Yep. Another story up. Again, I had this idea and just wanted to test it out. See if it's... "successful".

Enjoy!

Don't let your eyes wander. Don't stare. Don't breathe too loud. Don't slouch so much. Don't walk too fast. Don't walk too slow. Santana mentally repeated these rules in a mantra as she made her way through the clusters of students in William McKinley High. Her new school for a year. A year as a Senior. She had just moved from Texas due to some… complications with her friends. One day it had gotten way out of hand and she quickly packed her bags with her single-mom and left for Ohio without a second look back. Thankfully, her mom was called for a new job as an anchorwoman around the time of all the bullshit, so her mom wasn't really sacrificing anything when they left.

It hurt thinking about it though, her old friends, but the experience had taught her that the only person you could rely on was yourself. You'll never really know someone until you see their bad side.

She sighs wearily from the thought of her old friends and lifts the paper in her hand to look at her locker number along with her class schedule. She puts the paper back down after memorizing the number and goes on a search for said locker. She nearly bumps into a small blonde girl with glasses and automatically apologizes, but the girl just calls her a 'loser' and walks off. Santana scrunches her brows in confusion but ignores it and continues her search. After a few minutes of worry she's relieved to find her beige locker. She slowly twists on the code and the door pops open when she gets in the last number. Her eyes look into the empty and definitely used locker. At least the lockers here don't have molded cheese from last year's kids she thinks to herself as she opens her bag to put her books in the empty space.

"You're new here, aren't you?"

Santana ceases in her book-placing and looks to the locker beside hers, wondering if the person was talking to her or not. She was surprised to find it was the former as she meets the eyes of a small girl with a large prominent nose. She had big brown eyes and dressed like a blind Sunday school teacher.

"Uh… yeah," Santana replies carefully, wondering why this girl was talking to her.

"I could tell. My instincts are always right," The girl gives a huge smile and it creeps out Santana for a moment. And from that sentence alone, she knew this girl was conceited. And the word that is always coupled with 'conceited' is 'annoying'.

"Rachel Berry by the way. Rachel Barbra Berry."

Santana is hesitant at first as she looks at the small hand extended towards her, and then back to Rachel. She gives in though when she sees the girl's eyes flash with a little hurt and quickly shakes her hand, pulling it back after a few seconds.

"Santana Lopez," She introduces back and the smile on Rachel's face grows. Santana immediately hopes she won't be hanging out with the smaller brunette this year. She actually planned on being a loner. No need to attract attention where it isn't wanted. And by the looks of this girl in front of her, she pretty much lives on attention. And Santana didn't want that.

"Well Santana, I hope you have a wonderful time here at McKinley."

"Me too," Santana says as she gives a sad chuckle. That's definitely the last thing she wanted after what happened at her old school.

"And I don't mean to offend you but I was wondering if you're a freshman?" Rachel gives a curious look and Santana raises a brow.

"No, I'm a senior," She says, shaking her head at this misunderstanding. Wow, she really had no game. She looked like a pre-teen, Belieber, One-Directioning Freshman? Such a confidence booster!

"I knew you looked too old to be a freshman!" Rachel cheers. But then realization hits her and the smile is gone as soon as it came, and she's curious again. Santana instantly feels like she's talking with a little 5-year old.

"Why did you transfer schools for Senior year then?"

Santana stirred uncomfortably. She didn't know how to reply to this. It was the first time anyone's asked her why she moved and this was a stranger she was talking to.

"My mom got a better job offer here so here I am," She added a shrug to hide the nerves, and Rachel takes it without doubt. She nods in understanding and gives Santana a pitiful look.

"Hopefully you didn't have that many close friends or it must've been terrible to leave them." Santana can't believe Rachel just said that. Talk about no filter.

"Yeah, it was." Santana replies awkwardly. She really didn't want to talk about her old friends. The Latina puts her last books in her locker and closes it, then looks back to the smaller brunette, who was babbling away about some Streisand chick.

She didn't know why, but she soon found her eyes wandering around the place. She sees a kid in a wheelchair arguing with a Goth Asian chick, and near them was an Asian jock watching them with interest. At the end of the hall she sees a white Bieber kid with the weirdest lips talking with a black chubby girl. Santana then looks past Rachel's head and her eyes lock onto a blonde girl. A blonde with that same uniform the smaller blonde girl was wearing earlier. A cheerleading uniform, with its tight-fitting material and short skirt that left nothing to the imagination when the blonde turned around and-

Santana immediately looks back to Rachel the second the blonde girl meets her eyes as if Santana had called her from across the room. Her ears are starting to burn as she nods at the words spewing out of Rachel's mouth. She didn't get one word but she couldn't concentrate, as hard as she tried. Her ears are still burning and she's suddenly thankful her tanned skin made her blushes barely noticeable.

