Alright guys, I know I shouldn't be starting yet ANOTHER story, but I couldn't help myself once I came up with a bit of the plot. This lovely Brittana story with hints of Faberry will hopefully be able to compare to my previous one, "Must've Done Something Right", thanks so much for your support for that story as well as my others. On a second note, a few people have asked about a sequel to that story and I'd like to know what you all think. I hope to get quite a few reviews to tell me ideas and opinions and encouragement or discouragement of this story. Thanks in advance reviewers! (Sorry its a bit short.)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Glee related. Only my plot.

Song used: Sway- (Several several artists and remakes... but decided to go with the Pussy Cat Dolls version because it was jazzy and sexy like what Santana would do.)

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A New Beginning

Britt's POV

God, I hate moving. Having to pack up all of my unicorn stuffed animals takes forever, plus Lord Tubbington has to get put in a dog carrier because he can't fit in his old cat one, always a fun struggle that ends with me all scratched up and Lord Tubbington pouting for a solid couple of hours.

Oh right, you must be wondering who I am. Brittany Susan Pierce: college freshman. I'm from California and yeah, I'm a surfer, as to be expected from a lanky, blue eyed, blonde Cali girl. Unfortunately for surfing, I got a scholarship to NYU for dance, no surf whatsoever in New York. I mean, all is not lost, I still have dancing. Dance is like my life and with surfing all you're doing is making the board dance across that massive wave until you gracefully finish. Or something like that.

I've already met someone too, Quinn Fabray is my roommate. Medium-height blonde with short tousled hair to her shoulders, and has a girlfriend named Rachel who's here to be near Broadway and get a part on stage as well as take a few classes at NYU. They both came from Lima, Ohio. They've also been mentioning someone else who's a cheerleader for the basketball team that also was from the same school and a friend of theirs.

I walk into my first dance class and start stretching. It's mostly girls in here. Not that I'm complaining, I always get along with girls, rarely the cause of drama, but then again, that was back in laid back Cali. I'm in New York now, competition will probably be fierce. Also the fact that I'm attracted to girls never hurts the situation. I see an Asian guy pull a sweet bunch of B-boy moves. I walk over, "Hey, that was really good." I smile and he looks up almost surprised that I'm talking to him.

"Thanks?" He offers as if he doesn't know how to answer the compliment.

"I'm Brittany." I offer a hand. He wipes his hands on a towel and shakes my extended hand.

"Mike. Nice to meet someone who's not overly competitive, I mean I want to be the best but not at the cost of alienating everyone and giving up who I am, ya know?" He smiles widely and excitedly. I guess he hasn't had the best experience with people here so far.

I nod, "Yeah, I get what you mean. You don't have to worry about that with me." I smile at him, warmly.

Throughout the class we joke around and laugh, I feel like he's going to be a really great friend. His girlfriend's name is Tina and she goes to Columbia so they still see each other when they can commute. Apparently he had to fight hard to go to school for dance and not an Ivy League like his parents wanted him to, I can't help but think what a waste of talent that would've been, and he's easily top of the class here. We part ways at the end of class, exchanging numbers. I decide to stay back and work on a few things.

I toss my bag into the corner of the room and stretch my arms over my head, groaning slightly from the stiffness I find. I hear the faint sound of music, that's weird. I check my bag to see if my iPod got turned on in the process of tossing but it's off. I listen closer and hear it coming from the hallway. I grab my bag and investigate the source of the music. Soon a melodic voice is put into the song, this version is unlike any that I've heard of.

When marimba rhythms start to play

Dance with me, make me sway

I find the source at the room at the end of the hallway, the door is open slightly and I can see a figure moving around in a pattern that almost looks like a ballroom dance.

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more

She steps into the light near me and I catch a glimpse of her gorgous face. She has the voice of a beautiful jazz singer and the body of an athlete. This Latina has definitely caught my eye. I continue to watch as she dances with her invisible partner wishing I could step in without disturbing her song.

Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

When we dance you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me

Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have that magic technique

When we sway I go weak

I come to realize that she's dancing the tango, by herself. I wonder if she's a dance student here. I haven't heard of any that can sing like that.

I can hear the sounds of violins

Long befor-

My phone buzzes in my pocket and her head whips around as I fumble to silence it. "Who's there?" I still am trying to redirect the call to my voicemail and stop the buzzing noise in hopes that she won't find me being stalkery at the moment. "I mean it! I don't give free shows to no one. Show yourself." I hear footsteps approach me, now or never.