Hazed, dazed and fazed.
"Ugh I don't want the summer to end.." Santana huffed as she bashed down on the buttons of the x-box controller, successfully killing two soldiers on the opposing side.
"I can't believe I'm saying this but I actually won't mind starting school this year" Puck commented, quickly adding "think of all the fresh meat that'll be roaming the halls of McKinley, we'll be knee-deep in pussy" he winked at Santana as she side-eyed him.
"Word. I'm just pissed we gotta recreate our badass reputations all over again"
"Pffft.. that'll be easy. I mean once I'm a jock and you're a cheerleader, our letterman jackets will pretty much do that for us" Puck smirked.
"Totally" Santana grinned and paused Call of Duty to high five her best friend.
"Besides, cheer camp will give me an edge on all the other sluts" Santana said as she fist bumped Puck.
"I should go pack, gotta be fresh as death for those fine ladies I'mma be spending the next two weeks with" she winked as she hopped up off of Puck's bed and headed out of his bedroom.
Puck's face fell before shouting "wait!" at the closed door.
"Yeah?" Santana re-entered with a smirk, knowing full well what Puck wanted.
"Weren't you at least gonna say bye to your partner in crime?" Puck said as he crossed his arms with a huff.
" 'Course I was, just wanted to hear you beg" she winked before capturing the boy in a hug and squeezing him tight.
"What are you gonna do without your wingman for three weeks?" Puck mumbled, still holding onto the Latina tight.
"I think I'll manage" she giggled, patting him on the back comfortingly.
Puck shuffled away from the embrace and Santana hopped off the bed again.
"Don't miss me too much!" He shouted as she raced off down the stairs.
"Lucky bitch" he mumbled under his breath, thinking of Santana being surrounded by hundreds of young, fit girls in short skirts.
-SANTITTANYYFICSDOTTUMBLRDOTC OM-
Brittany walked through the subway, mask in hand, trying to keep her cool.
She spotted Mike coming from the other entrance - his face doing a terrible job at masking his excitement.
In front of her was Kyle who put the mask securely on his face before entering the subway.
She followed suit and heard the click of the boom-box signaling the start of the music.
All of a sudden the whole crew began krunking and body rolling to the song, whilst terrified passengers sat shocked and terrified of these teenage delinquents disrupting their journey.
During the performance, Brittany spotted this rich kid that Kyle had told her about, who is notoriously known for taking advantage of drunk freshmen girls at parties.
Just as the subway was coming to a stop, she glanced over at the rich kid and saw Kyle pocketing his wallet before swooping out of the subway.
She glided through the air using one of the overhead bars, landing flush up against the rich kid, leaning into him seductively before whispering "douchebag" into his ear and kneeing him in the groin, then swiftly departing the subway.
-SANTITTANYYFICSDOTTUMBLRDOTC OM-
Back at DD headquarters, the crew sat sprawled on various old sofas around the room. One of them was posting the earlier performance up on YouTube.
Brittany casually pulled out the Rolex watch she'd pocketed earlier and fiddled with the strap.
"What kind of person would spend two grand on a watch?" She mumbled to herself, "he deserved to be fleeced purely for spending THAT much money on a watch, never mind about him being a dipshit" the blonde spat, inspecting the watch further.
Mike glanced over at his friend who was muttering under her breath. "Holy crap Britt, when did you rob that?" Mike asked, astounded.
Kyle tuned into the conversation and spotted the gold accessory in Brittany's hand. He stood up to take a closer look. "Not bad, Rookie" he commented.
"Not bad?! Kyle, you DO realize that that piece of jewelry alone could keep the dance studio on its feet for like, a year, right?" one of the other dancers piped in, standing up to high-five Brittany.
She'd never admit it, but she felt terrible anytime she saw any of the crew stealing from people; she wasn't into robbing things. This was an exception though- this sleazy little rich kid blows his money on drugs and high class hookers, thinking he's the shit because of his lined pockets. As well as that, he cares wayyy too much about his appearance (probably trying to overcompensate for his teeny tiny package down there).
"Ahem.." Kyle stood up in the middle of the assorted furniture and hit two spray paint cans together to get everyone's attention. "Brittany, I hereby promote you from rookie to cadet." There was an outbreak of applause and whistles. "Your first order of duty will be tomorrow. " Kyle started.
"Actually..um.. I'm going to cheer camp tomorrow" Brittany replied, slightly embarrassed.
"Pffft.. Alright whatever, then." Kyle answered, slightly taken aback as nobody had ever turned down their first order of duty before.
"Yeah I should probably go pack now, I'm leaving in the morning."
A few crew members gave her quick goodbyes but most chose to stay seated. Brittany felt awkward as she let herself out of the DD headquarters.
She didn't completely agree with the crew's behaviour most of the time but all she ever wanted was to feel accepted and she knew by staying in such a close-knit group, she and her sister would practically gain a family. And family look out for each other.
-SANTITTANYYFICSDOTTUMBLRDOTC OM-
Ooooh so what did you think? If you want to know what the DD in DD headquarters stands for, you'll have to go check out the tumblr page. Did I mention the tumblr page? No? Okay we'll it's SANTITTANYY FICS And in case ff dot net decide to go cray again and delete loads of m rated stories, i'll be uploading all of the chapters there, as well. Oh and I'm planning on making this m rated in the future if you were wondering.