A/N: The same ol' story, I don't own Glee or anything about it. In fact this story only slightly resembles Glee, I'll be working on a few chapters of this, but if I don't get enough response it may not stay updated very frequently. So, give me some kind of response (even if it's brutal haha) Otherwise, enjoy!
Santana was an out going girl through grade school, in fact many of the kids were afriaid of her and another girl. She never really understood why, she'd always been nice to people. The truth was, she was very much one of the boys, she had no issue playing football with them at recess and initiating snowball fights before the teachers came to break it up. She never saw a problem with it.
As junior high started, she began to realize that being one of the boys didn't exactly get you the boys you'd long sought after. When all of the elementary schools combined, she noticed the other girls were in cute shirts and jeans, their hair was done and some actually had already started wearing make up. Now, she wasn't about to make an over night transformation, but she started adding extra girly things to her wardrobe. Being the younger of 2 kids, she'd already been given hand-me-downs from her sister but many of the things were not Santana's style.
Luckily for her, money wasn't an issue, and her closet quickly filled with the popular brand of clothing. With the new wardrobe, she began making more friends. She was still a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl who'd rather just leave her hair down or up in a pony tail than learn to do anything else with it, but with her new friends, who had the skills of french braiding and other fun things, she no longer had to learn the art of "doing one's hair."
Santana was sitting in the middle of her choir room, waiting for class to start when Quinn, a girl she'd recently met in one of her previous classes, sat down next to her.
"Hey Santana, I didn't know you'd be in this class! Now we have two classes together, that's awesome!" Quinn beamed, linking her arms with Santana who's face burned from the closeness.
"Heh, yeah, I liked choir class in grade school, and the teacher said I was pretty good, so I figured I'd keep going." The badass Santana Lopez from grade school was long gone, replaced by a shy insecure version.
As class began, they did warm ups and listened to the teacher talk about possible songs they would be singing for the winter performance a few months away.
"Santana, you're pretty good from what I can hear." Quinn whispered. Santana smiled thanking her and returning the compliment. "We should hang out sometime." As Santana was about to answer the door to the choir room opened and a blonde girl in braided pig tails walked in, a smile spread across her face.
"Miss PIerce I presume?" The teacher spoke, her eyes narrowing from her perch against the piano. The girls smile fell, her eyes focused on the floor.
"I'm sorry Ms. H, Mr. Thompson needed me to stay after class and then I just kind of got lost coming here. It won't happen again, I swear." Ms. H, as everyone called her, nodded to the empty chair next to Quinn and resumed her speech about proper diction and pronunciation when singing.
"Britt, I told you I would've waited for you after class." Quinn whispered quickly. Brittany merely shrugged and smiled back at her friend. When class was over, Brittany, Santana and Quinn all realized they had lunch together.
"Oh, by the way, Santana this is Brittany, she's one of my best friends, we grew up together. Britt, this is Santana, we have gym together and as you saw, choir and now lunch." Quinn smiled, she had a feeling the three of them were going to quickly become inseparable.
Inseparable seemed to be an understatement. The classes Santana didn't have with Quinn, she realized she had with Brittany so naturally, they sat together in all of their classes. In the mornings when the girls would get to school early, they would sit in the cafeteria and Brittany would put Santana's hair into two french braids. It became a calming mechanism, the feel of Brittany's fingers running through her hair, and the way they quietly made fun of other students sitting around them. After school they'd go to one of their houses, Brittany and Quinn living out in the more country part of town, a 20 minute drive from school, and Santana only 10 minutes. A lot of their time spent at Quinn's or Brittany's. Santana's dad was always driving around town for his job and had no issues with the longer trek to pick up Santana later in the evening.
Brittany was sitting on top of one of tables with Santana between her legs on the bench below one morning before first period, not having to do Santana's hair that morning, they sat watching the boys congregate at an adjacent table and a few of the older kids talking at another.
"Hey San?" Santana looked up at Britt, watching as she bit her lip nervously. "I'm thinking of trying out for the dance team here. I figure the cheerleaders are pretty lame but the pom & dance team seems to have the cooler people."
"You should. You're a great dancer, besides I'm pretty sure you guys get the halftime performances, not the cheerleaders. It's obvious what the better choice is." Santana scoffed, looking at the girls in the cheerleading uniforms and the ones on the pom team who didn't feel the need to wear their uniforms to school. She could tell Brittany was still nervous about her decision. "Hey, just tell me when it is and I'll wait for you after school. My dad can pick us up and maybe you can just stay at my house for the night since you live farther away." She reached up, squeezing Brittany's knee in an attempt to comfort her.
