A Story After The Kiss That Happened On The 100th Episode Of Glee (Brittana)

~ Santana and Brittany fanfcition. ~ Book #2 ~ Sequel to I'm Not Leaving.

Freshman in high school, Santana and Brittany wandered the halls. They met and automatically became best friends. Santana a cold hearted bitch had fallen hard for her new bestie. Brittany a tall lesser intelligent blonde has had thoughts of being with Santana for a while. Will they tell each other their feelings? Who will find out about their guilty pleasures? {Wanky} This is a tragedy, filled with terrible grammar.

When Quinn and Santana unexpectedly hit it off at a party. Not even she expects more. But, when starting to develop feelings can Quinn tell the truth?

How Santana pronounced her love for Brittany. One shot.

"How do you know you can never have her" shane says. "Becuase you can't love someone who won't let you in" I say and sniff. "This is a mistake, I got to go. I got stuff to do and I should have nev......." I stop my sentence when I look down to see Santana just watching me and my breath hitches. "SSS...San...Santana" I say and look everywhere but her. I gently put her in the bed and lift up, scratching my neck. I can feel her staring at me and I try my best to seem unfazed. "I should go" I say looking down and turn to walk out but feel a tug on my jeans. I frown and turn to see Santana standing on her knees on the bed and I look down as tears continue to come. "Why are you crying" she asks and I look at her. I search her eyes and they plead me to tell the truth but I just can't. "I'm crying becuase sometimes we find something so beautiful in this world. If not in the world's eyes, our own and we have to let it go. My beautiful something was just a dream and now that reality struck, I have to go back to real life" I say wiping newly tears and I can see that's not the answer she wanted to hear. "Why can't you take that beautiful thing back. Sure you lost it or chose to let it go but will you ever go after it" she asks with hope in her eyes and I smile. "When the time is right, if the beautiful thing knows love. Then it will know" I say while kissing her forehead and walking to the door. I open it and she speaks. "Knows what" I hear and see her staring curiously. "That I love it whole heartidly. Until then, I just have to watch after the beautiful thing, like a friend and show it friend love" with that, I walk out and go down the hall to my room she gave me. I need to show her, what love is. GP!

Santana and brittany, both have a passion for music. What will happen when the Latina, meets the mute blonde. Will the silenced blonde, catch Santana's attention and can she break her silence or is she yet another who tries and ultimately fails. Time started running out, the minute the two met.....will Brittany ever break her silence. Especially at a time in which it could save Santana's life. Or will she forever be a broken voice. Warning:GP!

" you somehow are always in the wrong place at the wrong time" I say repinning her to the wall harshly and all she does is just stare. "can you talk or are you a mute" I say running my hand down her stomach. "Stop" she says and I smile at the hesitation. "Just stay out of my way, next time you might be the person who gets got" I say and walk away from her and back to the car. I round the block to find her on the cliff of a house and is about to fall. I run over to her and watch and she turns around and fall as if a leaf falls. I dive to catch her and she gaps in shock when I do. "Why are you trying to kill yourself, stop" I say but she just cries. I take her to my car and drive her to her house. "get out, I've showed you enough hospitality, now get out" I growl. Truth be told I don't know why I'm angry but I am when I look at her. "They don't want me" she says and I frown. "what" I say to rehear what she said. "They don't want a freak and imperfection like me in their family. I have no one" she says and it hits home. I sigh before driving back to the house. "You should be happy you have some type of freedom" I say and she laughs. "today is the first day of my freedom" she says and I frown. "What happens to the last 18 year" I say and watch her swallow harshly. GP!

A collection of Brittana poems.