Hi everyone! This is my first multi chapter fic, so I'm kinda nervous about publishing it... Also, I am not a native English speaker so all the mistakes in it are mine and I take credit for all of them. Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor its characters... :(
It was around 10am when Brittany's alarm woke her up. She sat up – wide awake, all smiling even. It was Saturday so she would be having dance lessons today. Yes, she basically danced all day long and when she wasn't she was cheerleading or singing with her friends from Glee club. If you asked her what she liked doing most, though, she would she would say dancing. Or maybe motor cross, but that was something completely different.
All in all, she was excited to get up. Last weird their teacher had said that she had a special assignment they would be getting next week... which was today now. Brittany couldn't wait to hear it.
Within seconds she was out of bed, already changing into her dancing clothes. She had another hour still, but she was too psyched already to really care about that. She would just drive really slowly, also taking the longest route.
As she went downstairs, Brittany passed her parent's bedroom. The door was still closed, so she assumed they were still asleep. She was always the first to be up during the weekends. Most people wanted to sleep in, but Brittany always did that during first period of school and the weekends were always way more exciting than school. It was always so boring and such a waste of time. She didn't want to go to college anyway. She wanted to be a dancer, or something alike.
Since she didn't really trust herself cooking, Brittany just took out a few slices of bread and made herself a couple sandwiches. Taking her plate to the living room she turned on the TV, and flipped through the channels until she came across a music channel. Bobbing her head up and down she finished her food, pulling out her phone. She quickly texted Quinn, asking if she were awake already. While waiting for a reply, she tried to copy the dancers on the TV.
By the time she finally got a text back it was almost time to leave already. She would be picking up Quinn first and Brittany figured it wouldn't hurt to leave early. Grabbing the bag she packed yesterday she walked out the door. Swinging her arms up and down restlessly she pulled out her car keys.
As she drove to Quinn's place she sang along to a Britney song on the radio. It sounded pretty good, she thought to herself. Maybe one day she would just be as big of a star as the woman. They did share the same name, after all. Or well, kind of.
It only took her a few minutes to get to Quinn's, since the girl didn't live that far away. She ringed the bell several times in a row, spinning around and practicing dance moves on the front porch. When the door opened she stopped abruptly, a little embarrassed at the sight of Quinn's mom. The older woman smiled at her a little timidly. "Hello, Brittany. Quinn is still upstairs. She should be ready any minute."
"Hey, Ms Fabray," Brittany said chirpy before stepping in. "I'll just go look for her then." Without waiting for an answer she ran upstairs, yelling Quinn's name.
"Gosh, Brittany. I'm not deaf, you don't have to shout," came Quinn's voice from her bedroom. "I'm in here, by the way."
"Yes," Brittany said, walking into Quinn's bedroom. "I know." She smiled and pumped her fist in the air. "Are you as psyched as I am?"
Quinn forced a laugh. "Probably not."
"Why not? Don't you like surprises?" Brittany asked in disbelief.
Quinn shrugged, putting up her hair in a high pony. She grabbed Brittany's arm and pulled her towards the door. "I'm ready. Let's go, I don't wanna be late."
"'Kay kay," Brittany chirped, quickly following the other girl's lead. They went downstairs, where Judy Fabray was waiting for them. She silently handed Quinn her bag – after which both girls went outside. Brittany noticed that her friend hadn't said one word to her mother, but she decided not to ask questions. She wouldn't get answers anyway. That what she had learned from hanging out with Quinn – most questions remained unanswered, or she got a snarky comment out of it. After spending quite a lot of time with Quinn, Brittany knew when to speak and when to remain silent.
They drove to the dance studios in silence. Brittany was too concentrated on the road to really keep a conversation going, and Quinn didn't seem interested in talking. She was checking her make up in the rearview window every few minutes, until they arrived at the studios.
When they were halfway the entrance, Quinn nudged Brittany. "Did you lock the doors of your car?"
Brittany stood still immediately, slapping her hand to her forehead. "I forgot. You go inside already, I don't want you to be late." She turned around, pulling out her car keys. Playing with them she walked back to her car. It only took her a minute or two to lock the doors and get back to the studio, but by then the class had already stared. Apparently the teacher didn't want to wait for her, so when she came in everyone was already paired up. Brittany shyly closed the line, feeling slightly uncomfortable for not having a dance partner. Normally she danced with Mike Chang, but he was already paired up with Tina Cohen-Chang this time. He shot her a apologetic look, but she smiled at him, trying to tell him it was okay. There was no way Tina would be better than her, but the two kind of made a cute couple.
The teacher – Shelby Corcoran – approached the girl. "Don't worry. There will a new student attending the dance class today. She's late, but I'm sure she'll show up eventually." That lightened Brittany up a little bit and instead of just standing there, swaying in the background, she started dancing on her own a little. She stretched a bit and tried to enjoy herself while waiting for the new girl to arrive. When she hadn't stepped into the studio after fifteen minutes, Brittany started to worry again. What if the girl wouldn't even bother to come? But then again, why would she even sign up for this class if she wasn't going to come anyway?
