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Chapter One

Board-ing:

Summer was ending and so all bad things must come to an end. Santana tapped her fingers against the window of her room, creating a noise in the eerie silence. She leaned her head against the warm glass pane as the sun trickled through. As she slowly closed her eyes, in an attempt to stop the gaze from the warm, blazing sun invading her chocolate brown eyes; she let the novel she held in her left caramel coloured hand gracefully fall into her lap.

Ten weeks earlier at the beginning of her vacation, were Santana had spent time indulging her petite body in greasy dinners of bacon and eggs, and long lye in's under soft black sheets. That was all served to her punctually at a snap of her delicately pedicured fingers. She would never have thought that those days would morph themselves into a bitter prison, of solitude and loneliness, bringing her to detest any human vessel that would approach her. However that outcome was delivered, after been drove thousands of miles back to her home of cold graying marble. The marble structure was so secluded that no sound or view of a living person could be found for miles in each direction. Such a separation from people would compel Santana to partake in an act of spending time with the Spanish speaking maid and driver, if she wished not to decline into such a state of loneliness. Instead of acting like a sensible adult and having a conversations with the people her family employed, Santana decided to pray for the day she returned to St-Catherine of Alexandria. In her dreams she began to see the old gothic building's yellow wallpaper that was stained by age. The never ending rows of oil paintings of past headmasters, hung in dusty frames. Cramped dorm rooms and noisy halls, filled with familiar female faces.

When Santana settled into the soft black leather of a chair, in one of the two town cars her family owned. Relief flooded through her body giving her a giddy optimism, school was about to begin. The Maids Husband or brother, whatever relation, slid himself into the driving spot forcing the seat belt over his bulging stomach. He turned his sweat covered neck, to enable his dark beady eyes to peer into the back of the car. "Ready Miss Lopez?" he croaked out, the words lathered thick in his Spanish accent.

Santana cocked one of her shaped eyebrows at the man, lowering the black Burberry sunglasses that shielded her eyes. "We employ you to drive, not talk." Santana bitterly husked. Raising an arm covered in the shinny leather of her jacket, she pointed her hand forward, raising her pointing finger slightly in a gesture for him to get her away from the place as fast as possible.

The summer Brittany experienced was terrible, it was like a slap of cold ice to her face, detached, cruel and stung like a bitch.

It was the last day of school, before summer. Brittany's entire body trembled even with her brains constant plead of it not too. A building nervous feeling was twisted and curled in the pit of her stomach, nauseously whipping its tail along her half digested lunch. She could barely stand on her pale legs knowing that this would be one of the hardest moments of her life. She rubbed her slick with sweat hands down the vibrant red cheerleading skirt. Taking a gulp of the humid summer breeze, she Walked through the cheap plastic door that creaked closed behind her. As she entered her home, her pale blue eyes were greeted with her parent's tears and faces that begged her to say it wasn't true. Even before seeing their appearance, she was aware that they already knew.

They knew she was a homosexual.

She fought it with every inch of her being, she cried in the dark, she heard the whispers in the corridors that cut her like a blade. It was only a matter of time until this day arrived. From the time they gripped her blonde hair in their violent fists, pulling it back, dragging her down to the cold lament floor. They let out a hideous cackle at the sight in front of them, shouting "People like you shouldn't have been born." All it took after that was peer pressure, crushing its way down on a friend, causing her to turn away and sing song down a cell to her Mum. That is all it took, something so small to create a massive impact that could change her life. To know longer be wanted by her family, to be despised instead of loved.

It took Margaret and Andrew Pierce two weeks filled with arguments to decide what to do with their daughter. Two long weeks of ignoring the existence of the teenage Pierce, but after them two excruciatingly long weeks. That caused deep inside Brittany's heart to shattering into thousands of tiny pieces. She was banished by those that were meant to love her, to the far edge of the country, to her Gran's home.

Elizabeth Margaret Pierce was 73 year old woman, that in her prime had raised four tall blonde her knowledge Brittany's visit had nothing at all to do with her preference on the female sex, in fact she had been fed lies by her Son. Andrew Pierce had concocted a story that Brittany was failing her classes, well that bit wasn't a had become so depressed and scared she refused to turn up for any of her classes other than the exception of Dance.

Elizabeth Pierce was under the impression that Brittany was a ruined girl and that it was her duty as a grandmother to place her on the right path again. To learn Brittany manners, how to work hard and be part of a respectable Catholic family.

