I'm sorry this hasn't been updated in a while, I have my reasons. I'm having money problems at the moment so I've had to pick up extra shifts at work to try and sort myself out, which means I don't really have the time to sit down and write. I will try my best to write as much as I can, but please don't expect much. Updates will be slow, sorry.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 7- Perfect Person

That night Brittany had trouble sleeping. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't get Santana's words out of her head. It broke her heart knowing the girl didn't have any feelings for her whatsoever, but mostly it made her feel disappointed in herself. She felt like a huge pervert who had been staring at her step-daughter even though nothing could have happened between them. Not only was she a terrible step-mom, but she was also a terrible wife. Her husband was lying in a hospital bed and all she could think about was how she would never get to see Santana's dick again.

Wait a minute, what?! No, I'm not thinking about that dick of hers, I swear I'm not! She thought to herself, burying her head in the pillow.

Just as she was drifting off to sleep, there was a soft knock on her bedroom door. Brittany snapped her head up and gulped nervously. She knew it was Santana, so she was curious to know why the girl was knocking on her bedroom door in the middle of the night. "Come in," she said quietly.

Santana opened the bedroom door and walked in wearing a tight tank top and a pair of basketball shorts. Brittany almost died at the sight. "Brittany, I'm really worried about dad, what if they're not looking after him properly? Maybe one of us should have stayed with him, j-just to make sure he was okay."

Brittany sighed and sat up in bed. She leaned to the side and turned on the light. "Come here," she said, patting the empty space next to her. Santana hurried over to her dads side of the bed and crawled under the covers. Once again, Brittany almost died. It was like a dream come true having the girl in her bed. "Listen, your dad is strong, nothings going to happen to him, you need to stop worrying."

"He was in a car accident," Santana whispered quietly, turning on her side so she was facing Brittany.

Brittany followed the girls actions and also turned to face Santana. She refrained from leaning forward and kissing her on the lips, knowing that wasn't the wisest thing to do. "Accidents happen, Santana," she replied, tucking a strand of hair behind the girls ear. "He's not going to be in there for long, just a couple of days."

Santana's eyes widened. "What if someone beats him up and he's too weak to defend himself?!" She panicked.

"Sweetheart, this isn't prison," Brittany said, chuckling slightly. "No one is going to beat him up, I promise."

Although, if Dex tries to ruin my Santana time when he gets home, I might have to do some damage, the woman thought to herself. Fuck, I really am the worst wife ever. I wonder if other people think like this.

"Do you pinky promise?" Santana sniffled.

"I pinky promise," Brittany smiled, holding out her finger and joining it with Santana's. When it was time to let go, the woman had trouble moving, she just wanted to hold Santana's finger and never let go. Eventually she did let go, she didn't want to seem like a creep.

"Can we go visit him tomorrow?" Santana asked, playing with the sheet covers.

Brittany nodded her head. "If you want to."

Hopefully we wont spend hours and hours in there, she thought to herself.

"I do, dad will be expecting us," Santana said. She turned on her side and rested her head on the pillow, staring intently at Brittany. "Hey, do you think maybe I could sleep in here tonight? I-I just really don't want to be alone."

Oh crap, I want Dex to come home right now! Shit! What the fuck am I supposed to say? What if I wont be able to keep my hands to myself? Paedophile she'll scream. Fucking paedophile! Brittany panicked.

"Of course you can stay in here, I completely understand," she said, feeling her mouth going dry.

Santana smiled and closed her eyes, covering herself with the duvet. "Night," she whispered.

Brittany sat frozen on the bed, her eyes wide as she stared at the girl who looked so comfortable. She couldn't understand how just minutes ago she was thinking about Santana's...dick, and now the girl was in her room, sleeping in her bed. Her heart raced as she turned off the light and slowly lay down in bed. A million thoughts ran through her head, all mostly dirty thoughts she was ashamed of. She tried to block everything out, but it was no good, nothing could stop her from thinking such things about her step-daughter.

