Notes:This has been stuck in my head for a while. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own these characters. These characters belong to the writers of Glee.

It's been two weeks since I moved out of Lima Heights Adjacent and into the house of my mom's fiancée. I miss my old house but the new one I'm living in is a lot nicer than the one in my old town. Russell is an okay guy. He's been kissing my ass since I moved in which was cool at first and now it's just fucking annoying. What else is annoying? HIS DAUGHTER. It's been two years since our parents started dating and I never got around to liking her. I seriously can't stand the Barbie. What makes it worse is that I now have to go to the same school she goes to. Barf. If dealing with her at home and school wasn't enough, I also have to deal with her queerleader friends that are always over. On the plus side, a few of them are pretty damn hot but I wouldn't let her know that.

I heard the muffled sound of talking and laughing in the living room which woke me up from a sound sleep. I rolled over and took a peak at the clock. 11:19 A.M. I groaned loudly and rubbed my eyes. What the actual fuck? Who even gets up that early anymore? Especially on the last day of summer vacation! The giggling continued and I could hear my soon-to-be step-sister's high pitched voice. It was like nails on a chalkboard. After fifteen minutes the annoying sound of Quinn and her friend's didn't die down, I angrily got out of bed not caring that I was in a tank top and my underwear. I flung open my door and stomped into the living room.

"What the hell Quinn, shut your pie-hole. Some people are trying to freakin sleep." I snapped.

"Good morning to you too, Santana. I'm well thank you." She looked at me like I had two heads or something. "Maybe you shouldn't be sneaking out in the middle of the night and actually sleep like a normal person does you wouldn't be such a bear all the damn time." She shrugged and looked at her friend with similar blonde hair as her, the girl was smiling. They were both wearing William McKinley High School cheerleading shirts and shorts; I'm assuming they had practice this morning.

"Hi, I'm Brittany S. Peirce. You must be Santana, Quinn's new sister." The voice was soft and sweet. She was smiling bigger than she was a few seconds ago.

"Step Sister." Quinn and I said in unison. "And not yet." The blonde from hell added.

"Unfortunately." I said as I rolled my eyes. "Although, I'm so glad I don't share the same DNA as her. If I did, I would kill myself." I gave a devious smirk to the girl who still had a stupid smile plastered on her face. Her non-stop smiling was seriously annoying. "Now shut your mouths afore's I endz you."

"Why are you such a bitch all the time?" Quinn asked firmly.

"Why are you still breathing?" I glared at her, I'm pretty sure my eyes were darker than before and I could feel my blood starting to boil. Who does she think she is? Talking back to Santana Isabella Lopez! Pfft, this bitch is about to get a plate full of feisty Latina.

"Why does Lord Tubbington continue to do cocaine?" Brittany interjected.

I shot the girl a confused look. Who the fuck is Lord Tubbington?

"Brittany, sweetie, your cat doesn't do cocaine." Quinn said calmly.

I burst out laughing. CAT? What the hell is this girl on?

"Yes he does! I found white powder right by my journal! He likes to do lines and read my diary."

"Are you sure that it's your cat and not you?" I snickered and started walking back into my room. "Keep it down Paris and Nicole or I will go all Lima Heights."

When I got back into bed, I didn't hear them again. It's a good thing too because I was literally about to open a can of snix juice. (Snix takes over my body when I get really pissed. It's pretty much impossible to stop her. She's like the hulk except hotter and sports a vagina instead of a penis.)

After tossing and turning for a good hour, I decided to give up on sleeping. I found my phone and went through my contacts, I found the person I was looking for:

To: Audrey Rivera 12:33pm

Hey A, come over. I miss you. Xoxo

I showered then started to get dressed, I pulled out my favorite outfit: A black and grey Macy's sweetheart peplum dress from the material girl clothing line. It fit my curves in all the right places and made my boobs look awesome. I searched my closet for my Steven Madden boots that matched with the dress; I didn't put them on though because Russell bitches when I walk through the house with my shoes on. Finally I did my makeup to match and left my hair down and wet. It was going to get messed up anyways; Audrey was a hair puller. I checked my phone again after I was ready and saw that Audrey had text me back a few minutes ago.