When Brittany arrived at her Gran's large farm in St Ignatius Montana her muscles were cramped up due to the small spaces she had been seated in, through the day. It had taken her three hours to get to Helena Montana by plane, she had been sat next to an crow like woman, that's bones were distinct beneath her green knitted jumper. The woman constantly asked if she wanted a cough sweet, from the clear plastic sandwich bag she held in chapped hands. By the time the plane landed her head was dizzy from the shaking a gesture of no, that she kept making at the woman's offer of sweets. As she left the airport she was escorted into a red truck for another two hour's to Helena to St Ignatius.

When she eventually exited the red battered farming truck, that had occupied her life of for two hours. She faced vast land, that went on as far as her eyes could see. A few cows grazed to the left, while the right held fields of golden grain.

Her eldest cousin Ralph had drove her and was already walking into the house, with her beaten rucksack slung over one of his broad shoulder. The building looked like it had come straight from an old western movie the ones with John Wayne and Indians in them. It had dark wooden panels and even a porch with a rocking chair. It was two floors spreading so far back, that the thought of running around it tired her out.

Brittany was still standing in the opening as the sun began to set; she twirled on the spot taking the new surroundings in. Part of Brittany wanted to grin in delight, she loved animals and where better to be than a farm. But the circumstances that had led to her being there, made her want to run away into the darkest hole imaginable and cry for an eternity. It was with that thought that the delight warmth of the farm faded. She frowned trying to hold in the tears behind her eyes as she dragged her unwilling body into the building, her eyes cast down.

The chatter of voices between the seven people in the room stopped as soon as Brittany entered. She heard the friction of material as they all moved to take a better look at the new addition to their home.

That night her Gran told her of what would be happening on her stay. Brittany's tongue was tied, glued inside her mouth too afraid and unsure to speak. As she listened to her Gran's voice that emphasizing the R's in her words.

"My first rule is you will only speak when spoken too. The second is you will be given a list of chores, if you do not carry these out you will not get desert and you will be punished. I expect you to be here in the morning at 7am sharp to have breakfast, otherwise you will not get breakfast. The same with Dinner 7pm or you won't get any. Sunday there is no work after 9am due to church, what you will be attending. Do you understand?"

Brittany nodded at the woman speechless, as she attempted to process the large amount of information.

"Good,-" Elizabeth smiled at her granddaughter she was going against all her natural instinct to just scoop the blonde girl up in her arms. But there would be time for rewards after this matter was sorted.

"-you will also be attending St Catherine of Alexandria the all girl's boarding school in Utah." She pulled a letter out from her apron pocket and began to read. "Your uniform has been purchased and will be in the dorm room you have been given, along with your router and list of rules for our institution."

That night Brittany stayed awake, thinking of her cousins, did they know about what she loved? Did they care? She was terrified, alone, unwanted in a strange place she had no recollection of visiting before. That was the first night she cried herself to sleep in Montana and every night after that she did the same.

She did the list of chores she was given to the letter and secretly decided not to talk to anyone but the animals, even when spoken to. Towards the end of summer her Uncle and Gran had become suspicious of Andrew pierces motives, but they bid farewell to Brittany as Ralph drove her off.

Elizabeth Pierce was ready to search out the truth to why her granddaughter was sent to her, no matter the cost.

"Miss Lopez?" Santana stirred realizing she was pulled at the front of the gothic stone building. Irritation and anger filled her small body from being woke up, she couldn't help it, if she was tired hungry or aggravated something else took over her that made her want to pull a dagger out of thin air and drive it through anyone near hers flesh and bone. That was probably one of the reasons the girls had started naming her Satan, best reputation a girl could get at a Catholic School that still had nuns.

"Get the bags and take them up to the room!" She bellowed at the poor man. After a few moments of checking her red Lipstick she smirked at herself and let her first Sofia black heeled boot out of the car. She stood straitening the straight tight fitted red dress that was low cut enough to see cleavage, before placing the black leather jacket back over the top.

The freshman in the area were stumbling as they stared at Santana, most of them already in the horrible grey and blue uniforms. She rolled her eyes under the black lenses of her sunglasses, before smirking and blowing a kiss in the direction of girl that looked like she was about to pray for god's help. She then walked into the school making sure to add a small waggle to her rear.

