Hey there Gleeks! I've had this rolling around in my head for a few weeks now and I finally finished graphing it all out. The first chapter isn't as well written as I would have liked, but the next ones will be better, I promise. ^_^'
I have to add this though it is completely off topic. Jeopardy was just on and they had a Brittany line as one of the questions! :D Needless to say, I knew it. :O
Anyway, here's the first chapter. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I wish I owned Heather Morris, though. xD Such fun we would have.

Summer Lovin': Chapter One

"Have a good time, Santana! Try not to get into any fights okay?" The Latina scowled. "Come on... For me?" Santana's mom executed a pout with practiced precision, eliciting a jerk of the head that she could only interpret as a nod. "Good girl. Now, get your bag out of the trunk and give your mother a kiss!"

Santana sighed emphatically, trudging around the car to grab her suitcase. She turned to meet her mom's last demand when it was met for her; she was scooped up into a very tight hug and kissed all over her face. She couldn't help but grin a little when she was released, though she was flushing furiously.

"Mooom! It's bad enough that I have to go to summer camp like some second grader without having everyone laugh at me the first day because you can't get your sh- stuff together!" Her mother rolled her eyes.

"Nice save there, nina. I'm impressed. And you know why your father and I want you to go. We moved here two months ago and you still haven't made any friends... This is a great chance for you to, ya' know... mingle. Anyhoo, I've gotta run. I have an appointment." She said this as lightheartedly as possible, but Santana saw a flicker behind her mother's warm eyes. The younger Latina felt her mood worsen, which she hadn't thought was possible, and clenched her jaw. Fucking cancer.

"Alright, mom... Hey," she halted her mother mid-turn and pulled her close, hugging her tightly. "Take care, okay?" Her mom laughed, patting her on the back.

"Now who's losing their shit, Miss Lopez? I'll be fine." She settled her hands on her daughter's shoulders, holding her at arms length and giving her a reassuring smile. "I promise."Santana smiled back weakly, possibly for the last time in the next ten days, and nodded, reaching down to lift her suitcase. Her mother had turned and was getting into her car. "Bye mom." She whispered, and moved toward the crowd of kids that were clamoring around a large yellow bus with a seemingly hand painted tarp attached to the side that read, 'Camp Fun.'

Oh, wow. That's not generic and infantile... Sighing, and a dark scowl replacing the worried look that had previously occupied her features, she began boarding but not before her mom yelled out the window as she rolled away, "And no fights! You promised!"

"Yeah, yeah..." Mumbling, the Latina made her way through the aisle, attempting to avoid the little kids who were bouncing around excitedly, looking like epileptics in mid seizure. An empty seat near the back of the bus beckoned to her and she tossed her suitcase into it before she sat, her face set to portray utmost hostility. Apparently it paid off; no one even attempted to talk to her much less sit next to her and as the bus shuddered and pitched forward, she relaxed her expression, releasing a sigh.

She should have been at least mildly enthused about the whole 'camp' thing. She loved the outdoors and had begged to go as a child, but she was almost a grown ass woman! A seventeen year old wasn't supposed to go cavorting around at summer camp, especially when their mom was sick. Santana's brow furrowed and she clenched her eyes shut to hide the mist that formed.

It was a little over a year prior to their move to hick-town Lima that Maria Lopez was diagnosed with Stage Two pancreatic cancer. After about nine months of steady treatment with little result, her doctor recommended that she move closer to a Cancer Treatment Center. Apparently he thought they could do more for her. For that reason and that reason alone, Santana was happy they had relocated. Unfortunately, even the CTC was having trouble, and she had recently had her diagnosis leveled up into the Stage Three category.

Santana had began to lapse into morose and reclusive behaviors, rarely going out with friends and shunning her school work. Since the move her mood hadn't changed much at all, except to worsen. Everything was going to hell in a hand basket. And, the Latina mused harshly, now I've got to go to fuckin' summer camp. What a load of-

"Hi!" Santana's head snapped in the direction of the voice, thoughts shattered. Across the aisle from her sat a slim blonde who looked to be about her age. Seated next to her was what seemed to be her younger sister, who wiggled her fingers in a little wave. Santana scowled. The older sibling, who had addressed her, was flashing a megawatt smile, one that seemed altogether too bright and cheery for the Latina to comprehend. How can someone in my age group be, in any way, happy about going to camp? This girl must be a couple pennies short of a dollar...

"I'm sorry, but were you talking to me? If so, I'd advise you not to do it again." Her tone was incendiary and she fixed the blonde with a caustic glare, waiting for her grin to falter. To her surprise it remained, though shrinking just a smidgen.

"Why? Do you need me to use sign language?" Santana was floored and it showed as her jaw dropped an inch. What the fuck?

"Why in the hell would you assume that I'm deaf?" She cried, confusion overshadowing her forced hostility. The blonde continued smiling, but it had morphed into one of understanding.

