Hi everyone! This is my first attempt at fanfiction so don't send me to the slaughter please (hiding in a corner).

I just got really inspired today thinking about Santana's side of things during the first episode back. This started off being her side of things when she got kicked off but much like Santana, the story took control and made me its bitch. So this is my take on her motives in 3.01. I'm just writing on the spot so don't mind spelling and grammatical errors (I've never been good with those).

I don't know if I'll continue it so let me know if you guys want me too! Please and thanks :) If I do then there could be some Faberry and Faberritana friendship in the future.

Anyways enjoy!

P.S. - I totally don't own anything that pertains to Ryan Murphy and Fox's television glee, if I did Faberritana would exist and live happily ever after in New York where Brittana and Faberry could legally get married and Finn would be FOREVER ALONE. (that said those are just my personal opinions… please don't hurt me)

**chapter now edited somewhat.***

This Was Supposed to Be Our Year

Part 1 - Welcome Back Bitches

'This is going to be our year,' thought Santana as she sauntered through the halls of McKinely High. It was only halfway through lunch and the freshies already parted like the fricking Red Sea. Santana smirked, 'It's good to be back.'

This was their year. Their last year, to be more exact, in the hell that was Lima, Ohio. Then Britts and her could finally get out and be… free.

They were one step closer to just being able to be who they were, without the worry and the fear that someone out there would just take one look at her and know that she liked chicks more than dicks. Santana felt a shiver as the fear slowly crept up on her again. She shook her head in an effort to rid herself of the "closet thoughts" and continued the traditional HBIC strut down the halls.

No this was the year she could have it all; Cheerios, glee, the Unholy Trinity… and Brittany. As the image of the bubbly blonde popped into her mind the menacing smirk on Santana's face diminished a bit. Their lunch date went well despite being interrupted by Jewfro and his increasingly disturbing Glee obsessed video blog. Who the hell doesn't know that Paula Abdul is the fricking queen of Latinas? Even if she wasn't who does the creep think he is correcting her? Santana willed herself to stop thinking about Creepy Jewfro Ben GobacktoIsreal and thought back to her lunch date. Brittany argued that eating in the cafeteria should not count as a date but they totally sneaked in some sweet lady kisses in the broom closet after they left the cafeteria… and Santana took whatever she could get. In her humble opinion she got to give and take a hell of a lot in that closet.

A glimpse of hot pink hair distracted Santana from her increasingly dirty thoughts and she frowned. After all the plan for the new year called for the Unholy Trinity. And how can they have an Unholy Trinity without the third sinfully hot bitch? Even if she looked like Fruit Gusher's new flavor - Crack Whore Pink. Like hello? Gaydar alert. If the new look didn't set it off, the gay tattoo of Ryan Fricking Seacrest would do it. That was a blackmail for another day though.

All she had to do was remind Quinn about their friendship, the Cheerios, the WMHS Cheerios uniform they donned everyday and the benefits that the battle armor brought them. It wouldn't matter if they were in New Directions, there wouldn't be any dirt in their lockers or slushies in their faces. With the good old red and white skirts they were fearless, invincible, and totally hot.

Quinn just needed to remember that.

She also needed to be reminded of the benefits of soap but Santana shrugged and figured they could take it one step at a time. They were going to be the top hoes this year, she could guarantee it.

With a renewed sense of empowerment Santana turned the corner just in time to see Hudson get the first glee slushee facial of the year.

"HEY! Taste the rainbow GLEEOTCH!"

And suddenly like the blueberry slushie's ice pieces that hit the jolly blue giant and slithered down his clothes, Santana felt the fear slip back.

So much for invincibility.