Hey guys, I'm back again. I'm going to try really hard to have a new chapter out each week and so far that seems to be working. Anyways, this chapter is based on a rumour I read a while back. I'm fairly sure the rumour was fan-made not an actual spoiler because I think the chances of it happening in the show are zero. However the rumour included Bram and since this is a Brittana fic, I had to change the details a little. It's a little out of the box but I really hope you guys enjoy it. This wil lead to more interesting moments for Brittana though and this way the fanfic is longer. :D

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I hope you all enjoy and leave me a review with what you thought about it.

Brittany walked away from Santana toward the gym where practice was being held. They needed more room than the choir room today and it was too cold outside to even think about doing it out there. As much as Sue may not care for her Cheerios she still wanted them to be able to function and not shiver the whole time or get a cold later and not have a team. So if it was going to hurt her somehow, she wouldn't do it. Thus they were practicing in the gym.

It took a few tries but eventually Brittany made her way to the gymnasium. She got lost a few times but finally she was here. When she got to the gym doors she pulled on the handle but it didn't budge. So she grabbed the other handle thinking maybe she had pulled the wrong handle. It has happened before to Brittany where she would ignore the sign that clearly says "Use Other Door" but she'd still pull on it so she thought this must be one of those times. She pulled the other handle… Still nothing. Then she thought, Maybe this was one of the push doors not pull even though this handle looks like one you would pull on. Brittany shrugged her shoulders. Worth a shot. She pushed on the door and again there was nothing. Completely out of options, she finally took a step back to examine the door. Maybe there was a clue as to why it wouldn't open.

A bit higher up on the door, she noticed a piece of paper. She stepped closer to see what it said. In big bold letters it read: PRACTICE IS CANCELLED FOR PERSONAL REASONS YOU DON'T NEED TO KNOW. Brittany tilted her head in confusion when she noticed smaller print below the bolded print. Her eyes squinted to determine what it said: If any of you even think of asking me what these said reasons are, you are off the squad, understood?

"Yes," Brittany answered aloud without thinking about. She instantly stood up straight and looked around to make sure no one had heard that. It wouldn't really look good for her to be talking to a piece of paper. "Phew…" She slouched her shoulders back to the way they were when she realized no one had heard her little slip up.

She turned on her heel and went back the way she came, Maybe I can find Santana and we can find a quiet place to continue what we started this morning. A devilish grin came upon her lips as she thought of all the possibilities this could do for her. Maybe she could distract Santana to the point of letting her not go to school. What's one day right?

After many twists and turns, she made her way back to her locker where she grabbed her backpack again just in case Santana made her go to class after their make-out session somewhere. If she didn't have her backpack, they would have to give up time to go get it making Brittany's chances of not going to class even slim.

Once she had her bag, she stopped to think about where Santana might be… Then it hit her, the choir room. That was probably the best place to look because Santana was always going on about how she missed that room. She would look there first, if she wasn't there then she'd text her and figure out where exactly the Latina was.

On her way to the choir room she walked past Kitty, her annoying team-mate.

"Hey Britt, wanna go work on a routine idea I have? I think it'll be epic." Her voice was exploding with arrogance.

Brittany cringed when she used the nickname only Santana used. "Um…"

"Come on, use that brain of yours. It's a yes or no answer I'm looking for." Kitty didn't even try to be nice. She knew all the right buttons to push when it came to Brittany.

Brittany frowned at the fact that Kitty basically called her dumb right in this moment. "No," and she turned around before Kitty could retaliate with some other remark.

She looked up from the ground and noticed she was just a few doors away from the choir room and she hoped more than anything that Santana would be in this room because of the things Kitty just said to her. She needed someone to make her feel better and who better to do that than the girl she loved.

The door was closed, which it usually was, so she opened the door not paying attention to what was inside the room until she was standing in the door frame. Her mouth fell open at the sight in front of her. In all her time here, there had been a lot of things that happened but never in a million years did she think she'd see this especially with the fact that she was with Santana. The hurt she was feeling because of Kitty turned into a mixture of confusion and hurt as she whipped around on her heel and left through the door she had just entered. She heard a voice echo behind her right before she left but she didn't care. She needed to be alone.

15 Minutes Earlier…

Santana walked toward the place that she thought Sam would be. The only thing near the place he had been walking was the choir room so she figured he must be going in there. So she made her way to the choir room hoping that he would be there so they could have a chat.

