, I guess...", I replied and loosened my grip on her waist.

We walked to the school next to each other, I knew we couldn't hold hands or something like this, she was still with Pu- oh no, don't even think his name.- but part of me still felt disappointed. When we arrived in the hallway where Brittany had art and I had modern history everyone else was already in the class rooms.

"I'll see you after this?", Brittany whispered and I nodded, smiling. We heard noices from inside of one of the rooms, so we probably should hurry. The blonde took one of my hands in hers and slowly brought it up to her mouth. My heart skipped a beat when I felt her pillow soft lips on my skin and I blushed. She smiled at me cockily and let go of my hand, already on her way towards one of the class rooms on the left. I turned around to walk to my class, just right behind me on the right, when I heard her shout-whispering my name.

"Santana?"

I looked back at her and waited, but she only smiled at me brightly, so all I did was returning it, and with a big smile on my face I entered the class room.

/

I felt those hazel eyes on me the entire time, but I was too afraid to actually turn around and face her. I knew that our little accident in the hallway was the worst thing that could happen to me. I hadn't even found my place in this school yet, oh no, I did. I belonged to the glee kids, in some way. And when one of these kids behave towards someone like Quinn like I did it's really bad.

I saw Rachel and Kurt two rows in front of me on my left. Rachel looked at me a few times with the same expression I had on my face. I was sure she was just as afraid as I was, Quinn probably saw us talking before I ran into her. I really hoped for Rachel that Quinn wouldn't harm her.

"What are you looking at Ru Paul?!", a voice behind me hissed. Rachel's eyes widened and she turned around as quick as possible. I balled my hands into fists, because every time the blonde behind me opened her mouth my fear turned into anger, and now I really wanted to slap that girl. I hated how she treated other people, and Rachel was in fact just a nice girl, okay, maybe not nice, but... tolerable.

"You know you can't hide, right? We'll find you, and then we'll end you.", the same voice whispered, only for me to hear. I exhaled heavy and turned around. Quinn looked at me with angry greenish eyes, one of her hands playing with her ponytail that was hanging over her shoulder. She wore a fresh cheerios uniform, only her slightly wet hair reminded me of what happened in the hallway. I didn't know what I would do when I would open my mouth. Would I yell at her? Barely whisper? Or would I maybe just stay silent, with no words leaving my mouth? In the end I decided to at least give it a try, and when I spoke, I was surprised at how steady my voice was.

"It was an accicent. I didn't ran into you on purpose."

Quinn said nothing, but I saw her gritting her teeth. She folded her hands on the table in front of her, and slowly a smirk began to form on her lips.

"That changes nothing.", she simply stated, her gaze burning into mine.

"Aren't you tired of being like this?", I asked before I had the chance to even think about it. My eyes widened in shock. Shit, I didn't want to ask this.

"What's that supposed to mean, huh?" Quinn's smirk was gone, the anger back.

I opened my mouth again, ready to either apologize or yell at her, I had no idea, but the second I wanted to start another voice interrupted our conversation.

"Miss Fabray, Miss Lopez. Stop talking.", the teacher said. He looked like a weird version of Gandalf or Dumbledore. I swear, even his beard was that long. But... shouldn't he be dead at this age...? I rolled my eyes at Quinn and turned around with a fake smile on my face. Whatever the teachers name was (Gandledore?), he continued to talk to the class, so I turned back to the blonde.

"It means that you should stop treating other people like this.", I whispered. Was that okay? I didn't yell at her, nor did I say something mean. But judging by Quinn's smirk I woke a sleeping dragon.

"Or what? Will you tell Brittany? Will she save your ass, over and over and over again? That's not gonna work."

"This isn't about Brittany!", I hissed at her. How dare she to even mention her name after all she did? After all she put her through? Quinn's eyebrows shot up high into her forehead, the evil smile still plastered on her face.

"Aww, you're too cute. Well, tell Brittany, if you-"

"Oh no, I won't tell her anything. And you! You won't ever talk to her again!", I spat.