From: Audrey Rivera 1:15pm

On my way. Xxxx

Everyone from my old school continues to think that Audrey and I are dating. I don't do relationships. However, we had something worked out to our advantage. Sex is not dating as far as I'm concerned.

I walked out to the living room to find Quinn and that dork, whatever her name is, watching some stupid cheerleading movie.

"2, 4, 6, 8 Quinn likes to masturbate." I shouted and clapped my hands along with my words before plopping on the couch as far away from Quinn as possible.

I heard her friend trying to hold in her laugh. Quinn just glared at me.

"Aw, is that a sore subject Quinnie? I'm sorry that the only action you get is your left hand." I grinned at her.

"That's not true!" the blonde friend of Quinn said excitedly. "She sle-"

"Brittany." Quinn warned cutting her off from her sentence. AHH that was the girl's name.

"Wanky." I chuckled looking at Brittany who was sitting cross-legged on the floor. "You two are totally dating. I never thought you were pussy muncher tubbers."

"One: EW. Two: Brittany and I are not dating." She rolled her eyes at me. "Now will you shut the hell up, we are trying to watch this."

"Whatever Lucy." Damn, I was on a roll today.

"I told you not to call me that Santana." She gritted her teeth.

My head was forming some type of insult but I felt a pair of eyes on me. They seemed to roam all over my body, stopping at my tits and caramel skinned smooth legs. It was extremely distracting. "Hey Paris, will you tell Nicole to stop ogling my goodies? It's creeping me out."

Brittany blushed and looked away almost immediately. I don't think she knew that I knew she was staring. She was kind of cute when she blushed. Lopez, stop. She's just another queerleader robot.

"Brittany, are you gay?" Quinn asked bluntly.

"Wa-n-o-uh-no! I'm dating Dave." The blonde looked anywhere but at Quinn.

This is some awesome shit you've stumbled upon Lopez. I'm keeping this dirt for future use: Brittany is totally a closet lesbian.

Quinn was saying something to Brittany that I didn't catch because there was a knock at the door. I quickly got up and walked the few steps to the door and swung it open. I was greeted with a pair of lips. I smiled and kissed Audrey back. I felt her hands gripping my ass and a small pool of wetness settled between my legs. My tongue danced around hers, I could taste her mint gum.

"You have a room use it Satan. I don't want to see you swapping spit with your booty call." A high-pitched voice stated.

I ignored her and bit down on Audrey's bottom lip. It's not like I didn't want to take Audrey in my room and fuck her senseless but I wanted to bug the hell out of Quinn first. I pushed Audrey up against the door, which caused it to slam. I gripped each of her boobs in my hands squeezing them. A small groan rang through my ears and it caused me to smile into the kiss.

Audrey was taller than I was but she had the same slim figure as me and the same skin tone. Her hair was a lot shorter than mine and it was a bit lighter than my dark locks.

"esa chica se nos mira" (That girl is watching us.) She whispered into my ear.

I quickly looked and spotted Brittany, who turned to look away as soon as her eyes met mine. "debemos darle un buen espectáculo." (We should give her a good show) I whispered into the nape of her neck placing small gentle kisses against her skin in between words. I could definitely feel eyes on me again. I'm guessing they belonged to a certain blonde with blue eyes.

I began to suck vigorously on Audrey's pulse point but was interrupted when smack; something hit my back.

"Get a fucking room Santana." Quinn barked.

I looked down and found a pillow that just hit me. "I'm in a room Barbie." I smiled and dragged Audrey to the couch Quinn was on. I pushed the other Latina down, straddling her waist. I found her lips once again she kissed back but after a moment she stopped me.

"Prefiero no hacer esto aquí mismo Santana." (I'd rather not do this here Santana)Her dark eyes met mine and I just nodded and sat next to her wrapping my arms around her.

"así que deberíamos ir a mi habitación, entonces?" (So we should go to my room then?)

"todavía no." (Not yet) She replied sweetly. I hate it when she did this, doesn't she know that I hate hanging out I just want to get it in with her fine piece of Latina ass?

