This contains another original song of mine written for this story. Maybe it'll be on an album some day. But probably not.

Santana found Quinn after her last class and timidly walked up to her. "You can totally slap me if you want."

Quinn took her up on her offer the sound of skin hitting skin resounding through the hallway. Santana's blood boiled and she was about to lunge at Quinn when she saw the smirk on the blonde's lips. "Okay now that that's over with," Quinn looked Santana over, "We have to get you all sexied up for your park date."

"It's not a date and how did you know about it?" Santana asked, rubbing the slightly red mark on her cheek.

Quinn rolled her eyes, "I didn't hit you that hard." She linked her arm in Santana's and they started walking down the hallway, "Rachel was writing another one of her annoying songs in our Spanish class and she asked me what rhymed with duck. After my one word answer, she became very upset and told me everything."

They walked into the music room and took a seat in the room with polite smiles to the room's only occupants Tina and Mike.

"I was thinking that purple striped dress you have with a jacket or something," Quinn started going through what she knew about Santana's wardrobe. "But that's not really practical for the park. Maybe some skinny jeans? Black though. You want to look serious, not like you're there to play on the swings." She trailed off when Brittany walked in with Rachel. The blonde surveyed the open chairs and Quinn patted the open one next to her with a friendly smile.

Brittany half-heartedly smiled back and silently took the seat. Rachel stayed in the front, an open notebook in front of her.

Santana tried to subtly look at Brittany around Quinn, but every time she looked, she was caught by Brittany who was usually looking back.

Before Mr. Schue could speak as he walked in, Rachel smiled at the group, "I have written another song that is inspired by two anonymous members of the glee club whose story is…star-crossed and riveting as well as hopelessly romantic."

Sure she'd been nice to Rachel for the past few days, but Santana was now shooting dagger at the short starlet. Quinn looked over at Brittany who had her eyes on her knees.

The soft exposition of a piano played as Rachel stepped up to her usual solo spot. Mr. Schue just accepted this and sat down in one of the chairs to watch.

Rachel's eyes landed on Santana as she started the first verse.

You save her from the hardest days

Make her fears and nightmares melt away

And you know that you can take it too far

So you hide behind your old disguise

Make believe that you could say goodbye

Even though you know that she is the one

Santana felt the all too familiar sting of tears in her eyes. If she didn't want to strangle Rachel for singing this in front of everyone, she would have hugged the girl. That first verse was written specifically for Santana and she knew it. Rachel had hit it right on the head.

Luckily, Rachel set her eyes to wandering the room as she went into the chorus with a power that is only know to fall from her lips

So you cry and you fight

Cause you'll love until you die

You met so young

It came undone

Abut you know what the story ends

She's by your side, it never fails

It's become that last page of your high school fairytale

The watery eyes of the diva find Brittany, letting her know that this is her verse. When she finds the blonde, she sees that Brittany looks miserable. Her looks like she's on the verge of crying while most of the other girls in the room are teary eyed.

You make her smile just by walking by

You're the only one that sees inside

And you know she'd never take it too far

So you sit outside in the darkened night

On the metal slide where you met your love

She's more than your love

Your real life high school fairytale princess smiles back

Says she loves you like that

Santana's eyes shoot to Brittany, silently asking her how the hell Rachel knows about the slide. Brittany knew Santana would be looking to her and slowly nodded, hoping that Santana wasn't mad at her.

Santana wasn't mad because she realized that she'd been making eye contact with Brittany for a good ten seconds without crying. This realization makes the tears pour down her face.

It's the perfect ending to the perfect book

And how it all started was a chance you took

Oh a chance you took

On your high school fairytale

Quinn reaches on both sides of her and takes the hands of the subjects of the song, as her face becomes wet with tears.

"I think…" Mr. Schue stood up, "That's a definite contender for Regionals."

Brittany and Santana managed to escape glee without accidentally looking at or touching each other. Santana rode with Quinn to her house, which was closer to the park than her own.

"What are you going to say?" Quinn asked as they got out of the car.

"I-" Santana was already on the sidewalk that pointed to the park, "I think I've done too much talking already."

The blonde nodded, "Good luck. I hope you're both happy when this all pans out."

"Me too," Santana mumbled more to herself than Quinn as she started walking toward the park and the answer she'd been dying to know.

Santana paused at the perimeter of the park. She could see Brittany across the small field seated in the same position she was when they first met. She was sitting in the shade under the slide, her knees to her chest and her chin resting on them, staring at the ground.

They didn't meet here when they were little kids, sharing plastic shovels and working on sand castles. One night Santana had been waling around the neighborhood, enjoying a warm summer night. She saw a lanky blonde sitting under the slide, in the same position she was in now. Santana went to see what was wrong. Brittany told her nothing was wrong, but Santana could tell the girl was lying. After some more prodding, Brittany finally admitted that she was nervous to start high school and came here to think about it.