I didn't know how we managed to keep this quiet enough, but nobody seemed to give us their attention, so...

"Don't talk to me like that-", Quinn began, but I interrupted her again.

"Or what? You'll tell Puck?", I mocked. Oh no, don't do this, Santana.

Hazel eyes lightened up dangerously angry. I saw how her fingernails were pressed hard into the wooden table, her knuckles turning white. What was I doing? This just couldn't end well...

"Come to the auditorium when class is over. And come alone.", Quinn said through gritted teeth. In the next second the bell rang and she was out of the room.

What have I done?

/

"Hey.", a bright voice said behind me, and when I turned around I was immediately greeted with shiny blue eyes and the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. Well, it belonged to the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

"Hi...", I breathed and smiled automatically, too.

For a second I forgot everything about Quinn. (I mean, hello? What did she want to do in the auditorium? Battle me with a song? I almost laughed. Almost.) All I was able to see and think about was Brittany. Mhm... Brittany...

" 'S everything okay? You look...pale." Brittany looked at me with a mix of worry and confusion, and I melted at how cute she was acting.

"I'm fine.", I managed to say, but I knew it didn't sound convincing.

"What happened?", was her next question. See, not convincing.

"Uh...", I began. I really didn't want her to worry, and after her past with Quinn I really didn't want to drag her into anything to do with the evil-bitch, but at the same time I knew that she deserved to know. So I told her.

"She... uh, wants to see me in the auditorium..."

Brittany looked at me with even more confusion on her pretty face than before and she scrunched her eyebrows at me.

"She? As in Quinn?"

I nodded.

"Why?"

"I practically told her she should stop being a bitch...", I murmured, my gaze towards the ground. I didn't want Brittany to be mad at me because I acted like an idiot, and now I was a little afraid to face her.

Startled I looked up when I felt a hand on my cheek. Brittany was standing right in front of me, her smile was warm, not the slightest bit mad, and then she was running her thumb over my bottom lip slowly.

"You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now.", she whispered. My heart jumped at her words and I swallowed. I looked behind me, nobody was in the hallway. Everyone either left to go home or went to their next class, but in fact we were alone.

"Why don't you do it?", I asked.

Brittany chuckled lightly and shook her head in amusement.

"Well, I told you once that when we are too far into it I won't be able to stop myself. So... now I think this is a moment like this, and we don't want to risk it, do we?", she asked with a low voice, her eyes on my lips. My breath quickened and I instinctively looked down at hers, too. I saw the blond slightly leaning in, just a few inches, so it was on me to close the gap.

"No... we don't", I barely whispered before I closed my lips around hers. I hummed against Brittany's mouth what caused a smile from her side. Brittany bit down on my bottom lip gently and I chuckled lightly. The blonde seemed to take this chance to slip her tongue into my mouth and I gasped in surprise. Brittany grabbed me behind my neck to pull me closer, and my hands found their way on her hips to do the same. Everything was a blur. The blonde felt so good I always forgot everything around me, and when our tongues started to massage each other I swear I could hear my heart beating against my ribcage.

"Shit."

In shock I jumped away from Brittany. I stumbled over my own feet I almost fell. Brittany looked at me with wide eyes, the only thing I saw was fear. Not even the slightest bit anger, only fear. Whoever interrupted us and saw us kissing, was obviously still standing behind me, and when I turned around I was greeted with no one else than...

"Rachel?", I asked confused.

The brunette stood a few feet away from us, it seemed like she just came around the corner. Her face was priceless. She looked shocked, confused, guilty and afraid at the same time. With her hands she tried to pull her skirt further down, so it would cover more of her legs. She acted really nervous. Shouldn't we be the nervous ones? I looked to my right where Brittany stood and her shock slowly faded away. She looked at me helpless, like she didn't know what to do in a situation like that, but after a few moments she swallowed and her face hardened.

"You.", she said, slowly balling her hands into fists. Oh-oh, badass Brittany. Totally hot, but really inappropriate right now. I grabbed her wrist to hold her back and she seemed to relax at my touch. I turned back to look towards Rachel, but the only thing I saw was her back, quickly disappearing behind the corner she just came from.

