So I wanted to write something about Brittana and I always imagine the childhood of them and how adorable they must be so I decided to write a little story which starts at the day they met and ends...I don't know yet.
I will not describe the whole life (would be a bit long I guess) so there will be time jumps. But I always make clear in which time we are ( I hope ;)
Warning: English is not my mother tongue, so there might be some mistakes. I Hope it isn't too bad!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the characters.
Chapter 1: Elementary School – Part 1
Santana walked proudly, her satchel, which was nearly as big as she was, on her back. It was empty, but Santana insisted on taking it with her.
It was her first school day and she was really excited. Her parents always told her, that school is very important and that she has to be good. And that's what she wanted to be. Good. Her parents should be proud of her.
She turned in the direction of her parents, waved at them with a big smile in her face and then went into the school building.
She was a little bit nervous about the other children in the class. She didn't know any of these kids and in Kindergarten she hadn't have many friends. So she really hoped that this would change in school. As she arrived her class room a young lady stood in front of the black board and smiled at her.
"Hallo there", the woman greeted friendly, "I am Miss Peterson. I'm your teacher"
"Hi", Santana replied with a smirk, "I am Santana Lopez"
"Well, nice to meet you Santana. Let's take a look where your seat is, okay?", she asked.
Santana nodded and looked at the tables, which had name badge on it. There were already a few children in the room. A group of boys in the last bank, who were in the middle of a conversation. Two girls, who were showing each other her new hair clips. And a third girl who sit alone. She smiled at Santana and Santana somehow hoped that her place were next to this girl. Sadly it wasn't. Miss Peterson pointed at the chair next to the girls with the hair clips.
"Here Santana", she said friendly. Santana threw a disappointed look on the girl sitting alone and went to her place.
The two girls interrupted their discussion about hair clips and eyeballed Santana.
"Hi", one of the girls said finally, "I'm Ashleigh. This is Marie", she pointed at the other girl.
"Santana", she answered and sank down on the chair. She crossed her arms over her chest and listened to the continuing conversation of the girls. She wasn't sure if she liked them.
She turned her gaze back to the other girl. She had blonde, long hair and blue eyes. She looked to the black board and her face had an enthusiastic expression. She seemed even more excited about school then Santana.
"Hello everyone", Miss Peterson started the lesson, "At first we should get to know each other, so everyone tell us your name, age and something about what your parents do, okay?", she smiled, "Who wants to start?"
Santana raised her hand, so did the blonde girl and few other pupils.
"Let's start with you", Miss Peterson said and pointed at the girl next to Santana.
"Hi, I'm Ashleigh Scott. I'm 6 years old and my Mom is a doctor and my Dad is a movie maker. He is really popular and he knows all the stars. So I have met Tom Cruise and many other celebrities", she told with a bragging voice.
A murmur passed through the class. Santana rolled her eyes.
"This is really cool Ashleigh", Miss Peterson praised her, "So you're next"
Santana cleared her throat. "I'm Santana Lopez. I'm also 6 years old. My dad has a own practice in Lima Heights and my Mom..is a Mom", she smirked, "Oh and I have a big brother"
"Me next please", the blonde girl said and raised her hand as high as she could.
Miss Peterson laughed slightly. "Okay"
"I'm Brittany S. Pierce. I'm 7 years old and I have a younger sister, she is 5, but she is very smart! My mother works together with storks...I think. She always tells stories about babies so it must be something with storks.."
The laughter of the class predominated her next words.
"Quiet please!", Miss Peterson warned the class, "And what does your Dad do?", she asked slightly confused.
"I'm pretty sure my Dad is a superhero", Brittany told with a proud voice, "He mostly works at night and when I asked him, what he is doing he said 'You wouldn't understand honey'. But he only said that because he couldn't tell me the truth. Because nobody can know about it"
Again the class started to laugh, even louder then before. Only Santana didn't laugh. She just smiled.
During break the pupils weren't allowed to be inside, but the school had a huge schoolyard.
Santana was sitting on a bench and watched the others. She spotted Brittany who was looking for food at the bottom side of her lunch box, after she hadn't found anything else inside.
A group of children from her class went toward Brittany, including Ashleigh and Marie.
