Disclaimer: do not own glee or any of the characters
On a mission
Heyy this is my first glee fic so please don't hate. Also it is mainly based on a YouTube fan vid but it was deleted so I can't credit it :'(
Oh and I haven't decided who's going end up with who but theres gonna be some: Brittana, Faberry and Pezberry
Chapter 1 (Santana's POV)
I sat at the coffee shop drumming my fingers impatiently on the table waiting for Berry to get the hell over here. I sighed and checked my phone for texts to find one from Brittany.
Hi S, Im wth Artie – B xxxx
I smiled lightly seeing as it was perfect timing but my jealousy still peeked through. I hated knowing Artie could make Brittany as happy as I made her. It killed me that those two could be together so easily. I was snapped out of my thoughts by the chair opposite scrapping across the ground.
"Santana." Rachel sat nervously fidgeting and put a hand to her fringe straightening it. I noted she was wearing one of her gross jumpers with a carousel horse on it and a tight tartan skirt.
"Berry." I nodded to her. Once again she shifted in her chair and looked around the café. "No ones watching us." Her brown eyes snapped back to me with fear visible inside.
"Why did you ask me to come?" As nervous as she looked, she still had that annoying as crap voice that made her sound like she's too much up her own ass.
"I know, Berry."
"Know what?" Her confident voice shook a little.
"I know you like Quinn, and you know I don't mean in a friendly way." I stated blankly looking into her dark orbs. Her hands clutched on to the table wanting to run away from here.
"That's preposterous!"
"I've seen how you look at her. At first I thought you were glaring at Quinn and ogling Finn but then I kept watching you and found it was the other way around." I leaned closer and her eyes searched mine for bluffing. Then she sighed and clenched her jaw.
"Santana, if you tell anyone-"I cut her off
"I'm not gonna tell anyone" My eyes dropped to my feet. "You're not the only one who started having feelings for a girl." When I looked back up her eyes were wide and her head was leaned to the side. "I have started having a lot of feelings for Brittany…"
"Why are you telling me this?"
"I need your help-"
"If you wanted help coming out you could have gone to Kurt instead of blackmailing me-"
"Let me finish! I need your help and you need mine. Together we can get the blondes we want." She raised her delicate eyebrow at me.
"Why do you need my help?" Even though she looked as confused as hell she looked more relaxed.
"I told B some stuff which made her now believe what we do is what all friends do and that the feelings we have are completely normal between friends. I told her that sex wasn't dating yada yada so that we could do the same stuff together even though she's dating Artie. For some reason B thinks your some kinda genius- and after all the bullshit I've said, you're the only one that could convince her that dating me would be way better then being with Artie." She nodded along to my words she didn't look taken aback by anything I said but went off into thought at the end.
"Okay but why do I need your help?" My head dropped and I gave her one of my 'seriously?' looks.
"Are you kidding me? I'm the closest person to Quinn she doesn't even let Finn know what she's thinking or feeling half the time. I know exactly how to get Quinn's attention and how to keep her interested."
"Alright. I agree to help you as long as you help me." She put her small hand up in an expecting handshake. Was the girl for real? Who makes handshakes anymore? I took her hand not wanting to offend my new partner in crime. "Making a deal with Satan herself…" She muttered.
"Hellz yeah you are." I saw Kurt burst through the door a look of anticipation on his face I waved him over and he come over fast and span a chair to sit next to us.
"So, did Rachel agree?" Kurt said excitedly in his chair I grinned evilly at Rachel and she was looking between me and Kurt before staring confused at me.
"Yep, I told you I would be able to convince her for a wardrobe change. Shall we set off now?" Before Rachel could say anything Kurt pulled her by her arm up and I stood and followed them out to Kurt's amazing car. She glared at me from the other side of the car before getting into the back while I stepped into the passenger seat.
"I honestly believed you wouldn't let us give you a make-over, Diva." Kurt stated clutching his hands on the wheel.
"Well, I decided Santana knew best." She said with her ordinary stuck up tone but glared at me.
Kurt scanned the shops for party looking outfits while I dragged Rachel to the more casual area. I put in her arms: 2 pairs of skinny jeans – one black, one dark blue and 5 pairs of shorts- a pale blue and white stripy pair, a hot pink with black rims, A Cherry red pair, Black ripped and a pale denim pair. Then I piled her with some very short skirts, some v-tops, low cut long sleeves and some awesome shirts where the buttons start at the cleavage. She looked at me exasperated.
"Santana, are you kidding me? I do not need a whole entire wardrobe change!"
"No of course not- you can keep that leather stuff from that mash up performance, the Britney outfit and that black dress you got the first time Kurt gave you a make-over. You better stick to it this time." I said rummaging for more clothes.
"Look I said I wanted your help but this is ridiculous!"
"No it aint! You wanted my help here it is, you're never gonna turn Quinn looking you do."
"But I cant wear half of this stuff to school!"
"You're not gonna wear any of this too school." She bent her petite figure down to put the pile of clothes by her feet and came back looking angry.
"What are you talking about?"
"You're not gonna be wearing this because you're going to be wearing your cheerio uniform."
"WHAT!" She screeched loud enough a few other shoppers looked in her direction.
"I'm making you a cheerio. You've been dancing your whole life it will be easy to get you in and when your not in your usual wardrobe disaster you're not bad looking and as the vice cheerleader if I wantz another cheerleader I getz a new cheerleader." I smiled triumphantly.
"This is too much!"
"C'mon berry, where's your hideously annoying competitive side?"
"I'm not competing with you though am I, Lopez" For some reason it sung when she used my last name even though I always called her by hers.
"No you're not Rachel but you are going to be competing with Finn." She stared at me wide eyed and it made me feel kinda nervy. "What?"
"You just called me, Rachel you've never called me Rachel before." I bit my lip as she stated my subconscious mistake.
"Whatever, R" I said turning my face from hers and handing her the pile of clothes. "Now let's buy this lot."
Peace, Love and Pezberry friendships :D
xxxx