A/N: This is my first regular fic ever. I've been thinking about the plot for a while and finally came up with this AU fic. It's a Brittana centered but other characters of the show will also play a great part in it. There will be a lot of Brittany at some point. She's kind of the main character here. Brittany is also not canon in this fic. She still has her random silliness but she's quite smart in this fic. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fic.

p/s: English is not my first language. So I apologize for the awkwardness of my writing and the bad spelling.

The Holy Trinity

McKinley High in California, one of the most elitist schools of the country. Its administration, its teachers, varsity teams, fields, classes, students…. They are the young and brilliant minds of our century as Mr Schuester say it. The heterogeneous population that formed McKinley High students is a society of its own with rules and codes. A society in which each individual plays a role, tries to fit in with the rest of the court. McKinley is really like some royal court with all the beauty, glory, secrets, pretences and ugliness…. Each one of students falls into a class and each class has its own prestige and privileges. It's not about the losers and popular kids, no it's not. Swimmers, football, base-ball, basketball and softball players are popular. They are popular but cruelly lack of something vital: power. That thing which a small group possesses and which essentially revolves around them….

The crowd of students parts like the Red sea as they walk down the hallway. Whispers run around the crowd as the students watch with them in awe. Saying that the glow and aura surrounding them pins every student (and even some teachers) down in the hallway is an understatement. They bow down till their bodies touch the ground. They are the ones, they have the power and they are at the top of the social pyramid: the Holy Trinity is to McKinley high, what Louis XIV and his reign of "Lumières" were to Versailles.

They walk down the hallway, scanning the crowd with their piercing eyes and an arrogant smirk plastered on their lips. The Queen and her princesses are making their arrival.

"Watch where you're going moron" one of the girls says, glaring at poor clueless student who accidentally bumped into her. The Queen smirks as she looks at the student cowering under her friend's glare.

"I, I, I'm… sorry" he stuttered

"Ya still here?" she said taking a menacing step forward "Get lost lose!" she hissed. The boy runs away and miserably falls down on the ground as he trips a jock's foot. The hallway burst into laughter, pointing fingers at the now very ashamed and whimpering boy. Another victim of our goddesses... But let's introduce properly our girls, right?

Quinn Fabray, Queen Bee is probably the eighth wonder of this world. She was tall and blond with hazel eyes and a mischievous smile that could defeat Troy's army. Her cheerio uniform doesn't reveal too much but reveal enough to alienate all the football's squad (and Mr Schue's…) minds. Her head always held high, Quinn is the fierce captain of the cheerleaders' team. She was intelligent, beautiful and way too aware of those qualities for anyone to be safe around her. Her thin pink lips only uttered politically correct and moralist speeches. From a religious and conservative family, Quinn has to hold a certain image. She was the model girl, a real life Barbie with principles and goals and the president of the celibacy club. She talks with logic and a calm that freezes your spine. She is Sylvester's favorite for her treachery and coldness. She is the poison every boy at McKinley wants to drink to dregs.

At Quinn's right, is her best friend and co-captain of the cheer squad, Tiffany Stark. The only thing that could compare with her beauty was her ego. And God knows that girl is beautiful. She is brunette and could easily pass for the reincarnation of Cleopatra. Her piercing hazel eyes, beautifully almond like shaped, always have determination in them. Her smile is always seductive but that's probably because she is naturally flirtatious. Seduction was an art for her, a sort of game in which she mastered. She likes to be desired, to be wanted but at the same time out of reach. She is always running ahead. Her skin is as smooth as a new born's butt and tanned from using tanning products. She is superficial and material and isn't ashamed of that. She's a Bitch and proud of herself. Only child of her rich parents, she is the center of their world. Every little desire, whining is fulfilled with keenness. She craves attention, she loves it and she knows how to get it from the world around her. Tiffany likes to be a sinner and she's the sin of raging hormonal teenagers. She is a contrast to Quinn's public image but both girls know each other's games. They are different but yet so similar.

Eve would be proud of her daughter.