The little noises Santana made during the night drove the woman mad. Just as she was convinced she was drifting off to sleep, Santana would make a little noise or breathe loudly, and Brittany's eyes would always shoot open and turn to face the girl. She thought it was weird how much of a turn on the noises were, but then something crossed her mind. If she could hear Santana making noises, what if the girl could hear her making noises? Brittany held her breath and remained frozen, not wanting to make too much noise. She knew she was being ridiculous, but thoughts are thoughts, and they never seemed to go away.

It was around 3am when Santana woke up, rolling over to Brittany and accidently waking her up. Brittany felt the girls body pressed up against her and was immediately alert. "Good morning," she blurted out.

Santana chuckled quietly. "It's still late," she whispered. "Go back to sleep."

You and that body of yours have just woke me up, Brittany thought to herself.

"Sorry for waking you up," Santana yawned, as if she could hear what Brittany was thinking. "I was just dreaming about you and suddenly got hard. Go back to sleep, I'm just going to quickly get rid of this boner."

Brittany's eyes snapped open She must have been going mad! Did Santana really say that? Did the girl really get hard while thinking about Brittany? The woman quickly sat up in bed and flicked on the light before pulling the duvet away from Santana and staring at her erection. Her mouth dropped when she saw the bulge in the girls pants, she really was hard. Santana smirked at Brittany's reaction and started to rub herself.

"It feels good when I touch myself," Santana moaned, biting her lip.

"How good?" Brittany asked, never taking her eyes away from Santana's erection. She wanted to touch her, she needed to touch her, she looked so...delicious. She wondered what she would taste like, and what it would be like to take the girls cock into her mouth.

"Really good," Santana answered, pulling her cock out of her shorts and moaning when it hit her stomach. "Look at all this cum leaking out of me, all because of you," she whispered, stroking herself faster.

She knew she shouldn't have, but she had to. "Can I...can I help you out?" Brittany asked nervously.

Santana raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to suck me off?" She asked.

Brittany nodded her head furiously. "So bad," she gasped.

"Get down here and show me what you can do then," Santana smirked, gripping Brittany's hair tightly and guiding her to her cock. "Suck it good," she ordered.

The woman took a deep breath before opening her mouth and taking all of Santana in. Heaven. She felt like she was in heaven.

Beep beep beep.

The sound of a phone ringing woke Brittany up from her heavenly, too good to be true dream. She sat up in bed and ran her fingers through her hair, wiping the sweat off her forehead. She looked over to Santana who was sleeping peacefully before she climbed out of bed and answered her phone. She rolled her eyes when she heard her husbands voice on the other end of the line.

"How are you this morning?" Dex asked.

"You've woke me up," Brittany moaned. "I was in the middle of a very good dream."

"What was it about?" He asked.

It was about sucking your daughter off. No doubt I would have fucked her too, the woman thought to herself.

"It was just one of those dreams where you know, we win some money and can quit our jobs," she lied, listening to her husband laughing. She looked back over to Santana and was surprised to see the girl sitting up in bed yawning. Brittany gulped when Santana stretched her arms, exposing her stomach. "W-why are you ringing anyway's?" She asked, needing a distraction.

"I just wanted to see how my two favorite girls were doing," Dex said.

"Is that dad?" Santana asked, jumping out of bed before Brittany could even reply. "Can I please speak to him?"

Brittany nodded her head and gave Santana the phone. "Be quick, I'm sure he wont be able to talk for long," she said.

Santana mumbled something Brittany couldn't quite make out as she hurried out of the room and down the hall. The girls bedroom door slammed shut and Brittany let out a sigh of relief, happy to be alone for a moment. She sat down on her bed and chewed her nails, thinking about the weird dream she so desperately wanted to come true. Thinking about the sex dream turned out to be a huge turn on for the woman, and before Brittany could think about what she was doing, her hand was sliding into her panties.

"I lost connection," Santana sighed as she walked back into the bedroom.

Brittany quickly removed her hand and blushed when she noticed Santana was looking at her curiously. For a moment she thought she had been caught masturbating, but then she realized Santana was just an innocent little girl who wouldn't even think about such things.