She walked into the already open door to the choir room and noticed Sam looking through some sheet music. He was no doubt looking for something to sing for this week's assignment. Once inside the room, she closed the door so that any passer-byers wouldn't care if it got a little heated in this room. They'd just walk on by like there was nothing going on.

"Hey there Trouty Mouth," Santana tried to sound happy about it but failed miserably.

Sam jumped a little at the sound of a voice behind him. He turned around and was met with Santana walking closer to him. "Santana, you scared me but hey. What are you doing here?"

She walked closer to him and stood next to him, "Well its Thanksgiving weekend. So I'm here to see my parents." Even though I haven't even seen them yet, she thought to herself as Sam said something about understanding that reason.

"So what is it that you are doing?" She got right down to business. If she wanted to know something, she didn't waste time asking pointless questions to get to her answer.

"Well I'm looking for a song for this week's assignment? You know I kind of want to go with something-"

"That's not what I'm talking about! According to my source, you have changed completely who you are for someone. Why is that?" Her eyes peered into his soul.

"I-" He tried to answer when she cut him off again.

"Why is it that you need to become a little more dumb than usual to try and impress a girl?" She rubbed her hands together in a menacing way before placing her somewhat heavy purse on the piano nearby.

"What are you talking about?" He genuinely looked confused but Santana didn't buy it.

"Oh don't play dumb with me; you know exactly what I am talking about here. So give up this façade and admit it." She was not going to play games here. She moved closer to him, giving him her infamous look that made any person fear for their life.

He looked from side to side, "Who are you talking about?"

"Ha, like you don't know. It's Brittany, you idiot!" Santana didn't want to say her name because she was afraid he'd figure out the real reason she was here but she wouldn't let him see that side of her in this moment. "You're all the same. I really am the only person at this school…" She trained off realizing she doesn't' go to this school anymore. "Well I don't go here anymore but, that's not the point! The point is, I am the only one that believes she is actually incredibly smart. So the fact that you feel that you need to make yourself dumber for her to like you is just pathetic."

"Woah…" He puts up his hands in defense. "Who said I had a thing for Brittany?"

Her eyes squinted in confusion for moment actually believing him, "It doesn't matter who said it. The fact is you are doing this for a reason. All guys do it. They figure out something the girl they like likes and they do it too so that she will like him. I've seen it a million times. This is the same thing. So tell me, why?"

He opened and closed his mouth, he had to say something, anything to her but he couldn't form words. It was like his brain stopped working. Like the reason he was doing it was stopping him from actually saying it out loud.

"I'm waiting," She crossed her arms and tapped her foot waiting impatiently. "Brittany is so innocent and kind and smart, yet you choose her of all people to crush over. What happened to Mercedes? Last I checked you spent all of last year trying to be with her and now magically you don't give a damn about her. I mean how does that make any sense?"

"Fine! I'll tell you," He almost yelled trying to get her to stop her rant.

Santana shrugged her shoulders, "Let's hear it then. Why?"

He fought his mind, he knew what he was doing. It may not make sense to anyone but he thought it would work. "I'm not trying to get close to Brittany, I'm using her to get to someone else. You happy?"

For a moment Santana was silent, she didn't know what to say. Who would use Brittany to get to someone else? Who would he get to? "Wait; let me get this straight…" She put up her hand out in front of her, "You purposely acted dumb in hopes that someone else other than Brittany would fall for you?"

He nodded, "Yes."

"That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. Who is it that you are trying to make fall for you? I'm pretty sure there are easier ways than this." She couldn't believe that this was the reason he was pining over Brittany.

He stared at her trying to find the right words to say about who it was.

"I'm waiting…" She didn't have time for this. She would rather be in the gym pissing off Sue by watching Brittany practice then dealing with this type of crazy.

Sam stopped thinking about it and he closed his eyes and crashed his lips against Santana's.

To say that Santana was shocked would be a severe understatement. She was fully one hundred percent blown away by the moment in front of her. She was frozen, she could clearly see that he was kissing her but her mind was too confused to understand what was going on. Finally after about thirty seconds her mind clicked in and she shoved him off of her and without even thinking about it she pulled her left hand into a fist and she swung hard. Her fist connected with Sam's face and from the velocity of it he hit the ground.

Santana looked to her right and spotted blonde hair and red practically running out the door.

She turned back to Sam with a renewed vengeance in her eyes not even realizing that her left hand was very injured from punching Sam.