A/N This is my first time attempting to write a Glee Fanfic. I have this idea in my head but somehow when I try to put it into words it seems really.. messed up and confused so I apologize beforehand. Any mistakes made is mine. The starting will be about how New Directions was formed and revolves mainly around Santana but Brittana on the later part of the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

Chapter 1 - The New Directions

"Why?" Santana can't help but question her cousin's statement. Santana is starting her first day of high school tomorrow at WMHS.

"You'll figure it out tomorrow."

The Latina wondered how high school is going to be like. She spent her entire middle school alone as she was perceived as someone who's antisocial. Something happened that made her that way but nobody seemed to care enough to be concerned about the Latina. Why bother explaining when nobody bothers to listen, right?

"Hey there, my name's Dave. How about I bring you for a tour around school since its the first day" Dave suggests to a blonde girl as she closes her locker.

"No thank you" she replied bluntly. She heard too much from her friends about these seniors, about how they treated freshmen and their antics in picking up girls.

"Come on, it won't hurt" Dave stepped closer to the blonde and his friend, Rick, closed in on her.

Dave was about to drag the blonde along when someone reached out and twisted his arms off the blonde's wrist. He yelped in pain as he was shoved against the locker. Rick tried to attack but he tripped and stumbled to the ground.

"You heard her. She said no" the Latina sounded.

Dave isn't one to back down, especially not when he was shoved by a girl. His reputation in school had to be maintained. "Who are you? And it's none of your business!"

The Latina merely smiled and grabbed the wrist of the blonde and walked away from the two jocks.

"Bitch! I'm talking to you!" Dave reach for the Latina. The Latina turned in retaliation and twisted his arm, shoving him onto the ground "and I repeat, she said no."

During the whole scuffle, the blonde stared, dumbfounded at the Latina. Why did the Latina helped her? Why is she holding a plastic board that's dripping with water. And what's more, she's a girl.

"You better watch out, bitch!" Dave spat out to the retreating figures of the Latina and the blonde.

After turning the corner, the Latina released her grip on the blonde's wrist. She turned to the blonde and gave a tight-lipped smile before walking away. The blonde watch the Latina walk away, awestruck, until the bell rang, snapping the blonde back into reality.

"Shit!" She mumbled as she rushes to class.

"Hey! Bitch!" The Latina turn to find herself face to face with a group of jocks. She sighs. Their encounters along the corridors was enough to know she made several new "friends" in school. Though she's trained in martial arts, the amount of jocks greatly outnumbered her. "Tough kitty eh? How about a little cat fight now?" Dave mocked her. The face of the Latina remained stoic. "Think you can outfight us eh?!"

"No."

Dave quirk his eyebrows in surprise. He's leading the group of jocks but the way the Latina shoved him in the corridor made some of them lose their respect for him and he's trying to make them respect him again by seeking out the Latina. In his hands he held a cup of slushy.

Knowing she was outnumbered, the Latina braced herself for what's next. "Look, I won't lay my hands on a girl because it's against the rules of gentleman so I'm letting you go with only a slushy from me. If the other guys want to slushy you then it's their grudge with you for what happened earlier on" he smirked.

The Latina took a deep breath and closed her eyes, bracing herself for the slushies. She heard the sound of slushy hitting someone, or something but she didn't feel anything. Thinking that it did hit her but she can't feel anything, she opened her eyes and found the jocks soaked in slushy. She blinked in amusement as she sees another group of people surround the jocks. The plastic board that she discarded earlier that day was right in front of her.

"Scram!"

Dave scurries to his feet "You.." He looked around and realized he's outnumbered. "Watch out" he said as he retreated, with his gang follows behind.

"Noah. Noah Puckerman." the guy that yelled at the jocks smiled as he turned to face the Latina.

(Flashback)

"The Mohawk kid!" Noah Puckerman turned his head and the scene of a slushy emptying from its cup flashes before him. He shut his eyes tight to avoid slushy getting into his eyes and braced himself for the splash. But the sticky sensation didn't hit his face. He opened his eyes to see a plastic board held out in front of him.

(End of flashback)

"Finn Hudson."

"Mike Chang."

"Kurt Hummel."

"Artie Abrams."

"Tina Cohen-Chang."

"Quinn Fabray."

"Rachel Berry."

"Mercedes Jones."

The Latina looked at the group of people facing her now. "Brittany Pierce". She turn her head around and saw the blonde that was harassed by Dave earlier that day. She nodded and turned her head around to face the others, "Santana Lopez."

"Today's the first day of school and I believe, all of us, in one way or another, had been helped by Ms Lopez here. So I, representing everybody here, wish to thank you for helping us out." Rachel rambled as Santana stared at her blankly.

