So this is my first story ever and I'm not quite sure where it's going but feel free to comment on it.
Chapter 1
Santana Lopez is standing at her locker picking around with stuff in it, not really knowing what to do. She is already in her Cheerios uniform, as she's worn it all day, and there's still 10 minutes until practice starts. She's bored and considering torturing someone for the hell of it, but there's only Cheerios in the locker room and she can't stand having one of them still weeping at the beginning of practice. She also knows Quinn, newly apppointed captain of the Cheerios and her friend, or Coach Sylvester will punish her if that happens.
She sighs and closes her locker when she notices someone to her right. She's new. The girl is in a Cheerios uniform, has her blonde hair up in the strict ponytail Coach makes all the girls wear and has a red towel thrown around her shoulders. She notices Santana looking at her and gives her a sweet smile, before taking a sip from her Cheerios waterbottle. Santana is usually not the kind of person who smiles at anyone, maybe with the exception of Quinn. Especially someone she doesn't even know. She hesitates, but there's something about this girl's innocent smile that makes the latina return the smile after a few seconds. And the smile is actually genuine for once, not like the once she usually gives people. The blonde closes her locker, throws the towel in a basket, gives Santana one last look over her shoulder and walks out of the locker room. Santana shakes her head slightly, goes to the bathroom to refill her bottle and walks out onto the field.
The Cheerios have all gathered in little groups in the end of the field, stretching and warming up, waiting for their captain. Coach Sylvester is standing on the bleachers above them, arms crossed and megaphone in hand. She nods at Santana, since she is one of Coachs's favorites, but doesn't smile. The new girl is stretching alone a few metres away from the other girls. As Santana watches the blonde suddenly stretches out her legs and descends into the splits like she does it all the time. Santana stops, arms crossed and looks at her. Their eyes meet and the latina raises her eyebrows in approval. The blonde gives her a bright smile and easily jumps up into standing position.
"Q!" Coach Sylvester suddenly yells in her megaphone and everyone jumps, turning their heads to the entrance of the locker rooms. Surely enough, two seconds later Quinn Fabray is sprinting out onto the field like her life depended on it and skids to a halt in front of the bleachers.
"I'm sorry Coach, it won't happen again, mr. Shueshter wouldn't let me leave from Spanish until I had turned in this stupid essay and..."
Santana smirks behind her. She can't help but to gloat a little seeing Quinn in such a desperate state. She glances over at the new girl who looks slightly shocked and feels the urge to tell her that you don't mess with Coach Sue, but she stops herself. The girl can figure that out on her own, it's not Santana's problem. Quinn is now jogging up to them, refusing to meet Santana's gaze, as she knows the latina will mock her in silence.
"Okay girls, we're ready to start. First I just wanna introduce Brittany, she's new here but she seems pretty talented so this could be good" Quinn says and quickly gestures toward the blonde. "Okay let's start."
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After practice Santana is standing at her locker again. The new girl had been pretty awesome. She was really limber and her dance moves were so good Quinn had picked up on this and immediatley put her in the front row during the routine. She is snapped out of her thoughts by the new girl talking to her.
"Do you know what time it is?"she asks.
"There's a clock right behind you, you could just check for yourself", Santana says, viciously. She is surprised she regrets the tone and blurts out a qucik "sorry" before she can stop herself. Did she really just tell the girl she was sorry? What was up with her today? She's Santana Freaking Lopez, she doesn't apologize! The blonde doesn't seem to care about Santana's tone though.
"I can't read the time", she says in a matter-of-factly voice.
"You can't read the time?" Santana bites back a laughter. Then she stops and wonders why she actually bit it back. Normally she would've just laughed the girl in the face but something stops her. Santana's confused but then realizes that the blonde in front of her is still waiting for an answer. She glances at the clock.
"It's 4.30" she says.
"Oh wow then I gotta go. Lord Tubbington will be mad at me if he doesn't get his food soon. He will lock himsef in the bathroom like the last time." Up until the last sentence Santana thinks she's talking about a pet but once again the blonde has her confused.
"I'm Brittany by the way", the blonde says and slams her locker shut.
"Santana."
"Well Santana...", Brittany says and starts walking to the exit. As she passes Santana, brushing her light shoulder lightly against the darker one she finishes: "I'll see you tomorrow."
Santana stays frozen for a couple of seconds after the girl has left. Brittany seems really odd but there is something there that Santana likes, and although she has never felt this way before, she has a feeling they might become friends. Well, as much friends as Santana could ever be with someone without ruining her own image of course. She smirks at no one in particular and leaves the locker room.