Summary: Santana and Brittany are both pro surfers. Both are hot, rich and talented. But
they always have hated each other. What happens when they both attends a
friend's wedding in Hawaii and hate turns to something more.
Chapter 1
Santana rushed through the gates of the airport. She has exactly 5 minutes to get on board her flight to Hawaii. As she ran, she bumped into someone. Being in a rush, she didn't bother look up just apologized and went off. Finally she reached the plane and made it in a nick of time for her flight. Once buckled up, not before being given a few stares from the other passengers who had to wait for her late arrival, Santana could finally close her eyes and relax after a long tiring day.
Not far behind, a blonde was late upon arrival for her flight too. She quickly found her seat and buckled up. She cursed under her breath and this made the other passengers stare even more. Brittany was having a hard time falling asleep. She couldn't stop thinking about her morning where she could had won her what would had been her third Sime Darby Cup. Brittany is a surfer, and this morning she had once again picked a fight with another sufer which resulted with both being thrown out of the competition. That surfer is Santana. She and Brittany has a history which lasted way back in high school where both were the hottest gals around who always fought. Brittany looked out from her window. She was seated at the last row and she was alone. She was thankful for that, and as she stared at the clouds outside she could feel her eyelids getting heavy and sleep taking over. A much needed rest before she touch down in Hawaii.
Santana stood at the laguage pick up area waiting for her bag. When she exited the airpport, she saw her friends Quinn and Sam waiting for her.
"Look at that, the girl that is getting married in a week" Santana said when she reached them.
"Santana!. Be good now or I'll take you off my list as my bridesmaid" Quinn warned, cheekily as she pulled Santana into a hug "Oh it's so good to see you again Santana"
"Yeah you too. Hey Sammy, lookin' good buddy" Santana looked over Quinn shoulders and gave him a warm hand .
Sam reached out and took it "Always nice to see you too Santana" Santana laughed "Was that said to get in my pants? If it is, it didn't work" They all laughed.
While on the ride to villa Quinn and her fiancee rented for their guests, they talked non stop about the upcoming wedding.
"So when did you guys arrived here?" Santana asked while staring out the window enjoying the view. Though she had been to Hawaii many times for her surf competition, she never got to linger around much. Suddently thoughts of what happened this morning crept back into her mind. She had so wanted to forget the bitter memory of her fight with Brittany which caused her her Sime Darby Cup. If she had won, it would be her thied cup. They always fought. Everytime when they meet at a surf competition. Even back then in high school they fought over the spot over head cheerleader,
"We came yeaterday, Finn and I" Sam answered without breaking his stsre on the road.
"Finn's here too?" Santana was shocked. She hadn't expect him to show up since he was one of Quinn's ex's. "Oh grow up Santana, what's past is past" Quinn playfully wacked her in the back of her head which Santana quickly dodged.
"So when are you gonna tell me his name? Or do I have to torture you first?" Quinn looked at her friend from the corner of her eye. "Soon. I promise" Quinn assured her. And with that they spent the rest of their journey in silence with additional small talk.
When they got to the villa, which could hold about 30 people considering the number of rooms it has. "Wow Q, once again you've outdone youself." Santana took her time to asses the place. She thought how lucky Quinn was for her parents to let her stay with her close friends and her family in seperate locations.
"Yeah well, its not much but it'll do" Just then they saw a jeep pulling up the drive way behind.
"Oh it's time Santana. He's here come on" Quinn dragged her friend towards the jeep.
"Hey babe" Quinn called out releasing her hold on Santana.
"Hi babe, back already. You beat me this time" A husky deep voice replied.
Santana walked closer as it seemd that that voice sound oh so familiar. "Oh my fucking God, Noah Pukerman. You're her fiancee!"
"That's why I never told you before. I was afraid you might not like it. But I don't care what you say Santana because I love him" Quinn knew she and Puck had a thing going on back in high school.
"I didn't say anything Q" Santana wanted to point out "He was only my gay beard. There was nothing serious"
"Oh thank God. I thought you might throw a fit about this" Quinn still held Puck's gaze as she spoke to Santana.
"Ew please get a room. I'm happy for you guys though. Serious" Santana assured her friend.
"Babe, you remember Brittany right. From high school." Puck gesture to the blonde who was leaning up against the front of the jeep. She wore a white t-shirt and a short jeans that made her already long legs longer.
