Strangers

Chapter One: Introductions

Summary:

As kids our parents tell us not to talk to strangers. But since when did we listen to our parents? This is the story of two strangers that meet and will never ever forget each other. Follow Santana and Brittany on their journey of taking chances, overcoming challenges and reaching dreams they never imagined.

Disclaimer: I don't own glee.

Santana's POV:

"Go you moron!" I was sitting at the traffic lights, which were on green I might add, in my black Jeep whilst some jackass in front of me wasn't moving. "If you don't fucking move within the next two seconds I will go all high school Santana on!" I yelled out of the window. I was referring to my teen years as the notorious, bitchy head cheerleader of the cheerios. If there's one thing my peers knew about me was if you messed with the Santana Lopez you would be slushied everyday for a year, thrown into the dumpsters by the many Jocks who followed me around like lost puppies and be my own personal servant.

To say I was an angry person was an understatement. I thought I had improved from my high school self; I had matured a lot for sure especially after she died. She had been my rock in life she was one of the only people who never judged me. But at the tender age of nineteen she left me, it wasn't her fault, not at all, it was his fault. He was the one who was driving; he was the one who killed her.

She was my mom. I had spent the next year drinking myself into oblivion and hooking up with a relentless amount of guys but none of that made the pain go away. There was no way of filling that massive heart shaped hole only a mom could fill up.

I had a happy childhood. I loved my parents dearly and wanted to spend as much time with them as possible. I didn't have any siblings as my mom was lucky she had me. My mom and dad had been trying for years to get pregnant but with the help of IVF they had managed to create me. My parents were older than the other kid's parents at my school but it didn't bother me. My mom was thirty eight when she had me, my dad two years younger than her. I think it was mainly because they had gone through a lot to have me and I was just glad that I was born. I don't mean that in a vain way, no, I just mean even at seven years old I understood that they were extremely lucky, especially after the several miscarriages my mom had before me. But with that in mind I wasn't a spoilt brat which most people seem to think about an only child. I didn't demand for the new doll, that girls my age were begging for, or throw a tantrum if everything didn't go my way.

As children usually are; I was carefree and was oblivious to how crappy the real world was. I enjoyed the most simple of things such as playing catch with my dad or baking gingerbread men with my mom. My dad was always the energetic one who would build dens, roll down hills and climb on the monkey bars with me-basically he was a big kid. For a forty-three year old man he was in great shape as he could keep up with the energy levels of a seven year old. Whereas my dad was energetic, loud and always getting into mischief my mom was a great listener, kind and had a witty sense of humour. They balanced each other out well. My mom would usually help me with my homework as she was great at anything academic, read me stories at bedtime and she would watch the shows I put on as I pretended I was a magician.

I was quite a shy child, I wasn't the first one to put up my hand in class, or talk to the new kid. I had friends but I didn't feel like I belonged. I wasn't bullied but I still felt incredibly sad at times. I wanted to be one of the popular kids. They seemed happy; they were always laughing and chatting to kids in the playground. They would have sleepovers and go to the park together. I so desperately wanted to be one of them.

Then several years later when I was in my sophomore year my dream came true.

I was fifteen when I tried out for the cheerios; I had gotten through an audition of being told by Sue Sylvester that I, her words, 'didn't suck as much as the others' and was accepted into the cheerleading world. I enjoyed being part of the cheerios, I went to nationals with the team and we won, which wasn't surprising considering Sue was a hard task master and she had six consecutive national trophies in her office.

My confidence grew and I quickly became cocky and a real bitch. I glared at everyone in my path and watched as they would duck their heads, run away and in the process trip over. I wouldn't help them up, those losers weren't worth my time, no I'd laugh. It gave me a sense of power-people being afraid of me. It made me feel like I wasn't invisible compared to the way I felt as a youngster.

By senior year I was head cheerio, had screwed most of the football team; I was passing my classes with flying colours and had an army of friends. I wasn't that shy little seven year old girl anymore. I was a new me.

After I had joined the cheerios I went to a party every week. The usual way a party would plan out for me was go straight to the drinks table drink a few beers, do some body shots of some random guys I didn't know the names of. By this time I would be pretty drunk. I would have flirted with a guys, danced with them and then have had a quickie with a Jock, most likely Puck, in the downstairs toilet.

Puck was a man-whore. He had fucked nearly every single female in the school. We first started hooking up when I met him in junior year in detention. I had talked back to a teacher and maybe said one or two curse words towards them, whilst Puck had been caught smoking in the toilets and chucking some loser into a dumpster. My first impressions of him were mostly bad. He seemed like an arrogant, vain, delinquent who had a dead squirrel on the top of his head. Anyway he had invited me to a party at his house and then one thing led to another and we had sex. It was my first time and I was shit scared but the amount of alcohol made it less scary. From then on we hooked up every now and again. It was expected of us some people thought we were dating but I had no romantic feelings towards him at all, neither did he. But because we were both popular it was like an unwritten rule that we had to sleep with each other. I was enjoying being at the top of the social ladder far too much and didn't want to go down to loserville, so I ignored the feelings of 'I don't want to do this' this and 'Puck's a great guy but I want to do it with someone special'. We had become great friends over the next year and he really wasn't a bad guy. I would have called him my best friend in high school.