Then again, I did catch little miss innocent masturbating, she thought to herself. Mmm, the things she can do with that hand of hers. I should really check out her muscles the next time she-

"Dad said we can go and visit him now, it's not too early!" Santana exclaimed, jumping up and down. "I was hoping we could even get him some flowers, just so he knows we're thinking of him a-and how much we miss him!"

The bastard hasn't even been in hospital 24 hours yet, Brittany thought to herself, forcing a smile onto her face.

"Perhaps," she nodded, humming slightly. "But you're still going to school today, Santana. I know yesterday we had a little bit of a scare, but education is very important and you can't afford to stay off, especially since you've only just started the place," she added in a stern voice.

"I understand that," the girl said quietly. "As long as I can see dad before I go."

"You will," Brittany assured her, hesitating for a moment. "Santana, when I drop you off at school today, I think I'll come to the office with you. You know...the conversation we had yesterday about the whole swimming situation? I'll speak to the principal about it."

Santana's face lit up. "Thank you so much," she said, leaning forward and pulling Brittany in for a hug.

The blonde almost died when she wrapped her arms around Santana's waist. It felt so good, she didn't want to seem to let go. "N-not a problem," she stuttered, blushing through the contact.

Santana pulled back and stood in front of the woman, playing with the hem of her top. "I want you to remember what I said the other day, about me helping you with your...problems," the girl reminded her. "Remember I'm a good listener."

The woman nodded her head but didn't reply. She couldn't talk to Santana about the drink, weed, all the crap she had done in her life, it was embarrassing. She knew the girl wouldn't judge her, but she couldn't exactly talk to her about it. She hoped Santana would forget about it all, even though she knew she wouldn't. Santana wasn't someone who would let things go.

"Anyway, what are you going to tell the principal?" Santana asked curiously, taking a seat on the bed next to her step-mom.

Brittany ran her fingers through her hair and shrugged. "Not sure yet," she said honestly. "I'll just make something up, I can be quite convincing at times."

"I know," Santana laughed.

"Will you be having lunch with that girl again? What's she called, the one with the hair?" Brittany asked, trying to remember the girls name from the day before. The one she immediately hated after discovering her step-daughter was very fond of her.

"Are you talking about Angelica?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "The one you called a slut even though you've never met her before?"

"I saw what that girl was wearing," the woman said defensively.

"She was wearing her school uniform, there was no difference between me and her," Santana replied.

No difference between you and her? You're smoking hot and have a penis that I'm sure would do a lot of good things to my lady parts, not to mention how sweet you are, Brittany thought to herself.

"I'm right you're wrong," Brittany shrugged, standing up.

"Come in," Principal Figgins shouted from his desk.

Brittany and Santana stood outside the office, both nervous about speaking to the principal. Santana was nervous in case things went wrong and she was forced to participate in swimming. Brittany wasn't as nervous, but she still had no idea what she was going to say to the man. The woman took a deep breath and opened the door, her eyes immediately landing on the man sitting with his arms crossed, glaring at her.

"And what can I do for you today?" He asked in a strong Indian accent.

Brittany and Santana sat down on one of the leather seats. "Well...I just wanted to talk about Santana's schedule," she started, gulping nervously.

Principal Figgins raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Is there a problem with her schedule, was I right when I said the girl wouldn't be able to keep up with the way we run things here?" Brittany gasped and shook her head, Santana was a genius, how dare he say something like that!

The woman glared at Principal Figgins. "I don't want Santana to take part in that swimming class, or whatever you want to call it," she started, not knowing what else to say. "Erm...s-she's too good for swimming, we- me and my husband, we would prefer her to spend that hour catching up on another subject, History perhaps?"

Principal Figgins shook his head. "Swimming is mandatory, I'm afraid we can't bend the rules, especially not for a new student who hasn't earned it."

Hasn't earned it? Brittany thought to herself. This mans probably some creepy paedophile who goes around perving on young girls...oh god, we have something in common. No! I'm not a pervert, I just happen to have a thing for my...step-daughter. It's completely normal.