She nodded before replying "Thank you guys too. For.. You know" she pointed at the slushy on the floor.

"No problem" Puck sent a wink towards Santana's direction, receiving a smile in return.

Rachel clears her throat before continuing, breaking the eye contact between Puck and Santana, "since that's settled, shall we go for lunch?" She claps her hands together in anticipation.

Everyone nodded in agreement and headed in the direction of the cafeteria. Santana took a few steps before looking back, realizing that the blonde wasn't with them and saw her standing at the exact same spot she was in when she introduced herself. "Aren't you joining us?" The Latina questioned.

"No," Brittany smiled, "I don't really want to intrude."

Before Brittany have the chance to process what was going to happen, Santana grabbed her hand and followed the group into the cafeteria.

During the times they spent in the cafeteria, it was only a one-sided conversation of Rachel yapping on about Barbra Streisand until she mentioned a glee club. The group look at Rachel for an explanation. They seemed quite enthusiastic about the Glee club but want nothing to do with Rachel Berry due to her incessant ramblings.

Santana had vocal lessons when she was young but her interest was in martial arts so she stopped her vocal lessons when she was 12.

"There's a teacher in school that was planning on having a glee club but because of the lack of interest from the student population, he didn't really manage to create one. So if we are interested, maybe we can ask him about it. It'll be a great opportunity for me to display my vocal talents to the population of McKinley."

The heads of the people at the table all turned to Santana expectantly. Then it dawned on Santana that they unanimously voted Santana as their leader. The fact that she helped them avoid getting slushed this morning made them look up to her. She took her cousin's advice and brought a plastic board to school. That board managed to help her block some of the slushy that were supposedly to land on their faces. She scrunched her face as she looked at all of them, their faces filled with anticipation. Turning back to Rachel, she nodded.

"GREAT!"

Feeling a squeeze on her hand, she turned and raised her eyebrow at Brittany. "What are you joining?"

She blinked in confusion for a second before it clicks. "The Cheerios."

"Really?" Brittany eyes lit up. Santana nodded in reply.

"Looks like we're going to see a lot of each other."

"You guys are joining the Cheerios too?" Brittany and Santana both turned to face Quinn who shot them both a questioning look, gaining a nod from both of them. She grinned in return. High school is going to turn out better than they expected.

Stepping into school in her Cheerios uniform, Santana caught the leering gazes of the boys. Somebody then hooked her arm around Santana as she walks down the corridor. "Morning!" The voice sounding bubbly as ever.

It wasn't long before her other arm gets entangled in another. "We're going to rock this school." Quinn smiles at the two Cheerios. Brittany gave Santana's arm a squeeze, gaining her attention. She flashed her signature smile at the Latina. The Latina can't help but feel her lips curve up at the corners. She wasn't sure how she really felt but from experience, she's feeling happy.

"Hi my name is Will Schuester and I'll be your teacher in charge for glee club. Since you're all freshmen, the assignment of the week will be: hello. You'll sing a song that you think might suit you. If you think it's awkward to describe yourself, ask someone within the glee club to help you with it."

Mr Schue wheels his chair to the whiteboard to write: "hello"on the whiteboard before wheeling back to the front of the class. "But that aside, I'll like each and everyone of you to do a little performance so I'll have a clear gauge on your abilities."

Rachel's hand shot up immediately and volunteered herself. She strode over to the pianist and whispered something to him and turned back to the group as she cleared her throat.

After everyone did a little performance and self introduction, Mr Schue went on to the important part of glee club. The name of the club. Everybody started suggesting: gleeks, unicorns, Barbra stan, gleezilla.

"New directions." All the heads suddenly turned to Santana who spoke up. Mr Schue's eyes widened and claps his hand together "alright! There we have it, New Directions!"

"Hey loser!" Rachel felt the impact of the cold slushy on her face. The next thing she know, she's being dragged somewhere.

The sound of a door closing made Rachel pray that she wasn't being targeted by a gang of perverted boys as the smell of washroom hit her. Before she can even open her mouth to voice her opinion, a wet tissue was pressed on her eyes and the slushy around her eyes were wiped off, allowing her to open her eyes to get a view of what's happening. Santana is standing in front of her, carefully wiping away the slushy that's on the face of Rachel. "I'm sorry I didn't manage to stop the slushy attack.."

Rachel mouth gaped. The Latina had been nothing but helpful since the first day (this is only the second day though) and now she's apologizing for something she didn't have to bother herself with? What is with this Latina? "You can't be around to play heroine every time you know?" She tried to lighten the mood, noticing the awkward tension in the washroom. Santana's movements halted and looked at Rachel. "I don't mind being a heroine, you know? But I don't really like the spandex suit superheroes always wear so I think I'll just be me."

