This is not the average Brittana Glee fic! I decided to switch it up a bit and alter the original plot, just because I like to give the archives a bit more variety. I personally LOVE Brittany and Santana and tear up every time I watch them sing Landslide together. Brittana forever 3
Sorry if this story ends up a bit sketchy or hard to follow, I haven't written in a long ass time.
Characters may be a bit OOC (out of character), I'm changing the plot line after all.
Chapter One
Cheerleading for Dummies
Click, click, pivot, turn.
Expensive brown three inch heels clicked down empty McKinley hallways, bouncing off the walls and pushing the blonde owner farther into her funk.
"Shit, where am I?" Her quiet voice whispered an empty hall.
Today was not a good day for Brittany S. Pierce. Lord Tubbington was smoking again and he wouldn't admit it. She'd tried a heart to heart talk with him, hoping it would put a stop to his addiction, only for him to mirror her image and stare blankly before pulling a condescending yawn where he then plopped down for a nap like the lazy, fat kitty he was.
And secondly, to top all this off and throw her deeper into her awkward funk, she was late for her first day of her new high school, McKinley High. And she was lost. Undeniably, truly, and completely lost. It wasn't abnormal for the blonde to lose her way, but definitely unnerving.
She tugged on her coral-colored sun dress, easily masking her nervousness with an expressionless face and dead even stare. There was no reason to hide her expressions seeing as no one else was in the hallway with her.
Whipping out her slick, shiny red and white phone she punched in the numbers for her mother's own cellular device.
"Mom? I'm lost."
"Honey, how can you be lost. I drove you up to the school and walked you to the front office."
"I had to go pee so I walked to the bathroom… Then I got lost."
"Never mind that dear, I'll just call the office so they can come find you okay?"
"Okay." The slender blonde slipped the contraption back into her dress pocket, waiting for some sign of rescue.
"Will Brittany S. Pierce please report to the front office please?" The crackling intercom spoke out in a thick Indonesian accent.
"Oh no." Brittany spoke to herself, bracing herself for what she knew was about to come.
Just then every classroom door in the hallway broke loose of its hinges, letting hundreds of students pour out at a blindingly fast rate.
Brace yourselves, ladies and gentleman.
"Where is she?"
"Brittney?"
"Brittney! I love you!"
"Please be my Baby Daddy!"
"That's not even possible." The blonde stated bluntly.
"Brittney! I'll get on my knees for you any day!"
She covered her lady love with her hands protectively.
"Brittney!"
"Brittney! I'll do anything! I'll kill my parents and give you their house for you!" A carrot top frizzy afro pushed into her shoulder, his glasses slightly cracked. He looked like he'd been trampled a couple thousand times, but obviously nothing deterred his determination to get up there with her.
"Everyone clear the way! Principal coming through. You, new student, follow me." The self-proclaimed principal pulled her with a browned hand through the throng of students and into the school's main office.
The blonde sat herself in a cushy, navy blue seat in front of his desk. She stared blankly at his desk, seemingly used to students starting a riot for her.
"Miss Pierce, are you alright? I am to understand that you are not Brittney Spears, but our new student yes?" The principal asked her, scanning her for any injuries AKA potential law suits.
"I will always live in the shadow of Brittney Spears."
The principal stared at her, unsure of how to respond.
A solid 30 seconds passed.
"Uh yes, well here is your schedule and a map. Please try your best to get to class on time and avoid starting anymore riots."
She let the papers settle in her hands and dazedly made her way through a mess of students, brushing off groping hands and miraculously spotting her classroom number in time. She knocked without hesitation and let herself be hurried in by an overexcited bustling, brunette teacher.
"Class, we have a new student! This is Miss Brittany Pierce, but I'm sure you all know after today's riot. Please treat her nicely. Sweetie, why don't you take a seat next to Miss Lopez and Mr. Jacob?" The bubbly teacher pointed out her seat across the classroom.
Brittany's eyes followed the teacher's finger to stop between a gorgeous Hispanic girl and the creepy afro boy from earlier.
