Chapter One - A Bet to Win a Heart.

Stupid.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Fuck sake Santana. You are so fucking stupid.

I groaned again as I pulled my bag from my locker and crammed in my Latin book. (Don't even ask why I chose to study Latin. I swear to god that I have had enough of translating fucking Latin passages to last me a lifetime. Who knew that a dead language could be so bloody complicated.) I shut my locker and slowly made my way to the classroom. Mr. Molson was already there and glared at me for daring to be a minute late. I looked around the classroom for my seat and was glad to see Sam smiling at me and taking his bag off of the chair so I could sit down. Mr. Molson quickly returned to writing the vocab on the board while chanting 'hic haec hoc' under his breath. I should know what that means by now, but I still don't. I sighed and pulled my stuff out from my bag.

'So what happened this time?' Sam whispered obviously noticing my annoyance.

'Nothing...' I didn't want to admit what I did. Again.

'You asked her out again didn't you?' He concluded.

'No!' Yes. I blushed. People who say Latinas can't blush are kinda wrong. Cos I definitely do.

'Oh my fucking god San. You actually did. Again? Wasn't getting shot down once enough for you? Or twice? Or four times?' He was trying hard not to laugh so he wouldn't get in trouble.

'Shut up ok? You can't blame me for trying.' I growled, copying down the notes on the board to distract me from Sams chuckling.

'Miss Lopez! Please stop distracting Mr Evans and focus on the pluperfect tenses on the board!' Mr Molson said, glaring at me. Sam waited til he turned around before continuing our discussion.

'I can blame you. She won't go out with you. Girls like her just don't go out with complete dorks like you or me.' He too was copying notes, deliberately jogging my left arm to try and get me to mess up my notes.

'She seems different. Like she actually seems into me!'

'She flirts with you because you're a nerd.'

'But I'm not?' I was confused, I was smart but not like straight A's in every subject. A's and B's so smarter than most. But there were more nerdy people. Like Oscar! He was classic textbook nerd, glasses, braces (both mouth ones and shirt ones), smart shirts always tucked into his high waisted trousers. Classic nerd.

'Miss Lopez, Mr Evans. Please be quiet.' Mr Molson said again.

'Chicks like her don't care. She's your lab partner right?' I nodded and looked at him frowing in confusion. 'She wants you to do all the work, she thinks by flirting that you will.' I looked down at my notes blushing again. 'Oh dude, you haven't have you?'

'She has a lot to focus on! What with Cheerios and other schoolwork...' I defended, feeling even more stupid than before.

'And her boyfriend? You know she's dating Mike Chang. They're like a wicked dance duo power couple.'

'Yes Trouty. I know. It's just worth a try.'

'Lopez. Evans. One more word from either of you and you will both be sent to the principals office. Silence. Now.'

After 5 minutes Sam passed me a scrap of paper from his notebook.

Look, I know you really like her, but you gotta let it go. She won't ever go out with you.

I sighed.

I know. I just can't help it. We grew up together and I have always liked her.

Well people like Quinn don't date people like us.

I kno-

Before I could finish my message Mr. Molson came and snatched the paper from my hand and sent us both from the room with after school detention. I didn't care anymore. It was nice to get out of that stuffy latin room. It always stank of feet in there. We walked around the corridors, we had a half hour to kill.

'So... Did you catch that new episode of Young Justice last night?' Sam asked as we got to my locker. He leant against the neighbouring locker watching as I rifled through looking for my lunch bag. The inside of my locker was plastered with pictures of my family and friends. There was one picture of me and Sam that was my favourite, it was a halloween party from last year. I was dressed as Batman, (Yes Batman, the Batgirl costume was waaaayy too slutty) and he was Robin, we had played 'Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock' from the Big Bang Theory, and my Paper disproved his Spock. Therefore I got to be Batman. I chuckle everytime I see it. 'Dude?' I realised he was still waiting for an answer.

'Oh, er. No. I missed it. Babysitting Greg.'

'He's 14...' He looked confused.

'He's immature? Mom and Dad don't trust him alone, not since he held that party when they visited mi tia in Spain.'

'You held that party...' He looked even more confused.

'They don't know that!' I chuckled, all thoughts of being turned down by Quinn Fabray far from my mind.

Suddenly we heard a crash from down the hall and I looked up to see a blonde girl bending over to pick stuff up off of the floor. Sam chuckled. I rolled my eyes and shoved him leaving him alone as I went over to help her. I picked up a notebook, filled to the brim with sheet music. I handed it to her, before I could say anything I was met by a pair of stunning bright blue eyes, staring into my own. I was speechless. I looked at the girl before me, she was so beautiful, her hair had fallen over her face and she pushed it back smiling at me. Her smile was incredible, it was so bubbly and happy.

'Thanks.' She said after a while, taking the bits of paper and notebook from me, snapping me from my daydream.

'No er... no-' I scowled at myself. I couldn't speak.

She giggled and I swore my heart melted. 'I'm Brittany Pierce' She offered me her hand which I took and shook nervously.

'I'm Sam. SAN. Santana Lopez. He's Sam.' I said gesturing behind me. He waved then started fiddling around with my locker.

'Nice to meet you San Lopez. I come from San Fransisco.' She giggled again. So cute. 'I seriously do, I'm new here, I just moved in with my cousin.' She smiled.

'Oh cool, who er... who's your cousin?' I asked returning her smile.

'Quinn. Quinn Fabray? Do you know her?' She looked really hopeful and suddenly I heard Sam bursting into laughter behind me. I scowled again.

