Title: Zombies, Medics and Giant Enemy Crabs Oh My.
Words: 2361
AN: This is supposed to be for Brittana week Day 6, College. My gaming side may have come through too much in this. Not beta-ed.
AN2: You might get a little lost if you're not familiar with video games. I did my best to not go into confusing details. Mentions Team Fortress 2, Left 4 Dead 1&2, Dynasty Warriors, King of Fighters, and a little on Zelda (not really).

November. 26, 2011

The map was changing so she takes the time to rub at her tired eyes. She plays with the idea of turning on the light to her room but knows if she does that will only wake up her roommate and piss her off. So instead she reached for the bottle of Dr. Pepper beside her mouse pad and takes a long drink. She really should be sleeping but she was playing with her clan and she was pretty sure she could keep going for a few more rounds before her body decides to shut down.

She never bothers with her headset when it comes to TF2, she much rather type even though her clan might find voice chatting much more convenient. She reacts more than gives direction, but she is one of the best players in the clan [MGK]. Her chosen job she played was scout, other than that she was a handy sniper and a pretty good medic. She always did love the German accent the medic spoke with, but she liked playing on her own than following a pyro or heavy healing and buffing them for over half the rounds and dying when they died.

It was her clan's main server, it came with the popular roll the dice function that popped up a couple months after the release of Team Fortress 2. But it was open to the public, and they had their own public regulars that came on. She was even friendly with a few of them, though there was one particular user who she finds more than often is on her team and supported whatever job needed. They made a dynamic duo, though neither of them ever typed or spoke on the server they seemed to just know what to do.

While she ran under the name [MGK]Unic0rnBSP, the other player she finds herself sacrificing sleep to play longer with play who ran under the name HBICSatan. Not the most friendly of names but was a great player who she added on her Steam friends list after the first week of playing with them everyday. They never chatted but she had peeked at their games list and was impressed by their collection and their taste. It made her more and more curious and yearn to get to know this person whom she had begun to see as her online gaming partner. It had gotten to the point that they even played L4D together and L4D2 when it came out. She usually played Zoey but Satan seemed to have no preference of character. And she was weighing the idea of finally starting a real conversation with the other player.

Her plans of staying up passed four that night- or was it morning? were cut when Satan left after they dominated the first three rounds. She sighed and stretched her arms and quit as well, no point of staying on. Anyways, she had class at 8 tomorrow morning, she needed her sleep. Shutting down her laptop she crawled into her single bed and nestled down. She fell asleep quickly with no troubles.

She doesn't know how this happened. Midway through her first semester and her roommate- and best friend- was dragging her out of their room to some party two floors up. Something about being too much of a hermit and nerd, but all she wanted to do was log into Steam and maybe play some old school King of Fighters '98 while waiting for a certain online friend to show up and nag her to play Left For Dead 2.

Since that first month HBICSatan had suddenly invited her into a voice chat on Steam. She was pleasantly surprised to find Satan was really a Santana and female. With the sexiest raspy voice she had ever heard, even when cursing loudly about noobs being unable to fucking aim at the mob of zombie flooding them.

Quinn, her roommate, had been teasing her about having a crush on this mystery player. And yeah, maybe she did have the tiniest crush on Santana but she didn't even know where the other player lived, or how old she was or anything other than she was a wicked sniper and had the mouth of a sailor. Not to mention was badass at Starcraft, her voice was sex and the fact she was always either cursing at noobs or flirting with her made her super nervous.

Brittany S. Pierce was a self proclaimed nerd and geek after all, and she knew she was terrible when she talked to other people. For the first five years of her teenage years she was obsessed with fantasy and had even learned the Elven language at one point convinced it was the only spoken language unicorns could understand. She maybe loved The Lord of the Rings a little too much and she was so much of a Potterhead she could probably list off all the creatures in the Harry Potter verse. She blamed Quinn for that since it was her best friend's fault for introducing the series to here and subsequently finding the wonders that is J.K Rowling.

So there she was stuck two floors up from her room on residence, with a red plastic cup in her hand filled with cheap beer surrounded by other college students drunk off their ass, shouting, dancing and trying to hit on her when all she wanted to do was go back down and see if her internet crush was online. It also didn't help that she was claustrophobic, and the amount of sweaty, smelly bodies being all around her was only freaking her out. Quinn had disappeared five minutes ago on the arm of some muscle bound mohawked frat and all Brittany wanted to do at this point was leave but she couldn't even do that since the throng of bodies was like a magical hedge maze with the walls closing in on her every second.

She was on the verge of a panic attack when a hand grabbed her upper let arm. She freaked. She flailed her arms dropping her bad beer and tried pulling away. But the grip was strong and before she knew it she was pressed against a wall. Brittany opened her mouth to scream as the clearly drunk asshole leaned into try and kiss her, on instinct her leg came up and kneed something very fragile between his parted legs. He made a wheezing sound and hunched over holding his groin, her breaths were coming in short pants as she stared at him with wide horrified eyes. He jerked his head up and snarled when something slammed into his side and her fell over onto the ground still holding his balls.

"Hey, you ok?"

She turned and found the warmest brown eyes she had ever seen. The gentle hands taking her shaking shoulders were reassuring, even if it wasn't Quinn. All she could do was nod weakly. The girl before her had the most beautiful dark hair with tan skin that only confirmed to Brittany this girl couldn't be human. Her saviour led her through the bodies keeping a tight but reassuring hold on her hand. When they made it out and was in the stairwell all strength left Brittany's legs and she sort of collapsed onto her knees.