"I'll talk to her.", I said, caressing Brittany's wrist with my thumb, hoping it would calm her down. Thank god it worked. She sighed and looked at me, the fear in her eyes back.

"Please... please tell her...", she began, her eyes watering. I knew what she wanted me to tell her, and I would do it.

"Yeah, I know. I will."

With that I let go of her and started to run after Rachel.

/

"Rachel!", I said when I finally found her near the auditorium. She looked at me with big brown eyes like she expected me to punch her or something.

"Please don't kill me.", she pleaded and for a second I wondered if she was serious. All I did was laughing at her lightly.

"I'm not gonna do anything.", I promised her with a warm smile. Slowly she nodded. "Okay..."

"You said I can talk to you.", I said, remembering what she told me only a little over an hour ago. "You can.", Rachel replied, her fear slowly disappearing. I really hoped that she would keep her mouth shut and don't tell anyone, not even Kurt.

Rachel looked at me with waiting eyes, my only problem was... what should I tell her? I mean, Brittany wasn't my... my girlfriend. (God, even that word made me shiver.) In fact, she was Puck's... I bit on my lip on accident when I thought his name, and now I felt a painful throbbing. Ugh, Why did everything has to be this hard?

"I didn't mean to see you two uh... uhm..."

"I know. I'm glad it was only you...", I admitted. And it's true, Rachel was the 'best choise' when it came to whoever could have seen us doing something like we did...

"And... are you two like... together now? Isn't she with Noah?", Rachel said. I looked at her confused.

"Who is Noah?"

Rachel smiled at me friendly. "Noah Puckerman."

Oh. Him. I almost forgot about the dick-head.

"Uh... yeah, I guess she is..."

I looked at the ground. I really didn't know what to tell her. In the end it wasn't her business, but I needed to make sure that she wouldn't tell anyone.

"Is she going to break up with him? I mean, if it's okay to ask... are you two serious or just... I don't know... fooling around?", the brunette asked with a low voice. How was I supposed to reply to this? I had no idea what we were doing myself, so how could I know the answer for this?

"I... uh. I don't know. I mean, I like her. I really like her, and she seems to feel... uh, maybe, the same... We haven't really talked about this yet...and... no one can know about us, please."

Rachel looked at me with an understanding expression on her face. "O-okay... and... since when is this going on? I mean, you two only know each other for a week, right?"

"Yeah, we do... it only started like... today." I mean, it did, right? We first kissed today. The flirting is going on a little longer, but in the end... yap. Today.

"Today? So I was interrupting your first kiss? Oh my god, I am really really sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Woah, hold up. It wasn't our first... uh, kiss." Oh my god, kiss. Me and Brittany kissed. I still can't believe it. You're a champion, Lopez.

"But you said-"

"Yeah, I know, but it happened first at lunch break.", I interrupted the other girl again.

"Aren't you always under the bleachers on breaks?"

"uh... yeah...?"

"Awww, that's so romantic...", Rachel cooed and I blushed. Well, I wouldn't tell her that we were making out furiously until I fell on the couch, because that really wasn't romantic, but really really hot. It was perfect. I wish Brittany would've been my first kiss. I really wanted to forget about friday night and Sam, I wished that nothing of this would have happened. But in the end it brought us to where we were right now. And right now was really good. I smiled at that, but when I saw that Rachel caught me day dreaming I coughed awkwardly to clear my throat.

"You've got it bad for your girl.", Rachel said with amusement.

"I... what?"

Rachel chuckled and shook her head. "Yeah, you heard right." I didn't correct her. I didn't want to correct her. Because Rachel calling Brittany 'My Girl' sounded fucking good.

"Well well well... what's going on here? Already got another girl, Lopez? Damn, you move fast."

I froze. In front of me I saw Rachel doing the same, her eyes wide. Fuck... I turned around and saw Quinn walking towards us, Puck on her right, two cheerleaders on her left, and an afro-american jock behind them. All of them carried a cup in their hand, and with the realization what was in the cups, a mix of anger and fear came.

