Hi George, that's your name now. My name is Brittany S. Pierce. You are a journal that I got from my mom. She said you were a diary, but I think you have more of a journal feel. She also told me that when I get frustrated, or just want to talk, that I could come to you, tell you my problems, and you wouldn't judge me like everyone else.
I guess I should tell you a little about myself so you know what to expect when I come to you.
I'm a senior and I go to McKinley High School. Where if you're not on top, try your best to stay in the middle. I wish I had the choice to stay in the middle, but it's hopeless. Ever since this incident where I was pantsed and everyone saw what I had down stairs, it's a penis just in case you couldn't understand the analogy George, my life has sucked. That was back when I was in the 5th grade.
The world can be a cold, cruel, place- or at least this small town can be anyway. I hate it here! The minute your business comes to light everyone know about it the next day. Everyone thought I was a boy or they called me a freak. Thank God I had Santana there to cheer me up a little.
I'm going into my seventh year of torment, and then after that I'm going to UCLA on a possible dance scholarship. I was thinking about going to Juilliard, but one day while I was walking to class, I heard one of the teachers talking about LA. From what I gather from that conversation is that no one judges you there. Even if I don't get into the college I'll still go. No one, except for my mom and the guidance counselor, knows of my plans to move there.
I should tell you about Santana. I could probably fill you up with all my thoughts about Santana and it wouldn't have scratched the surface of everything I knew about her, so I'll summarize it for you.
Santana Lopez is the classic definition of a Bitch. Her words, not mine. Well I use to think she wasn't one until the middle of our junior year. She is also the definition of beauty, this time they were my words and hers. We have been best friends since she moved to Lima, one year after the incident. We were starting middle school now.
A young Brittany was in one of the bathroom stalls crying, in the least active part of the school, when she heard someone come in. She quickly tried to stop crying, but couldn't help the hiccups that came out. She thought one of the kids that were making fun of her followed her into the restroom. Still in an effort to stay quiet, she couldn't help but to let out a choked sob. The sound of footsteps coming closer brought her out of thoughts.
Brittany held her breath when she saw that they had stopped in front of her stall.
"Hey!" A voice yelled, which caused Brittany to jump, followed by some knocking on the door, "Come out here."
"P-Please…leave m-me alone", Brittany replied in a broken voice as more tears ran down her face.
"Are you okay?" The voice asked in a softer more concerned. Hearing no response, the voice came to the conclusion that she needed an adult, "Wait, I'll go get a teacher."
Brittany quickly opened the door just in time to catch the hand of the voice, who turned out to be a small Latina with long black hair, "No, you don't have to. They already know where I am if they need me." She practically screamed.
The Latina stood there stunned by the person holding onto her and turned to face them, "You don't have to worry kid, I won't." The Latina watched as the blonde let go of her and began her way back to the stall, "How come you're going back in there?"
"It's the only place in this school where I know that no students pass…well until you showed up." The blonde explain, "This is like my safe place."
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean by…" She trailed off when she noticed that she has never seen this girl before. "You're not from here, are you?"
The Latina shook her head," I moved here a few days ago. The name's Santana Lopez and you can wear it out because I like when people say my name." She concluded.
Brittany a small smile on her face after Santana's introduction, "I like your name Santana. It's very pretty like you."
Santana had the faintest tint of red on her cheeks after hearing Brittany's comment," Well aren't you going to tell me your name?" She asked slightly embarrassed.
"It's Brittany."
"Okay Brittany, will you be a good friend help me find my classes? This school is like a freaking maze or something" Santana asked digging into her pocket to get her schedule.
"You're my friend?"
"Yeah." Santana confirmed slightly confused. "Why do you sound so surprised?" She asked hand her the schedule.
"No reason." She looked down at the schedule and smiled, "We have the same classes."
"That's good, come on let's go." Santana made her way to the door when she noticed Brittany wasn't following. "Brittany what's wrong?"
She hesitates considering if she should tell Santana or not, "It's just that there was a reason I was in here in the first place." She paused for a bit," The kids, they all make fun of me and I couldn't take it."
Santana came up to Brittany and took her hand in hers, "Don't worry about what they say and if they make you sad, then I'll take care of them." She said smiling and pulling Brittany with her, "I promise." Brittany returned the smile and followed her out.
Brittany showed the way to the class they were supposed to be in, which was History. When they got to the door, Brittany seemed hesitant to go in, but with a reassuring squeeze from Santana, before she let go of her hand, she opened the door and met with stares that made her uncomfortable.
Santana, sensing Brittany's discomfort got annoyed," Why is everyone looking at us like they have never seen anyone walk through a door before!" After a few moments of silence she looked around and saw two empty desks in the back corner. She gets Brittany's attention and points to the desks.
