A/N: Italicized words are Britt's memories of the past. I'm not sure where this story is going, I have so many ideals right now that I've written five chapters for this but not in order. I know I want it to be mainly Brittana. Though other characters will have short appearances.
Of course, I don't own Glee or any characters. Ahhh, if only all the FF writers did…
Chapter 1: Last Name
Santana and I had been friends for a really long time, best friends. I think she is the only one that actually understands me, and she corrects me without being mean. Like the one time that Lord Tubbington was sneaking out of my room and I went looking for him and ended up at Mike Changs' house and his dad called the cops on me. All I said was Tubbs was dealing drugs in the alley behind their house and I came to get him so I could take him to rehab. Apparently he thought I escaped from the "mental hospital". I always thought mental was the cycle was what girls went through every month. I wasn't on mine so I had no clue why he would think that. Santana told me that it was menstrual cycle when I told her about the story. I called her to come pick me up from the jail in Northern Lima. She didn't ask what happened but I told her anyway. I always tell her everything.
I was around 14 when I met Santana. In fact it was 2 months after I had my birthday. She wasn't new here, she had lived in the neighborhood near mine her entire life. It just took me 14 years to discover her. That day is forever etched in my memory.
There I was sitting in the middle of algebra, intently staring the tall balding man going over multiplying polynomials, when he called on me to answer his question.
"Uh uh. Squirrels. They will one rule the world, like the movie with the monkeys."
"Apes." This brunette corrected in a snarky tone. "And we are doing Math."
I just stared at this girl blankly. I don't know if I should respond, or ignore her comment. Everyone has always said she was a bitch, so I always tried to avoid her. I'm not one for confrontation. I decide to just look down at my notebook and pretend to be busy. "She is sort of a bitch" I thought to myself. Around 5 minutes later, I glance back up in her direction. She is still turned sideways in her chair looking toward me. I wonder if she has stared at me the entire time. I feel my face start to flush and I quickly break the contact with her captivating brown eyes.
As the bell rings for the 6th hour to start, I jump up, gathering my things, and race for the door. I want to get out of here as soon as I can. She reaches the door right before I do, even though I was sitting a lot closer to it. I almost crash into her.
"Hi! Brittany, right? I'm Santana." she states.
"Uh, Hello. Ye- yeah I'm Brittany."
"I'm sorry about correcting your statement earlier…" She says before being interrupted.
"Move Santana! You are going to make us all late!" Kurt interjected.
"Why don't you make me Hummel?" she said, shifting slightly to see him.
Before Kurt has a chance to respond, I slide by Santana and make my way into the hall. I don't really want to talk to her anymore. She makes me feel weird. Like my brain fell on the floor and she's standing on it when she looks at me. I don't remember the last time I felt this way. If I ever have. I'm not stupid, I just say random things that are on my mind when I'm not sure what someone is talking about.
"Hey! Wait up!" she says from behind me.
I sigh, and slow down so she can catch up to me. Doesn't she see that I really don't think I can stand to talk to her? It's not that I don't want to, because I find her captivating. I just don't think it's a good idea for us to be talking.
"What class are you going to?" Santana asks.
"Uh, Gym. I have to practice for Cheerios try-outs."
"Oh cool, mind if I join you? I'm trying out too!" she asks, but I feel that it was more of a statement instead.
We walk silently the rest of the way to the Gym. I fight the urge to glance her way to see if she is looking at me. I want to be careful what I say to her. I don't want her to snap on me. I slow my pace so I can try to look at her, but she slows down with me. She must have been watching me. Or she has superpowers and can read my mind. I hope she can't read my mind, I don't want her to know I'm thinking about her this whole time. She would probably think I'm weird.
When we reach the gym, I turn and go directly into the locker room to change. Santana doesn't follow me and I can finally breathe again. I haven't decided if I like her or if I should avoid her. She's kind of a bitch. I finish changing and walk out, scanning the lobby for her. I don't see her anywhere, so I relax and skip on into the Gym.
"But I fell in love today"
I hear an angelic voice coming from the bleachers. Santana is sitting with her back against the wall and her legs crossed on the seats.
"And I don't know her last name,
And she don't know I wrote this song about her,
And I don't know where she's from"
I don't want to interrupt her, she sounds so good. I debate whether I should walk over to her or just stay still and listen to her.
"I don't know what she's done,
I don't know how I could live without her,
And I don't wanna live without her,
So give me that girl"
I sneeze, and Santana whips her head around and scowls at me. I pretend to have just walked in. I feel like her eyes are cutting into me so I walk the floor and begin doing back flips. I flip almost 6 times but I lost momentum on the last and I feel my feet begin to flail about. With a loud thud my knees come in contact the wooden floor. No sooner than I looked up, Santana was kneeling in front of me.
"I saw that coming." she smirked, leaning in closer to me.
I'm not sure if she was trying to comfort me by making a joke or if she was just being mean. Sarcasm was never my strong suit.
My breath caught in my throat as I felt hers flow over my lips.