"Didn't I tell you to come to the auditorium? Are you deaf?", Quinn spat at me and Puck and the other jock chuckled.

"I don't have to do what you say.", I answered. My blood started to boil and I tried my hardest to suppress the urge to press my hands into fists. Quinn laughed at me with her angelic laugh. How could someone looking so innocent be so evil?

"You're really cute. And obviously really stupid. You see what this is?", she said pointing with her free hand at the cup in her other. I nodded slowly. Of course I knew.

"Well, then let me say one thing. This is the last time we're nice. This is your last chance to find a place where you fit in... Huh- see. You're already on the right place with Man Hands over there."

I looked behind me where a really scared looking Rachel stood. I turned back around towards Quinn and collected all my bravery.

"Leave her alone.", I said, brown eyes burning into green. Quinn looked like I just slapped her. Then she made a step towards me and it needed all my strengh to stay where I was and not to run away. She was now standing right in front of me. She leaned herself towards me, her mouth close to my ear, so I felt her hot breath on my skin. It made me shiver. But not in the good way Brittany's breath always makes me.

"You have no idea what I'm able to do.", Quinn whispered. Even her whisper was soft like a feather, but at the same time sharp as a knife.

"Oh no, you have no idea what I'm able to do. What if everyone would know about you and Brittany, huh?", I whispered back. I hated myself in that moment for even saying this. Of course I would never do that, but threatening Quinn was my only chance to get Rachel and me out of this.

Hazel eyes flickered with fear and a massive amount of anger, but I needed to stay strong right now. I couldn't show Quinn any kind of weakness or she would destroy me in the blink of an eye.

"Remember, this is the last time.", she breathed before she leaned back. For a second I really thought she might just walk away, but in the next a cold shower hit me, the blue slushie from the blonde running down on me. She threw the empty cup on the ground and smiled.

"You'll remove this, yeah?", with that she began to walk away. When I looked up again I saw Puck and the others walking towards me and before I had a chance to react three other slushies were thrown over me. I shivered from the cold, because now with four fucking drinks soaking all my clothes it was really really cold.

When my eyes didn't sting anymore, so I could open them again, I looked behind me at Rachel, a purple slushie covering most parts of her face, dripping down her reindeer sweater and polka dot skirt. Obviously she got the last one.

We looked at each other helplessly until Rachel broke the silence.

"You better take a shower, come on, I'll show you."

She was probably right. I couldn't walk around with my clothes wet and sticking to my body like this. I could just shower and change into my gym clothes, but Brittany would never let me ride on her bike like this.

Oh fuck, Brittany.

"What about you?", I asked.

"I'm fine.", the shorter brunette replied.

Better I would hurry. I nodded at Rachel and when she started to walk towards the locker room I followed her. We walked in silence, neither of us knew what to say, so we didn't say anything at all.

"We're here.", Rachel said and pointed towards a big red door on our right.

"Thanks...", I murmured, already on my way through the door, but then I turned around.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want you to get into this.", I apologized, but Rachel only smiled at me.

"It's okay. None of this is your fault."

I returned the smile and nodded. Rachel waved at me awkwardly before she turned around and walked away.

I sighed when I made my way into the locker room. I should made this as quick as possible, Brittany was probably waiting somewhere for me. I grabbed all the stuff I needed and walked into the shower area, starting to undress myself. I threw all my wet stuff on the nearest bench and sighed. I really hated Quinn. And someday I would show her that it was a mistake to mess with a Lopez.

When I was naked I walked into a shower stall, turning the water on. I was really glad everyone was gone by now, else I wouldn't stand here like this. The warm water felt really good against my cold skin, and for a moment I closed my eyes to just feel it.

No One's POV:

Three...Four...Five... Brittany sat on the bleachers, yep, you heard right. On them, not under. She had her head in her hands, counting planes. She liked to watch the sky. Sometimes she wished to be a bird, so she could just fly away from all that shit, but she never would be, so she sighed. Brittany never got out of Lima. Except that one time when she was five, and she and her mother had to drive to Columbus to the funeral from her aunt Teresa.