They made their way to their sit and it wasn't even a second after they sat down when a boy with a Mohawk turned to Brittany. "Hey Brian." He mocked, "What took you so long to get to class?" Brittany put her head down on the desk. "Hey freak I asked you a question!"
She kept her head down trying to keep from crying. "Don't call her a freak, Jerk." She heard Santana yell. "If anything you're the freak, I mean what kind of hair cut is that? Did your mom forget to cut off the middle part or something?"
"There is nothing wrong with my hair!"
"You keep telling yourself that."
"I see you're new here so let me explain something. Brian-"
"It's Brittany." Santana cut in.
The boy ignored the interruption, "Has a boy part."
Brittany lifted her head to see Santana's reaction, and to her surprise she looked like she was annoyed," Is that all?!" She threw her hands. "That guy over there has boobs, but I don't see anyone calling him Felicia." She looked over to Brittany and saw tiny smirk on her face.
"Now since you're new to how I work, let me explain something." She said mocking the boy, getting out of her seat and getting in the boy's face, "Britt over there is my friend and if I find out you made her sad, I'll make you sad. If you make her cry, I'll make you cry. Finally if you hurt her, I. Will. Hurt. You." She poked him in the chest with her last four words. "Got it?" The boy nodded furiously. She looked all around the classroom, "Go around telling everyone that because the same goes for all of you!"
She went back to her seat just as the teacher came. Brittany stared at her in amazement. Wow that was so cool, she thought. As soon as the bell for class to end rung, Brittany jumped up from her seat and gave Santana a tight hug. "Oh gosh, Santana, you were so amazing. Thank you."
"You're my friend now. Friends cheer and stand up for each other." She explained melting into the hug.
That was the best day of my young life. It didn't stop completely, but it was toned down a little. She was the only one who hasn't make fun of me or insult me- without being mean about it.
I know what you're thinking George. You want to know what changed my mind about Santana. It's not like we still aren't friends. It's just I might have done something wrong and she won't tell me what I did. I think it might have something to do with my girlfriend, Quinn Fabray. She is really pretty and she reminds me a lot of Santana, temper wise. She moved to McKinley at the beginning of junior year. We became friends around Halloween and a month after she suddenly asked me to be her girlfriend. I was honestly surprised because she was a lesbian, she knew about my thing too. I told Santana after I was sure it wasn't a prank or something.
Santana was leaning against a locker, in an empty hallway, when a hazel-eyed girl came up to her, "Get off my locker Lopez."
"Not until you answer some questions for me." She answered narrowing her eyes as the girl came closer.
The girl smiles as she placed her hand on Santana's hip, "The answer is yes, Santana. I will have sex with you." The Latina eyes widened when the girl pressed her body against hers, "I knew you acting like a bitch was a ploy to push me away and now you can't help yourself anymore." She whispered into her ear.
The minute Santana felt her lips on her neck, she pushed the girl away. "What the hell Quinn, I don't want to have sex with you!" She yelled. "You are Brittany's girlfriend, what are you thinking? "
"So she told you then." Santana nodded, "Then yes she is and for what I was thinking…" Quinn trailed off looking up and down Santana's body with a smirk on her face, "I think you can figure that out, along with my intention." Santana grabbed Quinn by the front of her uniform and slammed her against the lockers, "I'm more of a nice and slow type of girl, though I must say. I have never been more turned on, than I have, right now."
"Look you are a Brittany's first girlfriend, so I'm holding back by not ending you right now. You don't look at other girls while you're with her."
"I don't see her."
"Oh you think I'm playing some sort game", The Latina laughed mirthlessly.
"I certainly do because I thought something like this would happen. You're just playing at being the caring best friend when you're really just in love with Brittany and you're afraid because she might not love you back." Santana slowly took her hands away from Quinn," And to save you the sorrow of thinking does she love me or does she not, I asked if she ever thought anything else of you. She said she never really thought about it."
The Latina had her head down as she listened. Quinn put her hand on her shoulder, "Hey if you ever want to move on then call me. I would gladly leave Brittany. She did the grossest thing while we were making out once…" She said knowing it would get the Latina.
"I would never do that to her." She growled out leaving.
Quinn is nice when she wants to be, like Santana. One time when we were kissing, things got heated. We're on my bed and she on top of me grinding into me, which was nothing new. I still didn't really know what to do so I matched my hips to her movements.
For some reason my thought went to what Quinn said about Santana being anything more than my best friend. The more I kept thinking about, the more I kept thinking about kissing her, and doing this with her instead of Quinn.
After that all I could think about was Santana and kissing her and my pants got tighter. It was the first time I had felt something like that. It was one of the most amazing things I have ever felt.
