"I would liken you

To a night without stars

Were it not for your eyes.

I would liken you

To a sleep without dreams

Were it not for your song."

-Langston Hughes

Santana's POV:

In my eyes, she was this blonde beautiful angel. Every time she took a step, she seemed to be floating on some sort of cloud-like substance. Every time she swept her hand towards her face to wipe away a wisp of her golden locks, was heaven's way to show off their creation. And her smile— god her smile—was her way to lure you in so that your eyes would stay on her until her scent left the room. She had some sort or super power to make you fall in love with her the moment she opened a door. And god, did I fall in love with her. I was in love with Quinn Fabray.

And of course when you have angels, the demons have to come sooner or later. My best friend, Brittany, didn't like her. She hated the frickin guts of Quinn Fabray. God, even her name just rolls off your tongue. Quinn Fabray. It's like her name was made for you to scream out sweet jesus to. Anyways, Brittany, god did she hate her. She would tell me stories of Quinn that she thought would make me fall out of love with her. Like this one time when Brittany and Quinn were back in middle school, Quinn was at one of Brittany's parties. And believe me, Brittany throws rockin'-ass parties when her parents aren't home. She has lights everywhere and people are dancing like crazy. And by crazy I mean like super horny teenagers lookin' for some lovin'. Anyways, Quinn had a drink in her hand and when she passed by Brittany she just dumped the entire contents of her beverage onto Brittany's head. And when I asked Brittany why Quinn did that, she told me Quinn did it because she thought Brittany needed a new makeover. I know, I'm supposed to be a supportive best friend and tell Brittany that Quinn was a bitch for doing that, but that was frickin hilarious. I hate it how I wasn't there to witness that. That would've been one helluva night. Anyways, let's just say Brittany couldn't shake the Quinn out of me. No story could make me fall out of love with Ms. Fabray.

And you know, I became a Cheerio because of Quinn. The moment I learned Quinn joined the Cheerios, I forced Brittany to come tryout with me. And you have no idea, how hard it was to convince Britt. I had to tell her that cheerleading was not all about the cheering. I had to tell her that cheerleaders were just spirited dancers in cute skirts. She still wasn't convinced. So I had to take her out for ice cream and watch her favorite movie, Alice in Wonderland, with her. I made sure I cuddled extra much that night. And when I noticed she was about to fall asleep, I asked her casually if she would try-out with me. She subconsciously nodded her head, and before she was out, I made her pinky promise. And to my luck, she held out her pinky and we fell asleep with our pinkies linked. That was a good day.

Anyways, ever since I became a Cheerio I became one of Quinn's closest friends. We weren't best friends, but we were close enough to gossip about Rachel having some sort of secret affair with her hair brush. And god, did I love talking to Quinn. Whenever she talked to me, I always noticed her perfect white teeth reveal themselves underneath her lips. I couldn't help imagine my tongue sweeping against those pearly whites, just to make that blonde moan so loudly that she would lose her voice the next day. I always had to refocus myself into reality, every time Quinn said my name. Whenever she said "Santana" I always had to stop and catch myself from saying, "Say it again, baby. Say my name. I love it when you say my name, Quinn." Haha, one time I accidentally said 'Yes, baby?' to Quinn and I could feel the heat coming up onto my cheeks. I had to tell her I was doing a Puckerman impression, and she luckily just shrugged off my stupidness.

I remember the day, Brittany found out my little crush on Quinn. We were at my house and Brittany was sleeping over. It was around three in the morning when Brittany asked me the question.

"So, San, who do you like?"

Brittany didn't know yet that I was attracted only to girls. Hell, I didn't even know myself. All I knew I was in love with one girl. I mean, how could that determine if I was gay or not. Anyways, I tired to beat around the bush and somehow shift the conversation into something else.

"Well let's see. I don't really have my eyes on any guys at McKinley. You know how they all are. Frickin' annoying immature jerk faces."

Brittany was silent after that. I thought she had fallen asleep, but she shifted her body towards me and looked straight into my eyes. Even though it was dark, I could still see Brittany's gorgeous blue eyes meet mine.