The receptionist was a young Nun by the name Emma, she smiled picking up a sheet of paper and handing it to Santana. It contained the room number and the table number for evening meals for the year.

She walked past the fat slob of a driver as she made her way down the corridor to the dorm area, in the right wing. The driver tilted his hat, causing Santana to grind her teeth and flip him off over her shoulder.

She reached the number 11 door, double checking the sheet to see she had the right number she walked in to the room slamming the door behind her. As she entered the room, she let out a content sigh. There sat on one of the two beds in front of her was Berry, who was grinning like some deranged cat. "Fuck" Santana cursed under her breath, it was so predictable for her to be roomed with Berry.

In Santana's mind there are four types of girl's that attend this school; the catholic nuns in training, the rich stuck up dicks, the troubled rebels that no one could control and Rachel. Rachel was someone that shouldn't be in the School she was Jewish and had gay parents, what basically made her go against ever rule this school had. But by some strange unknown fate one of her fathers had landed himself the roll of piano teacher. So here Rachel Berry was the honorable student, head girl of their year, being the achiever of good grades, the girl who worships the rule book over the bible and this made her the so called 'example'.

Star girl Berry was probably placed in the same room as Santana in the form of a sick joke from Sister Sylvester. Sister Sylvester was always trying to tame the untenable Satan, especially during Physical Education where she would throw an assortment of balls at her and her peers while screaming that intercourse hurt's more.

Santana rolled her eyes going to the unoccupied bed in the room. "Berry if you masturbate when I am in here I swear to god I will kill you."

Ralph lets out a wolf whistle and Brittany can only agree the girl that had just stepped out of the black car is delicious. She watches the girl with the dark curls walk into the building from her seat in the truck.

Ralph leaned over to ruffle Brittany's hair "Well I wish I could have gone to a girls school." He winked at her. Brittany smiled, the problem was she wished she wasn't a girl. It wasn't that she didn't like having to menstruate every month. It would have just been allot easier if she was a boy, then she wouldn't have to hide what she wanted.

She followed the instructions given to her by the bird like lady at reception Ralph followed her with her bag on his shoulder to her room. She opened the white door with the number 13 on and took hesitant steps forward, into the new space.

A blonde haired girl was reading from the desk near the window. on hearing the door open she turned around.

"Oh hello, you must be Brittany?" The girl asked.

Brittany took in the grey cardigan over the top of the blue and silver tie and white shirt she was also wearing the blue and grey tartan patterned skirt for the school. Her features where delicate as if sculpted, she was smaller than Brittany but not by much her hair was a darker shade of blonde than Brittany's too and more maintained than her own wild hair.

After placing the bag down on the floor Ralph stepped into the conversation knowing his cousin wouldn't mutter a word. "Yeah she is Brittany."

She flicked her gaze to the similar man in the doorway she smiled "I am Quinn, I am your roommate."

Ralph ran his hands down his jeans nervously "She… no speak none our Britt…Well she speaks to the animals, well in Dutch."

"Oh,-" Quinn sighed "-well I will look after her Sir. In fact there is a party tonight, welcome back sort of thing, would she like that?"

Brittany went to her bag retrieving her clothes, knowing that the rest of that conversation she would be ignored anyway, someone else making the aimless decisions for her because Quinn had already made her mind up judging her as crazy, better crazy than a lesbian though.

Rachel had been seated watching Santana fish through the piles and piles of clothes she had "I don't think it is a good Idea you going to that." Rachel said for the fifth time that evening.

Santana was getting irritated she couldn't find her black strapless dress "Well berry you aren't invited, so shut up." Her voice rising with each word she spoke.

Rachel picked a sock off her bed tossing it back into the pile of clothes on Santana's side of the room. "That Puckerman boy isn't the sort you should be mixing with, what would god say?"

Santana had had it with Rachel three hours was long enough she was going to kill her regardless if she masturbated or not "Wait your Jewish, Puck is Jewish…So isn't saying that offending yourself? Besides that fat oaf you are pining over is going to be there, is he the wrong sort Berry-pants? Oh and I have seen your underwear Berry, stars? Like seriously, that isn't sexy. I am so not getting my mack on with Salamander lips while thinking of those stars being crushed by your giant bushy ass crack."