"Is this Bring it on?" She asked looking at Quinn. Her Spanish accent was heavier than mine; in-fact mine was pretty much gone unless I was speaking Spanish.

"Sure is." Quinn smiled. "Do you cheer?" Great, they are bonding; just what I need.

"No but I'm a gymnast." She replied. "Audrey Rivera." She extended her hand to Quinn which just caused me to roll my eyes.

"You don't have to be nice to her A, she's a fake bitch." I said, annoyed. Didn't she come over here to fuck me? I'm really freaking horny.

"Don't you ever get sick of insulting people Santana?" Quinn asked in the same annoyed voice I had just a few seconds ago.

"Nope can't say that I do." I smiled brightly just to piss her off. The thing is, I really didn't get sick of insulting people: especially her.

The two began talking about cheerleading and gymnastics, it quickly annoyed me more and more. I got up and walked into the kitchen opening the refrigerator, grabbing one of Russell's beers. There was at least a twelve pack left, so surely he wouldn't know if I took one. I tapped the top to make sure the liquid didn't ooze out of it, and then I opened the can chugging down half of it.

"Can I have some?"

"Of me or the beer?" I asked in my I-want-to-fuck-you-senseless voice. I turned around to find a porcelain skinned blonde. "Oh, sorry. You sounded like Audrey when she does her American accent." I handed Brittany the can. "Knock yourself out Nicole."

"I think you are confused. My name is Brittany." She said before taking a swig from the can.

"Listen, I know that you are one of Quinn's robots and most of them lack common sense but can you at least learn how to take sarcasm?"

"Quinn is a robot? A robot tried replacing my brain with metal once…"

"They obviously succeeded." I muttered.

She handed me back my beer, her hand softly grazed over mine. I felt tingles shoot through my entire body. I shuddered and looked away from her piercing blue eyes and cleared my throat. I had never experienced that from touching someone. What the hell is going on?

"So, why do you hate Quinn so much?" Brittany sat on the counter edge, putting her hands in her lap. She was actually really beautiful when you look past the whole cheerleading thing. I don't know what it was but I wouldn't mind getting a piece from her…ugh stop it Lopez!

"It's complicated." I responded. I've been nothing but rude to her, why is she talking to me?

"I find math complicated. Seven, eight, nine? Why does seven eat nine? If seven was hungry why didn't he just get a burrito?" She shrugged and looked at me. Her eyes seemed to be searching for an answer.

"Maybe seven is a man-eater like Quinn…" I smirked and took a sip from my can.

"I find cabbage disgusting." She said in the most serious voice I've ever heard.

I looked at her questioningly trying to figure out what she meant. After a few seconds what she was trying to say clicked. "Do you mean cannibalism is disgusting?"

She nodded. "Sorry I get confused and words come out all messed up. I'm dyslexic."

"It's okay." I patted her leg. Tingles shot up my arm just from the split second my hand was on her leg. It felt like, when your leg falls sleep and you lose all feeling in it until you move it around. My entire body felt like that. I was starting to get way too comfortable with Quinn's friend which was not okay so I decided to flee the scene as soon as possible. "Audrey get your Latina ass over here, I wanna smoke!" I shouted from the kitchen. A few seconds later she appeared with Quinn.

"No puedo (I cannot) Santana, gymnastics." The other Latina frowned and looked at Brittany like she was silently asking for privacy.

Quinn must have got the hint because she looked at Brittany. "Britt, we have to get back to the school, we have our second practice of the day in an hour."

"Thanks for the drink Santana." She smiled winking at me hopping off of the counter.

"What drink?" Quinn asked, obviously thrown off guard by the statement.

I winked lifting the beer can shaking it at Quinn who huffed in return. Brittany grabbed her arm dragging her down the hall. "Come on Q." I heard the blonde say in the distance.

As soon as the door shut, Audrey looked at me with an expression I couldn't quite read. It was extremely awkward.

"So why don't you sit your pretty little ass up on this counter top and let me fuck you right here?" I asked in my best sultry voice.

"Look Santana, I'm not the same girl I was a few months ago." Audrey looked at me; her eyes were dark with sadness. "That's actually why I decided to come over here in the first place."