The third one of this three head monster is an incongruity to this picture. Brittany is everything but a mean girl. She is simple and even naïve sometimes. Always blunt and bubbly, the blond cheerleader absolutely hates complicated situations. They make her feel dizzy…. The (stupid) randomness of some of her comments, in fact, hides a really wise young woman who just voices everything that crosses her mind. She is taller than her other two friends and probably the more friendly out of the three. She is beautiful, her big baby blue eyes and innocent, child-like smile stare at people with a tireless curiosity and excitement. Her pale skin is silky and her legs seem to never have an end. Years of dance gave her an extremely fit body with all the right curves. The most captivating part of her body (to a certain softball player anyway…) is her apple bottom, round and firm. Brittany is known at Mckinley for two things: her legendary quotes and her promiscuity. No one could deny that the girl gets around. That reputation doesn't bother her, she ignores the whispers. It's not like one of the losers can tell her anything. Her social status allows her to be above criticism of ordinary students. She doesn't have much in common with the two other girls. Sure, she likes all the attention they get and the power they have at school but it's not essential to her. She likes Quinn and Tiffany though. They are strong and ambitious. They get to the best parties and are sometimes funny, plus they never make fun at her when she says stupid things.

This is the Holy Trinity: three gorgeous young women who practically rule the school and have all sorts of privileges. Little they knew that their world and safe bubbles will be shattered in multiple pieces this year….

Their days are always the same. They have classes to attend and listen to boring teachers, cheerio practice and other clubs they were most of the time president or important members of.

At lunch the three sit at the cheerios table, chatting away about their holidays.

"So Tiff, how were your holidays? Did you finally go to Europe with that uncle of yours?" Quinn asks her friend

Tiffany rolled her eyes "Ugh no! He canceled it at the last minute, talking about his girlfriend and meeting the in-laws or something like that! I just went with Dad in NYC…. That was pretty fun though" she finishes with a smile

Quinn nodded "Such a pity! Brittany and I took a trip to the young Christian summer camp! It was very educative and fun. They had many activities and we get to know young people like us to discuss and share ideas. You should come with us next year"

"Err…. Yeah?" the brunette replied with a forced smile before turning to face the other blond "did you have fun Brittany?" she questioned

To be honest, Brittany made the promise to herself to never go to a Christian camp again. She was dying from boredom over there and those people seemed to have a stick far up in their asses. She was relieved when Quinn and her left. The rest of her summer was much more fun though. She went from house parties to houses parties (or beach parties) and took many trips to the beach. That was her idea of fun and she had plenty of it.

"Yeah…" she finally answered her friend, sending her blank stare to her friend. Tiffany shrugged and resumed chatting with Quinn.

Brittany scanned the room with her big blue eyes. Even in the refectory, social status was still ruling. Her eyes wandered from table to table, looking at the familiar faces of people she talks to and those she doesn't. She finally reached the football players' table and caught eyes with Noah Puckerman, captain of the team. He smiled seductively at her and winked. Brittany just rolled her eyes and ignored him, resuming her inspection. Her eyes then lent on the female softball team's table and noticed an absence. She frowned and where she was but was quickly dragged out of her thoughts by her the bell.

After second period, they were all at Quinn's lockers, waiting for the head cheerleader to finish grabbing her books.

"Ah there you are!" they all heard behind Tiffany.

The Brunette turned around and instantaneously went into seductive mode.

"Were you looking for me?" she replied with a teasing smile, her index finger twirling a lock of her hair playfully.

Toned caramel arms were wrapped on her waist, pulling her into her embrace. Their owner kissed a giggling Tiffany and whispered something unintelligible in her ear. Tiffany giggled some more, resting her hands on the arms enveloping her and caressing them.

"Hi, Santana!" Quinn finally said, growing tired of being the silent witness of their PDA.

"What's up Q?" The Latina replied, sending a small smile to the girl. She then turned her head around so she was facing Brittany.

"Hi, Brittany!" She said with the same small smile, looking at the blond with her deep brown eyes, her brows slightly furrowed.

Brittany bit her lower lip, feeling a flush works its way through her body.

"Hi, San!"