Hi guys. Thank you so much to all of you who have followed me as an author and have followed my stories and favorited them so far. I have so many ideas that I'd like to write about and I'm glad that you're all so interested in me and have given me such positive feedback.
This story is something that's been on my mind for the past few days and I can't not pen it any longer. I was trying to delay it because midterms are coming up at the end of the month and I didn't want to not be able to update and leave everyone hanging. But alas, I could not. So, I've planned out a schedule that I'm going to do my absolute best to follow for the remainder of the month and somewhat into February. I've decided that I'll upload a two chapters, possibly more, twice a week: Sundays and Wednesdays (one chapter per day, unless I have time to write more).
Summary: Resident badasses Brittany Pierce and Noah Puckerman of Lima, Ohio rule McKinley High School. Their lives consist of parties, girls, and working at Pierce Auto Shop. What happens when a gorgeous young relative comes to live with her cousin Puck and catches Brittany's eye? Will she change her ways, or will this mystery girl be just another notch in her bed post?
Disclaimer. No copyright intended. Au. Brittana. Motocross!Brittany and Mechanic!Santana.
Okay, so without further ado, I present to you. . . chapter 1
"PIERCE!" my dad's voice bellows through the garage and bounces off the walls straight passed my earbuds and work playlist. I hit my head on the bumper and let out an "ouch" as I wheel out from under the car. The most heavenly giggle fills my ears from about ten feet away. I stand up rubbing my head but stop when I see her. She's standing next to my dad and Puck but all I can see is her. My breath gets caught in my throat; she's fucking gorgeous. Brown eyes peer at me curiously as she holds a hand up to her mouth to stifle further laughter. I send her a goofy grin and she looks away shyly.
"Brittany this is Noah's cousin Santana. She just moved her and is in the same grade as you. Like Noah and yourself, she is also a mechanic. I want you to show her around for today." He turns to the latina. "Here is the key to your locker, number 69. . . "
"Wanky," I chime in, earning a glare from both Puck and my dad.
"Why don't you go change, then meet Brittany back out here so she can show you around, yeah?"
"Sure, Mr. Pierce," she responds, grabbing the key and strutting off in the direction of the women's locker room.
My dad nods at me so I give him a salute before he heads back to his office. Next thing I know, Puck grabs a fistful of my collar and is nose to nose with me.
"Look Brittany, you've been my best friend since forever, but let's get one thing straight. That girl in there," he points to the locker room door, "is the numero uno woman in my life. Don't even think about trying anything with her. You as much touch a hair on her head, and I will sneak into your house in the middle of the night and give a little make-over to your Harley Davidson 72. Comprendes?"
I nod frantically and gulp.
"Glad we cleared that up." He releases me and gives me a sly smile before sticking his hand out. I slap forward, slap back, knuckle touch, bump down, bump up, and double bro tap, it's kind of our thing.
"What do you think you're doing loser?" Noah Puckerman spits out, kicking over my sandcastle.
"Hey!" I yell scrambling to my feet and crossing my arms, mocking his position. "That was mean. Tell me you're sorry!"
"And why should I do that blondie?" he responds.
"Because I said so!"
"You can't tell me what to do. You're not my mother."
At this point, I'm enraged. How dare he? I spent all of recess building that castle. My fist flies out and catches him in the gut. He doubles over clutching the no doubt already forming bruise. What can I say, I my dad and I watch MMA together sometimes when mom's not home. I skip away like nothing happened and the bell rings signaling it's time to go back to class.
Noah doesn't say a word to me the entire time and sits as far away as possible. At the end of the day, he approaches me and sits on my desk so that his legs are hanging off the side and he's facing me.
"You've got quite a punch, Pierce. We should be friends."
I stare at him, not quite understanding his angle.
"Look, Brittany," he grits out, "You and I are the coolest people here. But together we could be unstoppable. Just think about it. We could get anything we want. None of these other losers would be able to handle our awesomeness. We could help each other out. You get a real friend, and I get the prettiest girl in the first grade as my best friend. You gotta do it, Pierce. We could rule this school."
"Okay," He fist pumps, "But! Only one condition." I wait for him to nod, he does. "You cannot call me pretty. Ever again, Noah. If you even think about it I will not hesitate to kick you where it hurts. If you want to be as badass as you like to think you are, you're going to need to be tougher. And cut the name, it's almost as stupid as Rachel Berry's nose. Got it?"
He nods furiously. "Got it."
"Good. From now on, you're Puck. And I'm Fierce Pierce. No one messes with us."
"Okay, cool. We need to have, like, a secret handshake or something, it's like totally cool." he says.
"Eh, why not. Stick your hand out."
And that's how it all began.
Ok, be cool. Just be cool, Brittany. She's just a girl. You've been with plenty of them, they're your area of expertise. You got this.
I try to give myself a pep talk while Santana gets changed so that I don't embarrass myself in front of her (again). Usually I'm a lot more suave when it comes to the ladies. I came out in fourth grade, I'm just that awesome. Puck was surprisingly cool with it, now he's my "lesbro" or whatever that means. We be each others' wing-person at parties. He stopped suggesting a three-some in our sophomore year at McKinley when I threatened to shave his mohawk if he didn't stop mentioning "How hot it would be." Needless to say, I've got a lot of tick marks on my bed posts. I'm not one to be tied down, no one can tame Fierce Pierce.
Santana comes back out in her navy blue mechanic jumpsuit tied around her waist and a crisp white tank top that her perfect breasts are peaking out of at the top. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun and she has a red bandana tied around it, knotted in the front. I'd be drooling if my mouth wasn't so dry. She must notice my ogling because she winks at me and says, "Like what you see?" smirk in place, resting a hand on her hip and batting her never-ending eyelashes.
"I. . . I. . . I'm Brittany!" I blurt out and mentally slap my forehead. So much for being cool.
She sticks her hand out, "Santana." she replies nonchalantly.
I realize I've been shaking her hand and staring so I pull away and wipe my hand on my overalls in hopes that it will stop tingling.
I clear my throat, "Right so, uh, tour." I lead her through the shop and make small talk.
"So, my dad says you're a senior, too right?" I ask. She nods. "McKinley?"
"Yeah, I start Monday." she says.
"Cool, Well you don't have to worry about anything. Puck and I got you covered. So, uh that concludes the tour, ma'am," I say in a faux accent and pretend to tip my imaginary hat in her presence. She giggles again. I could really get used to hearing that sound. I don't know what it is about this girl, but she's nothing like any girl I've ever been with. She gives me butterflies in my stomach and she's got me stumblin over my words. Damn I really need to pull it together.
"My dad has your timetable, so you can pick it up on the way out now that you know where the office is. If you get lost, just give me a shout, and I'll be happy to assist you in anything you need." I say with a wink.
"Thanks Brittany. You've been a big help so far. I don't know why Puck thinks you'd be a bad influence on me. He's an idiot sometimes. But I'm sure you know that already." she says with a blush.
"I'll see you around Santana" I say, sliding past her and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
Okay, so I know that this was really short, but I just wanted to get a feel for the story. The plot will develop as the story goes on, as will the characters. The next chapter should be up Sunday, so stay tuned. Just to clear things up, Santana's going to be living at Puck's house, for reasons that will be announced later on in the story, and she will be attending McKinley High with Puck and Brittany as seniors. All three are working at Pierce Auto Shops, owned by Brittany's dad. Brittany's motocross lifestyle will begin to make an appearance, as well as Brittany's past and Santana's past, too. Puck probably won't play a major part in this story, but he will be important to the storyline. Okay, I'm done for now. See ya'll Sunday!