I crossed my arms listening to her. I hated being rejected. I mean who would reject me? I'm frickin hot and I have a nice body with a fabulous ass and tits. Usually, when a girl tries to talk to me like this instead of shoving her tongue down my throat, it's never good. It's one of two things: either she backs out of our agreement because she found herself a girlfriend or she wants more than the agreement.

"The last time we saw each other, that night…" she paused to see if I remembered and I nodded. Where the hell was this coming from?

She continued slowly "I can't afford to lose gymnastics and if that means quitting what I was doing before so be it." Her eyes looking in different directions every second like I was repulsive to look at. Who do I look like? Rachel frickin Berry? Okay for one, I was taller than her, I don't have man hands, or a mustache so clearly I'm not repulsive to look at. Can I just say that that girl was like a fish out of water at LHA High School…she was some geek that sang show tunes in between classes which cause her to receive a swirly or a dumpster toss by the end of the day. She eventually transferred out of Lima Heights Adjacent. Many ridiculous rumors were spread due to her transfer. Most of them were started by me, but whatever people believed them.

"I didn't ask you to take the fall for me." I finally said staring at her.

"I took the fall for you, because… I love you." She replied. I felt my stomach turn, and not in a good way. I was going to say something but she continued. "I can't believe you don't see how much I care about you. God Santana, I've been in love with you since last year. At first I was willing to take anything I could get from you, even if it was just fulfilling your needs or going to stupid parties that I had no interest in being at. But that isn't enough for me anymore. I even risked my gymnastic scholarship to be with you. I was never into smoking or drinking but I did it because I wanted you notice me."

I bit my lip trying to find the right words to say, but as usual my walls went up and I said the first thing that came into my head. "I'm sorry you got so confused and actually thought that I wanted more than our agreement. From the start I told you I don't do relationships."

I saw the girl tense up, her body began to shake and I could tell she was holding back tears. I heard her swearing at me in Spanish but I just stood there. Then out of nowhere, I felt a pair of soft lips against mine, it caught me by surprise but I instantly kissed back.

"Tell me that you didn't feel anything just then and I'll leave you alone. But I refuse to be your play thing Santana. I want it all or nothing." I never seen her so fierce; it was kind of hot but I didn't feel anything from that kiss other than extremely turned on. I stood frozen looking around the room, I didn't say a word. I didn't know what to say.

"It is all finally clear to me Santana; all you do is use people and make them feel like they're nothing but dirt under your shoes. You have no idea how to treat people with respect and you don't care about anyone but yourself. You can go call one of the other girls you have on speed dial and play around with one of them because I refuse to let you treat me like shit any longer." She stormed out of the kitchen and down the hall. I didn't move until I heard the door slam.

I spent the rest of the night in my room watching MTV ignoring the world. I even refused my favorite dinner: chicken and cheese tamales. I guess what she said hit a nerve. It's not like I didn't know how to respect people…I just don't get too close to anyone. They will turn out to disappoint you in the end, so what was the point? The more I thought about what she said, the more it pissed me off. Who the hell does she think she is? I told her from the start that relationships aren't my thing and that I only make agreements. She said she understood, clearly I hit her head against the headboard one to many times…

The next morning Quinn came in and woke me up at 7:30am. Seriously? Doesn't she know that I don't go to school until lunch?

"What the hell Barbie." I took my head out from under my pillow squinting because my light was on. "Are you seriously expecting me to get out of bed right now?"

"School starts in an hour Santana." Once my eyes adjusted to the light I noticed she was already dressed in her red and white uniform which I found completely repulsive. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail with very light makeup on.

"You seriously wear that to school every day?" I asked amused. What the hell was wrong with the world?

"Maybe." She replied simply.

"You look like a deformed candy cane." I informed her.

"You look like a conceded bitch." The smile she was wearing was definitely one of a victor. I couldn't help but laugh. Did she really think that was an insult?

"Aw thanks Barbie. That's how we do it in Lima Heights. Now get the hell out of my room afore'z I slap that smile right off ya face." I knew she wasn't expecting that because she gave me a nasty look.