The sound of Santana's soft voice pulled Brittany out of her thoughts. "Principal Figgins, I know how important swimming is to this school, but I would really appreciate it if you would just consider it, I swear I wont ask for anything else again," she said quietly.

The man sighed. "I'm afraid I can't."

Brittany couldn't believe what she was hearing, how on earth could that idiot just sit there and say no so easily? He hadn't even asked for an explanation, he had already made his mind up. The woman tried to bite her tongue to refrain from blurting out something she would regret, but she just couldn't help herself, it slipped out of her mouth. "This school is so fucking ridiculous!" She snapped, jumping to her feet causing the leather chair to fall back. "Who even cares about swimming?! Isn't education more important than just...swimming!"

"I beg your pardon," Principal Figgins gasped.

"Listen," Brittany said, placing her hands on the mans desk. "If Santana was thrown into the swimming pool with all her clothes on, I'm pretty sure she's good enough to be able to swim to the side. She doesn't need to do a fucking swimming class, that's not what we want for her!"

Principal Figgins got to his feet and pointed to the wall filled with pictures. "Some of the best swimmers in the world attended this school, don't you forget that."

Brittany laughed and shook her head. "But Santana doesn't want to become a swimmer, that's not her dream," she argued.

"You and your family are causing me problems, you do realize that, don't you?"

"Just change her schedule, that's all I'm asking for!" Brittany shouted.

Santana placed her hand on Brittany's back and tried to get her attention. "It's okay, lets just forget about it," she whispered into her ear.

"No way am I forgetting about this, you shouldn't have to do swimming if you don't want to," Brittany said. She could feel herself getting angrier by the second, she didn't want people to make fun of her step-daughter because she had a penis. She had to do something to make sure Santana wasn't humiliated. "Change the schedule, now!" She demanded.

"I suggest you leave," Principal Figgins said sternly.

"Brittany, lets just go, please," the girl behind her begged.

But the woman could not walk away. She slammed her hand down on the table and grabbed Principal Figgins by the collar. "Change her schedule!" She screamed.

"Brittany! You're hurting him, let him go!" Santana shouted, wrapping her arms around Brittany's waist and pulling her back.

Brittany regained her balance and glared at the man. "Santana is-"

"Expelled!" The principal exclaimed, coughing furiously. He pointed his finger at them both. "You two...you're entire family is crazy, this is not acceptable!" He coughed again. "Get out of this school and never return."

Brittany stood frozen on the spot, unable to wrap her head around what the man had said. 'Expelled' was such a strong word, a word that could change someone's entire future. View Hill was one of the best schools around, no one had ever been expelled from there. Brittany's heart raced when she realized what she had done. Her step-daughter, the girl with the penis, was expelled from a good school because of her actions. "Principal Figgins...I am so sorry," the woman said quietly, gasping.

"Get out," he repeated, pressing a button underneath the table. "Security are on their way so suggest you leave before you're dragged out of this school. You're lucky I haven't contacted the police."

"Please, I didn't-"

"What the hell are you doing, lets go!" Santana snapped, storming out of the office, clearly annoyed.

Brittany dropped her head in shame as she walked out of the office and down the hall. When they left the building for the last time, Brittany opened the car door and watched as Santana slammed the door shut behind her and crossed her arms, annoyed. The woman drove them home in silence, neither of them saying a word. Santana was in too much of a mood to even think about speaking to Brittany, and Brittany felt too ashamed to even open her mouth. It was all her fault and she knew that. She dreaded the conversation she would have to have with her husband, and how she would have to explain how his daughter, his good daughter was expelled from one of the best schools around.

Not long later Brittany pulled up outside of the house. Neither of them made any attempt to get out of the car. The woman took a deep breath and unbuckled her seat beat as she turned to face her step-daughter. "If you want, I could order us a pizza?" She suggested.

Santana rolled her eyes. "It's not even 9am yet, don't you think it's a little early?"

Brittany could sense the annoyance in her voice. "Oh," she mumbled, lowering her head. "I forgot it was that early.

