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Chapter 1

She was never popular. She was always the kid in the back row, the kid to be picked last, the one that everyone made fun of. Her thick black rimmed glasses and braces were the perfect target to be made fun of. Not to mention being the schools only out of the closet lesbian (thank you Finn Hudson)made her the number one target at McKinley high school. And while her crush was pretty much a bitch and only noticed her when she's picking on her or asking her to do her homework, she still couldn't help but yearn for the pretty blonde with beautiful blue eyes and the perfect body. So she does what any normal (or not) person would do, watch the girl of her dreams from the background. Beautiful, she thinks as the object of her affections tilts her head back in laughter. It's been nine years of longing and watching, and yeah it's a little creepy, but she can't help it. So okay, its not just a little crush, she's been in love with Brittany Pierce since the third grade, ever since Brittany pulled on her left pigtail in Mrs. Lennox's class. No matter how Brittany teased and tormented her, she still gets butterflies whenever she even thinks of her. Don't even get started on the way she blushes within ten feet of said was broken out of her gaze by a group of jocks led by their blonde headed leader with a mouth way to large to be considered remotely normal.

"Aww how sweet, Lespez is still pinning over my girl. Get over it loser, you can never have her, she's mine and not to mention, way out of your league." The smack of the icy beverage hitting her face wasn't nearly as bad as the sting of it in her brunette glared at the back of the jock's head as he headed over to the group of Cheerios, wrapping his arm around Brittany's shoulder. She managed to wipe off enough of the slushy to see through here glasses as she headed to the girls' bathroom to clean up. She could still hear the laughter of the jocks and cheerios from outside. And as soon as she was able to wipe off as much of the slushy (and tears – that she would never willingly admit) as she could she headed towards English. She tried to hold in a blush when all eyes landed on her as she tried to discretely maneuver her way to her usual seat in the back.

"Ah Ms. Lopez, being late is starting to become a habit, but you're just in time we're about to start our presentations, since you're already up here, why don't you go ahead and go first." Santana grimaces, remembering her assignment that was still sitting on her desk at home. She had forgot to stuff it in her backpack being in a rush to get to school. She didn't want to miss her five minutes of watching Brittany before class.

"I, um, I actually don't have it sir." She says looking down.

"Shame. Looks like you'll be writing that ten-page essay instead. Take a seat." Did she mention how much she hates this school? Mr. Gates was a complete asshole. She's pretty sure most of the meathead football players and bimbos on the Cheerios didn't even attempt to do the assignment, but none of them would have to write a freaking essay.

A few snickers around the classroom are heard from the more popular kids as she headed towards the back of the room. She looked up to see her usual seat taken by Artie Abrams who mouthed 'I'm sorry' for taking her seat, and she could see why, the only seat left available was next to Brittany. And every nerd/geek/loser feared her. And even though Santana was in love with the girl, she didn't want to be sitting next to her. Maybe it was because she couldn't put a sentence together whenever the other girl was near or the fact that she couldn't do anything but act like a complete uncoordinated idiot around her. Taking a deep breath, she went to take the open seat next to Brittany, but instead of her butt hitting the uncomfortable school chairs, she found herself falling straight towards the ground. The whole class erupted into laughter, minus the one or two gleeks who knew what it felt like to be publicly humiliated. Her whole face felt like it was on fire as she glanced up to find Brittany laughing at the prank she pulled.

"Be careful Nerdtana, the chairs tend to move around here." Brittany says doing nothing but adding fuel to the fire. Mr. Gates even has the audacity to laugh before actually saying something.

"That's enough Santana, get up and get seated so I can continue on with my lesson." Seriously, like it's her fault. Santana scrambled up, seating herself in her chair before she could lose it again and scooted in towards the table. Taking a peek towards her crush, she finds the blonde still chuckling lightly as she scoots as far away from her as possible. Today's going to be a long day.

"Hey, I heard what happened today, are you okay?" Santana's second and only other favorite blonde in the school comes up greeting her with a hug before they both headed to the lunchroom.