After what felt like forever, she throws a careful glance past Rachel's head again and finds the blonde's locker unoccupied. She sighs in relief and mentally kicks herself for getting caught staring. Their eyes had only met for a second but that was enough to know someone had just been staring at you. She felt stupid for probably creeping out someone on the first day of school. And this was a cheerleader, which meant she was popular, making this problem ten times worse.

The waving of a hand in front of her face snaps her out of her thoughts as her attention sits back on Rachel.

"Hm? I'm sorry, I'm just, you know, kind of out of it today," Santana says as her eyes chance a quick glance for the blonde, hoping she hadn't scared her off and was now telling everyone to keep an eye out for a weird Latina who could pass for a lesbian.

"That's alright. I've talked with slow people before," Rachel says.

"What?" Her eyes fall back to Rachel's, who just nods at her in understanding.

"ME ASKING YOU IF YOU WANT JOIN GLEE CLUB?" Rachel strains out the words, missing a few auxiliary verbs on purpose so as to not confuse the taller brunette. She adds a few hand motions since it was proven to help make her words more comprehensible. They receive weird looks from passerbyers and Santana's quick to stop her.

"Rachel I'm fi-"

"GLEE CLUB FUN! SING AND DANCE VERY FUN!"

"Rachel! I'm fine! I'll join!" Santana holds up her hands, signaling her to stop . She didn't care that she didn't even know what a 'glee club' was; she'd do anything to get the girl to shut up. She looks around to see if people had been watching them, but they just receive more weird looks from a few more students.

"Yes!" Rachel claps her hands together, a look of accomplishment brandishing her face as her eyes sparked with hope and satisfaction, like she did a huge deed.

"I promise you, you won't regret this!"

"Whatever, just… just don't do that again," Santana clamps the bridge of her nose with her fingers and closes her eyes to shoo away the oncoming headache she could feel coming up. Even if Rachel didn't strive for attention, she still wouldn't want to be seen with her.

"Okay."

There's a weird silence and Rachel is the first to break it.

"What's your first period?"

Santana pulls her schedule from her bag and reads the first thing listed.

"Pre-Calculus," She says and her nose scrunches in disgust at the subject. Math in the morning… you've got to be fucki-

"The fates have spoken!" Rachel says, interrupting her thoughts, "That's my first period too! And we have ten minutes before class starts; plenty time to choose seats." Santana's eyes widen as Rachel grabs her hand and quickly pulls her to class. A yank from Santana makes Rachel let go but she still keeps the same pace nonetheless. The Latina struggles to keep up and she briefly wonders how such a small girl could contain so much energy.

The smaller girl suddenly stops in her steps though and Santana instantly walks by her. She looks back in confusion. That threw her way off.

"Rachel, what are you…" Her voice fades at the fear in Rachel's face. She was looking at something coming their way. Santana quickly whips her head around, expecting the worse, and is met with the cheerleader she had been staring at earlier. And blue. Striking blue eyes...

And a blue slushy.

The cold hits her face like a motherfucker and her mouth forms into an 'o' as it takes her by surprise. It only takes a few seconds as the liquid-solid seeps through her tank-top, the sickeningly sweet slush sliding into her fucking bra.

"Nice one Brittany," She hears a female say as the two girls chuckle. She hears a clap and imagines them doing a high-five.

"Your turn Quinn."

A few seconds later Santana hears a yelp and knows they got Rachel too.

She hears some people praising the two girls and other people laughing at what the two did, and others laughing at her and Rachel. After a minute, the footsteps fade away, along with the chuckles, and when they do, its Rachel again who breaks the silence.

"That was Brittany Pierce and Quinn Fabray," She says as if it were old news. Santana slowly lifts her hands and tries to wipe the corn syrup from her eyes but it worsens the burning. She lets out a little growl as she drops her hands, wanting nothing more than to get this 'Brittany Pierce' six feet under the fucking ground.

"Bitch."

From this first chapter, it's obvious I love Pezberry. I wish I could get their banter right though... And no, this Pezberry won't be a romantic ship... but frenemies! :D Anyways, if this goes well, yeah, I'll update.

So... what do you think?