Hello my fellow readers. I basically only have a basic idea for this story, but I was hoping you guys could help me on whether this should be g!p or not. I don't have a problem writing it, I just want to know what your thoughts on it should be.
Anyways, I'd love to hear feedback from you guys! Please excuse any grammatical mistakes I may have made. Also, I don't know anything about football so go easy on me if I used incorrect terms or plays during the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Glee. I do, however, own a Cheerios uniform. I was Brittany for Halloween back in eighth grade.
Santana Lopez pulled out her Canon EOS 60D camera from the black bag that hung heavily on her shoulder. She put the strap securely around her neck, and held the camera steadily in her right hand while she pushed her glasses to the top of her head with her left hand. Her left hand mounted the lens and changed the focus mode, lifting it to her face so she could properly look through the viewfinder and focus on the subjects she was photographing.
Click. Click. Click.
She shyly pushed her way through the faculty and students that were finding a seat in the bleachers surrounding the football field for the Thanksgiving Pep Rally. She found a secluded area off to the side of the football field, and dropped her bag onto the turf, searching for a good photo opportunity. She spotted a short brunette wearing a white McKinley Titans jersey with the number '5' and 'Hudson' written in red above it, with her arms wrapped loosely around the taller boy's neck who wore a similar jersey in red.
Click.
"Hey Lopez, why don't you stop creeping on other people and come talk to your favorite lezbro?" Noah Puckerman, also referred to as 'Puck', called from behind her, while dropping his helmet on the turf next to Santana's bag. She let out a chuckle, taking the free time to her advantage and took a microfiber cloth out of her bag to clean off her lens.
"Normally I would slit your throat for outing me but nobody's around. Consider yourself lucky today, Puckerman." She said in a harsh tone, trying not to let Puck see the smile tugging on the corners of her lips. Puck rolled his eyes at the small Latina, and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly with his left hand. Santana groaned in annoyance, and turned to look at the awkward teenager.
"Don't you have a pep rally to attend?" She asked. Puck's face lit up in the slightest way, and she took a deep breath, knowing he was about to ask for something. The only reason she knew this was because the two had been friends for a little over twelve years. Puck had been her best friend growing up, considering both of their fathers worked in the same hospital. They met when both families attended the 'Holiday Extravaganza' at the hospital when they were five, and had stayed friends since. Puck took the popularity route when they started middle school, but Santana found photography and reading more entertaining than drinking and partying.
"Yeah, but I was wondering if you could do me a favor. You see, I spent all my money on Grand Theft Auto V Five, and I completely forgot to buy Christmas gifts. I don't start work up again for a few months and I was hoping you would be able to get a few pictures of me so I could frame them and give them to my relatives? I mean, old people dig that stuff." He said, clasping his hands together in attempts to get a positive answer from his best friend.
Santana lifted a perfectly shaped eyebrow while listening to her best friend, and let the amused smile stay on her face. She lifted her hand to her chin and tapped it, pretending to think about the question.
"What's in it for me?" She questioned.
"Other than helping out an amazing best friend that's been there for you since kindergarten?" He chuckled and ruffled the top of Santana's head, causing her glasses to fall back onto her face. He quickly helped the short girl properly adjust them so they rested on the bridge of her nose, and stuck his hand into his pocket, pulling out a few small bills.
"I'm just messing with you San. How about I take you to McDonalds or something after school and drive you anywhere you want for the next month?" He offered, shoving the money back into his pocket and sending a hopeful smile to Santana.
"Fine, but I don't like McDonalds. Let's go to The Lima Bean." She suggested, ad Puck nodded in response. He picked up his helmet and started to jog over to the locker room where the rest of his team was.
"Thanks Santana! You're the best!" He called from a few feet away, before sprinting to the door that was close to closing. Santana smirked at her best friend, and pushed her glasses back up to the top of her head. The pep rally was bound to start at any moment, so Santana lifted her camera to look through the viewfinder, directing it at the head cheerleader, Quinn Fabray.
The principal of the school, Mr. Figgins, handed a microphone to the blonde and took a seat next to her at the makeshift table and benches that were on the track surrounding the field. The two chatted for a few seconds, followed by Quinn standing up and turning on the microphone.
"Good morning William McKinley High!" She started her speech, waiting until everyone's focus was on her. She was always in her cheerleading uniform since it was a requirement from the literally evil coach, Sue Sylvester; not that she was complaining. Santana brought the camera up to eye level, and looked though the small viewfinder to make sure she could clearly see Quinn.
Click.