Santana went to talk to Rachel like a half hour ago, where the hell was she? Brittany slowly stood up and walked down the bleachers. She was a little afraid before, when Rachel saw them kissing, but she knew that Santana would handle this just fine. The blonde decided to walk back into school to look for the Latina. Thirty minutes were pretty long for telling someone to keep their mouth shut...

She was almost back into school when she saw a few familiar faces walking towards the same destination. Quinn and Puck were leading, right behind them Azimio (stupid football player) followed by Cassia and Rhona (two cheerios Quinn regularly fucked). Didn't she see them walking out of school like ten minutes ago? What did they want here, again?

"Puck!", Brittany yelled towards them. Everyone turned around and Quinn rolled her eyes. She and the rest of them, except Puck, continued walking.

"Hey Babe.", the mohawk guy said with a smile. Sometimes he seemed like the old Puck. The Puck Brittany was friends with. He still wore his little-boy-smile, it was almost cute.

"Where are you going?", Brittany asked confused.

"Come on, we'll show you.", he said and started walking again. The blonde followed him inside, still not knowing what they planned, but she knew it couldn't be anything good.

They walked down a few hallways, further into the school, towards the locker rooms. Brittany furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. What were they doing here? And suddenly something caught her eye. Puck was walking in front of her, so he didn't notice that she stopped. She looked down another hallway, a brunette girl sitting on the ground in front of a few lockers. Puck was disappearing into the girls locker room, but Brittany didn't think much about it. She would follow him in a minute.

"Berry?", she said when she identified the girl on the floor. Her hair was wet, and her gray sweater had purple stains on it. Oh, slushie shower, the blonde stated.

Rachel looked up at Brittany, a little helpless, like she didn't know if she should run away or stay.

"Where's Santana?", the blonde asked. When she last spoke to her, she went to see the dwarf, so where was she? Rachel looked at her confused. "Uh... In the locker room...?" Brittany's eyes widened. Quinn and Puck were in there.

"What? Why is she in the locker room?", she asked in shock. She knew she should run to her, but she needed to know.

"They slushied her, so she went to take a shower and-"

Brittany didn't wait for Rachel to finish her sentence, she ran.

She wasn't even around the corner when she heard a high pitched shriek. Brittany's heart started racing in anger and worry. Whatever Quinn just did, she would pay for it. Brittany hurried into the locker room, into the shower area. She saw Cassia and Rhona standing there with shocked faces and their hands in front of their mouths. Azimio stood next to them with wide eyes and shook his head. What was going on here?

Then she spotted Quinn and Puck. They were standing right in front of the last stall. Quickly she walked towards them, ready to kick their fucking asses, but the look on their faces made her stop in motion.

Puck's eyebrows were high into his forehead, his mouth slightly opened. He looked like he just saw a ghost. What the fu...? With one hand he drove through his hair (or rather the dead squirrel on his head), the other was buried in his pocket.

Quinn's face was the worst. She didn' had her mouth open. Nor were her eyebrows furrowed or pulled up. In the end she looked the most normal. But then Brittany saw something in her eyes. Something that was first a small flame, but then it burned its way across Quinn's whole face. Disgust.

Brittany hurried her way towards them, to see what they were all looking at, it couldn't be Santana, right? She pushed Puck away, only a few inches, just far enough so she could see...

Santana's POV:

My body was frozen.

Nothing worked.

I wasn't able to move my arms, my legs, my fingers.

I couldn't even cover myself.

I couldn't run away.

I was stuck.

Their eyes felt like knives.

And worst, right between them... was Brittany.

A/N: Booh-yah, first cliffhanger ;)

Well, all I can say is, hope you enjoyed, even if there was no Dude in this chapter :( ;)

I know this chapter was pretty Pezberry heavy, but I love love love their friendship, so... :)

Next chapter will be updated in the next few days. It's just kinda a filler, so it won't be longer than 3-k...

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