She couldn't help but admire her best friend. Brittany always saw the bright side of everything. That seemed nearly impossible to her since she was able to see the bad in everything. Santana guessed that's how she ended up here though, in Glee Club with Brittany and Quinn. Secretly, she didn't mind doing much if Brittany was there. It was always guaranteed that she would laugh at least once from one of Brittany's genius comments. She had no idea that her name was being called until Brittany waved her hand in front of her face. "Earth to Santana. Did you hear Mr. Schue calling you?"

Santana shook her head and looked to the front of the room, noticing that everyone was looking at her. "Sorry. I was just thinking about how much gel it must take to do his hair every morning."

Most of Glee Club had a hard time containing their laughter. It was no secret that Mr. Schue's hair was perfect, as constantly pointed out by Coach Sylvester. "Very funny, Santana but have you decided what you are going to sing this week for our women empowerment week?"

Secretly, Santana knew that she had no idea what she was going to sing for this week's assignment. In all honesty, she winged every week's assignment. "Yeah. It's a surprise."

Mr. Schue merely shook his head, well aware of the fact that Santana was clueless about her song for this week's assignment. "Okay then. Moving on…"

As Mr. Schue continued class, Brittany turned to Santana to whisper to her. "Do you really know what you're going to sing already?"

"Come on Brit. You know me. I do better on the spot. Why? Do you know what you want to sing?"

"I was thinking of singing Moulan Rouge. It's totally all about women."

There it was, just another one of Brittany's comments that made Santana laugh in one of the most loving ways possible, of course. "You do know that song is about having sex, right?"

"Oh. Really? Hm. Well, I still like it. And hey, it's like the women are taking control of their sex lives. Totally empowerment.

"You're right Brit," Santana replied, merely shaking her head while smiling at the blonde.

2 weeks later

Santana was sitting in her usual spot, next to Brittany in Spanish. She couldn't help but stare at Mr. Schue with her mouth open wide as he butchered conjugating yet another verb. She shrugged her shoulders, she was already bored and class just started ten minutes ago. To occupy her time, she looked over to see what Brittany was writing so adamantly in her book. She internally giggled when she saw a portrait of Lord Tubbington, Brittany's obese cat. Deciding to completely jump ship on Mr. Scue's lesson, Santana picked up her pen, leaned over, and added a mouse to Brittany's drawing. Brittany smiled lightly at the Latina before adding a cage around the mouse and whispering, "you don't want Lord Tubbington killing poor Jerry."

"Did you seriously name the mouse?"

"Well yeah. Mice have feelings too."

Santana couldn't argue with Brittany's response. It was perfectly Brittany. Before the girls could continue their picture, Mr. Schue approached their table. "Have you ladies started to fill out the conjugation chart for hacer?"

Rolling her eyes, Santana pulled the chart out of her folder she had completed days ago. "Yep. Just like you asked Mr. Schue."

Mr. Schue smiled, obviously pleased with Santana's work and walked away. "How do you always have this stuff done before he even assigns it," Brittany asks, completely astonished.

"Please, Brit. Mr. Scue is about as predictable as Daffy Duck and Elmer Fudd. Here. Copy mine down."

Later that night

Santana and Brittany were lying in Brittany's bed. Santana's head was on Brittany's legs as they watched the latest episode of Grey's Anatomy. "I feel like Callie and Arizona will never end up together. I mean, I think they should, but they just keep fighting it," Brittany commented as the show went to a commercial break.

"I don't know. They're too up and down for me. I'm starting to just find them annoying. Plus I can't stop looking at Jackson. I could look at those eyes for days," Santana responded.

"Yeah. He is good looking but for some reason I am totally more attracted to Callie. She is so feisty in her leather jackets and that dark hair."

"You have a thing for girl's Brit," Santana joked with the blonde.

"Who knows. I am such a people person."

Santana didn't respond, instead, she internally debated the implications of what Brittany said. Was she being serious? Did she actually find Callie attractive? Even if she does, does it mean anything? Even if it does mean Brittany is a lesbian or anything, did Santana care? Breaking her out of her deep thought, Brittany slowly pushed the hair that fell in Santana's face out of the way. "You do know the show came back on right?"

Santana looked back at the TV, giving Brittany a small smile before concentrating on the show once again.

Once the show ended, Santana sat up and stretched. She wasn't sure whether she was going to ho home or just crash at Brittany's. "You okay, San? You seem a little off at the moment."

Santana turned to smile at the blonde. "I'm fine. Guess I'm just tired. I should probably head home."

"You can stay if you want."

"I think my mom would like it if I finally made an appearance at the house. I probably will this weekend though, Brit Brit."

"Okay. Bye San," replied Brittany as she stood up to give Santana a hug and a quick kiss to the cheek.

Santana returned the hug and quickly made an entrance. Brittany had kissed her on the cheek for as long as she could remember, so why did it feel different this time? Santana was pretty sure her cheek was about ten degrees warmer where Brittany kissed her cheek. Before she knew it, she was home and had little recollection of how she got there. Deciding that she was just overthinking everything, per usual, after a night of watching Grey's, Santana decided to take a shower and go to sleep. She figured she would feel normal in the morning, or so she thought…