Hey, guys! I originally planned for this to be a one shot, but if I get enough reviews, I might consider making it into something more!
"Alright, guys." It's the first glee meeting of senior year and you, Santana, and Quinn are sitting together. Since the three of you got back on the Cheerios and Santana doesn't want to be on the bad side of the head cheerleader, she and Quinn are once again friends, and you and Santana also got back together over the summer. You're sitting in the middle of the two, holding Santana's hand, and, at the same time, digging through your Coach purse to find some lipgloss for Quinn to borrow.
"I hope you like strawberry," you tell Quinn as you retreive a red tube from your red leather purse. Quinn giggles.
"That's perftect," she tells you. "It'll go great with my strawberry scented shampoo."
Sam and Quinn are back together, and you and Santana came out of the closet too, so you're free to kiss and snuggle all in the hallways all you want, and surprisingly, no one giggles when you walk down the hallway or calls you crude names. Probably because they knew Santana would kick their asses if they did, but still.
"Well," Mr. Schue said as he retrieved a blue marker and wrote "Literature" on the board, underlining it five times. "Principal Figgins has informed me that some of you have less than satisfactory grades in Language Arts…" He stopped talking and shot daggers at me and Santana.
"It's not my fault that I'm too hot to go to class and Brittany can't understand anything," Santana snapped. "Deal with it."
"Anyways," Mr. Schue continued, shaking his head. "Figgins has kindly asked me to talk about reading and books with you. So, can you tell me what your favorite book of all time is?"
"Facebook," you shout, without missing a beat.
While everyone besides Santana shoots you "WTF?" looks and Santana glares daggers at them, Mr. Schue replies, "Um, not really what I'm looking for, but okay."
Everyone in the club thinks I'm a dumb blond.
They couldn't be more wrong.
Actually when Mr. Schue asked me that question, classics began to whiz through my mind. Little Women, Matilda, Charlotte's Web, Old Yeller, etc. etc.
The thing is, I knew that I would never make it in this world if I was smart.
I moved to Lima in 7th grade, and it was because I wad made fun of at our schools for being so smart. The kids made fun of me and made my life hell. I knew that when I moved to Lima, I couldn't risk that happening again. Sure, I was smart and at the top of all my classes, but the one thing I really wanted was to be a cheerleader. I had the talent: an amazing voice, a smoking hot body, and amazing dance skills, but the other girls on the squad got to vote on who made the final cut, and since I was such a geek, I didn't make it.
I knew that when I moved to Lima, I couldn't act smart. All I needed were some dumb comments, a spot on the cheerleading squad, and a bitchy friend to make sure I wasn't made fun of too bad for being dumb, and then I could have the life I always wanted.
I picked Santana and Quinn to be my BFFs, and we were soon doing everything together. Quinn was nicer than Santana, but I soon realized that I actually valued them as friends, not just as props in my plan, and then while me and Santana grew further apart from Quinn I realized that I was in love with her.
I was truly smart, worthy of being in a Gifted classroom. By the time I was in 2nd grade, I was able to read college books. Of course, I never informed my mother and father of this because I knew that they would have whisked me from my normal 2nd grade life and got me tested to see if I was truly gifted, and the moment the mental doctor informed my mom and dad that I was at college level intelluctualy, I would be weighed down with my parents enrolling me in college when I was only 8, and even though I was really smart I still wanted to have a chance to grow up and play with friends and everything. In school, I quickly became friends with the girls that were secretly smart too, and we enjoyed playing, pretending we were adults and we had to solve a crime or write a check or something like that. So, in Lima, I secretly fed my brain it's brain food by taking college courses over the internet on my laptop and checking out college level books from the library. Of course, I traveled two towns over to go to the library, just so nobody from school saw me checking out such heavy books.
Every time I look at Santana's beautiful face, I'm reminded of the reason why I chose to be a dumb blond.
It's way easier than you think.