A/N: Sorry it's been a few days, my loves. I was spending a lot of time with my family.

There's going to be a bit of drama in this chapter and the next one because let's face it, drama is always fun. Well, maybe not, but it is necessary for the plot, ha.

Once again, thank you to all of those who have added this story (or me) to their favorites/alerts. Y'all put a smile on my face. Ok, well, onto the story!

Enjoy! :)

~Chapter 29~

"Alright, guys, I have one word for you," Mr. Schue informed the group as he wrote 'love' on the white board. Before he could continue, a hand shot up. "Brittany?"

"Is it love?" She asked excitedly, throwing her arms around Artie and earning a grin from the choir director.

"Valentine's Day is coming up, so for this week's lesson, I want you guys to pick a partner because you're going to sing to them what you think is the world's greatest love song. Find a song that communicates what love means to you. Now, partner up." Hermione glanced at Santana shyly as the Latina squeezed her hand and threw an affectionate smile at the older girl.

"Mr. Schue, can I say something first?" Finn inquired before standing up and stepping forward. "I just wanted to point out that, for the first time, an entire week has gone by without any one of us getting slushied. I think the fact that I led the football team to a conference championship might have something to do with it. Fact is that I'm the closest thing this glee club has to a celebrity right now and just like a famous athlete, I want to give to a charity—you guys. So I'm setting up a kissing booth for a dollar a smooch and donating the proceeds to glee club to help us."

"Don't even act like you're trying to help this glee club, you just wanna kiss a bunch of girls," Mercedes scoffed as she crossed her arms.

"I've kissed Finn and can I just say, not worth a buck. Hermione, on the other hand, is totally worth it." The former cheerleader girl paused to wink at the older girl before continuing, "Finn, in case you've forgotten, Hermione scored three touchdowns in the first half alone and if she had continued to play, she would have scored more. She's totally more of a celebrity than you right now."

"I agree with Santana. Hermy's success at the football game has made her even hotter," Brittany stated seriously while looking the girl in question up and down.

"Thanks, Brit," chuckled the raven-haired girl. "And besides, do you think the hobbit would really let you have a kissing booth, Frankenteen?" The Latina turned around to look at Rachel who was nodding angrily. "Personally, I think if anyone should have a kissing booth, it should be Hermione," she suggested with a shrug.

"Aren't you guys kind of dating? Why would you be ok with her kissing a bunch of people?" Quinn inquired with a roll of her eyes.

"Because I get all the free kisses I want any time I want?" She smirked, glancing at a now blushing Hermione.

"Everyone knows you're, you know, gay though," Finn grumbled, upset that he wasn't getting the attention he wanted.

"Um, trust me, there are plenty of bicurious girls here," Hermione finally spoke, shooting a discreet look at the former head cheerleader. "And there are several guys that don't want to believe that I'm gay," she sighed in annoyance.

"Then it's settled. Hermione will do the kissing booth, Finn will not. Sit down, Finn," ordered a fuming Rachel.

"Um, ok, Mia, are you sure you want to do this?" Will inquired slowly.

"Why not. I mean, if the glee club can benefit from this, I don't see why I shouldn't do this," the British girl stated nonchalantly. "Oh, and I was thinking of setting up in the auditorium. I don't want to cause some huge riot if I start kissing girls in the hallway," she chuckled.

"I highly doubt that anyone would mind seeing that," Puck snickered earning a slap upside the head from a giggling Hermione.

Later that night, Hermione and Santana were lying on the former Cheerio's bed working on homework until the older girl let out a frustrated groan.

"Hey, San?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Can you, um, can you…blimey, this is so difficult," the British girl mumbled.

"Come on, princesa, whatever it is can't be that bad," the Latina pointed out encouragingly. "Who knows, it could end up in a rather pleasurable situation," she stated with a wink.

"Oi. Where have you been the past few hours? I'm exhausted. Your stamina amazes me," grumbled Hermione.

"You weren't complaining too long ago," Santana whispered huskily as she trailed her fingers up her lover's thigh.

"Bloody hell. Stop distracting me," she muttered, biting her bottom lip.

"If you say so," laughed the raven-haired girl, removing her hand. "What were you going to ask me?"

"What? Oh, yeah, can you, er, help me with my Spanish homework? It's the one class I'm not doing well in and I love Will, but he really doesn't know what he's doing," frowned the wavy-haired brunette.

"You got that right, but I'd be more than happy to help you, baby," Santana informed her with a smile as she grabbed her textbook. As she began going over the different tenses, Hermione gazed at her fondly before kissing her cheek and focusing on what she was explaining.

The next day, the young witch was setting up her kissing booth in the auditorium, bracing herself for whatever was going to happen. She threw on her football jersey from the game and waited. Before too long, she heard Santana yelling and couldn't help but smile fondly at the sound of her lover's voice.

"Back up, you hormone-crazed bitches!" As soon as she pushed the door open, a stampede of both guys and girls came rushing in. "Looks like someone's gonna be busy," the Latina smirked as she walked up to the gaping British girl.

"What are you doing here, love?" The older girl murmured quietly.

"Well, someone's got to supervise to make sure these little freaks don't get out of hand," she growled out, glaring daggers at the large line before dragging the taller girl backstage and into a room hidden from the auditorium full of people. She kissed the other girl quickly, led her back to the booth, and moved to the side. "Come on then!" She spat at the first couple of people in line, who shrunk back in fear before rushing forward. After several hours and hundreds of kisses later, Santana began throwing everyone out of the auditorium. "Ay dios mio. Get out of here already!"