"I know you like Quinn," Brittany said.

"What?"

"I know you like Quinn," Brittany repeated.

Shit. How did Brittany know? Do I scream lesbian to her? I tried to act cool.

"Wait what? Why would you think that?"

"It's okay San. It's okay that you like girls."

I didn't move. I could feel my frickin' throat close up. I wouldn't mind if I died at that moment.

"I'm your best friend and I can tell that you've got the hots for Quinn."

"What?" I didn't know what the hell else to say. I was scared and shocked that Brittany knew.

"It's just the way you look at her. You're just like this little puppy dog when Quinn passes by. It's actually really cute."

I wad silent for what it seemed like the longest ten seconds of my life. My mind was frickin' wandering everywhere. In the end, I told Brittany the truth. And that's when the fight started.

"Fine, Brittany. I am. I am fuckin' in love with Quinn Fabray."

Brittany was silent for the next ten minutes. Fursure, I thought that Brittany had fallen asleep. I was staring at the ceiling and I could feel my eyelids fall when I heard Brittany move. I looked her way and now she was sitting up.

"What, Brittany?"

"Why Santana? Why, Quinn?"

I was sitting up now and I saw Brittany hugging her knees. She looked like she was crying, but I couldn't tell. It was too dark.

"Because," I scooted next to her, "Did you see her? She is like smokin' hot. And I just wanna bang the shit out of her."

Maybe that was too much, because Brittany was now full on crying. I didn't understand why Brittany was crying. She just was.

"Bu...but Quinn is such a bitch," Brittany managed to say through her tears.

"Britt, I know that you think Quinn is a bitch, but I...I am willing to look past that."

"But she's a fuckin' Bitch! You have no idea. She's a bitch!" Brittany was now yelling and it scared the hell out of me. Her anger just fueled up my temper, and god, when I get angry, everything goes down.

"Well, I don't need your fuckin' approval. I can like Quinn, if I want to."

Brittany now stood up and she started packing her stuff.

"What the hell are you doing Brittany?"

"I'm fuckin' packing, San. I just don't feel like being with you right now."

I ran up to Brittany and grabbed both of her arms. I tried to make Brittany face me but she kept on looking away from my face. Shit, Brittany was strong.

"Brittany! I don't understand. Why are you fuckin' like this?"

I hate fighting with Brittany because she always makes me feel so guilty, even if I'm not. Just the looks she gives you, it's like a mixture of puppy dog and crying little girl. She just makes you want to put your arm around her and apologize. Apologize your frickin' heart out and makes you question yourself why you upset her in the first place. I just hated seeing her that way.

But this time, Brittany was really upset. Brittany fell on the floor to her knees and she was crying, and I mean crying. I didn't understand but I stopped yelling at her. I think this was the worst it could get. I went down to her level and I hugged her. I let her cry on my shoulder and we fell asleep that way.

When I woke up, she wasn't there anymore. She left a note that said:

I'm sorry, San.

Love, Brittany

At school we didn't say anything to each other, but we managed to hug it out in the end. We linked pinkies but it didn't feel the same. I knew I still didn't have Britt's approval. From that day on, Brittany has been avoiding Quinn and trying to make me un-like Quinn.

And, I knew that wouldn't ever happen, at least not anytime soon.

Anyways, I knew that I didn't have any chance with that blonde beauty. I was stuck in the frickin' "friend's zone." This zone was where I couldn't cross a line without making things super awkward. So the only conclusion that I managed to figure out was I had to make her fall in love with me; I had to make her the one to say that she likes me. I had to make her like me enough to ask me out to prom, which was about a month and half away. So far, Quinn has rejected each and every phony that attempted to ask her. I still had time. I just have to vamp up my super seductive bitch status a little more towards Quinn, and I got it all in the bag. I will be irresistible to Quinn Fabray. She will be begging to ask me out.

I had a fuckin' plan figured out. And I needed to convince Brittany to help me out. God, that will be a challenge.