Although I enjoyed that social aspect of my life my home life wasn't the same. My parents had split up when I was sixteen. I wasn't surprised when they told me as I had heard night after night of arguments. They said it was a mutual agreement and that they just weren't in love with each other anymore, but I knew they were lying. I knew my dad was cheating on my mom. He would come home late at night reeking of another woman's perfume and he was hardly ever at home. We had grown apart we didn't really talk to each other. The man he was in that moment was the not the dad I adored when I was seven years old and being pushed by him on the swings. He was always lying about where he had been and he didn't look at my mom with those love struck eyes anymore. I felt as if my family was crumbling apart and I couldn't help but wonder if my drastic attitude change had helped that. I wondered if my behaviour was tearing my family apart.

The divorce was quick as they both paid top-notch for the best lawyers as they had loads of money. They split everything equally and my dad gave money to me each month although he didn't see me that often-which I wasn't bothered about. Later that year I found out my dad was living with his new wife and that she was pregnant. I couldn't believe this was happening. I couldn't believe my dad was starting a new family. I didn't visit him when my half-brother was born-I didn't want to know my dad anymore. So I deleted him out of my life and he let me. He lived with his new family while I lived with my mom pretending that nothing had ever happened, that my dad hadn't broken my mom's heart.

My mom and I were still as close as ever and I enjoyed the time we spent together. I wanted her to be happy and was glad when she got married to Steve, a man she met at the gas station. He was a great man and they were happy. But one day his brother drove my mom home and that's when my mom died. She was killed because her husband's brother was driving too fast and crashed into a truck that was heading towards them. Steve's brother had died in the crash as well.

I had graduated high school before the death of my mom and was thinking about going to college but I decided against that. After her funeral I moved out of Lima and found an apartment in LA. I got a job in an office and never looked back on my old life, until now that is. Although I still kept in touch with Steve as he was as devastated by my mother's death as I was.

"Get a move on lady!" I heard a gruff voice shout behind me breaking me out of my thoughts of my life and into the present. I looked ahead and saw that the car in front of me had moved and the lights were still on green so I should get going. I put my car in first and sped off ignoring the feeling of sticking my finger up to the person behind me who was shouting at me.

Later that day after work, I went home got changed into more comfortable clothes and greeted my pride and joy-my dog, Lucy. She's my best friend, oh god that sounds pathetic but she really is. I got her when I moved to LA and she's kept me company ever since.

"It's time for your walk Lucy!" I shouted as I grabbed my coat as it was a crisp autumn evening outside and searched for the dog lead. No more than a few seconds later my bundle of joy came running towards me with her tail wagging like crazy. I smiled at my dog's goofy behaviour before clipping the lead to the collar. I locked the door and walked towards the park that was about five minutes away.

I walked Lucy everyday and I loved walking at night when there weren't many people around. I got to think about things and the cool air calmed me down after a day of work in the office. I didn't really enjoy my job but it paid the bills so...

I felt Lucy pull on the lead and took the lead off so she could run about as we were on the safety of the park away from the main road. I sat down on a bench and watched as Lucy ran about chasing a bird.

I closed my eyes for a few moments when I heard a voice speaking to me. For those few seconds I concentrated on the smoothness of the voice. I realised it was a woman's voice and she sounded like an angel. What the fuck? Santana Lopez does not get this dreamy about a voice let alone a woman's voice. My internal voice kicked in. Suddenly I noticed I hadn't been listening to what she was saying. But any thoughts of listening to her words were long forgotten when I opened my eyes.

My mouth gaped open as I took in the woman in front of me. She looked no younger than twenty five, the same age as me; she had honey-blond hair that was flying gently in the wind, bright blue eyes and a cute smile. This woman was captivating, wait is that a girl crush you have going on?! My internal voice spoke again but I ignored it, I do not have a crush on a stranger.

"Excuse me ma'am" The woman waved her hand in front of my face trying to get my attention. I realised I still didn't know why she was talking to me so I thought I better reply but no words would come out. She saw me struggle to say anything so she spoke again. "Is this your dog?" I looked down and saw Lucy next to the woman, she was covered in mud.

"Y-yes" I stuttered. Why was I stuttering? I didn't know.

"Oh good it's just I saw her running around and thought she might have gotten lost. But then I saw you sitting on this bench and thought she might be yours. I tried to not disturb you as you seemed to be deep in thought, but your dog started to run towards the road so I ran after her. She's safe I think." The woman rambled on. I know noticed the pink covering her cheeks obviously from running to get my dog.

"Thanks." I said sincerely. I mean this was just some stranger who saved my dog how good was that!

"No trouble, I have to go now." The woman said as she made sure Lucy wasn't going to run away again. She started to walk away when I called after her. I didn't know why but I felt like I had to get to know her.

" Wait! You saved my dog and I don't even know your name." I clipped Lucy back onto her lead, so she couldn't run away and walked closer to the woman who was near the edge of the park now. She had stopped and smiled at me as she turned.

"I'm Brittany." With that she carried on walking and I watched her leave feeling utterly confused about the feeling of butterflies in my stomach.

A/N: So this kinda popped into my head and I decided to write it. I am still going to carry on writing my other story. Let me know if you think I should continue this story.

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