"Don't worry, I'm sure it's not too early for you to drink a bottle of vodka or two," she scoffed.

Brittany frowned. It wasn't like Santana to speak like that. "Hey, that's mean," she said, gazing at the girl. "Don't talk to me like that, remember your manners." Even though she had a thing for her step-daughter, she still refused to be spoken to like a piece of shit. She didn't deserve that, no matter what.

Santana laughed and shook her head. "I don't see the problem, you drink no matter what the time is."

"Don't be so horrible, Santana," the woman said.

"Don't be so horrible? Thanks to you I now don't have a school to go to. You're a lot of things, Brittany, but I never thought you would do something to risk my education," Santana started. "Why don't you ever listen to me? If we had just left his office when I wanted us to, I'd be in school right now, instead I'm-"

"You do realize that man would have forced you to do swimming, your bits would have been floating all over on the water," Brittany said.

"I could have come up with something else, what you did was unacceptable!" Santana argued.

"What he said was unacceptable," the woman mumbled.

"Brittany, you almost strangled the man!" Santana screamed, not understanding how her step-mom could be so oblivious to that. "I knew it was a bad idea asking you for help, I don't know why I didn't just ask my dad."

"The man who is currently in hospital?" Brittany raised an eyebrow.

"At least he wouldn't have caused a scene like you did."

Brittany closed her eyes and sighed. "You're right, I'm sorry for my actions and I guess I'm sorry you got expelled because of me. I'm also sorry I give a damn about you and I didn't want people to laugh at you when you would show up at the swimming pool revealing your penis. So yeah, I care about you and unlike others, it matters to me the way other people treat you."

Santana opened the car door and hesitated for a moment before getting out. "You hated me when I first moved here, what changed?"

I realized you weren't a threat to me. I also have a huge crush on you, Brittany thought to herself.

"I wanted to be a good step-mom," Brittany said.

Santana sat back in her seat and closed the door. "Show me how good of a step-mom you are, when we get inside do something for me."

Straddle you and fuck you senseless? Brittany thought to herself. Wow, I'm not exactly sure why that popped into my head. Calm yourself, stop being so fucking dirty.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked.

"Pour the vodka down the sink, you don't need it," Santana said quickly.

Wow, after hearing that, Santana really does have a better chance of me fucking her senseless. Why on earth would I pour my drink down the sink? She's wrong, I do need it. Otherwise I'm just a sober person who-

"Do it for me, Brittany," the girl begged.

"Okay," Brittany sighed, not entirely sure whether she was going to go through with it. She needed to keep the girl happy though, especially after the trouble she had caused.

It was 8pm when Brittany left the house and headed to the bar to meet Tina for a couple of drinks. She had told Santana she was going over to a friends to watch a movie, which was clearly a lie. She would have stayed in the house with Santana, but Angelica, stupid Angelica happened to stop by after school and decided she wanted to spend some time with the girl. Brittany was jealous when Santana led the girl up to her bedroom, she couldn't stop thinking about what they might have been doing. She ordered Santana to keep the door open, but one time it did close, and Brittany's heart sank, which is how she ended up going to the bar for a couple of drinks, or 20.

"So what's new with you, anything interesting going on in your life?" Tina asked when they found an empty table.

Brittany sipped on her drink and shook her head. "Nothing new," she lied, still thinking about Santana. "What about you?" She asked.

"Me and Ronald had another argument last night, he just never seems to listen to what I have to say. That kid of his is driving me crazy as well, sometime's I wonder if it would just be better to walk away from it all. I guess it would be a lot easier that way. Do you- do you think you could ever walk away from Dex?" Tina asked.

Dex, her husband she so deeply loved. Dex, the man with a teenage daughter Brittany couldn't stop thinking about. She thought about it for a moment, could she ever walk away from the man she loved? "I don't know," she whispered, frowning. "I guess if I had my eyes on someone else and I really wanted to be with them, I suppose I could walk away from him." It wasn't until the words slipped out of her mouth that Brittany realized how bad of a person she actually was.

Tina smiled. "Wow, your marriage really seems perfect," she joked. "So much for 'until death do we part', huh?" She added.