With my mind plagued with this new feeling and Santana, I topped Quinn and trailed kisses down her neck. I heard her let out a gasp as I slid my hand up her shirt. I closed my eyes, when I felt her hand begin to move around, imagining if it were Santana. The next thing I knew, my hips started bucking and my pants were feeling sticky.
God, that was embarrassing!
I quickly got off of her and told her she should go home. She assured that everyone has done something like that at least once, before she left and said that it was okay. I've never told anyone else that but I trust you George.
I don't think Santana likes Quinn at all. I thought all the Cheerios got along. Every time she's not forced to stay in the same room as Quinn, she makes up an excuse to leave and with that she stopped talking to me less and less. She has barely said two words to me over the summer…I miss her. I even made her a card and Lord Tubbington helped. The card is a picture of a unicorn with Santana's face on it, it says: I miss my favorite unicorn. I was going to send the card through the mail, but I don't know how to do that.
(I haven't seen Quinn either, she went to some summer camp, and I don't miss her as much as I miss Santana. That seems strange don't you think.)
I guess I can give it to her at the first day school tomorrow…Hang on, George, my mom is calling.
George! You'll never guess who was down stair. It was Santana! She's here right now, in my room, isn't that exciting? You can sit here on the bed and listen to us just in case, so I want have to re-explain what happened.
"Britt, what are you doing?" Santana asked sitting on the bed next to Brittany.
"I'm telling George what's going to happen." She said putting journal down, "George is my journal were I can vent my frustrations and not be judge. I spent the last two hours writing in for what is to be expected."
"You can always come to me and I won't judge you." Santana said feeling a little betrayed.
"I usually would, but you were kind of ignoring me for the past few months. My mom got me George today and it helps." She jumped off her bed and got a box," Speaking of which, Lord Tubbington and I made you this." She said taking the card out and holding out for Santana to take.
"What do you mean I've been ignoring you?" Santana asked in annoyed voice. "If anything I have been even more caring than usual. I stopped all the assholes that were going to do something to you. If that was neglect, then I would hate to see what would happen if I don't try at."
Brittany frowned at what she heard. She couldn't believe all the trouble she was causing Santana, and here she was thinking she was a bitch. Brittany thought about all the years that Santana has taken care of her. She been doing such a good job, she thought. Her mind came to one solution. "I think you should stop then."
"What are you talking about Britt?"
"You can stop now. It's our senior year you shouldn't spend it protecting me." Brittany said smiling at the idea, "You can finally have a fun year. You can go on dates, parties, and other stuff like that."
"Are you saying you don't need me?!" Santana yelled scaring Brittany a little. She stood up from Brittany's bed and began to pace the around the room. "Did Fabray put you up to this? She doesn't want me around you so she came up with this excuse?"
"No it's nothing like that and besides it's not like you're not going to stop being my best friend because I'm telling you to stop. We have one more year together I think I can take care of myself for one year."
"Britt I can't just stop! You're my best friend. Who will help you when- wait let me guess Girlfriend Fabray", Santana said with disgust.
"I was actually thinking of breaking things off with Quinn." Brittany said quietly. I would have to do it at some time in the year, she thought.
Santana turned her back to her trying to hide the big smile on her face," When?"
"Some time during the first week of school."
Maybe I have a chance just yet, Santana thought. She turned to face Brittany and pulled her into a hug, "I'm sorry I yelled at you. I just worry about you." She let go and made her way to the door," See you at school."
She didn't take the card.
Just as Brittany wrote that sentence Santana came back through the door, "Sorry I forgot to get the card you made."
After Santana got the card and left, with a smile on her face, she wrote down…Never mind. Santana never fails to make me smile. She left in a really big hurry for some reason…
X
Oh God, George, You'll never believe what a week I've had. Nothing happened, it was totally amazing. I wonder if it can keep up for the rest of the year. I was sort of dreading having to break up with Quinn, seeing how all those movies and shows ended with breakups. It didn't and I'm really happy for that. I think Santana was even happier than I was.
The day started out with Brittany getting a ride from Santana to school. "I'm a little nervous Santana." Brittany admitted. Santana slammed her foot on the gas pedal and swerved into oncoming traffic, "Oh my God! What are you doing?!" she screamed pulling on the wheel to get them back on their side of the road.
Santana slowed the car down to the speed limit," Are you still nervous?" Brittany shook her head. If anything she was scared out of her mind, "That's good. You don't have anything to be worried about. We have all the same classes so I'll be there with you." She said as she smiled.
"I know you'll be there for me but I can't help feeling…" Santana started to turn then wheel back into oncoming traffic, "Okay! I get it just stop already!" Brittany was so glad when they finally made it to school.