"Well, you asked if I had been talking to you. And I did, I said Hi. And since you advised me not to do it again, I figured you must need me to use signage instead. I'm Brittany, by the way. Wait, can you hear me? Or are you reading my lips?"

"Listen, girl-"

"It's Brittany. And this is my sister Rosilyn." There's that smile again; I need some shades...

"Okay, listen Brittany, and listen close. Don't speak to me, don't look at me; in fact, just forget that I exist. I don't want to talk to you or anybody right now. Possibly for my entire stay at this shit-hole summer camp. 'Ya got me?" Brittany had finally stopped grinning, confusion etched onto her, Santana couldn't help but notice, startlingly attractive face.

"You aren't excited to be here?" Santana threw her hands into the air, exasperation evident.

"No, Brittany. I'm not. Now leave me the fuck alone." Brittany fell silent for a few seconds, wiggling around in her seat as if physically trying to hold back speech. Santana was watching out of the corner of her eye, and despite her incredibly foul mood, she found the action pretty damn cute. She shook that idea from her head, however, and continued to stew in silence. Apparently, Brittany's friendly nature won out over Santana's demand.

"But... It's Camp Fun! How could you not be excited! With a name like that, it practically guarantees a good time!"

"Maybe for a little kid like your sister." Rosilyn frowned, glaring at the Latina.

"Heeey! I'm not a little kid! I'm nine, and I'm still looking forward to it!"

Santana shot Brittany a look, thin eyebrow quirked. "I rest my case." Brittany was frowning as well, her lower lip jutted out slightly in a pout.

"But... I'm seventeen and I'm happy about it!" Santana shot her the most scathing look she could muster, eyes narrowed; she wished the strange girl would just leave her alone to dwell within her thoughts.

"Which makes you a sad and pathetic human being. Now fuck off." Santana directed her gaze out the window, hoping the blonde would finally take the hint and run with it. Apparently she had.

"Geez, what a jerk..." Santana caught the younger sister mutter, but ignored it and stared at the landscape, losing herself in thought once more.

"Aaaalright, ladies and gents!" A camp counselor was practically yelling into a megaphone, his smile, like everyone else's, nauseatingly wide. "Pick up your stuff and let's head on over to the gazebo! Time for orientation and bunk assignments!" Santana groaned, massaging her temples and praying that she could hold onto her sanity. Everyone here is on happy pills. She watched as the counselor, who was a waif of a man, flounced over to a large pavilion, a throng of children following him as if he were the pied piper. With another groan, Santana began to make her way through the crowd, suitcase rolling along in the dirt behind her. She had only managed to take a few steps when a small, giggling blonde darted out in front of her, tripping her up and causing her to lose her balance. She fell to the ground, knees first, a sharp pain shooting up her leg.

"What the hell?! Hey, you!" The blonde turned. It was Rosilyn. Santana got to her feet, glancing down at her knees and noting the droplets of blood that formed. When she looked up again, the little girl's eyes were wide, her mouth formed into an 'O' shape.

"Oh, geez! I'm so sorry! I should've watched where I was goin-"

"Yeah, you should have, you klutz! Look at my fuckin' knees!" She gestured downward, causing the girl to cringe.

"I-I said I was sor-"

"Oh, you're sorry? Yeah, that's really gonna take the pain away. Quit running around like a fuckin' lunatic, little girl, or I'll-"

"You'll what?" A cold voice sounded from over her shoulder. She turned and was eyes to chin with a very irritated looking Brittany. Santana smirked, crossing her arms.

"Whatever I want. What are you gonna do about it?" Brittany glared, and Santana was surprised to find that she was withering slightly under it. But she stood her ground, arms tightening slightly around herself. She'd been a bad ass her whole life and wasn't going to stop because one dumb ass teenager, hot as she was, gave her a warning stare.

"Leave my sister alone, or you'll answer to me. Deaf or not." Santana spluttered for a moment, expression incredulous. How can she still think that?

"I'm not fuckin' deaf, you weirdo! And maybe I wouldn't have to yell at your precious baby sister if she wouldn't run out in front of me like some coked up deer on a highway!"

Rosilyn, who had heard enough, began tugging on Brittany's arm. "Come on, sis. It's not worth it." The older blonde huffed, glancing down at her sister before turning, allowing her sibling to pull her through the sea of people. "And for God's sake, Britt, I can take care of myself... "

Santana just glared after them before she grabbed her suitcase and followed a good distance away, taking a seat at the back of the gazebo.

The orientation was long and boring as all hell. Santana wished they would just give her her bunk number so she could go and wait out the rest of the already lame camp experience. But noooo, the counselors had to go over every rule and regulation first. Finally, after about forty five minutes of monotony, they started to dole out rooms. When they finally reached her, she snatched the slip of paper out of a quickly retracted hand and scowled down at the number. Room 2, 6th floor.