"No marriage is perfect," Brittany said quickly. "I'm not saying I would leave him if a random person came along, I'm just saying if there was someone out there who I was meant to be with, then yes, obviously I would want to be with them."

"And is there someone you would rather be with?" Tina asked.

Santana, Brittany thought to herself. My Santana, the innocent girl who loves action figures, I want to be with her. But, would I leave my husband for her? Yes? No? God, why is this so confusing, is it normal to be thinking about things like this?

"Maybe there is someone I want to be with," Brittany mumbled, taking a large gulp of her drink.

"Oh, spill, who is it?" Tina asked, eager to know. "Do I know them? Oh god, is it that man who always walks in the grocery store and buys seven apples and one orange? Is it him?"

Brittany giggled and shook her head. "No, it's someone you don't know," she said, surprised by how much she was saying. Drink really did make her mouth go. No matter how much drink was inside her though, she would never admit to having a thing for Santana, that was something she had to keep to herself, something that could never be revealed. God only knows what would have happened to her if people found out. "So tell me, has Mercedes found anyone to work in the store yet?" She asked, trying to change the subject.

"I hate it when you do that," Tina moaned, crossing her arms. "And to answer your question, no, Mercedes is still looking for the perfect employee."

Brittany rolled her eyes. "It's a grocery store, what type of person is she expecting to get?"

Tina shrugged her shoulders. "You will have to ask her that one. Hey, what about Santana? Is she interested in getting a part time job or something?"

Brittany eyes widened, the thought of having the girl working at the grocery store killed her. "No way, I've talked about this before and my answer is still the same. I-I can't have her working there, I just can't."

"Why not?" Tina asked.

"My drugs and shit are delivered there, I don't want her involved in that, she's just a girl," Brittany said.

"What if she's already applied?"

Brittany placed her drink on the table and leaned forward. "What exactly do you mean by that? Do you know something I don't?"

Santana couldn't have applied to work at the grocery store, no way in hell would she apply. No, that's just crazy. Tina's just trying to wind me up again, Brittany thought to herself.

"I mean nothing by that," Tina smirked. "I just wanted to see how you would react. Anyway, I'm going to get another drink before the bar gets too busy."

"Great idea," Brittany said, nodding her head.

It was late when Brittany got home, later than she expected. She told herself she would only stay at the bar for two hours, when in fact she ended up staying until the bartender told her they were closing. She stumbled into the house and immediately threw herself down on the couch, too drunk to carry herself up the stairs. She heard a few noises around her, but before she could see what it was, she had already passed out.

"Would you like a glass of water?" Someone asked.

Brittany opened and closed her eyes a few times, tying to adjust to the light in the room. When her eyes finally adjusted, she found herself looking at a stranger. Well, a stranger who looked slightly familiar. She sat up on the couch and ran her fingers through her hair, still looking at the girl who was sitting on the coffee table. "Who the hell are you?" She asked, yawning.

"I'm Angelica," the girl said, much to Brittany's surprise. Angelica, the girl Santana led up to her bedroom, the girl she had only known for two seconds, Angelica the slut.

"Why are you still in my house?" Brittany hissed. "Don't you have somewhere you need to be, home perhaps?"

"Santana said I could stay the night," Angelica said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Brittany replayed the girls words over and over again in her head. 'Stay the night', it didn't sound as innocent as 'lets have a sleepover,' or 'you could just crash here.' The words 'stay the night' meant something entirely different to Brittany, and she just hoped innocent Santana meant them in an entirely innocent way. But then she started thinking about the condoms in Santana's room, she wondered if they had been opened, if they had been used. A part of her wished she had counted how many there were. Damn, why didn't she do that?

Brittany stood up and cleared her throat. "And where have you been sleeping?" She asked.

"In Santana's bed," the girl answered, almost giving Brittany a heart attack. "It's so comfortable, have you ever been in it before?"

I wish, Brittany thought to herself.

"Where is Santana? Is she upstairs?"

"Santana's in the kitchen, she should be back in a second," Angelica smiled, creeping Brittany out.

