Santana Lopez. The words themselves shivers throughout your body. She'd just transferred from out of state, but most rumours are that she'd just moved because she had fucked everyone in her last school and wanted a new challenge, or that she was kicked out of her old school for coming on to one of the teachers. A female teacher for that matter.
Santana wouldn't describe herself as "out loud and proud", but when she saw something she wanted, she would do anything to get it. She moved to McKinley last semester, and had only made friends with Noah Puckerman, or as he was generally known, Puck. The only reason they'd really become so close was because they had extremely similar ways of picking up women. They never got into relationships with their prey, just fucked them and left.
"Oi, Lopez!" Puck yelled, making his way to Santana's locker, but not stopping to check out some of his classmates on the way there. "You doing anything, wait let me rephrase that, are you doing anyone tonight?" he chuckled, a lusty grin creeping onto his face. "Urgh, not tonight Puckerman. I've got to go to my cousin's dance concert." she said, disappointed. She hadn't gotten any in a few weeks, which was way too long for Santana, not that she couldn't get anyone, she was Santana fucking Lopez for crying out loud. It's just that she'd pretty much fucked every gay or bi girl in the school. She wasn't one to go for straight girls though, she saw it as a major turn off. "A dance concert? Just kiddies? Or older dancers? You know they have the best bodies right?" Puck grinned.
Just as she was about to reply, she was interrupted by the one and only Quinn Fabray, otherwise known as Puck's latest conquest. "Hey Noah. We still on for tonight?" she said, completely ignoring Santana. Ever since Santana arrived, Quinn had felt a little shaken up by her. She was loved by all the guys, even though they knew they could never have her. Quinn was used to being the one that everyone wanted, and to have even a bit of that attention gone was annoying her. However, if she started to date Noah Puckerman, aka one of the most popular guys in school; loved by the guys and lusted by the girls, she would be back on top of the popularity pyramid. "Yeah I'll pick you up at 6 Quinn." he grinned, winking at Santana. She knew how long he had waited to get into her pants. "Okay, great! Cya then!" she said just before she planted a kiss on his cheek. Santana folded her arms while watching Quinn walk off. It's not that she didn't like Quinn, well yeah she didn't like her. She didn't like any girl who thought she was better than she actually was. "Damn Puckerman, you need to get rid of that one." she sneered. "Yeah, once I puck her" he said with a wink. Santana laughed, she loved how Puck always used his name as a replacement of the word 'fuck'.
"Anyways Puckerman, I'm off. I've gotta go pick up mi prima." she said as she shut her locker. "Damn Lopez, don't test me. You know Spanish gets my blood rushing." He said, as he slowly trusted forward. "Not even in your dreams Puckerman."
-3 hours later-
"Estoy aburrida " she whispered. She'd been at the concert for an hour now, and only one dancer had fallen, which was quite amusing, but still not worth it. "Shh mija." Santana sunk down in her seat. No offence, but all the dancers sucked. Her cousin had a small solo, and that was it. She so desperately wanted to leave, but as her mother was her ride home, she was deserted. The slow ballet music was putting her to sleep, but the occasional elbow from her mother was the only thing keeping her awake. Just as she was drifting off to sleep, the music suddenly got faster and louder, causing her to jump up in her seat. The dancers were not so little this time round, and it wasn't ballet. About 3 girls, who Santana guessed to be around her age, were dancing on stage, and this definitely caught Santana's attention. She studied each girl, starting at their hair and down to their toes. The girl in the middle however, gave her tingles everywhere. She was very tall, with blonde hair, and damn Puckerman wasn't lying when he said dancers have amazing bodies. Santana didn't know how long she'd been staring at the girl, but before she knew it, the recital was over.
"Mija, can you go backstage and get your cousin please?" Santana groaned at her request, but picked herself up and headed backstage. Santana rolled her eyes at the amount of noise coming from backstage, little girls were screaming, mothers were chasing them, trying to get them changed. It was chaos. Santana looked around for her cousin, but couldn't spot her anywhere. She walked into the changing room, but to her surprise it was empty. She was just about to leave, when she heard someone sobbing. She back around, following the noise. She stopped at the source, and was shocked with what she found. The tall blonde.
"Uh are you okay?" Santana said. The blonde had knees pulled up to her chest, and her face crying into her knees. The girl peered up at her, her big blue eyes piercing through Santana. "I can't find.." she said, before letting out another cry. Santana was getting irritated. How could this girl be crying about losing something? No one would ever be this dramatic about losing something, Santana thought, well other than Rachel Berry losing her virginity to that ape Finn. Santana giggled, catching the girls attention. "What's.. so funny." she said between sniffles. Santana locked eyes with her, those big, blue eyes. "Uh, nothing. So, what have you lost.. uh?" she questioned. "Brittany. My names Brittany." she said, pulling her hair out of her face. "Brittany" Santana repeated breathlessly.
A girl had never had this kind of affect of her. Maybe it was because she'd never seen someone as beautiful as her, or because her body was to die for. It had to be that. "I lost Lord Tubbington." the blonde said as she rose to her feet. "What or who is a Lord Tubbington?" Santana questioned. She was sure the girl was pulling one over her. "My cat. He was in my bag before, and now he's gone." Yep, this girl definitely had to be pulling one over her. She was just about to laugh, when the girls were interrupted. "Britty! I found him! He was in Lottie's bag eating her doritos. Oh hi Sanny. Were you looking for me?" said Santana's youngest cousin. "Thank you Gloria! Lord Tubbington, I told you no doritos! You know they make you gassy." Santana looked at this girl in disbelief. Was she being serious? But Santana couldn't help but feel happy for her. She had the biggest smile on her face, and it was definitely contagious. "Thanks umm..?" Brittany said, looking at Santana. It took her a while to register, and she quickly replied, "Santana. Santana Lopez."
"Wait, you're Santana Lopez?" Brittany said, puzzled. "Yeah, why?" said Santana, who was now incredibly confused. "Uh, nothing, I gotta go, bye" she said, while grabbing her bag and Lord Tubbington to leave. The Latina watched her leave, puzzled by the girl. She took Gloria's hand, and led her to where her mother was waiting in the car. "Sanny, how do you know Britty?" questioned the young girl, while rubbing her eyes. The truth was she didn't know her, but she wanted to. Girls like her were a rarity. Santana looked out the window, wondering what had come over her. She didn't want to know the girl, she just wanted her, and when Santana wanted something, she would do anything to get it. And right now, she needed Brittany.