Laughter echoes the washroom as the two girls laughed at their own jokes. The Latina stopped laughing when she look at the slushy stained shirt of Rachel. She sighs as she reach into her bag and grab a plain white tee. "Your shirt is stained." She waves the shirt in front of her. "Heroine Lopez's white shirt. You better return it."

"Wow. I'm so honored. And another note, you'll probably look hot in spandex since you're already rocking the skin-tight cheerio uniform."

The Latina can't help but smile looking at the closed-door cubicle. After Rachel changed into the plain tee, the two of separated to get to their different classes.

Since she's late, the Latina gained numerous stares when she knock on the door of the Spanish class. "Sorry I'm late"

"Doesn't matter," Mr Schue dismissed her with a wave of his hand. Looking around the class, only the seat beside Brittany was unoccupied "take a seat beside Brittany." Santana was already seated by the time Mr Schue finished his sentence. Brittany was staring at the Latina since she arrived. She turned to Brittany and gave her a smile. "Thank heavens you're beside me" Brittany whispered, "I don't understand what he's teaching for the past 10 minutes."

After school, the trio headed to the field for their first cheerio practice. "Doofus! Get into positions now!" the coach, in red track suit and pants yelled into the loud-speaker. The senior Cheerios all lined up in front of the blonde lady. "All you newcomers, line up behind them! And don't even think about slacking because this is Cheerios, not marshmallows!"

"I like marshmallows." Brittany whispered as the three of them quickly stepped in and join the rest of the team.

"What is wrong with that woman? Is she a psychotic woman who likes to torture students?" Quinn says to the two friends while they're running the track, their sixth round after their cheerio routine. "She's named the winner coach" Santana shrugged while Brittany looked at Quinn blankly.

"Stop yapping and run! If you still have the energy to talk then these are peanuts! You need to toughen up, marshmallows!" Coach Sue Sylvester yelled through the loud-speaker.

Quinn's face scrunch up as they ran past Coach Sue when she's yelling. She's pretty sure her eardrums are damaged, one way or another.

After one torturous day of practice, Coach Sylvester finally calls it a day. The Cheerios all hurried to the washing area to freshen up while the trio stuck around the field. "Gonna be pack. Lets hang back for a bit" Quinn suggested. "It's kind of fun" Brittany chirped, smiling as she took a sip from her bottle. Santana can't help but agree. Sure it was tough but with her girls with her, she's sure she'll pull through. "I'm glad I have you two" the Latina puts her hands on the knee of the two girls as she's sandwiched between them. Her action caused the two blonde to crush her in a hug with her in the middle. Yep, she's definitely feeling what she haven't felt in years. Happiness.

"Let's have a sleep over, the whole of glee club" the Latina suggests.

Quinn eyes widen in surprised, "whose house can fit the whole glee club? I mean. It's going to be one hell of a night!"

Brittany quirks an eyebrow as the Latina turn her attention to Brittany. "Mine."

"Damn girl, I didn't know you lived in a villa!" Mercedes yelled at the Latina.

"Did anybody bring any booze?"

"How big is your television?"

"Do you own unicorns?"

"No but I do own a horse." Santana replied Brittany as the other questions will unravel their answers later. "Can I see it?" The blonde squealed in excitement.

"How about you guys go ahead? Help yourself around the house but please avoid the doors with signs that prohibits entry. Those are my parent's room." Santana took the blonde's hand and proceeded to the horse ranch.

Brittany gaped in awe and she stands before the horse that dons a shiny brown coat of hair. She went on to pat the horse on the head affectionately. "What's his or her name?" The blonde asked, gaze still on the horse. "It's a he. His name is Marc."

"Hey there Marc! I'm Brittany S. Pierce! A friend of your friend, Santana!" the Latina smiles in amusement. People normally refer people as the owner of horses but this girl here refers them to their friends. It's true though, Santana always treated Marc as a friend instead of him being just a horse. Before high school, she'll spend most of her hours walking with or riding Marc, telling him about her day and just lie on the pasture with Marc.

After several minutes of showering her affection on Marc, Brittany turned to Santana and beamed and entangled her fingers with the Latina's. "Let's go before your villa burns down."

Knowing what the blonde meant, she nodded her head and let herself be led by Brittany back to her house.

To their surprise, the glee club settled themselves in the lounge with a movie playing on the screen. Puck helped himself to liquor and several others joined in as they settle around. Brittany and Santana took a seat beside Quinn as she took a sip from her glass of alcohol.

"Want some?" Puck offered the drink to Santana. The Latina smiled and shakes her head "No thank you."