Santana briefly wondered if they had ever meet at this park when they were smaller, but realized that the remnants of her own personal playground still stood in her backyard. That's where she played, mostly by herself, and sometimes with Lima's more affluent families' kids.

They found they had gone to different middle schools, but were both destined for McKinley. Yeah they may have seen each other at sporting events that their schools played in. They were both probably going to try out for the local celebrity maker: the Cheerios.

Finally Santana's mom called her to come home. They exchanged numbers and had continued to grow closer ever since.

Santana contemplated turning around and running all the way back to Quinn's house. Her fight or flight instinct was betraying her. After tapping her fingers on her thigh, she started walking because if she didn't soon, she knew she wouldn't at all.

Brittany looked up when she heard footsteps and scrambled to her feet as Santana approached. She looked nervous as she dusted off her shorts. They stood awkwardly for a few seconds before Santana led the way to the merry-go-round.

They sat down, a metal pole between them. Santana kicked off and they started their lazy circle.

"Artie told me that he talked to you today," Brittany mentioned.

Santana snapped angrily, "I thought we were supposed to be giving you space."

Brittany just gave Santana an apologetic look before continuing, "He apologized for treating me like a kid and for ignoring me sometimes."

"Brit, don't get me wrong," Santana watched her feet graze the ground as it went by, "I love when you tell me about your day, but I can't handle-"

"I told him I didn't want to be with him," Brittany stated, "I never really thought about how he treated me before. I don't like being treated like a kid. I know I'm not like smart or anything-"

Santana interrupted Brittany before she'd actually processed the sentence, "You are smart. Just in different, and pretty much more useful, ways than anyone else."

The blonde smiled and leaned on the pole between them.

Santana quirked an eyebrow and looked at Brittany, "Did you say you told him you didn't wanna be with him?"

Brittany slowly nodded. "Over the past few day, I haven't been with either of you and it made me sad. You're the only one I really thought about. I mean, I tried to think about him because he was like my boyfriend, but….you're my Santana."

"Does that mean…" Santana prompted.

"I thought about that too and I thought I would tell you that I'd go out with you if you'd hold my hand in school and tell everyone we're together and walk me to class and kiss me in the hallway," Brittany rambled on not taking a breath. Then she paused to catch her breath, "But I realized that I'll be with you no matter what. If we have to hide or sneak around." Tears formed in the corners of her eyes, "Because I don't wanna go another day without you. I missed being your friend."

After absorbing the sentence Santana dropped her head in her hands and ran them over her hair. She took an excruciatingly long time to gather her thoughts. She reached around the pole and took Brittany's hand, "Listen Brit," she looked up to make sure Brittany was looking at her, "If you're doing this just because you miss being friends then…that's the wrong reason. I mean, I'd be thrilled if you wanted to be with me, but just because you miss being friends then…" Santana clenched her jaw to gather her wits, "I was selfish in pushing you away. I was doing it to protect myself, but I didn't even stop to think about your feelings." She leaned onto the pole, the only thing separating their bodies. "If you just wanna be friends, that's okay."

The blonde planted her feet on the ground stopping the merry-go-round. Santana looked up at her questioningly and Brittany stood up and walked to the slide, not letting go of Santana's hand.

"Sure, I miss being your friend," Brittany explained when they got to the shade of the slide, "But I miss...you. " Her eyes roamed all over Santana's face, taking in every small feature, putting together the puzzle of her features. "I love you so much. I wanna be with you."

Santana's knees nearly gave out at the declaration. She pulled Brittany into a fierce hug and let out a quiet sob into Brittany's shoulder.

"I'm sorry," Brittany did every soothing thing she could think of. She ran her fingers through Santana's hair and rubbed her back. She kissed Santana's neck and cheek hoping to comfort her in any way possible. "I should have realized it sooner. I'm sorry I hurt you."

Santana shook her head and pulled away with a smile on her face. She wiped her eyes, "It was worth it." She touched Brittany's cheek and held it in her hand.

Brittany smiled and leaned into Santana's hand. She moved forward and kissed Santana, releasing all the pent up emotions that she'd been harboring for years that had been growing for months and that had made themselves know over the past few days.

Santana too released all of her emotion into the kiss. Her apologies and Shakespearian calls to the balcony of Brittany's heart in the night as well as her insecurities about herself and her own adequacies. This kiss was a promise to love Brittany and to work on her own problems. It was a promise to accept help this time so she didn't have to go it alone. It was an acknowledgement that she'd never had to go it alone again.

They stood in the park as the sun set, placing promise kisses on each other and knowing that it wasn't quite a fairytale, but it was their story so it was perfect for them.

The End