This is my first g!p fic, and I have no idea what I've gotten myself into, nor do I know what I'm doing. Anyway, this is a mult-chapter story, so stick around.

I walked down the hallway, heading straight for my locker. I had two tests this morning and I did not want to forget my notes. I know I was supposed to be this popular girl and everything, but that was most by design and because of my friends. Cheerleading wasn't for me, but soccer had always sort of been my thing so that's what I stuck with. Brittany and Quinn supported me always.

I opened my locker and pulled out my books, resting them against my hip as I eyed my daily schedule. I could skip gym if I wanted to and study then. "Hey San." Brittany said as she wrapped me into a hug. I hugged her back and then pulled away when I felt my books slipping from my hand.

"Hi Britt, what class do you have first?" I asked her as we headed down the hallway side by side.

"Spanish, which is gonna suck. Wanna switch with me?" She questioned with hopeful eyes. I stopped in front of her Spanish room and shook my head 'no', I wish I could switch but that wouldn't do Brittany any good.

"Maybe some other time, B." She reluctantly went into the classroom, and I spun around and headed for the library. I sat down at an open table and pulled out my notes for math. I figured if I just practiced a few problems then I would be set for the test.

I began scribbling down in my notebook making sure I got every detail correct. My parents wouldn't be happy if I didn't do well on this test, they put a lot of faith in me when it came to school. "Santana." I looked up and saw Rachel Berry standing in front of me with her books pressed against her chest and a nervous smile on her face. "I was wondering if you'd help me with a problem." I stared at her for a few moments before clearing my throat. Was she out of her mind?

"No." I said before returning to my own work. Rachel scuffed and sat down next to me anyway. "Is there a part of 'no' that you don't understand?"

"You're not being fair. I just want help with a problem; you're the smartest person in class-."

"Oh say that again, I love being told that I'm the best." I said before slamming Rachel's book shut. "You don't need that, here…" I took the sheet of paper out of her hands and looked at it for a moment. "It's easier if you look at it backwards, find y first, then…" I slowly showed her each step to the problem. "Y presto." I said before sliding the sheet back over to where she was.

"Why didn't Mr. Davis explain things like that?" Rachel asked rhetorically.

"Because he's a moron." I replied. "You can go now." I said before returning to my notebook. Rachel didn't move and after about five minutes I decided to pack my things up and stand. "Or I can just leave."

"Are you that freaked out by being seen with me?" Rachel asked standing up to face me. I didn't have time for this, I didn't want to deal with anything other than I had to. Rachel Berry was not a part of my agenda, not now and not ever.

"Get off your high horse Berry, not everything is about you." I said before leaving the library and heading out to my car. I got in the backseat and rested my hands on the seat in front of me. I could feel the bulge growing bigger by the moment. I knew I shouldn't have hugged Brittany earlier, any time we touched I practically exploded.

I kept my hands on the seat in front of me and tried to will the hardness away. I looked down at my lap and hated wearing skinny jeans and myself for getting like this today. My special shorts were making the strain almost painful. I would just stay in here until-.

There was a loud knocking noise at the window and I looked up to see Quinn. She didn't say anything as she slid into the seat next to me. "What are you doing out here?" I quickly covered my lap and shrugged my shoulders. "I thought you had gym."

Could she just get to the point already? "What is it?" I asked her.

"Wanna skip school?" She asked showing no signs of kidding. "Oh right I forgot, you're such a good girl." Quinn said rolling her eyes. "Whoa is that for me?" She asked with a wink looking down at my lap.

"Shut the fuck up." I told her as I grabbed the car door and pushed it open. Quinn reached across my lap and closed it before I could get out.

"Oh come on, I was just kidding, jeez." Quinn said before reaching down and grazing my hard on the back of her hand. "What are you too afraid to take care of it?" I let her run her fingers up my thigh but I grabbed her wrist when she tried to touch me there again.

"It's disgusting, okay? Please don't ever touch me like that again." Quinn shifted in her seat and waited for me to speak again. "Please leave." Quinn wanted to say something, but she didn't. I decided that I wouldn't be able to be in here much longer, because in a second I might have to ask Quinn to touch me, so I just left.

Two tests, and soccer practice, today was going to be shit.

I walked upstairs, well limped was a better way of putting it, after that tough practice I felt like death. I needed a bath and pronto. When I got into my room I tossed my duffle bag on the floor and walked into my bathroom. I turned on the water, pulled off my shirt, and tugged down my shorts. Next off was my bra, but I kept on my spandex, I didn't want to look at it right now.

I thought about earlier and what happened with Quinn, I had to go over everything that happened to avoid situations like that. Brittany hugged me, then I talked to Rachel, but that was it. Why did I get so hard from nothing?

I was so stupid.

I pulled down my shorts and kept my eyes on the hot water. I was hard again, I could feel it. I got into the bathtub and sat in utter silence for a while. Why won't this go away?

I knew what I could do, I knew how easy it was to just slide my fingers down and wrap them around my-.

I knew that I was so different from an early age. I knew that I could never be normal, I played tag like a normal kid, but when you stripped me down to just my body, I was a freak.

Puberty hit me hard. I remember locking myself in my room for a week, and practically passing out from the pain of never once touching it. Even till this day, I don't touch it, it's better that way.

Of course, Quinn and Brittany know about it. Brittany accidently hit me there once and when I doubled over in pain, they both had to find out. Quinn made jokes about it to cope with the shock, but Brittany always asked about me and wanted to know more even if I wasn't willing to give her very many answers.

I got out of the bathtub and dried my body off, throwing on some pajama pants and a tank top. I picked out my outfit for school tomorrow, sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a zip up hoodie. I was not looking for best dressed at all.

I heard a knock at the door and I mumbled a little come in before I started packing up my backpack. "San?" I turned around and saw Brittany standing there with a frown on her face.

"B, what are you doing here?" I asked her.

"I couldn't go to sleep. Can I stay here?" She asked already unzipping her jacket. She pulled down her sweatpants and kept on her long sleeve Cheerios shirt. I guess she really didn't need an answer because she was already getting under my covers.

"Sure B." I said before walking over and getting into the bed next to her. "Is everything okay? At home I mean." She rolled over and looked at me with those big blue eyes of hers.

"My parents are away on business as usual." Brittany said quietly. "I just get lonely sometimes."

"Well you can always come over here B." I told her. "Now get some rest." I told her as I rolled away from her. I tried to keep my distance between us, the last thing I needed was to get excited in the middle of the night. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, San."

So this is just a start, and my first g!p fic, well I guess I'll just have to see if anyone reads this and wants me to continue.