"Yeah I remember her...wait is that her? Oh my God, Britt you look amazing!" Quinn screamed. She and Brittany had been in their cheerleading club along with Santana.
"Oh hey Quinn! Wow you look beautiful as well" Brittany went up to hug her old friend.
Just as they hugged, Brittany and Santana locked eyes. "Potato head!" Brittany gasp.
"Barbie?" Santana gasped too in unison with Brittany.
"Huh? Potato head?" Puck looked curious at his friend. Brittany just kept staring at the Latina.
Santana who was also rooted in place finally snapped and before anyone knew what was going on both girls lunged at one another.
Santana fell to the slightly muddy ground, her back hotting the soft grass. Brittany sat on top of her, their hands on each one's shoulder. "This is YOUR fault! I fucking hate you. You ruined everything!" Brittany yelled.
"MY FAULT! Excuse me Barbie, but if you hadn't come in my way I would not had fall!"
"You didn't have to pull me down with you!" This time Santana pushed Brittany off and now Brittany hit the soft grassy ground. Santana sat on her stomach looking down at her with a smug smile.
"I wasn't going to let you get away with it this time! The last time you did it, it was on purpose. You caused me my championship!" Santana pinned Brittany's arms down and was about to cause her more pain when she felt a kick on her head.
"It was MY championship you asshole!" Brittany brought her leg up again to give the Latina another kick.
"Hey guys what the hell is up with you two. Behave!" Quinn and Puck scolded.
"Ow! Bitch!" Santana groaned after being hit the second time.
"Moron"
"Dick head"
"Hey! Language people" Quinn warned.
"Brittany, Santana stop it. You're being foolish" Puck cut in.
"Foolish my ass. This bitch here has been the pain in my ass for too long!" Santana look at the blonde with one of her killer eye stare. "And you think you had not been mine!" Brittany argued.
They rolled around the grass, both fighting for dominence. They soon rolled down the grassy hill to the sandy beach. As though both had the same thinking, Brittany and Santana rolled one another to the sea. Santana pick up Brittany and threw her into the water.
Brittany scream to the sudden cold but got up and pounced on the Latina who had her back on her.
Quinn, Puck and Sam came running towrds the scene. Upon seeing Brittany jumping on Santana they all burst out laughing.
The two girls splashed one another in the water, as Brittany was recovering from the Latina's strong splash she was suddenly thrown back down. Santana lay on top of the blonde not sure of what torture to do next.
Both girls looked at one another, Santana on top of Brittany and the frequent splashes of small water tide hitting Brittany's face. They felt a little akward, having not experienced this closure between one another. Mostly when these two meet they would end up fighting.
Santana realised that the blonde's blue eyes were extereamly bluer now due to the contrast of the sea. The latina suddenly found that she couldn't stop staring at those piercing blue eyes.
At the same time, those piercing blue eyes couldn't stop staring at warm brown ones. Looking directly at the Latina above her, she felt her heart pounding a little faster than usual and her cheeks slowly getting hotter.
If water didn't keep dripping Santana coould have sworn she saw the blonde blushing. As reality kicked in, the Latina realised she was still somewhat straddling the Brittany.
Clearing her throat, she got up, not bothering to look back at the blonde and walked to shore. Brittany did the same and was trailing not far behind the brunette. They met their friends, who were now giving them a questioning look. "Mind telling me what the hell is going on that you two had to act so childish?" Quinn asked.
They both shrugged.
Brittany spoke first "We had an argument today at the competition" She looked at the Latina.
"It cost us to be disqualified from the competition. AGAIN!" The brunette gave the blonde a scowl.
"Ugh, believe how you want, its still YOUR fault"
"Ok ok, enough. Lets get you two inside and dry off." Puck said. They all went into the house.
"Wow Puck, where did you find this house. Its so beautiful" Brittany squel.
"I didin't, Quinn did"
"So, where am I sleeping?" Santana spat through her teeth.
"S, your room is upstairs, first door on the left. And Britt yours is the last room to the left. Everything is set up, so you guys don't have to worry bout anything."
"Right then." Santana dragged her bag upstairs "I'm gonna go and dry off"
"Hey don't take too long, we've got rehersals later, won't want my bridesmaid missing" howled Quinn.
Brittany snorted " Better still, I can be your bridesmaid Quinn. I bet I'll be the awesomest bridesmaid ever"
"Shut the hell up, Giant. With your height, you'll be a like a troll" Santana slammed her room door closed.