"That would be awesome. Thank you so much San. You're my best friend! Well, other than Quinn of course." Santana laughed.
"Well, obviously B, we are the three musketeers! Nothing can separate us!"
When the bell rang Brittany linked arms with Santana, her elbow locked tight knowing Santana would try to squirm out of the simple embrace like she usually did.
"Why do you do that?"
"Do what?" Santana looked at her, confused.
"Try to break out, like you're afraid or something."
"I don't know, it just seems weird I guess. I mean I don't mind it, but something just seems, weird, but you can Quinn just can't seem to stop."
"We like to watch you squirm." Brittany smiled, then whispered, "I think it's really cute how hard you try to fight it." Santana could feel her face redden. "It's even cuter that your face gets so red."
"Ok, so, class time. Let's learn some Science!" Santana hurried towards her seat, even though she always sat next to Britt, the short amount of space was essential to calm her nerves.
The rest of the day progressed just like any other. Between Quinn and Brittany constantly trying to make her squirm she finally decided to just suck it up and not let it get to her. When Santana got home, she flopped onto her bed and started doing her math homework so that she could get it over with. She heard the phone ringing but figured her parents would answer it since it's usually for them.
"Santanaaaa, phooooone!" Santana flipped off her bed, grabbing the green cordless from her desk in the corner, which was less of a desk and more of a glorified shelving unit for pictures and random junk.
"Hello?"
"Heeeyyyyy!" Brittany and Quinn sang in unison.
"Oh, Hey guys! What's going on?"
"Well, we figured since you couldn't come hang out with us tonight, we'd at least call you and pretend you were hanging out with us." The girls talked for another twenty minutes about class and homework. Santana ended up helping Brittany with a few problems since she'd finished it right before they called.
"Hey, I have a fun idea, hold on I'm going to put you on speaker phone. Britt stand to the other side of the table. No, the other side. Stop, right there, do NOT move." Santana laughed, imagining Brittany shuffling around Quinn's table.
"Okay, I'm going to put the phone on the table, ask a question and then spin the phone, who ever it lands on is the answer of the question. Santana if it lands on the phone cradle, that's you and we'll tell you. Okay, who will get kissed first."
"Brittany! Haha, okay Britt, ask a question."
"Um... Who will... have sex first?... Quinn! San, it's your turn!"
"Who will have kids first?"
"Ah, what am I a whore?" Quinn screeched. "Ugh, who will get married first?"
"Oooo Sanny gets married first!"
"I don't like this game anymore."
"Aww, Q, is it because you're getting knocked up without getting married first?" Britt innocently asked, causing Santana to burst into laughter.
"It's okay Quinny I don't think I'll be getting married anytime soon so you have plenty of time to pop out a kid before I do haha" Santana could hardly hold in her laughter. Before she could make anymore smart remarks Santana heard her father calling her for dinner. "Sorry guys but it seems dinner is served, I'll see you guys tomorrow and Britt, we still on for after school?"
"Yeah, see you tomorrow!" Brittany chirped, the excitement barely contained in her voice. After they hung up Quinn looked at Brittany, her eye brow raised.
"She's hanging out after school after my try outs for the pom team." Brittany shrugged. "I knew you had to be home for when your brother gets home from school and Santana offered to stay after and said I could stay at her place so.."
"Well, that's cool of her. I'm glad we are all friends, she seems really cool." Quinn spoke, absentmindedly.
"Yeah, I'm glad too. You two are my best friends. I don't think any one else really understands me like you guys do. I mean I have friends at the dance studio, but they go to the other junior high so that doesn't count." Quinn smiled at her simplicity and pulled the girl towards the living room to watch TV before Britt's mom came to pick her up on her way home from work.
Santana sat through dinner, having mindless conversation about her day with her parents, and reminding them that Brittany would be coming over after school the next day. This would be the girls' first sleepover at Santana's house, and she was very anxious. She was also excited to watch Brittany's try outs. She figured they wouldn't openly allow her to sit and watch but having the benefits of an older sister she'd been informed of the blind spots of the gym where she could watch without being caught. Santana had only seen Brittany dance a few times, but whenever she did, she couldn't keep her eyes off of the way Brittany's body moved. As if her bones only existed when she needed them to and everything else just bent with ease. She knew, if given the chance, she would sit and watch Brittany dance everyday for the rest of her life, happy. A feeling that nagged in the back of her mind, but was consistently ignored.
