A/N: Hey! Okay, I haven't updated in like a year and a half, but now I'm back. Woo! This is short, but I already started chapter 5. Oh, and I could still use a beta..
Enjoy!

Santana swallowed.

Brittany kept starring at her with curious, searching eyes.

"What? No, of course I wasn't. I like guys," Santana answered, making sure she wasn't getting eye contact with Brittany.

She definitely wasn't a lesbian. And she hadn't been in love with Amy. Had she?

No! This was just crazy.

"We were friends. She was a bitch. And that's it."

Brittany kept starring. Santana felt like Brittany was trying to look right into her soul or something. It made her uncomfortable.

"It's cool if you were in love with her, I..."

"But I wasn't!" Santana was getting angry. And maybe a little nervous. Why was she getting nervous?

She stood up, leaving her math on the table and walked to the window. She really needed a cigarette right now. She lit one and took a long drag and breathed out through the window. In love with Amy... No. Well, maybe she had liked her a little bit more than she liked her other friends and maybe she was jealous of Sam sometimes, but that was just because Amy had been her best friend. It hadn't had anything to do with Santana being in love with Amy. She took another drag.

"I was in love with a girl once."

Santana almost choked on the smoke. Brittany's eyes went wide as she stood.

"Oh! Are you okay?" She walked to Santana, who was holding her right hand in front of her mouth while she was coughing. She could feel tears form in her eyes.

"Here." Brittany gave Santana the bottle of water she had been sipping while they were doing homework. Santana drank some of the water, and after a few moments she could breathe again.

"Thanks," she breathed out. She then looked up at Brittany. "So you've been with a girl?

"What? Oh, uhm, no. I was never with her. But I was in love with her.

Some part of Santana didn't want to talk about this subject, but she was curios. "Who was it?"

Brittany shrugged.

"Just a girl from back home. We were friends, but not best friends. We took the same dance classes."

Santana looked from Brittany's eyes, to her feet and back up. So she was s dancer.

"I don't know if I was in love with her... But I know I liked to dance with her more than with any of the boys. I just liked being around her. She was sweet. And pretty." Brittany smiled and sat back down. Santana flicked the cigarette out of the window and followed.

"But then I stopped going to the classes because I got here and I haven't seen her or talked to her in a long time." Brittany let out a breath that sounded like a laugh. "I guess I got over that crush pretty quick, actually."

Santana glanced at Brittany. She didn't look like a lesbian. But then again, you probably couldn't tell who was gay and who wasn't just by their looks.

"So… are you gay, or?" Santana asked casually, sounding rather indifferent.

Brittany smiled. "I don't really like labels. I just like the idea of falling in love with the person. Once I had a crush on my English teacher, Mr. Rhyes. But it was probably just because he always talked about poems in class. I like poems… Sometimes I write some myself, but I'm really not good at it. In 7th grade I wrote a poem about dancing and when I showed the poem to some of my friends from dance class, they just laughed. And I decided not to show Mr. Rhyes the poem, because that would be embarrassing…"

By the look on Brittany's face, Santana could tell she now was in her own little world of thoughts. Suddenly she came back to earth.
With a breath she said "uhm, yeah, no, I don't think I'm gay. Maybe bisexual. But I don't really mind what I am. But I can't wait until I fall in love. Like head over heels in love. I think it's the most amazing thing a person can experience."

With that she looked at Santana with a shy smile. Santana looked back. They sat like that for a moment, until the door opened.

"Jesus Christ, is the world about to end?!" Santana shouted. She almost had a heart attack when Tina burst the door open.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were… I just forgot my book for class." Tina held up a book, the title saying something in French.

"Whatever."

Tina left. Santana felt a little awkward. It was weird talking about feelings, and especially about girls falling in love with other girls. Whatever. Brittany could fall in love with anyone she wanted, boys or girls or teachers, Santana couldn't care less. But this still felt a little strange, and suddenly the math seemed much more interesting than it did before.

"So, I should add the Z on both sides?"

Brittany smiled. It reached her eyes.

"Not even close."

…

It was almost Christmas and everyone was about to go home for holiday break. Almost everyone. Santana was in her room, gazing out the window. Some of the other girls were picked up by their parents while others shared a cab down to the train station. Quinn and Tina had used the last three days going on and on about how much fun they were going to have over the holiday. Boyfriends, parties and of course presents and Christmas food. When Santana had been fed up with them talking she had went for a long walk. Just her, her iPod and her cigarettes.

Now she was alone and the school was silent. That was until she heard a knock on the door. Before Santana has said anything the door opened and Rachel came in with a crazy big smile on her face.

"Santana!" Wow, high pitch voice. "I just wanted to wish you a merry Christmas before I went home for the holiday."

"I didn't know hobbits celebrated Christmas. Watch out, people might think that you are a little Christmas elf."

Rachel's smile disappeared and now she looked like a sad little puppy.

"Okay… Well… Merry Christmas, Santana." Rachel stormed out.

Santana let out a sigh. "Miss Lopez, enjoy the silence."

…

When it was time to eat – or, to be exact, when Santana felt it was time to eat – she went down to the dining room. There was not nearly as much food as usual, but that made sense since she was the only student left at the school. She took a plate, grabbed some food and sat down.

"Santana!" a happy voice said. "I didn't know you would be here too!"

Brittany.

Normally Santana would be irritated in a situation like this. She thought she would be by herself for the next two weeks; well, besides the few teachers who had to be here still. But the fact that Brittany was here was actually okay. If there had to be another student besides herself at school in the holiday Santana was happy it was Brittany.

"Come sit with me." Brittany's smile grew wider when Santana stood up and walked to the table where Brittany sat.

"Why aren't you back home for Christmas?" Brittany asked while taking a bite of her food.

"Not allowed. I have like zero privileges and it fucking sucks. But okay, it's not like my parents would want to see me anyway."

Brittany gave her a sad pout.

"What about you? Why are you stuck at school?"

Brittany looked a little sad as she spoke.

"My parents decided to spend Christmas at a homeless shelter, like, 90 miles from where we live. They always wanted to do that, and since I'm here and my sister will be with her boyfriend and his family for Christmas we decided that I should just stay here over the holiday. But I think they will come and visit after new years, so that's okay. It just feels weird not to be with my family at Christmas." Brittany had her eyes locked at the table when she spoke, but then she looked up at Santana and smiled. "But I'm glad that you're here."

Santana couldn't help but smile back.

"Yeah. I'm glad that you're here too."