A/N: The BIG first step! My first FF, just testing the water. I apologize for any mistakes, English is not my first language. :)

It was the first day of my senior year in McKinley High. I walked down the familiar hallway with a bright smile on my pale face. I saw my two best friends standing in front of my locker when I was about ten feet away from there. I started to walk faster because god I missed my best friends. I didn't get to hang out with them during the summer because my parents decided that a visit to my grandparents' house was something fun to do. Before I could greet my friends, I felt a rough tap on my shoulder. I turned around and the next thing I saw was blue. I didn't have to open my eyes to know that now my face and my shirt were covered in slushie.

"Whoa…I didn't know blue suits you more than red. Thank me later, Brettney Spears." The sound of high-fiving followed shortly after that. Once again, I didn't have to open my eyes to know that it was Dave Karofsky and Azimio Adams.

I fucking hated this but from the laughter I heard around me, I could tell the other students found me being slushied was something funny.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" came from one of my best friends as he tried to wipe the blue substance away from my face.

"I'm okay, Kurt. It's just slushie, nothing I'm not familiar with." I said reassuring while wiping the sticky liquid away from my eyes.

"They're so out of line, it was four cups of slushie." This time it was Blaine's voice.

"Look at the bright side, they didn't slushie you two. So, I guess it's not that bad." I said in a cheerful voice.

"Let's get you to the restroom. Where is your extra shirt? Is it in your bag?" Kurt asked while tugging me and I just nodded.

High school had always been about popularity. Everyone in this school wanted to be on the top of the social ladder because if you were not, let's just say, life would be a little tough. The jocks and the cheerleaders were on the top. Everyone in this school wanted to be their friends but I had never interested in befriending them. They were all idiots and well, idiots. Next were the normal kids. Well, I didn't know exactly how a normal kid looked like. I guessed those who weren't jocks or cheerleaders and also weren't geeks or nerds could be considered as normal kids. The geeks and the nerds were at the bottom of the ladder. And you know what? That wasn't even the worst part because our school had a glee club, and those clubbers were in the basement. Can you imagine that? Oh, I sure as hell can. See, my gay best friends Kurt and Blaine were in the glee club and it must be some kind of a miracle that they didn't get slushied just now. I guess I'm their lucky star.

"Okay, all done. We're going to our class now, so see you at lunch." With that, Kurt and Blaine walked out of the restroom and disappeared down the hall.

I didn't understand. I wasn't in the glee club and I still get slushied just as much as the glee clubbers. I might not be the coolest kid on the block but…okay so maybe I was in the chess club and the comic book club, it didn't really help with the popularity but still, I was not a glee clubber.

I shook my head and walked out of the restroom. I made a beeline to my locker and opened it to take out my English book.

"Good morning"

"Hey, looking good."

"See you at lunch?"

I glanced to my side and saw,

Santana Lopez.

She was the captain of the Cheerios, cheerleading squad of McKinley High. It was such a weird name for a cheerleading squad, right? Yeah, well. I thought so, too. Anyway, she was also the most popular girl in this school. Every guy wanted to be with her and every girl wanted to be her. Count me out, the cheerleaders were idiots. They think they could charm everyone just because they were hot. It was so superficial.

I would be lying if I said she wasn't beautiful, though. She was the most beautiful person that I had ever seen. Her long raven hair was tied up into a high pony tail, her big brown eyes, her cute nose, her tiny ears, her red full lips and damn those toned legs. She was also very different. I mean, she was a cheerleader, but she never slushied anyone. She even stepped in between Karofsky and Kurt when Karofsky tried to dump Kurt in the trash. She was so kind and lovely. Okay, so fuck my previous statement about cheerleaders. Maybe I had a tiny, just a really tiny crush on her. I mean, who wouldn't. She was just perfect like that.

What made things even more perfect was the fact that her locker was right beside mine. I secretly watched her every morning before we had to go to our class separately. We've never had a conversation though. It was mostly because…

"Hey, S."

Speaking of the devil. I mean, really. They were like a pair of conjoined twins. I always got interrupted when I finally worked up enough courage to talk to the girl.

"Hey, Kitty."

Kitty was the total opposite of Santana. She was mean and arrogant. She thought she was the HBIC in this school. Well, I hate to tell her this, but she was just a lost little kitten who follows Santana everywhere. Enough about her, I closed my locker and was about to walk away when I heard,

"I don't understand. He looks like he hasn't taken a shower in years. Look how sticky he is."