"Don't worry, guys! I'll be open after lunch!" Hermione called out to the group, hoping that they wouldn't start attacking the former cheerleader. "You know people are going to think you want me all to yourself if you're not careful," she teased the younger girl.

"Well, if they know what's good for them, they won't assume anything," the other girl muttered gruffly before grabbing the wavy-haired brunette and pushing her into one of the chairs in the front row. She hastily climbed on top of Hermione and began kissing the other girl's neck.

"Well, looks like I should start kissing more people in front of you if this is what I get in return," the British girl managed to choke out between moans.

"Shut it, Granger," the Latina growled out before kissing her deeply. After several minutes, the bell rang and people started banging on the door, wanting to be let into the auditorium.

"Guess that's my cue," Hermione panted out, gently pushing the feisty brunette back.

"I'll never get tired of that," Santana murmured happily, moving off of the older girl so the two could straighten up their clothes. They whipped their heads up when the door creaked open and were shocked when Quinn slowly walked in. "What are you doing here, Stretch Mark?"

"Santana, be nice," the older girl chastised. "Hey, Quinn, what can I do for you?"

"I, um, just wanted to help out the glee club," the blonde responded quietly, waving a dollar bill around lamely.

"Alright, step on up, Q," Hermione spoke warmly, moving behind the booth. The hazel-eyed girl slowly made her way onto the stage and handed her dollar over. She leaned forward and met the other girl's lips for a few seconds before Santana pulled her back.

"Time's up, Fabray," she informed her dangerously, earning an eye roll from Hermione.

"Calm down, love," the British teen whispered into her ear. "You know you're the only one I want." The Latina visibly calmed down at her words and released Quinn's arm. "Thanks for your contribution, Quinn. Do me a favor and send the others in when you leave?" She asked with a grin. The former head Cheerio nodded with a small laugh before turning around and walking up the stairs. The crowd rushed in yet again and Hermione found herself overwhelmed by the amount of people that wanted to kiss her. Once they were all gone, Santana gave her an odd look.

"Did you mean what you said about me when Quinn was here?" She questioned, sounding more vulnerable than Hermione had ever heard.

"Of course I did," the wavy-haired brunette replied with a dazzling smile. The two were so caught up in each other that they didn't notice the figure creeping up behind them.

"'appy Valentine's Day, 'ermione." Hermione spun around quickly at the sound of the all too familiar voice.

"Fl-Fleur? What are you doing here?" She spluttered out, a panicked expression evident on her face.

"I forced Ginevra to tell me where you were. I just 'ad to see you," the veela responded, while circling the wavy-haired brunette like a predator getting ready to claim its prey.

"Hermione, who the fuck is this?"

"One of my more clingy ex's, Fleur Delacour," the brown-eyed girl squeaked out. "She, um, didn't take it too well when I ended things with her."

"I think you need to leave, blondie,"the Latina growled out, throwing a protective arm around the shaking girl.

"What are you doing with this foolish Muggle, ma cherie? You know I could satisfy you so much better than she possibly could."

"Oh no she didn't!" Santana stormed up to the French woman and shoved her back. "I'm from a part of town called Lima Heights Adjacent. You know where that is? On the wrong side of the tracks. Now leave a'fores I ends you."

"Ooh, she is a feisty one, non?" The blonde cackled before forcefully pushing the girl back. Santana glared at her before smacking the taller woman across the face. The veela growled back and responded with a slap of her own, scratching the dark-haired girl's cheek in the process. The Latina yelped out in pain and lunged at the woman. They rolled around on the floor for a few moments throwing punches left and right before Hermione stepped in.

"Stop it! Both of you!" Hermione shrieked, pulling Fleur off of Santana and standing in front of the Latina protectively. "Fleur, I know you think I'm your mate and all that, but I'm not! You smothered me when we were together and that's only one of the many reasons why we didn't work. You have no right to come here and try to claim me, especially when I have finally found happiness! You weren't there for me after I finally got away from those Death Eaters and you weren't there for me after what Ronald did and you weren't there for me after my parents were murdered right in front of my eyes! Santana really listens to me and genuinely cares about me. With her, nothing is forced, it's all completely natural. And you know what? I've actually fallen in love for the first time in my life!" The brunette paused to take a deep breath and noticed the other two staring at her in shock.

"Very well, 'ermione. I'll leave for now, but I know you'll come crawling back when you get bored with 'er," the French woman spat dangerously, before storming backstage. After a loud pop was heard, Hermione knelt to face Santana.

"Oh, darling, are you alright? You didn't have to do that," she murmured quietly, gently caressing the younger girl's face.

"Of course I did. I had to protect you," the Latina responded bashfully, placing her hand over the British girl's.

"I honestly love you," Hermione slipped out before she could stop herself. Santana froze and glanced at the slightly taller girl frantically. "Look, you don't have to say it back or anything. I don't even know what we are, but I'm just happy you're giving me a chance. Let's go get you to the nurse to get that cut cleaned up." She stood and helped her lover up who was gazing at her with a dazed expression on her face.

"Uh, yeah, ok, um, baby, what's a Muggle?" The British teen rolled her eyes playfully.

"Where the bloody hell did you hear that word? Were you hit harder than I thought?"

"Um, no, I don't think so. That blonde bimbo said it. At least I think she did," the raven-haired girl said, while scrunching up her face in thought.

"You're adorable," the wavy-haired brunette told her with a smile before kissing her forehead and escorting her to the nurse's office.