Throughout the day nothing happened until it was time for lunch, that's when she found Quinn lip locked with a short brunette. She found them in the glee room. She watched them for five minutes before leaving.
Brittany went to the auditorium and sat in the middle of the back row. "Britt." She looked up to see Santana coming towards, "I thought we were having lunch together, but you never showed."
"I was looking for Quinn."
"Oh."
"Good news is that I found her. Bad news is that I found her…making out with that short, Jewish, girl from the glee club." Santana sat next to her and pulled her into a hug. "I'm not sad but you can keep hugging me." She said smiling as she settled into the crook of Santana's neck. "Sorry for missing lunch."
"It's fine."
"Do you think it's weird that I'm not sad about finding out my girlfriend was cheating on me?"
"It would be if you had actually liked her, but from the way you're reacting it doesn't seem like you had any sort of attraction towards her." Santana felt her nodded in understanding, "Let's say if I were you're girlfriend and you saw me doing that, you would cry then right?"
Brittany shook her head, "That wouldn't happen Santana because you would never cheat on me, like I would never cheat on you." Santana was about to say something about that when the bell rung. She Brittany get up," Time for class."
They were in their last class of the day and Brittany knew that Santana had Cheerio practice and couldn't take her home. Santana did offer to take her home. Last time she did that coach Sylvester got mad and Brittany doesn't want to get Santana in trouble. "Could you do me a favor and tell Quinn that…you know."
"Yeah I got it." After that they went their separate ways.
"Oh Fabray, I got some news for I got for you." Santana sung as she saw Quinn come into the locker room. She would be lying if she said that she wasn't happy to be doing this.
"So you're taking me up on my offer of leaving Brittany for us."
Santana laughed as she got closer to the girl," Hell no, Bitch, Brittany is kicking you're sorry ass to the curb." Quinn had an expression of disbelief on her face, "Don't believe me, do you? Well it doesn't matter because it's happening. She caught you whoring around with Little Miss Streisand."
"I'm very sure that I can explain that it was some sort of misunderstanding."
"Still doesn't matter she was planning on breaking up with you sometime this week anyway, you just gave her a reason to do it quicker." Santana walked past Quinn, bumping into her shoulder, out of the locker room.
"Don't think that just because she is single now, means that you can have her. I'm the only one who can have you, Santana."
After the first day every day was magically drama free. I think the best thing out of this week is how huggy and clingy Santana has gotten. I wonder what brought that on.
X
Today is Saturday and Santana is coming over for a sleep over. I got my Pjs on. Popcorn and movie are ready, and tissues. Santana can get a little weepy during the very emotional parts of the movie. I have noticed that I write a lot about Santana. I guess that means that…Oh that's my mom telling me Santana's here. I'll finish this sentence later.
Santana came into the room and saw Brittany writing in her book, "You think one day I can read that book."
"I-I don't know Santana."
"Don't worry, Britt. Let's get our movie on." Santana got on the bed and curls into Brittany's side.
After the movie, three and half bowls of popcorn, and many, many, tissues, they were lying in bed facing each other in a comfortable silence. Brittany was the on to break it.
"I know that it's only been a week of you not taking care of me but I bet you got a few people around your finger, maybe even your whole hand."
"No Britt I don't have any people like that." She laughed, "I do however can't get this one person off my mind. I constantly think nice things about them. I smile at my thoughts about them. I like them a lot."
"I sure you can get them, all you have to do is use that Lopez Charm."
"Lopez Charm?"
"Yeah, it works on everyone."
"Everyone?" Brittany nodded. Santana got an idea and scooted closer to her, staring into her eyes. "Tell me what's so charming about me?"
Brittany giggled, "What's not charming? You're the most beautiful person in my eyes from your eyes to your smile. You're nice, funny, smart, amazing, and wonderful. You're everything that anyone could want."
I constantly think nice thing about them.
I guess that means that…
"You really think so." She whispered getting as close as possible resting their foreheads together.
"Yeah." Brittany whispered getting lost in Santana's eyes as she smiled
I smile at my thoughts about them.
I guess that means that…
Santana's eyes trailed down to Brittany's lip. Brittany did the same with Santana's lips. "Are you still sure it works on everyone?"
"Of course, it might have more of an effect on some than others." Brittany smiled as she leaned forward.
"That's what I was going." Santana said moving her hands to cup Brittany's face to kiss her. It was short but all the emotions were there, "I want you to be my girlfri-", Brittany cut her off with a kiss.
I like them a lot.
I guess that means that…
"Okay."
I like Santana a lot.
I bet you're thinking that was predictable, aren't you George?