"Be ready in five minutes or you can walk." She stormed off slamming the door once she was out of my room.

"I'd rather walk than be seen in public with you." I shouted then chuckled silently.

I didn't get out of bed for another five minutes, so Quinn was gone by the time I got in the shower. I searched my closet for something to wear. I grabbed my favorite pair of shorts and tight low cut red shirt that hugged my body in all the right places. My hair was simple, down with long curls that went to the middle of my back. After I applied my makeup which matched my outfit perfectly I went into my room and checked myself in the full length mirror. When I was satisfied with how I looked I grabbed my purse and headed out the door.

It was hot out today, the sun was shining brightly and there were no clouds in sight. I knew I wouldn't be able to have a cigarette until lunch so I took out my pack of smokes and grabbed one. I lit it up and inhaled, blowing out the smoke a few seconds later.

Getting to school only took about ten minutes; I approached the campus and was already annoyed. There was a couple making out, it wasn't even hot…it looked like they were trying to swallow each other's faces. I quickly walked by them and pulled out my schedule looking for my locker number. 469, that is easy enough to remember since that is my favorite sex position. I searched for the 400s and when I found them, there was a group of girls in the same ugly uniform as Quinn had this morning. Oh please no. I counted up until I reached 468, there was a girl standing right in front of my locker. The back of her head looking oddly familiar, then I heard her voice and I knew exactly who it was.

"Move." I crossed my arms. "You are standing in front of my locker."

Quinn turned around looking at me. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me Barbie, get out of my way."

"Listen Santana, I'm going to make something very clear. I may have to be nice to you when my dad is around and I may have to share a house with you; but this is my school and I refuse to let anyone talk to me that way here. In a snap of a finger I could have you dripping in a red slushie so I suggest you be nicer to me." She spat out, her eyes looked darker than I've ever seen them.

Me being the feisty Latina that I am, I wanted to push her buttons and call her bluff. "I'm going to make something very clear." I started in the same tone of voice she had. "I don't want to be in your house more than you want me there. I don't want to have to wake up and see your disgusting queerleader uniform every damn day. I don't want to wake up to your annoying voice, I'd rather be stabbed in my eyeballs than listen to that. Nicer to you? Like that will ever happen. I hate you way too much. Now get out of my way please or I will make you move."

I heard her snap a finger and I looked around, no one stood out to me.

"Nice bluff, Lucy."

"Who is Lucy?" I heard a girl ask, she was looking around chattering to the other cheerios.

"You rang?" A boy with a Mohawk appeared with a bunch of other guys dressed in the same coat as him. One boy was holding a cup; he was a lot bigger than the kid with the Mohawk.

"Take care of her would you?" Quinn said flatly.

A red sticky substance was thrown directly into my face, my eyes began burning instantly. "What the fuck?" I began wiping my eyes trying to get slushie syrup from my eyes. When I couldn't see through my eyes, I bawled my left hand in a fist and swung as hard as I could. Bang. I made contact with a metal locker and the worst pain I've ever felt in my life jolted up my arm.

"Now Santana, the lockers haven't done anything to you…yet. Play nicely or they will get their revenge." I heard a bunch of Quinn's friends laughing at me. "I told you not to mess with me Santana. There is way more where what came from. Enjoy." I heard her snicker bumping into me as she passed. I could hear the talking in the hallway die down after Quinn left.

"Don't open your eyes." I heard a voice say. I nodded and felt whoever it was began walking me somewhere. I wasn't one to trust someone so easily but this burning in my eyes was overwhelming and I'd do just about anything to get it to stop.

"It burns." I managed to say, spitting out small chucks of ice that slid down my cheeks and onto my lips. I completely ignored the throbbing in my arm and hand because all my focus was on getting my vision back.

"I know I'm going to help you." The voice said as I heard a door open. A few steps later I heard running water. "Cup your hands together then splash it on your face. I'm going to get you some clothes."

I did what I was told and began splashing water all over my face. I rubbed my eyes and tried opening them; I instantly wanted to scream from the pain that was increasing in my eyeballs. I slammed them shut again and continued to splash water against my face. After a few minutes of repeating my steps I opened my eyes again. My vision was blurry but the stinging had stopped. I grabbed a bunch of paper towels dabbing my face dry.