"It's great to know Santana leaves strangers alone in my house, just great," Brittany mumbled. "How long has she known you? 24 hours? Give or take."

"She's really cool!" Angelica exclaimed. "I think me and Santana could be really great friends. She's told me all about you, I wish you were my parent, you're apparently an awesome mom!"

"Step-mom, remember that," Brittany warned. 'Mom' made her sound like an even bigger pervert. "So...are you interested in sexual intercourse? I don't tolerate anything like that in this house so if you and Santana are having it, then you must end it now."

Angelica frowned. "Why would we be having sex?"

"Well...she closed the bedroom door earlier and my step-daughter is very attractive, I'm sure you have noticed that before," Brittany said, glaring at the girl. Angelica looked confused, not understanding what Brittany was talking about. "Don't act like that, I'm sure you've been with many people."

The girl gasped. "N-no, oh no!" She said, mortified. "Me and Santana are just friends, I could never look at her in such a way. I actually have a boyfriend and I'm not gay so you really don't have anything to worry about."

'Boyfriend', that word had just made Brittany's entire day.

"Oh, you're awake," the sound of Santana's voice pulled Brittany out of her thoughts. She turned to face the girl and smiled. Ever since she found out about Angelica and her boyfriend, her worries had slipped away. That was until she thought about her life, the husband she adored and the step-daughter she was insanely attracted to.

Maybe Angelica doesn't love her boyfriend anymore, maybe she's after Santana, Brittany thought to herself as she panicked. Don't be silly, the girl has just said she's straight, nothing to worry about.

"How are you feeling?" Santana asked.

Brittany sat back down on the couch and yawned again. "I feel fine," she said, not bothering to mention the horrific hangover she had. She then looked at the clock and frowned when she saw the time. "Why are you still awake? It's after 3am," she pointed out.

"Angelica came down here for a glass of water and she saw you passed out on the couch," Santana said.

"Yeah, it's pretty late so I think I'm going to go back to bed," Angelica said, leaving the room. "Goodnight, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," Brittany mumbled.

Maybe next time I can meet your boyfriend too, just to see how in love with him you are, she thought to herself.

Santana sat down on the couch next to Brittany and smiled. "She's great, isn't she?"

"She's not bad," Brittany smiled, admiring the young girl who was wearing a tank top and shorts. She looked hot, very hot. "Maybe you and her can be very good friends."

"Or...maybe someday me and Angelica will be something more than friends," Santana said, smiling shyly. Brittany immediately felt sick, she had no idea why the girl had said something like that. Something so...crazy! "I mean, I know I've only known her for like a day or something, but I really like her."

"You...you're attracted to her?" Brittany gasped.

"I am," Santana nodded, breaking Brittany's heart. "I hope one day she will be attracted to me. Anyway, I'm going to join Angelica, goodnight, we'll talk about your drunken night in the morning."

Brittany watched the girl walk out of the living room before burying her head in her hands. She had literally given up, no matter what she felt for Santana, the girl would never feel the same way about her. She cried herself to sleep that night, wondering what was going on in Santana's bedroom. She could picture Santana staring at Angelica like she was her everything. One thing was for sure, Brittany officially hated that girl with red hair.

Angelica, there's always someone getting in the way, Brittany thought to herself. Something has to be done, she can't be friends with her anymore. Maybe...maybe Santana working at the grocery store wouldn't be a bad idea after all.

After thinking about it for a couple of minutes, Brittany jumped out of bed and grabbed her phone.

"Mercedes? Yeah it's just me, n-no everything's fine," she started, listening to Mercedes screaming at her on the other end of the line. "Yeah, it's really early, or really late, depending on which way you look at it. Anyway, I think I've found the perfect person to work at the grocery store."

"Who?"

"Santana, she's great. She's really smart and you don't have to worry about her stealing from the till. Oh, she's also willing to work really long hours," she paused for a moment. "Don't worry, she'll never be away from the grocery store."

Brittany grinned as she hung up the phone. Santana would be hers, one way or another.