Santana had been dancing and grinding into puck since she had hit the dance floor and the alcohol in her system was pulsing and buzzing in time with the music. Every time Pucks hands had trailed to far across her chest she had to spin, she was getting dizzy. People had started blending into a watery fog of movements to the music.

Puck turned his head noticing the blonde hair of a boy giving him a thumbs up, his plan was in motion.

Brittany was standing in a corner in the hall sipping on a beer trying not to get dragged into the music, she so wanted to dance, but she couldn't let herself. She couldn't get carried away into the music, she knew she would begin to express herself as the music pulsed in her ears and her heart beat changed to match the tempo. She couldn't let her body give her away.

Trying to distract herself she watched Quinn talk to another girl with blonde hair in hushed whispers. She then watched the girl walk over to a boy with blonde hair before heading into the music. Brittany began to think that it was a blonde cult. She made up silly stories in her head before letting her back slowly slide down the wall so she could sit on the floor. She used to love this dancing, drinking, having fun being part of the 'it' group she just wanted to cry in mourning of the lost fun that would never be born.

Sam had spoken to Kitty briefly, and had given the thumbs up to Puck now he was just watching the new girl, she looked pretty bummed about something, maybes this wasn't a good idea. Before he had time to think it through Puck had slithered through the dancers to Sam.

"Is that her?" Puck asked poking one of his stocky fingers in the air.

Sam looked over to the blonde girl before answering "Well according to Kitty and Quinn, yeah. Where is Santana?"

"I told her that I was getting her a drink." Puck winked at him.

Sam walked over to Brittany hands in the pockets of his jeans, a feeling covered him like he was about to do something he would regret. He swallowed the feeling in his throat and smiled at her "Want to dance?"

Brittany looked at his blonde hair it was cut in a rugged mess, the same way most of her male cousins had their's. She missed them especially Ralph. She nodded dancing with a boy was fine, right?

She stood on her feet and mirrored his smile.

"I am Sam."

He walked past the stairs, and Brittany followed passing the open closet under the stairs as she was in front of the door another figure slammed their weight into her body, she yelped out in protest falling into the darkness of the closet as door swung shut. She heard laughter soon after, she curled herself into the corner trying not to listen to the noise.

Santana had ended up dancing with Kitty, who was laughing and swirling, liquor quite evidently taking over her brain by the amount of times she had clung to Santana. That was until Puck came back and ruined Santana's enjoyment. He shouted for everyone to listen and the music was shut off so people would be able to hear his testosterone laced voice. Santana looked over a little disappointed that kitty was moving away from her and towards Pucks brother.

Puck held a hat out "Okay we have someone in the closet and we have shoved everyone who was officially invited in Sam's hat here. So the lucky person who gets picked out will be having 7 minutes in heaven." He roared out.

A group of guys from the same school as Puck and Sam whistled and started clapping. Santana rolled her eyes. Yeah and it's probably a guy she thought.

Quinn walked past Puck smiling at him he stopped her with his hand "Oh Quinn would you like to do the honors " He thrust the baseball hat out to her, she plunged her hand in taking a piece of crumpled paper up and unraveling it. Scrawled in messy writing it said 'Santana Lopez'.
"Oh and Quinn who is the lucky Guy or Girl?" he teased. She pushed him away from her and stated clearly "Santana."

Before Santana's slightly intoxicated brain could register that her name had been said, she was being dragged through the crowd by Puck and hauled into the closet. The door closing and clicking locked behind her, before the music was placed back on outside.

She kicked her feet into the door "let me out Noah before I shove your balls down your throat!" she was drowned out by the sound of music and the thick wood door.

After hearing shuffling behind her she turned again trying to peer through the darkness. "Hello?" no reply came; she placed the noise down to her imagination and let her body collapse to the stone floor.

"Stuck in a closet how ironic." Santana spat out to the darkness trying not to let the alcohol collapse her emotional defences as well.

Brittany had been listening to the girl that had been dragged into the closet similar to her push. She actually preferred it in here away from the people outside but she couldn't just listen to the other girl. She sounded so broken, on the verge of tears. She had to say something even if she felt her voice scratchy and irritated in her throat. "The closet isn't that bad."

Santana yelped scurrying back as if she could go through the door.

Santana's brain was going too fast for her to focus, she had just outed herself to someone she couldn't see.

Brittany was staring in the area of the voice, she was worried she had said something wrong but all she could hear in response was the deep panting breaths of the other person.