Chapter1

no one's POV:

"God, Puck, just do it!", Brittany hissed into Puck's ear and he obliged almost immediately. His long fingers disappeared into Brittany's thong and he started rubbing in circles around her throbbing clit. She tried to hide the moans but failed miserabely.

"Fuck, Britt, you are so wet...", Puck whispered and pressed his body into Brittany's. She could feel the growing bulge into Puck's shorts through the fabric, pressing against her inner thigh. Brittany thightened her grip on Puck's neck and pressed her hips into his hand, now impatient because of all his teasing. "More...I- I need you inside me.", she said in a low, raspy voice as Puck began to kiss her neck, below her ear. "My pleasure." His fingers were working through slick folds, parting her inner lips, his thumb still caressing Brittany's clit.

She gasped when he was teasing around her entrance and were about to plung into her, but then they heard a door open and some voices appear, and with a sigh Puck pulled his hand out of Brittany's jeans.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me...", Brittany cursed as she opened the door of the stall ans stepped out into the girls toilet. Right in front of her stood three wide-eyed cheerios and stared at her. Behind her Puck appeared and gave her a peck on her lips. "I'll see you under the bleachers, babe." Before she had the chance to say something he was throuh the door and out of the toilet. the blond cheerio with the hazel eyes turned her attention towards Brittany and smirked. "So...it's true, the one and only Pierce can't even stand one break with her legs shut." Brittany locked eyes with the girl and said: " Watch your mouth, Fabray, or I will shut you up!" With this Brittany stormed towards the door, opened it and- boom.

Santana's POV:

When my dad pulled into the parking lot everyone was staring at us. Obviously not because of me, but everyone just kept looking in our direction. My dad was a really big sport-fan, so he decided to rent a different car almost every week. He's a doctor, so the money is not the problem, and since my parents are divorced, my mother wasn't a problem either. I really had no idea about cars, but I could say, right now we were driving in a really fancy one.

"Have a good day, mija, and be nice.", my dad said and I rolled my eyes. "I will." With that I grabbed my bag and stepped out of the car, at least a dozen pairs of eyes focused on me. I let out a sigh as i walked towards the school, avoiding every look. I hate it to move. But my dad got a job offer at the Lima hospital and it will be paid well, so we moved. the fifth time in three years.

When I made my way into the building no one stared at me anymore. It's easier to be me when I have no one's attention. It's easier to be a freak when no one knows about my... inordinary. First period I had spanish, and it would start in less than five minutes, but I decided to go to the toilet pretty fast, so I wouldn't have to go during the lesson. I kept looking for a sign, that'd show me where to go.

Then I saw it. just a few metres away on the left side. As I was about to open the door someone did it from inside the toilets and next thing I know is me sitting on the floor looking for my glasses.

the girl i just knocked down was sitting next to me, anger written all over her pretty face. When our eyes locked my breath hitched. She had the bluest (is that even a word?) eyes I've ever seen. She kept looking at me and her gaze softened. "God... I'm so sorry-", I began, but she just cut me off.

"It's okay." "No, it's not, I just didn't-" I really wanted to apologize to this girl, but she just interrupted me again. "Are these yours?" For a moment I was confused, but then I saw my glasses in her hand, and when I nodded she handed them to me. "Thanks.", I said.

The girl stood up and - oh my god, those legs... - began to walk away. I grabbed my stuff and stood up, too, trying not to focus on her legs as she walked down the hall.

When I stood in the doorframe for the spanish class I literally could feel the stares of the students. A man with weird dark blond and curly hair walked towards me and smiled. "Santana, right?", he said and I just nodded. "Well, I'm Mr. Schuester, just take a seat.", the teacher continued. He seemed really nice, but...still weird. For the first time I dared to look towards the crowd. I could see a free seat in the last row between an asian guy and a boy with...goddamn trouty mouth. His hair was a really nice light blond (dyed!?) and the haircut surfer-like. When I walked in their direction Trouty just smiled at me and a shy smile began to rise on my face.

I sat down next to him and pulled my book out of my bag. I put it down on the table and waited for the lesson to start. When I looked up I saw that Mr. Schuester was not longer in the room and sighed. "He will be back soon, he does it all the time.", a voice next to me said and I looked up, right in Guppy Mouth's face. "Are you talking to me?", I asked unsure. Blondie chuckled and nodded. "Uhm...yeah. I'm Sam, by the way." I smiled at him. On his own dorky way he was really cute. "I'm Santana." "I know, I mean, Mr. Schue just said that, so...you just moved here?", Sam asked. "Yup, my dad became a job offer..." "You'll like it here, most people are really nice, just stay away from the cheerios. I mean, if you want to try out or something it's none of my business-" "No. No... I don't want to be a cheerleader.", I said and blew some hair out of my face.

Sam's smile just grew when I said that. "I think I'll like you." "That's sweet.", I replied and turned my attention back towards Mr. Schuester, who just returned.

The day went well and when school was over I decided to wait for my dad outside. I opened the door and stepped out, without looking to my left or right. When the door hit something- or rather someone- my eyes widened in panic. Right in front of me sat the same blonde with the sapphire eyes like this morning. "Wow, Santana, good way to impress.", I thought mad at myself. When I was about to help her to stand up, she just did it herself and said:

"Oh really, two times a day? How did I dserve this? I wasn't that bad, was I?" She looked at me with a meaningless expression. "I am so, so sorry-" "Drop it." She said while she shrugged. "What?" I really didn't know what it was about that girl but she just kept confusing me. "Drop it. I don't want to hear your apologies. I'm fine. Just watch it next time." She said with a tiny smirk. "I will." my voice sounded like crap. What the actual fuck? There was no reason to be nervous. She was just a girl. Just a girl... But those eyes...- "So... after you just knocked me down the second time today, don't you think it would be appropriate to introduce yourself?"

My gaze dropped. Why wasn't she mad at me? I just hit her with a door. And not the first time. She obviously waited for an answer, I could see her eyebrow rise. "Santana.", I said polite. "Santana Lopez."

The blonde only nodded. "Well, Santana Lopez, I would say nice to meet you, but actually it's not that nice. I didn't enjoyed it that much to get hit with a door. Twice." "Uhm...I'm sor-" "Don't you dare to apologize. I told you, I don't want to hear it. Well, i have to go, I'll see you around. But next time I got hit with a door I won't be that nice."

With that she turned around and walked away. I had no idea what it was about that girl. I just knew whe was trouble.

And I didn't even knew her name.

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A/N: Hello everyone :)

So, it's my first fic, but I had this idea and I just had to write it down, you know? ;)

Well, let me know what you think ;)