A/N: hey guys! so, I'm back :)) while it's been an awesome ride with you guys, I'll be starting another one. So i hope you'll love this one as well. Just give it a try. And uh, I wrote Britt-Britt here as the more "serious, responsible and mature" one but don't worry 'bout that. I'll make her as Brittany as possible. Santana here is like the "spoiled rich kid-brat-sorta immature" person... for a change? ... or not. hihi. and things will change as the story goes. so I dunno. hope it works out and I hope you'll like it :) warning: G!Pbrittany just have to do that for the storyline I have in mind. and I'm really sorry it took me so long to post this one, or like, to start writing chapters. I've been pretty busy with college stuff and just finished with my first term exams for this semester. there was also this feeling that I didn't know how I should go on with the direction of the story, and i'm still having those feelings and I'm still on that phase. so please forgive me and i hope you'll support this one. The flow of the story (frequency of updates, the storyline and etc) will all be based on your reactions/reviews/opinions and what-nots about the story. anyways, here you go! enjoy :)
Summary: A couple of years ago, Santana has to leave the country because of a broken heart caused by one Brittany S. Pierce. Now, she's back and she has to face her again. The thing is, she has to marry Brittany - arranged marriage, so to speak. If not, a lot of things will be lost. Santana just can't allow that to happen. The brunette was really sure that what she felt for the blonde was long gone and forgotten. Walls were put up for her defense. But why is it that just a kiss from those pink thin lips already makes her walls and defense crumble? We'll see...
CHAPTER 1
An 16-year-old Santana was anxious while looking at her watch from time to time. It was already 3 PM and she's sure that the Annual Volleyball Competition that was hosted by their university was already starting. Before, she doesn't really care about volleyball but because a certain blue-eyed, hot-bod blonde - oh, please... not to mention that she's the love of my life - named, Brittany Susan Pierce, is a part of the varsity team, she did everything she could just to learn everything and anything that is about the sport. She observed and studied all the technecalities and terms that are being used at the said sport. She even included all the fould and rules in her "research" about volleyball. She could even say that she could pass as a referee, an umpire or even a part of the committee if she would try to do so because of her broad knowledge about the sport. Yes, she was that addicted to volleyball - uh, no. wrong thought you have there. That is how addicted and head over heels in-love I am with my Britt-Britt. Everything that is about the blonde, the Latina really takes it personally.
Brittany S. Pierce -Brittany Susan Pierce, not singer/performer Britney Spears, because my Britts will tell you she's better and I definitely have to agree with that- or well, simply just Brittany, - or my Britt-Britt. But it's only me who gets to call her that. We clear? Anyways, moving on. - is her childhood best friend, though the blonde is a years older than her. Their families are close friends. Ever since they were kids, the brunette already finds the blonde breathtakingly gorgeous especially with those cat-like, ocean blue eyes, long golden locks and that smile that could light up the whole world that shines brighter than the sun. Oh, not to mention her rocking body with those abs and toned muscles, and those long toned legs that could go on forever. She doesn't even give any of her attention to Jaimey Pierce or JP, Brittany's younger sister who's about the Latina's age, who obviously is trying to get her attention. For the Latina, even at such a young age, Brittany is the only girl she ever wants to be with and she's the only one that she wants to marry some day. No doubt about that... absolutely.
Here we go. She's Santana Marie Lopez, dark brown-almond shaped fierce eyes, hot brunetter and a certified brat - HBIC, baby! Better remember that y'all. She always gets what she wants and anything that she desires. She's also out and proud, in which she feels so happy and loved because her family accepted when she came out to them. They supported and they keep on supporting her in this, and not to mention that a certain blonde also feels and does the same. Anyways, when she realized that it seems like God has laid a hand, which only meant that they're meant for each other - that's what you call soulmates. duh. Britt-Britt's my soulmate. - , the Latina decided to do everything in her will to make that happen.
The brunette gets to stay and hang around in the blonde's room, she gives her chocolates and especially dots, - No complaining. my Britt-Britt loves her sweets, I know. - suprises her with flowers and just random things that she knows would make her blonde happy. She could also pass as the blonde's bodyguard if she somehow applies as one because both of them are just always together and she would do anything to protect her. Everywhere my Britt is, I'll be there.
Brittany was totally nice and sweet to "tolerate" and deal with her despite of her bitchiness sometimes - okay, maybe most of the time but I was never a bitch to her. You know I can't do that. - Though, the brunette thought that maybe the blonde just had enough of her persistence and all that that's why she made things official between the two of them not so soon enough. But things didn't end there. Ever since they made things official, the brunette became overly protective, jealousy always taking over her system. Everytime she hears or sees someone may it be a guy or a girl knowing that Brittany is a bicorn, flirting and catching the blonde's attention, she doesn't think twice before going all Lima Heights on that person. She doesn't care whether she may be told to go the principal's office or her Abuelo and Abuela will get mad at her for doing that and for cutting classes just to see the blonde. She knows that education is really important for her family and well, also for her. But now, she seems to be just as blinded because she doesn't even take the time to notice that her grades are starting to drop and she's beggining to have incomplete records on her other subject loads. she was madly in love with the blonde that her worlds just seemed to revolve around her.