The Hispanic girl hadn't seemed to notice her new, altered seating arrangements, instead taking her time to scrunch her nose up in disgust as she watched the afro boy gawk at the new student, drool slipping down his neck with a tiny bulge in his pants.
Brittany let her legs carry her to her designated seat, then plopped herself down on her plastic throne unceremoniously. She glanced warily at the creeper boy seated beside her, hoping that he wouldn't scoot any closer than that.
He did.
"Hello there, I'm Jacob. I know you're not Brittney Spears," he stopped to let his glasses clad eyes rake over her slender, tanned body before continuing, "but the offer still stands, baby." He finished it off with an uncoordinated wink, his glasses fogging up as he eye-raped her some more. He didn't seem to notice the greenish, pale shade crawling up the new girl's face.
"I think I'm going to barf." She said quietly, turning her gaze from him to the front of the room, hoping it would calm her queasy stomach.
"Cool it, Jew-fro. We all know the only action you get is from your little friend, Righty." The Hispanic girl beside her viscously took another bite out of his already crumbling ego.
He let out an unmanly whimper before picking up his stuff and scooting down the table to nurse his dainty, remaining pride.
Brittany let out a breath she'd been holding, hoping to keep from throwing up and embarrassing herself on the first day of school. "Thanks, I thought he'd never leave." She turned to her heroin and bit her tongue, noticing for the first time how undeniably hot the girl sitting next to her really was.
Black, shiny locks framed the girl's well-tanned face followed by a slender flawless neckline. She let her blue eyes follow down to a skimpy red cheerleader top, concealing her probably gorgeous bust.
Stop.
She snapped her eyes back to her savior's face, just before the other girl turned to answer the previous victim.
Just in time, Britt.
"Jew-fro's a freak. But don't think for one second that we're friends. Here at McKinley you have to earn your spot, and a spot as my friend is hard to get." She glared harshly at her with steely brown eyes before turning her attention back to the front of the room.
"Okay." She whispered in response quietly, following example she turned her eyes back to the front.
The rest of the day went by without a hitch, Brittany walked down the halls aimlessly brushing through more groping hands. Her eyes scanned the walls dazedly, not really giving a damn about anything. Her feet brought her to a bulletin board covered in club signup sheets. Only one really caught her eye, but maybe it was because it was in the dead center of the board. The bold black print of Cheerleading Tryouts stared back in her face as she wondered if she could ever really be a cheerleader. She was pretty enough, she thought.
"Don't even think about it." Brittany turned around to find the owner of the voice, spotting her gorgeous classmate with her arms crossed defiantly.
"Why not?" Brittany questioned, she was definitely pretty enough. And she was a dancer, so she could probably pull off all the same moves.
"Only the best make it. And even if you make it, Sue is a sadistic bitch hell-bent on nationals."
Brittany stared at her blankly, her eyes slightly defiant. She turned back to the board and scribbled her name on the signup sheet under the Cheerleading Tryouts paper. She didn't really care if this girl thought she couldn't make it, but she knew that the cheerleading uniform was a symbol of status. If positions were really earned at this school she'd have it in no time with that uniform.
She stepped back and let the shorter girl step in and scribble her name.
Santana Lopez.
"Santana," she let the name roll off her tongue like a song, "why are you trying out? You already have a uniform?"
"We have weekly tryouts to keep our competitive edge alive in our team. And don't act like we're friends. You're at the bottom of the food chain, beneath my feet." She strutted away with one last glare, but somehow it didn't seem as vicious as before.
Brittany continued to stare after her as she watched the tan legs carry her around the corner.
"She gets pissier than Lord Tubbington."
"Well I'd think so; I mean she's Satan after all." A voice replied.
Brittany whirled around on her heel to spot a short brunette girl with an oddly shaped nose.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I'm Rachel Berry. Did you see the Glee signup sheet? I know you probably don't have nearly as much singing talent as me, but it'd be great self-esteem boost to our group." She smiled brightly; gloating like it was an everyday thing.
It probably is.
