Hey guys! So I know I should be working on the next chapter for Blood for Blood right now but I've been thinking about this fic for months now (Seriously, ask CrimsonJoy) and I suddenly just thought "Why not just do the first chapter now and see what people think?"

So this is not just a Badass!Brittany or just a Badass!Santana fic, but a Badass!Brittana ;D As it's the second fic I've written, it's the first I've written in present day so let me know what you think!

Be warned though, there's a fair amount of bad language in this chapter, okay?

Please leave a review :D

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The sound of Jeremy McKinnon from A Day To Remember telling me not to blink because they won't even miss me at all, blasting through my speakers woke me up from my crappy sleep. Sigh. Lovely way to wake up.

I cracked open one eye slowly, adjusting to the light of the room and rolled over to look at my alarm clock, blearily rubbing my closed eye with a fist.

8:45am

Huh, late for school already. Fair enough.

Rolling again onto my back I stared at the ceiling of my shitty bedroom in my shitty apartment. I say bedroom, I mean room which contains my shitty mattress, as well as my shitty kitchen, my shitty sofa and my shitty television. Shit.

Monday, bloody Monday. Sometimes I wondered why I actually bothered to go to school. But then I would think about that dude that lived under the bridge downtown and swear down that I would never let that happen to me, no matter what. My dingy little apartment may not be much better, but for eighteen years old, parentless and still in High School, I'd say that was a pretty damn good start.

Sighing, I roughly flung my sheets away from my body and slowly pushed myself up into a sitting position, groaning as my joints protested after hours of stillness. From there I climbed onto my hands and knees and eventually up to my feet. Stepping down the four inches from my mattress to the ground, I walked past my alarm, letting it continue playing I'm Made of Wax, Larry, What Are You Made Of? as I made my way to my shitty kettle. I fucking hated instant coffee. Sadly, sometimes these things couldn't be helped. I leaned my forehead against the shitty cupboard above the counter as I filled the kettle and left it to boil, shifting only to make the regular depressing and fruitless trip to the shitty fridge.

Upon initial inspection, the fridge appeared to be almost completely bare, aside from half a lime, a singular and suspicious egg and a few crumbs which could have been the remnants of a depressing sandwich from some days prior. I couldn't help the little whine escape from the back of my throat when I had to squat down to get a better angle of observation into the naked metal box.

It's too early for this shit…

On the top shelf, hiding away from sight was what I was looking for. The milk carton. I grinned in triumph as I reached in and plucked it from its morose home, shaking it gently by my ear to estimate how much was left.

Yes!

There was enough for one more coffee! I breathed a sigh of relief as I practically skipped back over to the counter where my mug was already prepared. I unscrewed the cap with a soft smile, finally as close to happy as I would get the entire morning.

Until tragedy struck.

I didn't need to put my nose to the carton to be able to smell the pungent sourness.

This. Could. Not. Be. Happening.

But then, of course it could, couldn't it? Because it was. I twisted my wrist to read the label and sure enough, the expiration date was over a week ago.

O, how I am Fortune's fool…

Ironically, this was right about the moment when my alarm stopped and my stereo just decided to play the rest of my music. My iPod was my one luxury in this shitty life. Well, my iPod and my baby.

"The bass! The rock! The mic! The treble! I like my coffee black just like my metal!"

Apparently the universe was now giving me signs through the form of electronic rock…

I hung my head as I realised that though I did indeed like metal, I would just have to make do with my coffee being black. I was not looking forward to drinking strong coffee without anything to eat first but I would deal with the consequences later.

After throwing my empty mug in my dingy sink, I started hunting through clothes strewn all over the floor around my mattress for something to wear. Eventually I settled on a dire pair of ripped, faded blue jeans, a black tank top and leather bomber jacket, completing my attire with black combat boots, untied with the laces tucked in and my red neckerchief tied loosely under my chin.

After finally turning off my stereo with the words "Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?" echoing in my head, I walked out my front door, grabbing my keys and aviators on the way.

After locking up behind me I swiftly threw my keys up in the air and caught them by the clunkiest one, clicking the familiar button and heard that sexy calling.

"Baby, I totally missed you!" I breathed as I pulled open the door and jumped into the driver's seat. Gently stroking her steering wheel with one hand as the other ignited her engine, I stared around at her dashboard in wonder as if it were the first time we'd met. It'd only been a few hours since we'd last been together, but a minute away from my baby is too long.

The familiar growl of her engine procured a moan from my throat as I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes for a bit, just letting that sound sink in. After ten seconds or so and sparking up a cigarette, I turned and plugged my iPod into the stereo, giving it a little shake to shuffle the songs again.

Framing Hanley's cover of "Lollipop" came leaking through the speakers and I put my baby in gear, shifting my aviators from the top of my head to the bridge of my nose. Cranking my window, I started the mundane drive to school, already dreading the day ahead.

It wasn't that school actually pissed me off, I was actually pretty good at school. I was getting straight Bs and none of it actually seemed difficult. If I actually did homework then I'd have probably been getting As, funnily enough.