Then again, the brunette looked at her watch for the nth time. It was past three already so she started to gather her things as quietly as possible, grabbed her bag, and the moment her professor turned his back, she stood up and went out of the room. No one in the class made a sound. They all knew what she'd do to them when they do. Sitting at the last row was an advantage for her, fortunately. She does that on purpose anyway, in case that she thinks of sneaking out of the class. She has to skip her class just to watch the blonde play. She thinks she was faster than an Olympic runner because of how fast she bolted down the halls and in just a few, she was already sitting at the bleachers, cheering for Brittany.
Oh, come on. Who wouldn't go all crazy on her girlfriend? She was tall, pale but the healthy kind of pale and incredibly gorgeous. She has long blonde locks that fall all the way back up to the middle of her torso, smooth silky skin and oh, those eyes... those cat-like, ocean blue eyes that sparkle like diamonds. I could stare at those gorgeous blue eyes forever. The blonde was also dangerously hot. She has these long toned legs, those taugh abs, her not-so-big yet not-so-small breats, and just everything is toned. Well, she's a volleyball varsity and a dancer. What could I say? She's just awesomely perfect. The blonde has this bubbly and colorful side to which she just looks at the good part of everything and she tends to say things that may be wierd at times, but she could also get pretty much serious on things. There was just something mysterious about this woman that made her swoon.
As the brunette watches the game, anger immediately crawled up when she saw that the ball which was hit by the blonde using a hard spike was called as an out, automatically sending point to the opponent, but as what she'd seen, the ball was definitely an inside. "Hey, Ref! That definitely was an inside! Are you really qualified to be a mediator? Do your job, man! Otherwise, I'll go all Lima Heights up on your asses." she shouted at the referee and the line judge, fuming with anger. Though, she stopped shouting when she saw Brittany telling her coach to let her out of the court first. The coach was obviously hesitating about substituting her since the points in the game were really in a close fight. However, the coach told the mediator to have a substitution on the next point to be made.
The brunette got nervous. Obviously, Brittany was not pleased to her there, knowing that she skipped her class again.
"Santanam what on earth are you doing here?" the blonde immediately asked the moment she got near the Latina. She was catching her breath, sweat running down her face.
The brunette rummaged in her purse, took out a hanky anf handed it to the blonde. "To cheer you on," she said and smiled at her sweetly. And yeah, it's to make sure that no one will attempt to come near my blonde. They better not.
The blonde looked at her softly but still seriousness can be seen in her features. "Go back to your class, San,"the blonde softly said.
"No, I don't want to. I'll stay here," she countered back, took a seat on the bleachers that she pretty much occupied alone since no one would dare to sit beside Santana Lopez.
"For Unicorn's sake, San. You're having your exams next week. Your whole class is having a review right now and yet you're here, watching the game?" the blonde's brow furrowed.
"Don't worry abou-"
"Don't worry about that? god, San, your grades are dropping! you know that we both know how important education is to you and your family."
She was surprised to hear the blonde raising her voice at her. No matter how much of a bitch and pain in the ass she could be, the blonde never ever raised her voice at her. Then, she felt tears prickling her eyes, ready to fall any moment now, "D-don't shout at me, Britt," she quietly said.
"I'm not shouting at you," Brittany's voice immediately turned soft, the furrow on her eyebrows slowly disappearing. "But San, you have to be reasonable and responsible. I don't want you to do this to your studies." The brunette saw the guilt in those blue eyes, knowing she's sorry for shouting at her and that she didn't mean to do it.
"But still, you shouted at me," she said sniffling because she knows it's effective. The blonde never wants to see her cry, let alone be the cause of it. The brunette definitely knows her blonde's weakness, especially when she feels that Brittany is starting to get pissed or mad like right now which doesn't really happen that much.
Brittany breathed out a sigh. "Okay. I'm sorry, Sanny. My mistake..." she said. "But please San, go back to your class now," the blonde softly told the Latina, holding out her hand. Pale hands took tan ones and slowly pulled her up and out of the bleachers.
She followed what Brittany asked her to do. She loves her and she will do anything this woman asks her to do even if she doesn't want to. "Okay, Britt."
"Aww, San. Don't do that. You really look cute and adorable right now, but please, get that scowl and pout off of your face," the blonde said while cupping the tan cheeks and running her thumb over the pout on those red plump lips and the crease on the brunette's forehead.
A smile slowly formed on plump lips. The blonde would tend to be serious but seeing this side of her always makes the brunette smile and feel all tingly inside. She could tell that Brittany also loved her, although she doesn't seem to be the type who really flaunts it out in the public. That's why sometimes, she envies those couples who would display their affection publicly and openly in the campus.
"That's my girl," Brittany said. "Study well. Alright, San?" the blonde told her before leaning down and placing a kiss on her cheek.
All she ever got to do was nod.