Twenty minutes after the lesson started Brittany was interrupted from her dancing by a hand grabbing her by the arm. She turned around quickly, only to see Shelby Corcoran standing behind her. Next to her was a short girl. She seemed to be Latina and also extremely bored. Brittany smiled at her, but the other girl didn't respond to that. Maybe she was just shy...
"This is Santana," Miss Corcoran said. "She will be joining us from now on. Santana, this is Brittany. She will be your dance partner the next few weeks."
Brittany outstretched her hand to greet Santana, but instead the girl grimaced. Clearly annoyed she cocked an eyebrow. "But she's a girl! I can't dance with a girl? Isn't there a guy left for me to dance with?"
Miss Corcoran sighed. "No. Brittany has been waiting for you for twenty minutes already, now don't give her an attitude. Be glad there is someone for you to dance with."
"Nu-uh," Santana said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm not dancing with a girl."
Brittany looked at the Latina, slightly disappointed. Even though the girl seemed interesting she didn't want to be hooked up with a super bitch. She shrugged. "I can dance on my own, if you have a problem with dancing with me."
"No way," Miss Corcoran said. "You two are dancing together, and that's it. If you both wanted to dance with someone else you should've thought of that before you were late."
"I couldn't help being late," Brittany protested. "Didn't Quinn tell you I had to lock the doors from my car?"
"Yes, she did, but that's not an excuse. Besides, I hadn't expected you to disagree with dancing with Santana," Miss Corcoran said. She studied Brittany's face, but the blonde turned away. "I don't care about it, but she clearly does." She pointed at Santana, who was still standing in the same position as before. Lips pursed, eyes narrowed.
"I don't care. Like I said, you two are dancing together, whether you like it or not."
Finally Santana opened her mouth, muttering something in Spanish. Brittany thought to understand "Maldita sea," but she wasn't sure . She didn't even speak Spanish, so she might be mistaken.
Santana threw her hands in the air. "Okay! Whatever! I'll dance with her! But only because I have to. Not because I like it or something." She roughly grabbed Brittany's hand, pulling her to the middle of the room. "Show me what you got."
When the lesson came to an end around noon, Miss Corcoran announced the special assignment they would be getting. "You all will be competing in a dance competition – with the partner you danced with today – and the winners will get a two free tickets to the upcoming Britney Spears concert. I think you guys deserve some extra treats, don't you?" She smiled.
Brittany clapped enthusiastic. She nudged Santana. "We are so going to win this. I need that Britney Spears concert."
Santana looked at her, seemingly bored. "You're a fan?"
"Yes! We share the same name, and her music is really good. I could dance to it all day long." Brittany smiled, not noticing Santana rolling her eyes. "Can we dance to Me Against The Music? It's one of my favorite Britney songs."
Santana shrugged. "Whatever. I'm not even sure if I'm gonna show up next time. This class is so lame, and I have to dance with you. Two reasons not to continue these lessons."
Brittany hadn't seen that one coming. She pouted and suddenly her happiness all flooded away. "Oh... I didn't know you thought of it that way... Did you really hate dancing with me?"
The Latina's eyes narrowed as she looked at the blonde. She opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it again. Without a word she nodded, turning around. The class was over, so she walked to the dressing room, getting away from the other girl. Brittany bit her lip, her gaze following Santana. She knew the girl hadn't wanted to dance with her in the beginning, but now she was just being harsh. It hurt to have someone hate her without even knowing her. Yeah, some girls in school hated her too, but that was just because they were jealous of her being popular and them being at the bottom of the WHMS food chain.
She didn't notice Quinn until the girl touched her arm. "Are you ready to go?"
Brittany nodded sadly. "Yeah, let's go."
The other blonde noticed her friend being sad, so she stepped in front of her. "Is there something up? You seem a bit down."
"It's nothing," Brittany sighed. "That new girl – Santana – she was being kind of a bitch. She said she didn't want to dance with me and that she probably won't even show up next time. Now I don't have a dance partner, so I can never win the competition." She smiled sadly at her friend, shrugging.
Quinn's eyes grew dark and she started pulling Brittany towards the exit of the dance studio. The taller girl followed her quickly, slightly confused about what was happening. Before she knew it, Quinn and her reached Santana – who was just about to step into her car. It was a nice car, probably expensive too.
When Quinn let go of her, Brittany rubbed her arm. The girl had squeezed her pretty hard, probably because she was mad. It was obvious that she was mad, because she basically grabbed Santana's arm, turning her around. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
Santana's eyes narrowed. "I could ask you the same thing."
"This is not the time to bitch, bitch," Quinn said. "You made Brittany upset, and I can't let that happen."
"Well, I'm not going to apologize for telling the truth. She's weird – and completely childish. Besides, it's not like it's going to change anything because you probably won't ever see me again." Santana stepped into her car, closing the door. She waved at the two blondes, before pulling away.
"Well," Quinn said. "That didn't really go as planned."
Brittany smiled at her, patting her arm. "It's okay, Q. Thanks for standing up for me..."
"Anytime, Brittany. You're my best friend, remember? Now let's go home. I'm sure you'll find someone to dance with – even if it's not Santana."
Brittany nodded, letting Quinn pull her to her car. She knew Quinn was right, but what if she didn't want to dance with anyone else?