"Anything you say," Puck winked at Santana. Brittany took the glass from Puck and smiled "Thank you, Noah" Puck bursts out laughing "You're welcome, Brittany."

Occasionally, Rachel will burst into a song and the other members will join in, echoing the room with music and voices.

Pretty soon, the peaceful movie and singing turned into a truth or dare session between the members.

The bottle on the table spins and stops, pointing at Brittany. "Truth or dare!"

Brittany closed her eyes and weighs her options "Dare."

Puck grinned at her reply, drunk and liking how this game is progressing. "I dare you.." He stops and take another gulp of the alcohol before blurting out "to kiss Santana!"

"Kiss kiss kiss kiss" the whole room echoed with the voices of the members. Brittany look at Santana seductively, clearly intoxicated. She licked her lips before leaning forward to plant a kiss on the Latina's cheek.

"Boo!" The room echoes. "We thought you were going for the lips!"

Brittany grinned sheepishly at the Latina. Santana shot a wink at Brittany playfully, noting how intoxicated the blonde was. Though intoxicated, the blonde have enough self-control to not overstep the borders. This is just a friendly game of truth or dare after all.

"Next!" Puck shouted, snapping the blonde out of thoughts. She shifted her attention from the Latina to the glass bottle on the table. She spins the bottle, watch it swirl and slows down to single out the next victim.

"Truth or dare!"

"Dare!" The dancer replies immediately.

Brittany squints her eye at Mike while thinking of a suitable dare for the agile dancer. "Do a strip dance. But only your shirt! I don't want to have nightmare!"

"Deal!" The dancer went to the middle and started taking off his shirt slowly and as sexily as he could while dancing to the rhythm of the music that was coming out of the speakers. Wolf whistles were heard as Mike swings his shirt above his head and did several hip thrust before tossing his shirt away.

The night continued on until majority of them pass out from being too intoxicated. Kurt, Santana and Artie were the only few that wasn't intoxicated so they ended up having to carry the ones that passed out into two separate gender guest rooms. Kurt and Artie were offered another guest room by the Latina as they weren't intoxicated and think it's a bad idea for them to be with the drunkard boys because they might throw up everywhere. Agreeing on the rooming, the Latina returned to the room where the girls were in. Though she had the option of sleeping in her own room, she wanted to be there to help the girls should they wake up in the middle of the night needing something. Thankfully, the room had two beds. With Quinn and Brittany on one, Mercedes, Tina and Rachel on the other. Santana went to the kitchen to look for some aspirin that might be needed in the morning. She also filled several glasses with water to put at the bedside. Those girls will need those when they wake up with a massive hangover from the amount of alcohol in their system.

The sound of the door closing gained the attention of the Latina. "Hey mami. You're home." She smiled at the elder Latina. "Having fun?" Santana nodded in reply as her lips curved up. "It's good that you're enjoying yourself. Rest early dear, I'm going to take a shower and hit the sack."

Santana quietly place the glasses of water and aspirin on the bedside table before taking a place beside Quinn. She smiled as she slipped under the covers and drift off into sleep.

"SANTANA!"

The sound of a vehicle screeching and a window shattering was heard. The Latina spun her body around and saw the bloodied body on the floor. She clasps her hand to her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.

Santana jerks awake, panting. The smell of petrichor filled her nostrils as the soft splatter of raindrops echoes in the room. She sighs as she slowly slides off the bed, trying not to wake the girls up. Unknowing to her, a pair of blue eyes were locked on her. The Latina headed to the kitchen for a drink to clear her head. The memories were so vivid, as if it happened yesterday.

"Why are you out here?"

Santana choked on her water in surprise. She coughed as she splutter water out of her mouth. "I'm sorry for startling you!" The blonde rushes over and stoked the Latina's back with her hand.

After the coughing fit stopped, the Latina smiled at the blonde. "And why are you here?"

Not getting the answer she wanted, the blonde continued to ask the Latina questions "Did you have a nightmare?"

Santana was about to reply when Brittany clenches her head. The Latina giggled as she reaches for a new box of aspirin on the medicine shelf. She refilled her own glass and held the medicine and glass to the blonde. "It'll help you with your hangover. Serious."

The blonde took the items with a meek thank you and swallowed the medicine and emptied the glass of water down her throat. "So.. The question earlier.."

Santana wasn't that keen on relieving that memory once again but she didn't want to lie to the blonde. "It's nothing, just some accident that happened while I was younger." She smiled.

Not wanting to pressurize the Latina, Brittany nodded even though she noticed the emotions in the brown eyes of the Latina. She stepped forward and grabbed her hand. "Let's go back to sleep. I'm sleepy."