"I'm fine Quinnie, just another day. I got to sit next to Brittany today though." Quinn scoffed at the nickname and the lovesick look on her best friend's face.

"Yeah and I also heard that she was the one who pushed your chair out from under you. I still don't understand how you can be in love with her, all she's ever done is make our lives a living hell." Quinn takes the seat next to Santana at their lunch table, which was conveniently next to the biggest trashcan in the cafeteria, pulling out her packed lunch waiting for Santana to do the same. "Where's your lunch?" She asks when the brunette didn't make a move to reach for her own lunch. The blonde rolls her eyes when she sees the sheepish look on her friends face. "Seriously San?"

The brunette shrugs her shoulders. "I was in a hurry."

"To creepily watch the bitch who has been giving you a hard time since, I don't know, forever."

"Don't talk about her like that!" Santana snaps with glare. Quinn glares right back causing the brunette to sigh. "Look, I'm sorry Q, I just,. I don't know why I'm in love with her, I just am and I can't control it. I know she'll never be into me like that and that she doesn't give a rat's ass about me, but I care about her and I cant stop." The brunette says dejectedly. The blonde's face softens at the look on Santana's face.

"Okay, okay. You can have some of my lunch, just stop with the face, you look like someone just burnt your Pokémon cards and I can't handle that. I just don't like how she treats you, heck how she treats everyone, like shit. You're my best friend S and I guess if you're so into her there must be something good about her. Just, I don't know, stop acting like her little lap dog, I mean seriously, you're still doing her homework for her." Santana shrugs again like it was no big deal.

"Thanks Q, you're the best friend ever." Santana says with a smile pulling her into a hug.

"I'm your only friend." Quinn says dryly hugging the girl back. She really has no room to talk though since really, Santana was her only friend as well since kindergarten. The name Lucy Caboosey never wore off, no matter how many pounds she had shed since then.

"My oh my, look at the lovebirds. You know, even if you two are geeks, I'd never refuse the invite for a threesome." Noah Puckerman the dirtiest guy in school, who happened to be the second most popular guy at the school, wiggles his eyebrows at the two girls teasingly. Receiving scowls from the girls made no difference.

"Fuck off Puckerman." Santana says sticking her middle finger up at him when out of nowhere a half eaten sandwich and some chocolate milk lands an inch in front of her and Quinn, some of the food splattering onto their shirts.

"Oops looks like I missed." Sam smirks as he walks up to Puck, fingers interlocked with Brittany, with Finn, Rachel, and the rest of his crew, all laughing at the girls.

"Puck were you trying to have all the fun without us?" Rachel laughs haughtily. "Lucy, long time no see, but it looks like you've gained a few pounds, you might want to watch it. You're heading back into the whale category." They all laugh again, Quinn's head to the ground, as Santana glares at all of them – except Brittany of course. Quinn's always was worried about her looks ever since junior high when people started calling her Lucy Caboosey. She became bulimic for a while and had to see a psychiatrist for a while. Then she worked really hard to get where she's at now and Santana didn't take lightly to that. They could make fun of her all they wanted, but when it came to her only friend, she would defend her.

"Shut it manhands. How's trying to find your lost family of Tucan's going? You'd figure they'd be able to spot that beak of yours even from way up in the sky." Rachel looked like she was about to slap her. The brunette wasn't one for fighting, but Rachel had taken it too far.

"So she speaks. Here I though Brittany trained you well enough to know when to not talk back." Finn says getting into Santana's face, standing up for his girl. Santana looked over to Brittany, looking eyes for a second before the blonde looked away. It was stupid of her to even hope that the blonde would say or do something. She could feel Quinn pulling on her baggy sweater, basically telling her to just leave it alone. So Santana stood and grabbed all their stuff to head out of the cafeteria.

"That's what I thought Lespez. You and your girlfriend have fun in the library where you guys belong." Finn says. The girls were already a few feet away from their table when Sam called out.

"Hey, you two forgot something." As soon as Santana and Quinn turned around, they were greeted by slushies. "Bye losers!" They all laugh as Brittany and Rachel purposely bumped into Santana and Quinn to head back to their table, laughing it up.