'SHE KNOWS QUINN FABRAY ALRIGHT!' He called down, still cackling with laughter. Brittany just looked confused.

'Just ignore him and yea-'

'BRITTANY!' I was interrupter by that voice and immediately my eyes went wide and I blushed.

'QUINN!' Brittany shouted and waved behind me.

'Brittany, come on, you were supposed to be here an hour ago. Stop hanging around with these losers and let's go' Brittany frowned then nodded she looked at me.

'Sorry, I gotta go.' She shoved her stuff into the locker and ran off to Quinn before calling back, 'It was nice to meet you Santana.' She waved and I was smiling. Sam was still laughing so I went over and punched him hard in the arm silencing him immediately. I gotta say, I really like the new girl.

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-Brittany POV-

'Why were you talking to those dorks anyway?' Quinn asked me frowning angrily as she dragged me to the Cheerios locker room. I didn't know what I had done wrong. Was it wrong to make friends with people in Lima?

'San helped me pick up my books... was that bad?'

'Don't call her San. She's Lopez or Dork. Understood? and as for that Sam kid, just ignore him, he's not on the radar.'

'Radar?' This wasn't a submarine, I thought they were the only things to have radars...

'Urg B. Seriously?' I was confused. 'In this school we have a social ladder. At the top are the popular kids. You know? Me, Mike Chang, Mercedes Jones, Noah Puckerman, then you have the less popular, Sugar Motta, Finn Hudson. Then you have people who are ok, like average, like Kurt Hummel or Tina Cohen-Chang. Then there are nerds, like that Sam Evans kid. We usually refer to these as under the Radar. We don't pay much attention to them. Then there are the most annoying people you will ever meet. Rachel Berry is number one on that list, we tend to give her an ice cold slushy facial most days. Then there are people who are so dorky that they are just wrong. The bottom of the food chain, of the social ladder. This is people like Jacob Ben Israel. Then below that you have Santana Lopez. Which is why you never, ever, talk to her again.'

I had tried to keep up, but she made my brain hurt. 'I'm confused.'

'Urg, B it is so simple. You wanna be on top with me? Then do everything I say and do not, I repeat. DO NOT TALK TO SANTANA LOPEZ. Are we clear?' I nodded, not sure why. She seemed really nice. 'Now put this on and I will take you to go meet Coach Sue.' She gave me a cheerleading outfit, which I put on and then followed Quinn to the gym where I met the scariest looking woman I have ever seen.

'Ah, Q, I'm guessing this bean pole is your cousin?' Quinn nodded. 'Excellent. Q. Leave.' She did and I was alone in the gym with the scary lady. Is she going to kill me? 'All right Blondie. I am Sue Sylvester. You wanna be a Cheerio, you're gonna have to prove you're worth it.' I nodded. Isn't a cheerio a cereal? 'Right, well. SHOW ME WHAT YOU'VE GOT.'

Suddenly music filled the room and she gestured for me to dance. I loved dancing so I let myself get lost in the music. After a few minutes the music shut off, leaving the gym silent apart from my heavy breathing. 'You call that dancing?' She questioned. I nodded. 'It'll do and since you don't talk much I kinda like you. You're in.' I wasn't sure whether I should be happy about that. 'Go tell Q and she will explain how this works.' I stood there for a few seconds. 'Leave!' I ran as fast as I could away from scary Sue Sylvester.

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-Quinn POV-

I walked beside Mercedes, my non-cheerio homegirl. She was a massive diva and although we conflicted she was the closest thing to a best friend I had.

'She's so stupid. I had to explain how she shouldn't talk to that dyke Lopez.' I complained. I can't actually believe how stupid Brittany was sometimes. Isn't obvious? I mean sure, maybe if Santana lost the sweater vests and the glasses she might be kinda hot. But the point is she is a nerd and people like me and Britt can't be seen dead with her. Not unless we too want to be below even Jewfro. Ew.

'What's the bet that she'll ask her out before the week is up?' Mercedes giggled.

'Oh my god I know! Imagine if Britt said yes though.' We both pulled a face in disgust at the idea.

'That would be horrible. Poor Brittany.' I suddenly had an idea. It would totally destroy Santana forever.

'Mercy...' I began, the cogs slowly turing inside my head.

'Uh huh.' She said glancing at me curiously.

'What if we told Brittany to say yes? What if we get Santana to fall for her. Then publicly humiliate her? That would be hilarious!' I grinned evilly.

'I don't know Q, isn't that kinda too mean? I mean the slushy facials are bad enough, but that's cruel.'

'Exactly! I bet you Lopez falls in love within 6 months.'

'Seriously I don't know...' She worried her bottom lip and refused to look at me.

'Come on, it'll be a laugh!'

'Fine. I bet over 6 months.'

'Ok deal, if I win and she tells Brittany she loves her within 6 months of them dating then you have to give up on the tots and buy me that new cross necklace I have been admiring.' I said picturing the necklace and smiling.

'And if I win, you're paying for my tots for the rest of high school.' She grinned and I rolled my eyes.

'You drive a hard bargain Mercy. Deal.' We high fived and giggled as a grinning Brittany ran over to us shouting 'I GOT ON THE CHEERIOS!'

Excellent. The bet shall begin.

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A/N Hey everybody I know I am currently working on 'A Knight, A Queen and A Forbidden Love' (or AKAQAFL) but as it's historical, I have a craving to write a modern multichapter fic. Hence this. I will try and get an update every other day. All depends on work and social life etc. Anyway thanks for reading, and please review.

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