Brittany grunted. She marched up her own room.
"What the hell is going on with those two?" Puck asked
"Who knows. I thought that after leaving school that things between them would die down. Apparently I was wrong." Quinn waved her hand in the air.
Quinn leaned up and gave Puck a kiss. "Hmm, my wife to be I can't wait til this Sunday when you officially be mine."
"You just want to show me off" she wrapped her arms around Puck's neck.
"Remember one time that Brittany fell down on Santana during the championship game? She totally lost it and turned into Santana the Snix"
Puck chuckled "Yeah, it took the whole team to restrain her"
The happy couple happily continue their conversation, while upstairs Santana and Brittany were unpacking and cahnging into fresh clothes.
"Ugh, I'm stuck for a week with Blondie, just as my day couldn't get any worse." Santana cursed. She found a white pullover shirt and short jeans to put on. Analysing herself in the full length mirror and feeling pleased, she headed downsatairs to join the others.
When they were at the wedding reception, the weddiing planner were giving orders, arranging stuff and plcing the guest at their respectful table. Brittany and Santana ended up at the same table.
"No, there's no way I'm sitting in the same table as her." Brittany erupted
"C'mon Britt its just for the evening. There's no where else to put you." Puck reasoned.
"No way. I am not sitting with her. I'll rather sit on the floor." Santana cut in
Quinn eyed her "Santana..."
Brittany looked at Santana with a smirk "Maybe you should"
"Excuse me, Blondie you just signed your death" Santana launched at her. Bothe girls tumbled to the floor. Santana pinned the taller blonde to the floor, she grabbed both the blonde's hands and held it above her head. "I fucking hate you so much!"
"You think I don't?" Brittany kicked the brunette's head with her knee which made the Latina release her grip on her hands. "Ow"
Puck and Quinn ran over to break up the fight. "Hey hey hey, enough guys. Can't you act professional?" Puck grabbed Santana and Quinn grabbed Brittany. "As long as I don't have to see her face"
Quinn let go of Brittany "Whatever, I'm keeping myself away from you. Won't want to contract any dieseas from your dirty head that looks like a potato"
Puck looked at Quinn "What did she just say?" Quinn shook ed her head "I'm not sure.."
"She always talks like that when she doesen't have anything to say" the brunette Latian said.
Two pairs of eyes look curiosly at her. "How'd you know that?"
Caught completely off guard Santana racked through her brain to come up with somrthing. "Uhh, I don't know, I just know. Who cares anyway." If it wasn't for her slightly tanned complexion, you could see that Santana was blushing.
"Okayyy" Quinn said. "Whatever Q. I'm gonna ignore you " Santana walked off.
Next they went to the church to meet the minister. Quinn who is a devoted Christian decided to do it at a proper church. "Ah Quinn dear, so nice to see you again" greeted Father Wilson and gave her a hug. "Nice to see you too father. How's everything with you? Good?". The old man smiled "Oh everything is going great with me. Ah Noah, nice to see you around here."
"Oh hey Father, we actually came down here wonderring if you could show the bridesmaid and best man what they should do" Puck pointed to Sam and Santana.
"Oh well then we should get started. There will be a service later." He motioned everyone in the church. Then he instructed Sam and Santana to the front altar.
"Okay, Sam you would be standing here. Santana you will be walking behind of Quinn" the Father gesture for to the altar and the ailse "Ok then once settled, both of you will stand along here"
"Right, uh what am I suppose to do?" Sam looked at Father Wilson. "'Well my dear boy, you would be holding on to the ring as so does Santana and that's much your job."answered the Father.
"Being a best man is hard Puck" Sam whinned. "Oh get over it you slop, don't be a pussy" Santana bemused. Sam grinned at her "Because you are one Lopez".
Everybody laughed. "Shut that mouth before I ends you" cuss the Latina.
"Oh come on he's right, you are into pussy anyway" laughed the Blonde.
Another reason why the Latina hated that blonde, she is so annoying.
"Ha ha laugh all you want but you are so not my type."
"You are not my type either. I would never date a potato". More laughter.
"You are seriously annoying. Shut up already" the latina walked off struting with fury.
Brittany however stay, then it occurred to Quinn that she only seen Brittany ever try to annoy someone that much and it was back in high school where she tried to seduce Santana in gaining head cheerleader. "Hmmmm..."
"Hey Britt you're not into Santana are you?" she had to check.