A/N : Just for your info. in this story there was never any Brittana , Beth was never born . Those are just the two big changes , there will be a few minor changes but I thought those were important . Enjoy !
The first day of the Latina's freshman year and her hair is insisting on going every which way other than the way she wants it to . She is determined to make an impression of being head bitch straight out of middle school . Making sure it would happen , Santana already tried out for the schools' cheerleading squad The Cheerios . An angry Santana pulls her hair into a high pony tail and continues to admire herself in the mirror . The Cheerios uniform Coach Sylvester had given her fit tight in all the right places .You see she never wanted to be called the names the girls have already started calling her in summer camp . It just happened , the uniform came with responsibility and of course the typical comments made about cheerleaders . I mean some of the girls on the squad do get around way more than anyone should admit . But that doesn't mean Santana was exactly the same . She had fooled around once our twice with guys on the football team of course, but that did not make her a hoe .
"Mija, breakfast is ready." She quickly ran downstairs to greet her mother with a warm smile.
"Good morning, Madre." She placed a soft kiss on her mothers worn face. Her mom was very excited to learn that she had joined the squad. It gave her less time to be with boys, in her mom's words . Not hers . She had made it clear to her mom that she wasn't interested in boys her freshman year. In middle school she spent little time worrying about guys, much less than her friends. This year is all about her and getting to the top, no boy was going to distract her from getting there. Santana ate her eggs quickly before running back upstairs .
"Are you ready to go?" Her mom called after her .
"Yes , I'll be down in a few minutes." Santana yelled back, she grabbed her bag and sprinted down the stairs.
They pulled up in front of McKinley High, the place she would spend the rest of her four years of school. She shot her mom a worried look and her mother returned a knowing smile.
"It'll be okay, Santana. I'm sure you'll love it." Her mom places her hand on her shoulder reassuring her statement.
"What if they don't like me? Mom, the girls on the squad tolerate me only because of Sue. She says we have to work together, but when we're out of practice she doesn't give a fu- crap about what we do to each other." Santana stumbles over her words, knowing she almost dropped the F bomb in front of her own mother. Her mom's eyes widen in response and she shoots Santana a heated glare.
"They will Tana, I promise." She places a soft kiss on her daughters cheek before she exits the car. She watches as Santana reluctantly climbs the front stairs of the school.
The day goes by pretty fast, and Santana is pleased by the way people part for her in the hallways. She feels powerful, almost like she can get away with anything. And after a while she comes to realize she can. It's time for her 7th period and she walks to her locker to place the textbooks she has collected throughout the day. That's when she sees her, her blonde hair is pulled into a tight pony tail just like the one Santana has secured on top of her head. Santana watches as she pulls out books from the bag she carries over her shoulder, she's gorgeous. She has no idea where that thought came from because she only thought that highly of her mother.
"Hi I'm Quinn." The blonde whose name Santana now knows sticks out her hand. Santana stares down at her hand with a dazed look, she mentally shakes herself and returns the gesture.
"I'm Santana." She quickly places her books in her now ajar locker. Quinn closes her locker which is two to the right of Santana's.
"You're a cheerleader too? Wow, I guess everyone is either on the squad or a football player." Santana stares at her with a confused look, why is she talking to her? She barely met her and now she's trying to have a conversation like she's known her for years.
"Hm, no. There are a lot of people who aren't duh. Look around we're the only cheerleaders in this hallway. Are you blind or something?" That's it her bitch walls are up and she's on full guard. Her cousin had told her about this over the summer, do not make friends it will make you seem desperate. Keep acquaintances never a friend. The blondes small grin disappears quickly and she gives Santana a guarded expression.
"No I'm not fucking blind, dumbass. If I was I wouldn't be a Cheerio, now would I?" She turns on her heels and stomps down the hall, bumping shoulders with a few students.
Santana stares after her and her jaw falls as she watches her disappear with the flood of students rushing to their next period. She quickly closes her mouth and heads towards her last period of the day. She needs to find out exactly who that girl is because she is seriously going to be a competitor for the top slot. Santana's not afraid of anyone yet this girl made her feel so uneasy, and unsure of herself. How did she have that effect on her if they only talked once? The thought never left her mind as she rushed to her class.
The locker room is full of different sounds, her body is dripping of sweat. Santana grabs a towel from the many racks and wipes away the droplets from her forehead and neck. Cheerios practice was intense and hard as fuck. She tried to steady her breath, out the corner of her eye she sees the figure of the blonde from earlier. What's her name? She searches through her brain trying to find the answer to her internal question. She doesn't notice that the girl is talking to her until she hears a loud smack and a pain in her right arm.
"What the fuck!" Santana exclaims as she tries to rub the burning sensation she feels in her arm.
"I have talked to you for like 10 fucking minutes, are you deaf or something?" The blonde smirks at her, clearly she doesn't know time because they have only been out of practice for about 2 minutes.
"What do you want?" Santana says sharply and proceeds to undress herself.
"I asked if you wanted to like, um come over to my house or something?" It's the second week of school and they barely had any dialogue yet here they were.
"I have to ask my mom, and what makes you think I want to come to your house?" The words come out hastily and without watches as the blonde shrugs on her side.
"We should get to know each other if you're going to be co-captain to me next year." Santana's stiffens and her back straightens at the girls comment.
"Co-captain?" Santana narrows her eyes at the girl in front of her. She can't remember her name, it's driving her crazy.
"Yes, Coach said next year I will be head captain and you will be my Co-captain." Santana raises her hand to cut off the rest of her statement.
"I know what you said, but listen her Blondie. If you think I'm going to be taking orders from you, you got another thing coming." Santana grabs her bag and motions for the girl to follow her, to her surprise she does.
"I knew you would say something like that, but we're both on the same mission here. We both want on top and the only way to get there is to work together. Hey, two is better than one." She smiles at the Latina as they make their way out of the already abandoned locker room.
"Okay I see, so we work together to get where we both want. But on one condition!" The blonde nods her head and Santana proceeds, "I have an equal say in what happens with anything and everything on the team." Santana smirks at the thought of having power over everyone.
"Deal." The blonde falls into stride on Santana's left side, their arms brush and Santana makes it obvious that she doesn't like to be touched by distancing themselves.
"So where do you live Goldilocks?" They stop before they exit the front doors.
"My name is Quinn, and just down the street we can walk." Santana rolls her eyes, "Unless you're to good for walking?" Quinn teases her.
"No, I can walk so shut up. This better be fun or you are going to regret showing me where you live." Quinn stops abruptly, and turns to smile at the Latina just a few strides behind her.
"Oh trust me, it will be." Quinn grabs Santana's hand and pulls her down the sidewalk.
