Cherry flavoured slushy soaked Santana's hair and stained her t-shirt as her back slid down the bathroom wall and a tear rolled down her soft cheeks. Right on cue the football team had slushied her, every Tuesday afternoon, between fourth and fifth period, so she would have to go to Spanish freezing, wet and her clothes stained red.
From the cubicle Santana heard someone come in, probably one of the snobby Cheerios to make fun of her. Knowing that she had to go to Spanish Santana opened the cubicle door. In front of the mirror, applying mascara, eyeliner and peach scented lip gloss was the most popular girl in school was Brittany Pierce, captain of the Cheerios and never got a higher grade in any subject than a D-. Secretly Santana was crushing on Brittany, no one knew, she had no friends to force her to tell them anyway.
"Hey you alright?" Brittany asked to Santana's surprise.
"Oh yeah because I'm totally not soaked in slushy am I?" Santana replied sarcastically. Brittany then stared back clearly confused. "You don't understand sarcasm, do you Brittany?" Santana sighed, Brittany shook her head in response. Santana walked out of the bathroom and to her Spanish room.
Nobody took any notice of Santana walking in late and drenched in slushy, at the beginning of the year they might have sniggered and Mr Shuester might have questioned it but with it being the middle of January it was expected. Usually Santana had a spare change of clothes in her locker at all times but she had forgotten which also happened regularly, she would just sit through the day in her clothes shivering, her teeth chattering.
A few minutes later Brittany turned up, nobody really cared if she turned up to lessons or not, to be honest most teachers thought that it didn't really matter if she went to any lessons as her grades were so low, she'd just hold the rest of the class back. Unexpectedly Brittany sat in the empty seat next to Santana and passed her her coat, it was the first unpredictable thing that had happened to Santana in months.
Mr Shuester was just going over something to do with sentence formation, nothing Santana didn't already know as she already spoke fluent Spanish. She just talked to Brittany who Santana just guessed felt somewhat sorry for her and wasn't really listening to anything she was saying, though she didn't miss a single word.
Brittany looked at Santana, wishing that she could be hers. If anybody found out about her thing for Santana Brittany would die, her social status would be tainted and she thrived at the top of the social hierarchy but would die at the bottom. Every one of Santana's words Brittany savoured, the soft yet raspy tones of her voice, the way her lips moved as she spoke and the way she smiled, with her eyes as well. It was as if Brittany felt alive with Santana.
Mainly Brittany was just lonely, when you're popular everyone just assumes you always have plans and as result of this Brittany had a corpse of a social life outside of school. There was also always the fear that everybody hated her for being popular and that all her friends were fake ones who just hung out with her for the status and not the friendship. There was not one person that Brittany could think of outside her family that might give a damn about her truly.
After school Brittany's mom picked her up and asked if anything of interested had happened. "Not much" Brittany replied in a calm voice, what her mom didn't know about though was Santana…
A/N: I do try to write but it only really happens when my internet goes down because I'm boring and spend all day on YouTube, doing homework and watching Glee so we are productive.