"Whatever." Brittany said quietly in the same monotone. She scrawled her name across the Glee signup sheet, not really caring.
"Great! Tryouts are tomorrow at 4 right after school in the choir room down this hall." The smiling brunette walked away feeling accomplished. She made it half way down the hallway before being slushied in the face by a passing jock.
Brittany could barely hold in a laugh, biting her lip as she heard the end of school bell ring out loudly as intercom announcements echoed in the hallways.
"Cheerleader tryouts will take place in the gymnasium now. No late exceptions, you worthless losers."
The voice of a woman came on the intercom, probably the cheerleading coach Sue Sylvester.
Luckily Brittany was already clad in her last block gym clothes as she hauled her bag with her to the gymnasium. She stopped at the end of a long line waiting outside the gymnasium, everyone looking anxious.
Almost every girl left crying except the ones already clad in a vibrant red uniform.
"Brittany Pierce. Get in here you lifeless trash." A voice called out.
She took a deep breath and walked in confidently and smartly avoided eye contact with the coach.
"Listen here, Tweedle Dumb. Fabray and Lopez are going to show you this routine once and if you can't copy it completely. Well, you're off the squad. But don't get your hopes up, you probably won't make it." Sue droned out boredly, not expecting anything from the girl.
Santana and Fabray stood in front of her, glaring at her with a challenging look in their eyes.
"I'm Quinn, but you should already know that. I'm top bitch around here, everyone knows my name." The fair-skinned blonde said to her.
"Let's see what you got, new girl." Santana challenged her.
They waited for the music to start with suspense hanging in the air.
Beats and rhythms belted out from the gyms intercom as the two uniform-fit girls performed a series of steps and movements, ending with a back hand spring and a perfect landing pose.
Santana strut up to their latest would-be cheerleader.
"Think you can handle that?" She mocked with a sneer.
Sue picked her head up in interest; almost everyone in the room could feel the tension hanging in the air at the verbal challenge.
Brittany just copied their start positions, giving herself a quick twist of a back stretch. The song replayed in her head along with the intricate moves the girls pulled. It was the same as dancing to her, just with a little acrobatics involved.
The base of the music knocked her out of her thoughts as she flawlessly executed their moves, throwing up her arms with an extra bit of flare and pushing herself to prove herself to Santana.
Maybe if I do really well she'll like me more.
She pushed the thoughts back to her head, trying hard to focus on her routine and flaunt as much precision as possible. She forced herself into the run up of the back hand spring, and pushed the soles of her feet into the ground to launch herself backwards for enough hang time. Little tremors of nervousness pricked on her skin remembering that she'd never tried this before.
Focus, Britt. There's a first time for everything.
She kept the image of Santana's perfect back hand spring in her head, hoping to copy it to perfection. Her palms slammed down on the ground hard. She didn't give herself time to think, pushing her hands hard against the ground. Before she had time to panic any longer she felt the soft landing mat deflate beneath her feet.
Time stood stock-still along with everyone else in the room.
No sound. Just the awestruck faces of the would be cheerleaders and of course the cheerleaders.
But what made the whole risk worthwhile was the look of terribly concealed impress and shock on Santana's face.
Silence hung in the air until and slow, mocking clap filled the air.
"Congratulations, Tweedle Dumb. You're a Cheerio. Now get the hell out of my sight. Lopez, grab her a uniform."
Brittany barely registered herself being pushed out of the gymnasium, still dazed by the fact that she actually landed it. Albeit it was probably a terrible landing if the way her knee was feeling was any indication, but she was probably one of the only girls to actually have the balls to attempt it.
Santana pulled a Cheerio uniform out of a nearby closet and tossed it to her, "Fit it."
Brittany stood still, gawking at the red and white Cheerios uniform in her hands. She was brought out of her reverie by a tanned hand snapping her fingers in her face.
"Hey, try on the damned uniform already." Santana said, busting her happy bubble.
"But we're in a hallway." Brittany said bluntly, taking in her surroundings.
"We're also in front of a girl's bathroom if you haven't noticed."