"Hey stupid!", one of the boys hustled Brittany. The girls giggled.
"Please don't call me that", Brittany said with a shyly voice.
"Oh I'm sorry", the boy answered ironically.
"It's okay", Brittany smiled. The group started to laugh and Brittany realized, that the apology wasn't real. She looked at her feet sadly.
"Can I tell you a secret?", another boy asked.
"Yeah..", Brittany answered without looking at him.
"Your dad isn't a superhero. He just know that you are too STUPID to understand, what he is really doing"
Again all the girls giggled.
Brittany didn't answer to that, but Santana could see how sad the words made her.
"Hey jerks!", she walked toward them and placed herself in front of them.
They turned her head away from Brittany to Santana. "What do you want?", one of them asked.
"Leave her alone or I will kick your asses!", she looked at them angrily.
The group of children laughed. "Pretty big mouth for such a little girl"
They were right. Santana was little for her age, but that didn't mean that she didn't know how to fight.
Before anyone could do anything, one of the boys had Santana's fist in his face. The boy cursed and held his bleeding nose. The terrified girls screamed and ran away.
But Santana didn't stop. She tackled another boy down to the ground and started to punch into his face. Suddenly she could feel how somebody grabbed her at her shirt and her jeans, picked her up and throw her away. She slid roughly over the stony ground, but tried to stand up as fast as possible. She ran back to the boys and kicked one of them between the legs. He howled painfully.
But another boy raised his arm and punched her in the stomach. She staggered back, straight into the arms of a third one. He grabbed her and pressed her arms against her body so that she couldn't move them anymore.
The guy with the bleeding nose grinned and went towards Santana. She tried to free herself from the grip, but the boy was too strong, so there was nothing she could do.
"Time for revenge", Nose-bleed said and raised his fist.
Santana closed her eyes, awaiting the pain.
"Stop it!", a man shouted and ran towards the kids.
Suddenly the boys let her go, acting all innocent. But Santana, who wasn't aware of the situation tried to attack again.
The man reached after her and hold her tight. "I said, stop it!"
"See!", Nose-bleed said, "She is crazy. She attacked us. We just tried to protect us!"
"We will see that!", the man said, still holding Santana.
"That's how we do it in Lima Heights", she screamed, still raging while the man pulled her away.
Santana sat on a chair in front of the principal office. She was nervous. Her parents were on the way, because the principal called them. They weren't bad people, but they were strict and Santana crewed up on the first day at school. This meant some kind of punishment for sure.
Plus her body really ached from the fray.
She would deny it, if anybody asked but inside she knew she underestimated the boys. She could never ever beat them all. If the principal hadn't interfered, it would probably went pretty bad for her.
"Hey", she heard a voice and lifted her head. Brown eyes met blue eyes and suddenly Santana felt a lot better.
"Are you in trouble because of me?", Brittany asked shyly.
"No", Santana answered quickly, "No. It's not your fault...but yea. I'm in trouble. The principal called my parents and wants to talk to them"
Brittany looked at her sadly. "I'm sorry. You shouldn't have done this. I'm not worth it. And they were right. I am stupid"
"Don't say that! They're jerks and they deserved it. You are not stupid"
Brittany smiled happily and sat down next to Santana. "I will wait with you until your parents are here"
"You don't have to", Santana shook her head, "Your parents surely are waiting for you at home"
"No", a sad expression appeared on her face, quickly replaced by a grin, "Sometimes I get lost in the sewers and come home not until evening. My parents don't care"
Suddenly Brittany opened her eyes widely. "You are hurt!", she pointed at Santana's arm. Her t-shirt was ripped and her upper arm bled.
"That's nothing", Santana lied, "Don't worry"
Brittany leaned toward her and kissed her on the cheek. "You're my hero, San!"
Santana blushed. San. She liked the sound of it.
"And you're cute", Brittany added with a huge smile.
"Shut up", Santana muttered embarrassed, "And listen! If any of these guys or anybody else is ever mean to you, just tell me okay? They will pay for it!"
"You are really nice! Can we be friends?", Brittany asked and gazed at Santana hopefully.
Santana smiled. "Of course"
"Yeah", Brittany cheered quietly and raised her pinkie.
Santana laughed and hooked her pinkie in Brittany's.