Title: Behind those eyes

Author: SoBlasé

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. If they were, Santana and Brittany would've been a couple from the beginning. The words that would start off each chapter are lyrics from Death cab for Cutie's song "What sarah said".

Author's Note: I'm new to this whole fanfiction writing thing so I hope you'll be kind. This would have around 5-6 chapters and I sort of know where this is going so updates should be frequent enough. Words in italics are flashbacks. Feedbacks would be wonderful. =)

And it came to me then, that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time.

Chains. It feels as if I'm walking with chains attached to both of my feet. Each step is getting heavier than the other. I carry on to my destination, doing nothing to quicken my slow pace. My eyes are looking straight ahead, completely oblivious to my surroundings. I'm feeling numb. I don't feel anything... Except fear.

"Hey, is that seat taken?"

I look up to see her looking at me with those hopeful eyes. The class turns silent for awhile, looking at the new girl with curiosity. "She probably has a death wish" they say.

I find myself powerless to say no.

Powerless. Now that is a feeling new to me. I'm supposed to be badass for crying out loud. I don't do powerless. But I say yes anyway and when I received a smile for my efforts, I think that it was all worth it.

The teacher walks in and everyone's attention is finally taken off of me. I stared down at my table and contemplated on which part I should vandalize next, when a paper slowly creeps into view.

Brittany

I look at her and she gives me that smile before turning her attention back to the board. I'm starting to like that smile. That smile is really nice. I think that… that… That it could end wars. It could. Really. It calms me and that's saying something.

"Miss Lopez, maybe if you paid more attention to my class, you wouldn't be failing it". The teacher has caught me staring. I look back down on my heavily vandalized table and I feel everyone's eyes on me. The teacher continues her lesson and I don't look up anymore.

When the bell rings, signaling the end of class, I 'm the first one to get up and leave.

But not before I hand her back her paper.

Brittany

Santana

I don't fear anything. Well, except for Barney the purple dinosaur. Kids could do without that thing hugging them. Seriously. It's just wrong. I'm used to people fearing me. Everyone stays clear of me in this godforsaken school. I've built up a reputation of being untouchable and I like it that way.

The closest thing I have to a friend is Quinn and that is only cos she and I have been neighbors since young. We don't talk much in school. With her being the head cheerleader of the cheerios, it's virtually impossible for a nobody like me to get close to her. Not that I would want to. I wouldn't want to be caught within a 5m range of her cheerbitch friends who are not exactly very fond of me. I might catch herpes or something.

So when the new girl Brittany first sat beside me in the cafeteria, I couldn't help but choke on my sandwich a bit. I wanted to tell her that exchanging names did not mean that we were friends.

But, like how I'm slowly but surely finding out, her smile disarms me and, again, I couldn't bear to chase her away. I smile back at her; at least I think it's a smile. The last time I smiled at someone, the poor kid ran to his mother saying that I was a big meanie.

So that was our arrangement. Come lunch time, you would sit beside me. At first, it was just a smile shared between us. Then she started asking me how my day was - small talk, but it somehow meant the world to me. It wasn't long before we were actually having proper conversations.

It was scary and at the same time exciting to be talking to Brittany. I actually enjoyed it. Lunch quickly became the highlight of my day. My classes with her came in a close second. I no longer dragged myself to school each day and I'm pretty sure the entire school population has been buzzing with the news that I'm less of a bitch than before.

I was contented with the arrangement we had, but I had this nagging feeling that this was only the beginning.