Sixth floor? What kind of cabins are these? She was about to ask when she was pointed in the direction of a large, multi-floored building in the middle of a clearing. How the hell did I miss THAT coming in?

"Just head over there, Missi!" The counselor said all too cheerily. She cringed at the title, but said nothing. "I know you were probably expecting a cabin, but since so many kids come here every summer we decided to just build something of a dorm room. Each floor is a different age group, and you're on the top because you're the oldest we have here this year!" Santana listened to the man ramble before grabbing her suitcase. She couldn't resist quipping, "Thanks for your riveting and informational rant. I was so enthralled I could hardly stand it." Blinking at the tone of Santana's voice, the counselor could only stare after her as she walked, scratching his head.

"This one's gonna be trouble..."

It took Santana a good ten minutes to haul her suitcase up the stairs. Of course, I had to be on the top floor. Could anything else in this infernal place go wrong? Forest fire, perhaps? At least that would get me out of this... When Santana finally reached her assigned room, she paused outside, hearing singing from inside. The voice was quite pretty, though she couldn't make out the song choice, but good voice or not, she wasn't going to put up with it. Singing was off limits. Without knocking, Santana flung the door open then kicked it shut behind her. A squeal met her ears and she froze, eyes wide. Oh, shit. That girl is...

Brittany was staring at her as if she had three heads, arms flung protectively over her bare chest. Apparently, she had been changing. She was clothed in only a pair of panties covered in yellow ducks, the rest of her on display. Santana couldn't help but stare. She had already admitted to herself that Brittany was an attractive girl, but out of clothes... Wow.

Her mocha eyes traced the obvious musculature of the blonde's abs and legs, marveling at the length of them. It took her a moment to realize that she was very obviously checking the girl out and quickly jerked her gaze upward to Brittany's face, which was severely flushed.

"First you yell at a nine year old kid and then you barge in here without even knocking?" She upbraided shrilly, turning and throwing a shirt over her head. "You have pretty bad manners." It was Santana's turn to blush.

"It's my room too, you know. I can come in whenever the hell I want." I can't believe I have to bunk with this girl...

There were two beds on either side of the rather small room, one of which was already covered in Brittany's belongings. She trudged over to the empty cot, tossing her suitcase to the floor and flinging herself onto the covers face first. Silence filled the room, almost tangible in it's thickness, before Brittany spoke, voice soft.

"So... now that we're room mates... maybe we should just start over? I mean-" Santana cut her off.

"What I said on the bus still stands. Fuck off. I don't want anything to do with you." As strong as her voice sounded, Santana's resolve against the girl was faltering, and crumbled more still as she heard the blonde whimper,

"Why are you being so mean? I didn't do anything to you..." Santana raised her head to find Brittany in tears, silent as they were. It melted her heart if only a little. She sighed, turning her head to face the wall.

"I'm a bitch. Get used to it or get over it."

"I can see that. Well, as mean as you are, we still have to room together." Brittany stated after her tears had been wiped away and she steadied her voice. "So... At least tell me your name."

"It's Santana. Now leave me alone."

"Fine! I won't talk to you again! Not once! In fact, I'll do as you told me earlier and forget that you even exist!"

"Good."

"Good!" Silence ensued while the other girl began unpacking her belongings rather angrily and throwing them into random drawers in the nightstand next to her bed. Santana sighed, both loving and hating the quiet. Maybe I shouldn't have been so cruel... Satan strikes again.

"Uhm... Santana?" Brittany's voice was small and hesitant.

"I thought you weren't going to talk to me." Santana snuck a glance at the blonde from under her elbow. She was shifting her weight back and forth between her feet and staring down at fiddling fingers.

"I know... But... I-... I forgot to pack socks. Do you-... have an extra pair?"

Santana sat up, eyebrow quirked. For the first time since her mom had pulled away, a smile, albeit a small one, twitched at her lips.

"How do you forget socks?"

"The same way you forget your manners." Santana rolled her eyes.

"That's completely different..." she reached down and unzipped her suitcase, digging through the neatly folded attire until she found a pair of socks. "Here. Don't say I never did you any favors." Brittany beamed, larger than the Latina deemed necessary, and accepted the socks, her fingers accidentally brushing against Santana's. She didn't seem to notice.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou! See? You're not so bad!" Santana barely heard her. She was busy wrestling sudden, intense thoughts, all the while staring at her hand.

Well, there you have it. I know Santana was a little over-mean in this, but understand that she is super stressed out from her mom having cancer, having to go to summer camp when she is really too old, and on top of all that she has other worries that haven't been mentioned yet. So yeah... I hated writing it though. I have never written Santana being mean to Brittany and it kinda broke my heart a little to type it. :( But, not to worry! Things will go from bad to good to awesome in no time! :D Thanks for reading. Update will be coming in the next few days. ^-^

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