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Santana felt someone tap her shoulder.
She turned around and whispered, "What is it, Brittany?"
Brittany blinked her silvery blue eyes at Santana and said, "I don't get this question. I need help."
Santana sighed, "Fine, what do you need help with?"
"I don't understand anything," Brittany said innocently, "It's... It's almost like it's written in another language."
Santana put her hand on Brittany's and said gently, "Brittany, this is Spanish class."
Brittany blinked at Santana, eyes wide and innocent and confused.
"Girls, get back to work." Mr. Schuester said.
Santana glanced at him, then back at her friend. She squeezed Brittany's hand and whispered, "I'll talk to you at lunch, okay?"
Brittany nodded and said, "Yes, Santana."
Santana turned back around and her face caught on fire.
Please, please, don't be blushing. Please. She thought, closing her eyes.
At lunch, Santana found Brittany sitting alone at a table, staring down at her lunch tray.
Santana walked up to her and said, "Brittany, what are you doing?"
"I don't get it." Brittany said, "I don't understand this food."
Brittany picked up her bread and said, "It's soft, but it's not liquid. I'm so confused."
"Brittany..." Santana said.
Brittany looked up at Santana with wide, sad eyes, "Santana, I can't get an F in lunch. My parents will send me back to France."
Santana eyed her friend and said, "Brittany, you're Dutch-American, not French."
Brittany looked down sadly, "Oh..."
Santana smiled sweetly and said, "Come on, you're not going to get an F in lunch. Food is confusing, that's why we drink our food instead."
Santana held up her water bottle Coach Sylvester had given her.
Brittany blinked and Santana held out her hand, "Come on, let's go sit with the other Cheerios."
Brittany nodded and smiled at Santana, taking her hand.
As they were walking to the Cheerios lunch table, Brittany leaned her head on Santana's shoulder and said, "I love you, San."
Santana's heart swelled. She whispered, "You too, Brit."
She turned around and whispered, "What is it, Brittany?"
Brittany blinked her silvery blue eyes at Santana and said, "I don't get this question. I need help."
Santana sighed, "Fine, what do you need help with?"
"I don't understand anything," Brittany said innocently, "It's... It's almost like it's written in another language."
Santana put her hand on Brittany's and said gently, "Brittany, this is Spanish class."
Brittany blinked at Santana, eyes wide and innocent and confused.
"Girls, get back to work." Mr. Schuester said.
Santana glanced at him, then back at her friend. She squeezed Brittany's hand and whispered, "I'll talk to you at lunch, okay?"
Brittany nodded and said, "Yes, Santana."
Santana turned back around and her face caught on fire.
Please, please, don't be blushing. Please. She thought, closing her eyes.
At lunch, Santana found Brittany sitting alone at a table, staring down at her lunch tray.
Santana walked up to her and said, "Brittany, what are you doing?"
"I don't get it." Brittany said, "I don't understand this food."
Brittany picked up her bread and said, "It's soft, but it's not liquid. I'm so confused."
"Brittany..." Santana said.
Brittany looked up at Santana with wide, sad eyes, "Santana, I can't get an F in lunch. My parents will send me back to France."
Santana eyed her friend and said, "Brittany, you're Dutch-American, not French."
Brittany looked down sadly, "Oh..."
Santana smiled sweetly and said, "Come on, you're not going to get an F in lunch. Food is confusing, that's why we drink our food instead."
Santana held up her water bottle Coach Sylvester had given her.
Brittany blinked and Santana held out her hand, "Come on, let's go sit with the other Cheerios."
Brittany nodded and smiled at Santana, taking her hand.
As they were walking to the Cheerios lunch table, Brittany leaned her head on Santana's shoulder and said, "I love you, San."
Santana's heart swelled. She whispered, "You too, Brit."
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I'm Sorry
He stroked the cold metal in his hands making sure to feel every angle of it. He switched it from hand to hand, feeling its weight. For something so deadly, it was surprisingly light. It wasn't nearly as intimidating as he thought it would be.
He carefully set the object on his lap and picked up the pen and paper again.
I'm sorry, he added to the end of the paper. Then he signed is name.
Then he once again picked up the gun. He was shaking now. Strange. He wasn't that nervous. He pushed the gun to his temple. The metal was hot now.
For a moment, he wondered what would happen after.
Then he decided that such things shouldn't be thought of
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He had to ask around. The students wandering the halls were polite enough, pointing him in the general direction of one of the student lounges. That's when he heard the music. It
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Kurt never thought he would say this, but he missed being in the Cheerios.
Oh Gaga, help him.
Thought Mercedes hadn't been with him any more, he still had fun. He liked being the one singing, spotlight on him, as a bunch of girls in short skirts danced around him.
Ok, he didn't personally like the last bit, but he did enjoy the jealous looks on the other guy's faces.
Kurt liked being in the Cheerios, strangely. The girls were nice and Sue only had him go to about two or three practices a week, since he only had the music and some chorography to learn. Kurt had, however, stopped wearing his ridiculous uniform around McKinley day in an day
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Sorry it's so short. I wrote this one really easily, but I don't seem to be able to write more. I'll just hope for the best. This is my first fanfic! I knew I wouldn't be able to handle a Kurt/Finn fanfic, so I decided to do my other favorite Glee pairing, Santana/Brittany
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