"Oh fuck," the stranger cursed and tried hauling Brittany up again. But the thing was Brittany was taller than her and she struggled to do so. Eventually Brittany was propped up against the railing with the stranger looking carefully into her eyes as if to make sure she wasn't high or drunk. "Sorry about that, Azimio is a bastard."

Brittany stared at the gorgeous creature before her and felt her throat close up on her words so the only sound she could make was a squeaking sound that only make her cheeks flush. God why was she such a loser? Here was some beautiful girl talking to her face to face and all she can do is squeak like the anti-social nerd she didn't want to be at that very moment?

It felt like forever, but her throat unclogged so Brittany managed a quiet "H-hi."

The other girl quirked one eyebrow up, one sexy eyebrow, and smirked.

"Hey." she replied with a quiet laugh. "You going to be ok blondie?" the strange looked her up and down. Brittany shrunk feel horrified as she realized she was wearing her Triforce t-shirt and her red Mario converse that she had bought online for way too much money, but still loved.

"Yeah, fine." she stood up straight and winced when the stairwell began to spin. A steadying hand on her arm had her gasping for breath. Oh god, whoever this stranger was she was doing massive damage to Brittany and the last time she checked she wasn't a giant enemy crab. "Are you a princess?" she blurted out like an idiot. And all she wanted to do right then was die, for hundreds of hands to just grab her and pull her into the shadows.

"What?" the stranger laughed and tilted her head a wide grin on her lips. "Do I look like a princess?" she snorted.

"Yes." she said honestly feeling her face heat up. Oh god, what was wrong with her? Brittany bit her lower lip hard, it was like she had eaten veritaserum and couldn't shut up or something. And maybe she was going crazy but her voice was starting to sound really familiar.

"I've never heard of a Latina princes" the stranger snickered. Brittany felt horribly dizzy, was she getting closer? Because Brittany could swear she could feel the heat coming form her in waves. And wow, she smelled really nice. "So what's your name blondie?"

"Brittany S. Pierce." she word vomited again, but this time it wasn't too bad because the hand that had been on her forearm slid down to shake her hand.

"Nice, I'm Santana Lopez." Santana smiled at her. Her dark eyes flickered down again, and Brittany licked her lips. Santana? Was it possible? Santana tilted her head a little. "Wait." Santana's smile dimmed suddenly. "Is that the official Nintendo shirt signed by-"

"Shigeru Miyamoto?" Brittany cut in quickly feeling her nerdiness taking over. "Yup, I had to buy it over Ebay." Santana's jaw dropped and a look of envy appeared.

"Fuck," Santana whispered. Brittany found her nerves dissipating and she was grinning widely now.

"It's totally awesome right? I also have a signed poster." she said happily. Santana choked out a laugh hearing that. Brittany smiled widely. "So you play video games?" she asked shyly. Santana quirked a brow up and glanced back as if to make sure no one else was in the stairwell before smirking.

"I kick ass at video games Brittany." she said smugly.

The question was like a flashing neon sign in her brain and she really couldn't hold it all in. Maybe that beer was spiked with truth serum. "Are you HBICSatan?" she asked hurriedly.

There was a moment of silence and Brittany was already bashing her head into a mental brick wall. Fuck what was wrong with her tonight? She was more awkward than usual.

"How the hell do you know that?" Santana asked lowly with furrowed brows.

"Duh, we play like every night together." she said hurriedly. It took a few seconds but-

"Holy fuck, you're UnicornBSP?" Santana asked in a hurried hushed voice. Brittany grinned and nodded. Santana threw her head back and burst out laughing. "We've been fucking living in the same rez this entire time and had no idea?" she chuckled.

Brittany could listen to that laugh forever. "Uh huh." she murmured, her stomach was doing an entire gymnastics routine and her nerves were tingling. Her internet crush was right in front of her. Holy fuck. "So um." Santana's laughter had died down and now they were just staring at each other. Brittany took in Santana's tight jeans and tank top. She looked nothing like what Brittany imagined. She was gorgeous and a complete nerd like her. How was that possible? "You want to maybe get out of here? My room is two floors down." Brittany stuttered out.

Santana stared at her clearly shocked by the question. She looked anxious. "You mean to like..are you asking for a hook up?" she asked slowly.

Brittany's jaw dropped and she shook her head so furiously her hair was probably a mess now. "No!" she shouted. "No, I just I mean it's not that I wouldn't like to because I mean look at you- but I mean like." she found herself stuttering like an idiot. "I just..." she took in a deep breath to calm down her racing heart. "Do you want to maybe play something with me? I can hook up my Xbox to my monitor." she asked shyly.

Santana grinned. "If you have Dynasty Warriors it's a fucking date." she said. Before Brittany knew it Santana was holding her hand again and tugging her down the stairs. "The party was fucking lame anyways. My stupid ass friend went off somewhere with a blonde chick ditching me with sorority girls who don't even read."

All Brittany knew was this was way better than sitting at her computer by herself. Maybe getting out a little wasn't so bad. But she did have to make sure she got the message across.

"I don't have Dynasty Warriors on Xbox, but I do have King of Fighters XIII." she said nervously. Santana stopped at the bottom and looked up at her with these wide gleaming eyes.

"We're going to be best friends Britt." she said with an increasingly wide smile. "And I'll bring Dynasty Warriors next time, tonight Leona is kicking everyone's ass."

Brittany was pretty sure she was in love.

"I'll pay for the pizza, is extra cheese alright with you?"

Yup, definitely in love.