"Where is she?" A familiar voice asked.

"Over by the sink." The voice that told me not to open my eyes was back again.

"Santana, don't use paper towels, use this." I immediately remembered who the voice belonged to. I found the blurry silhouette of Brittany, she handed me a regular towel. "Who did this to her Puck?" Brittany demanded. Puck? What the hell kind of name was that?

"Um…." I could tell he was hesitant to tell her. "Karofsky on Quinn's order." He replied.

My vision was starting to clear up and I could see the boy, he was hard to miss since he had a ridiculous Mohawk. He was standing next to the boy who slushied me.

"Why does she continue to do this? It pisses me off and why is he doing her dirty work?!" I could tell the blonde was angry because she was pacing. "Santana I'm so sorry. I'm going to get you some extra clothes and you can take a shower in the Cheerio's locker room."

"Can I watch?" Puck smirked.

"Listen jewhawk, I'm the biggest lesbian you will ever meet so shut those grimy little lips of yours because there is no way in hell that you are gonna get any of this." I heard Brittany chuckle and Puck looked down in defeat.

"Blondie, I'm fine. I don't need your clothes. Screw this place. I'm outta here." I quickly left the bathroom after grabbing my purse and walked out the doors I came in.

"Wait up." I heard someone call from behind me. I ignored whoever it was and began walking faster.

"Santana." My arm was grabbed. Tingles. I knew exactly who it was right after her skin touched mine, so I turned around.

"What do you want blondie? I've got someplace I need to be." I barked.

"You do have someplace to be: school. Don't let Quinn win Santana. It's what she wants; she wants you out of the school. The only way to win is if you stay." I wasn't sure why she was helping me, I was nothing but rude to her the past few days.

"Thanks for the advice but I'm not aboutz to listen to someone who thinks her cat does cocaine." I looked down at my outfit. "Besides, I have nothing to wear."

"I have something you can wear." She took her backpack off her back and unzipped the top pouch. She pulled out a pair of cheerio shorts and a red and white tank top. I couldn't help but laugh. Did she expect me to wear these?

"Thanks but no thanks Nicole. You won't see me wearing anything having to do with Quinn's stupid Cheerios." I turned on my heel and began walking back towards the Fabray household.

"It's better than nothing." She muttered to me, I could tell she was pouting.

I stopped and turned around looking at Brittany. "Look maybe I wasn't clear enough for you Blondie. I do not need your help. I've been taking care of myself for years, I can handle it. Honestly, I'd go to school naked before I put anything on with a Cheerio label."

"Why do you hate cheerleading so much?" Brittany asked curiously.

"Because I…just do okay? Why do you care anyways? Shouldn't you be worshiping the ground Quinn walks on instead of following me?" I began walking again.

"I was just being friendly Santana. You should try it sometime." She called out as I gained distance away from her.

I knew after she said that she went back into the school because I didn't feel a pair of eyes on me. I arrived home ten minutes later; I kicked off my shoes before walking into my bedroom looking for something else to wear. I found my favorite white long sleeve floral print see-through lace shirt; I removed my dirty clothes and put them in the laundry room. I took a quick shower to rid my body and hair of any stickiness and left over slushie. Once back in my room I put on a plain white tank top and added the lace shirt over it. I topped it off with a white jacket and a new pair of jean shorts. Even though I didn't admit it, Brittany was right I couldn't let Quinn win.

I got back to school just after first period. I entered the classroom, 2430: English. I spotted a few of the Cheerio's whispering and laughing as they looked at me from the back of the classroom. I found a pair of blue eyes in the corner across from the other Cheerio's. Great now I get to deal with her here too.

I looked around trying to find a seat, I saw two: One was right next to Brittany and the other was next to some girl in stockings and a long plaid skirt with some dumb sweater. Wait? What? It couldn't be…

"No fucking way." I spat out, that caught the girl's attention.

"Santana?" A frightened Rachel Berry looked up at me.

I hope you liked the first chapter to You Set a Fire in my Heart, review and let me know if I should continue!