"Now the McKinley High Glee Club, the New Directions, will lead us through the National Anthem." She let the expensive camera hang from her neck, while everyone turned their attention to the school's choir, whispering to their friends about how 'lame' and 'stupid' they were to be in Glee Club. A larger girl stepped forward and took the microphone from Quinn, waiting until the rest of the club started to create the melody with their voices. The girl began to sing the song as loud as she could, allowing her voice to echo through the field; she was beyond brilliant and could reach every note with what seemed to me little to no effort. The kids in the Glee Club aren't the coolest bunch in the school, but they seem to be accepting. Santana had contemplated joining the club, but knew that there was no way she could be able to tolerate slushies' to the face every day, so she decided to stay the quite girl that people knew but didn't bother to get to know.
The group finished singing the National Anthem, and to Santana's surprise everyone applauded them and a few guys even whistled. The head cheerleader walked over to the girl, and gave her a small hug before taking the microphone back and raising it to her thin lips.
"Let's hear it for Mercedes Jones and the Glee Club." The members of the club, including their teacher Mr. Schuster, looked around in shock too. Normally they would get items of food or other disgusting objects thrown at them. She was pretty sure they had a bra thrown at them at the last school function. Santana chuckled, fumbling with her fingers until they met with the familiar feeling of the camera.
Click.
"Now, my fellow peers, it's the moment you've all been waiting for; the teachers vs. students football game!" The group of high school students erupted into different cheers and calls, getting ready for the best game of their year. Everyone looked forward to this game because the teachers, who think they're all that, bet the students a week free of homework and exams if the students can beat them. The last three years were successful on the student's part, and hopefully they would be victorious again.
"Let's hear it for the teachers of McKinley!" Quinn says, and everyone 'boo's' them as they emerge from the small ice room to the left of the field. Santana laughed, seeing the distraught look on the teachers' faces as their students tried to discourage them.
"And now, let's give a warm welcome to McKinley's very own Titans!" Quinn exclaimed, hearing the crowd of teenagers chanting and cheering as the boys ran out from the boys locker room in full uniform, carrying their helmets and hoisting them in the air; some of them even pointing to their girlfriends in the crowd.
Click. Click. Click.
"Now what is a football game without the Cheerios? Come on out ladies!" Quinn called her teammates out, and Santana stood a little taller, awaiting the girls to come out of the girls locker room. Quinn handed the microphone to Principal Figgins, and ran out onto the turf where the rest of her team was. God bless those short skirts. The girls were doing a few flips and other acrobatic moves as they made their way to the center of the field, separating the teachers that were playing from the football team.
Click. Click. Click.
Principal Figgins announced the start of the game, and the players took their respective positions on the field. The Cheerios, who continued to cheer, ran off to the side of the field. Santana dropped her camera, not finding anything interesting at the moment. She searched for Puck's uniform, but the number '20' didn't seem to be on the field. Her eyes darted around the turf curiously, trying to figure out where the hell her best friend was, and saw him with a few other football players next to Quinn. She rolled her eyes at his not exactly stubble display of his miniature obsession over the blonde.
She was about to turn her attention back to the game, when she noticed an unfamiliar tall blonde walk up next to Quinn. She couldn't properly see the features of the girl, since she didn't have her glasses on, but from where she was standing the girl looked beautiful. She tugged her lower lip between her teeth and lifted her camera, adjusting the zoom and focusing it on the mystery girl.
Click. Click. Click.
She turned her attention back to the game, which apparently had been going on for a few minutes since the teachers and students were at the twenty yard line, with the students making their way to the end zone. She saw Coach Beiste talking to Puck, and she grinned, lifting the camera to her face and snapping a picture, right before he slipped his helmet on and ran to the field, taking his position to the right of David Karofsky. The whistle blew, and Puck sprinted to the ten yard line, jumping into the air to catch the pass from Finn Hudson.
Click.
Puck grabbed the ball in his hands, faked right, then broke left and made his way to the end zone. David Martinez, the Spanish substitute, ran towards Puck, and dived towards his legs. Puck, however, jumped before he could grab ahold of him, and did a front flip into the end zone.
Click. Click. Click.
Santana smirked, patting herself on the back for catching the play by play. The students in the bleachers were going crazy, doing chants and cheers as the score changed to 6-0. The Cheerios decided to form a single file line, holding red and white pom poms in their hands and moving their arms in sync with one another.