The blonde let her mouth form a small 'o' before carrying herself into the white-tiled bathroom and pushing herself into a small grey speckled stall. She stared down at the uniform before grinning to herself in accomplishment. She stripped down to her undergarments before slipping into her Cheerio uniform and zipping up the back. It fit like a glove, she noted to herself as she stared at herself in the mirror. And she knew she looked damn good.
She strut outside to her company with a confident air about her, knowing the other good would probably gawk just as much as she did.
"So, what do you think?" Brittany asked to the other Cheerio whose back was facing her.
Santana turned around with an irritated expression before stopping herself from making a rude remark. Five seconds, but it might as well have been five minutes. Santana still couldn't think of a response, her usually fiery tongue dry.
"It looks good." Santana tried keeping up her badass front. Everything about her said 'I don't care', except for her eyes.
Why?
Because they were too busy scanning over the blonde's body and turning her into a stuttering moron. A knowing smirk stretched across the blonde's face, waiting patiently for the other girl to snap out of her eye raping session.
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4…
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1.
Santana's eyes snapped back up to her face with an 'Oh shit' look plastered all over her face.
"I was just-"
And as much as Brittany would have loved to hear the ridiculous excuses she knew were coming, she decided to take pity on the girl.
Just kidding.
"You were just checking me out." She flaunted the truth in the air like a trophy. Her eyes sparked with a predatory tease in her eyes waiting to see the other girl's reaction.
"No. I wasn't." So insistent.
"Oh, so what were you doing then, teammate?" Brittany let a teasing grin cross her lips, stretching out the word teammate as obviously as possible.
"I was-"
"You were?"
"I was just making sure it fit, okay? Damn I guess you're too stupid to see that." Worst insult ever. There was no bite, no glare, and it was no more aggressive than Kurt in a floatie. But somehow it did more visible damage than any of the insults she'd previously given the new girl. A small wince flashed across the blue eyes at the word 'stupid'.
"Yeah, I guess." Obviously hurt and hiding it badly.
Santana was at a loss. She could redeem her badass reputation with this girl by pushing her away and ignoring how much that might've actually hurt her. Or she could do something out of the ordinary and maybe stop being such an outcast.
And Santana thought that maybe that wouldn't be so bad. As much as she hated to admit it, she kind of liked how straightforward the girl was. And anyone who knew Santana knew that was a rare because she hardly ever liked anyone at all. So what was it going to be, badass or new friend?
"Stop looking like such a pussy, I didn't mean it." Her conscious decided for her. Santana Lopez doesn't apologize, but as stated before there's a first time for everything.
Granted it was a pretty terrible apology, the blonde could tell that this didn't happen very often and accepted it with a warm smile.
"I'll forgive you if you let us be friends."
Santana stood there and gawked at her. She'd done everything a friend shouldn't do. She insulted her and bitched at her and even gone so low as to openly tell her she was inferior to her. But somehow the request made a quirky smile fill up her mouth. It was a weird feeling knowing you were wanted for something other than looks and sex.
"Yeah, I'd like that."
A goofy smile sat on the blonde's face as she thought up her next move.
Handshake?
Hug?
Walk away?
She grew some temporary balls of bravery and wrapped her arms around the other girl in a quick hug. Before she moved she quickly whispered in the other girl's ear, "I still think you were checking me out."
And walked away fast, throwing a playful grin over her shoulder for the road.
Santana just stood there, contemplating what the hell just happened. It was just a hug so she didn't know why she was freaking out, but somehow she knew it meant a little bit more to both of them, like a silent pact.
But no matter how much it confused the hell out of her the quirky grin wouldn't leave her face as she shuffled her way back to the gym.
That girl sure was something.
So, should I keep going? Guys, I need some feedback or I'm gonna stop right here! If I don't get at least eight (I thought ten was asking too much) reviews by July 11 then I'm dropping the story completely. Sorry! But I'm not writing if no one enjoys it.
So! Anyway R&R, flames are fine as long as they're reviews!
And remember, BRITTANA FOREVER! None of that Bartie and Samtana crap!
- InternationalAnnoyance