No, it wasn't school I hated. It was people.

See, as much as I hated my apartment, at least I could just relax there and not have to bother with deterring people. But there? There were hundreds of students and lots of faculty members. That's a lot of people to deter anywhere.

People pissed me off. I was not a people person. Too many people wanted to form relationships, whether they were petty friendships, rivalries, parental figures or whatever. No. I wouldn't let them get close to trying. I didn't need friends, I didn't need parents. I didn't really care about enemies, I just really couldn't be assed dealing with the pathetic attempts to piss me off.

Snarling a little at my thoughts, I found myself in the school car park. I parked my baby and got out, making sure to lock her shiny black doors as I stalked away. According to my shitty old brick of a phone, it was 9:26. Looked like I was headed to English…

Stuffing my hands deep into my pockets and keeping my head low, I trudged to my locker to get my books. Opening the small door, I noticed in the reflection of the small mirror on the inside that I was still wearing my makeup from the party last night and I had an insane case of bed head.

Huh…

I wiped just under my eyes a little and combed my fingers through my hair and smirked. Even when I looked a mess, I looked smokin' hot.

I grabbed my things and slammed the locker shut, spun on my heel and made my way to class. The hallways were empty so I didn't need to put on a show but I couldn't help it, as soon as I set foot in that place, I became a whole other person. I didn't walk, I practically strutted. I lifted my chin up high and swung my arms slightly by my sides.

Guess I got my swagger back.

I didn't knock or peek through the window, I just shoved the door open, causing it to swing back fast with the force and thunk into the wall. All conversation stopped and all eyes turned to me.

"Miss Lopez, you're late. Again." Mrs Irvine scowled at me.

"Sorry, Jean. Had a bit of coffee trouble." I shrugged.

"Well, why don't you go find your seat before you halt anymore lesson time?"

"Sure thing, Dear."

Mrs Irvine bristled at the pet name and hesitated before continuing her speech on how A View From The Bridge wasn't just a play about an incestuous Italian uncle in Brooklyn.

I made my way to the back of the room where my usual seat was, smirking at the teens around me as they stared. I stopped short, however, when I saw that my seat had been taken.

Taken by possibly the sexiest damn woman alive.

Fuck me..!

She had long wavy hair that flowed down past her shoulders, the colour of pale gold. Her leather-clad legs were crossed and propped up on the chair next to her (the one I always used for the same purpose) and her head was leaning on her fist as she stared disinterestedly out of the window. Her white, low cut V-neck tee clung to her beautifully and obviously toned body. She was absentmindedly twirling her pen around her long, slender fingers like a drum stick which led my eyes to the very obvious tattoo on her right forearm.

"Santana, are you quite ready to take a seat?" Mrs Irvine snapped, breaking me from my reverie.

In reply, I simply looked at her over my shoulder and sent her my best bitch smirk. She looked about ready to hit something.

Jeez, have patience, woman…

I walked over to the seat with the girl's legs on top and yanked it out from underneath her. Her eyes snapped to me in an immediate glare and for the first time in a long time, I was surprised. Nobody ever looked at me like that, ever. If they did, they wouldn't be looking at anything for a good while. I raised an eyebrow at her, amused by her cockiness. I would hate to say such sappy shit, but Christ, I've never seen more beautiful eyes. Their slight feline shape and clear cyan made them very unique. I see a lot of people (sadly) everyday and never have I ever bothered to remember any of their features. But I had a feeling these eyes will be engrained into my memory for the foreseeable future.

I threw myself down into the chair and straight away slumped back into it, kicking my legs out and interlocking my hands behind my head.

I could still feel the girl glaring at me and my lips quirked up into yet another smirk.

"See something you like, Blondie?" I winked at her.

She scoffed. "Trust me, honey. If I had, I would already have it by now."

My eyebrow raised again. "Oh? A Little cocky, no?"

"It's not cocky if it's true."

I thought about it and eventually nodded.

Interesting…

"So, you're the Santana Lopez that I've heard so much about." She stated, feigning awe.

"The one and only, babe." I cocked my head a little in agreement.

"Well, then that's a shame." She sighed.

I waved my hand for her to continue when she paused for me to reply.

"I mean, it's just gonna be plain mean of me to knock someone so hot off of their pedestal."

I shot forward in my seat and turned to face her. "What in the fuck are you talking about, Blondie?"

"Well," She began innocently. "You're the biggest badass at McKinley, so I've heard. Correct?"

I nodded with an evil grin.

"Yeah, see, that ain't gonna fly now that I'm here. I just transferred from Black River High, where I was known as the biggest badass. I don't plan on losing that title just because my grimy parents got a divorce and made me move schools. Sorry, honey."

I could only stare. Who did this sexy woman think she was?!

I quickly composed myself and slowly leaned over to whisper in her ear, seeing her eyes narrow as I got closer.

"Honey… This town ain't big enough for both of us. And this is my town."

So what did you reckon? Shall I continue this story or just focus on Blood for Blood?