"Give me a V. Dot the I. Curve the c-t-o-r-y. Victory!" They clapped three times and repeated the word 'victory'. Santana started to roll her eyes because they honestly could not get any cheesier than they already were, but caught herself when she saw the mystery blonde from earlier with a huge grin plastered on her face while waving her pom poms in the air, pointing to the crowd.
Click. Click. Click.
Santana took in a sharp breath, and forced herself to tear her eyes away from the mystery blonde. Now was not the time to get caught up in her feelings. She had a task at hand, and she wasn't going to let this girl come in the way. She let the camera hang around her neck, and scooped down to pick up her equipment bag, tossing it over her left shoulder. She searched the track surrounding the field for an empty location where she could take more pictures from, and spotted one directly across the field from the Cheerios where the teachers were sitting.
The students shuffled out of their seats on the bleachers, talking among themselves about the 42-28 victory over the teachers. Santana made her way into the building, even though the students were let out early after the pep rally. She pulled her glasses back down to cover her face, and twisted her combination into her locker. She opened her bag, and pulled out her textbooks from her previous classes of the day, and switched them out for her AP Psychology textbook and notebook.
She heard a group of voices from down the hall, and she quickly turned on her heel to avoid awkwardly standing at her locker. She pushed her hand against the cool metal bar of the main doors to the school, but froze when she heard one of the voices call out to her.
"Hey! You're the school photographer right? Do you mind taking a picture of us for the yearbook?" Quinn Fabray asked once she turned around.
On a normal day, Santana would have questioned how the girl even knew she existed, but at the moment she was too distracted by the blonde cheerleader she had seen earlier. Santana gulped nervously, she wasn't the type of person who communicated with anyone her own age, let alone the most popular girls in school. She stared at Quinn for a moment, and then saw the girl she recognized as Kitty Wilde to the left of her, and the mystery girl to the right.
"Uh. Yeah. Sure." She said dumbly, and watched the mystery girl break out into a grin. Her left hand fumbled with the camera that hung around her neck, while her right hand was pushing her glasses to the top of her head. She brought the camera up and adjusted the focus lens, directing it at the three girls.
"Alright. One, two, three."
Click.
"Can we see it?" The mystery girl asked, and Santana blinked. Was the beautiful girl really talking to her? A silly nerd who liked taking pictures and spent her free time reading? Oh geeze, her eyes were really blue. She looked so happy and curious, how could she say no to a pout like that. Wow, her lips are really pink.
Santana felt her cheeks heat up when she caught herself looking at the girl's lips, and nodded her head, pressing down on the button that made the image reappear. The three girls surrounded the Latina, making small comments about the photo. Santana's heart started to beat quicker when she felt the mystery girl pressing slightly into her back to peer over her shoulder at the picture. The girl's breath was hitting the Latina's ear, and it took everything in Santana not to shiver.
"That's a really good picture of us! Do you think you could print us up a copy?" The mystery girl asked, walking to stand in front of her as the other two followed suit. Santana stared at them, not knowing what to say. Whenever she talked to people her own age she would stutter and make a fool out of herself, but she knew what these girls were capable of and she was not looking forward to embarrassing herself to the point where she gets slushied.
She nodded her head, figuring that was the safest way out of the situation. The mystery girl seemed satisfied with the simple gesture, and smiled. She had a pretty smile, one that made everyone around her smile. That would explain why Santana was returning it. Quinn bumped shoulders with Kitty and Brittany, and the trio started to walk away.
Santana released a small breath she didn't realize she was holding, and tugged her lower lip between her teeth, looking down to the picture she just took of the three Cheerios.
"I'm Brittany, by the way." A sweet voice whispered. It had taken Santana a moment to realize the blonde was staring at her with sparkling blue eyes, waiting for Santana to introduce herself. The other two Cheerios didn't seem to notice Brittany had turned back to talk to the photographer, so Santana cleared her throat, deciding it would be okay to talk to the mystery girl, Brittany, since she didn't look intimidating.
"Santana." She said in return, offering the taller girl a shy smile.
"Santana. That's a pretty name. I gotta go. Don't forget to make me a copy!" She said, jogging after her two friends who were a decent ten yards away from herself.
Santana knew she was blushing, and she was doing all she could to keep the smile that wanted to appear on her face hidden. She filled her cheeks with air, and then let it out slowly, making her way towards the front parking lot to meet Puck. She wasn't sure what made today different from any other day, but she had a feeling that her life was about to change for the better.
What do you guys think? Should I continue on with it? I want to know what you guys thought about it! If you do want me to continue I'll try to put up a new chapter once a week, considering I have classes and work all week long. Any suggestions are welcome! Comment what you thought about the story!