"Well, maybe Karofsky should've-" that was all I heard before she disappeared into the crowd.

~~~xxx~~~

"Ah! Good morning, Mr. Pierce."

"Good morning, Ms. Holliday. And it's Brett." I winked at her before I went to my seat. Ms. Holliday was my favorite teacher. She was ridiculously funny and amazingly nice. Her class was always fun. Plus, she had a pair of sexy long legs. What's not to like, right?

"Hi, Brett." The girl sat beside me greeted me with a shy smile.

"Hi, Marley." I smiled back.

"I missed you, you know. Where have you been all summer?" I cocked an eyebrow at her and saw her cheeks turned pink.

"Um…my parents and I went to my grandparents' in Florida."

"Oh…maybe we could hang out today? You know, like catch up or something? You can tell me how the trip was."

"I'd love to. But I have this chess thing and…" I saw her smile faded when I said this.

"Okay…um…next time, maybe?" She asked with so much hope in her eyes.

"Sure." I smiled. I felt really bad for turning her down, but I wasn't lying. I had this chess club meeting after school.

"Enough flirting with the pretty girl, Mr. Pierce." Ms. Holliday smirked when I turned to look at her. She winked at me and continued to explain the syllabus. Suddenly, I felt really awkward. I wasn't flirting with Marley. I took a glance at Marley and saw a shade of red on her cheeks. Well, fuck me.

~~~xxx~~~

"Stop it, Pierce."

It was lunch time. We were sitting at a table in the cafeteria, having our lunch. At least Kurt and Blaine were having their lunch. I know I was staring. Again. But I couldn't help it.

"Seriously, Brett. You should stop with the creepy staring and ask her out already." Kurt put his hand on my cheek and turned my head to face him. But that didn't stop my eyes wandering around.

"Brett Samson Pierce! Look at me." Kurt almost shouted. Well, that got my eyes to focus on him.

"I can't." I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"What do you mean you can't? She doesn't eat people…does she?" Kurt asked with a small frown.

"No! I can't mean I can't. She's a cheerleader, head cheerleader. I'm…well, I'm me." I explained poorly with a sad sigh.

"What you're you? You're Brett and you're amazing. You're a champion!" Kurt exclaimed in a high pitched voice.

"Yeah, it's just chess and keep your voice down, Hummel." I shushed him, not wanting to draw any attention, especially not the jocks.

"What's wrong with playing chess? You're a chess master. I'd swoon if my boyfriend could play chess." Kurt said while patting my back.

"Hey! I'm right here." Blaine protested.

"Oh, shush you. I'm pep talking here." Kurt said, rolling his eyes.

"And I read comic books." I continued.

"So?" Kurt cocked both of his eyebrows.

"So I'm a geek. A loser. Girls like Santana wouldn't want to go out with someone like me."

"Excuse me? I thought you said Santana was different." His eyebrows reached so high that they were almost in his hair. Well, excuse me for exaggerating.

"She is. She is different. I just…" I trailed off. I wouldn't have a chance to finish my sentence anyway because Kurt started to talk again, like, a hundred miles per second.

"No, don't even try to talk yourself down, okay? Brett, how many times do I have to tell you? You're smart, you're talented and you're also very cute." Now it was my turn to cock my eyebrows.

"Really, Kurt? Cute?" I asked. I'd think he was hitting on me if I didn't know better. Blaine just chuckled quietly beside us. Control your man, Blaine.

"Oh, shut up. You know what I mean." Kurt waved his hands around.

"I know." I sighed.

"So, what are you waiting for?" Kurt asked. He started to push me out of my chair when he realized that I wasn't going to move any time soon. Blaine decided to cut in, finally.

"Oh, cut him some slack, Kurt honey. Don't be such a meanie." Blaine grabbed my arm and pulled me down to sit beside him. So now I was sitting beside Blaine instead of Kurt.

"What cut him some slack? He doesn't even have anything on his plate." Kurt frowned and crossed his arms. I just sat there, watching them bickering with each other.

"Just give him some time. Don't forget it took you months before you've had enough courage to ask for my number." Blaine smirked. Oh, how I loved my evil Blaine.

"Ah…fine! I was just trying to help. If you don't make any move soon, someone else might. Girls like Santana won't stay single forever." Kurt warned me. I just looked away and tried to ignore him. He didn't seem to mind me ignoring him because he started to talk again.

"On second thought, I think she might. I mean, she has been single for the past three years. Wait, do you think she's gay?" Kurt whispered the last part.

"Just stop talking, Hummel." With that, I stood up on my feet and walked away, not before taking one last glance at Santana though. Yeah, right. Just a tiny crush, Brett.

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