Okay, so I got this idea from a tumblr gif. And I was like, 'Oh my fucking god, why don't I make a fan fic about this?!' I actually hesitated on writing this, because I have another fan fic to write about. But, who cares, right? :P
"Quinn," Brittany whines, "hurry up! We're late!" she shouts.
"Oh my god, I'm fucking coming!" Quinn shouts back.
Quinn rushes out of the toilet and gives a glare to her best friend.
"That's gross, Q. You know I think of you as a sister."
"What..?" Quinn gives her a confused stare and then realized what she was talking about, and makes a weird face. Causing Brittany to laugh, and Quinn to give her a death glare again. Their mornings were always like this. Ever since they were 5, they have always been on each others back. But, nonetheless, they loved each other.
"We should go now. We can't afford to be late on the first day of uni, again." Brittany suggested, and Quinn only nodded. They both walked out of their apartment.
They were walking through the car park, Brittany saw a dark haired girl. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, she was wearing a blouse and a skirt which was above her knee. She looked dressed up like a teacher, but, she looked a little too young. Maybe somewhere around Brittany's age or a few years older.
"Yo, blondie?" Quinn snaps her fingers in front of her best friends face. She still couldn't get her attention, so she decides to see what she was looking at. Or, who she was looking at. "What the hell are you staring at, that could be so distracti-" her eyes went from the tan figure to her best friend, and then the tan figure again. She quickly slaps her best friend out of her day dream.
"HEY! What the fuck, Q!?" Brittany yells and covers part of her face that was slapped by Quinn. "What the fuck was that for?!"
"You were drooling over her." Quinn states, pointing towards the tan figure a few miles from them. The figure didn't seem to notice Brittany's outburst, since she walked away from her car, holding onto her purse, and playing with her phone.
Brittany's face turned red and it wasn't because of the slap. "I do not drool. And...I wasn't looking at her."
Quinn gave her a 'you're a terrible liar' look, and Brittany sighs.
"Okay, okay, I like her." Brittany shrugs and walks pass Quinn, which had her eyes wide open.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Quinn exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air, "You cannot like her!"
"Wow, Q, I never thought in a million years you would have some feelings towards me. It's adorable, Q. But, I think I already like someone else."
Quinn rolled her eyes, "Britt, you can't like her." when Brittany looks at her best friends worried expression, she stops walking, which made Quinn stop walking too. Wait.. if she's saying I shouldn't and couldn't like her... wow, did they hook up before? Holy shit.
"Oh god..did you and her.. you know?"
"What?"
"Did you guys fuck?"
"WHAT! NO!" Quinn shouts, which made a few students passing by give them a weird look.
"Ok...so why can't I like her?"
"Because, she's a professor." Quinn whispers.
Brittany's eyebrows furrowed for a while, and she lets out a sigh, "Okay..but it doesn't matter, Q."
"I know you don't care, B. Just be careful with whatever you're going to do. I can't afford losing you."
"I'm not going anywhere." they both smiled at each other and walked inside of the building.
"Hey, Q, what do you have next?" Brittany asks while taking seat next to her, to eat. Brittany just came out from her physics class, which, was boring as hell since the professor was old as fuck and he was slacking off. He actually fell a sleep while reading out something to the class. So they basically learned nothing from that class.
"Hold on, let me check," Quinn puts down her sandwich and goes through her things inside her bag. Brittany looks up from Quinn and she saw her. She looked beautiful. Whoever that woman was, she was unbelievably beautiful. Brittany could see some guys checking her out, and in a weird way, she felt anger run through around her body.
Santana could feel someone was watching her, so she turned around and she found Brittany staring at her with a small smile. Santana found the blonde adorable. And by the way she was looking at her, she could tell Brittany was watching her a while. So, she smiled widely at Brittany and waved at her.
Brittany on the other hand, probably just died. Because, oh my fucking god...she noticed me. Holy shit, she's smiling at me.. oh good god, she's waving. Wave back you idiot! Brittany waved back nervously, and Santana giggled.
For a moment, it looked like Santana was about to come and talk to her. But, sadly, Santana was stopped by a tall guy. They seemed to be talking about something serious because Santana's eyebrows furrowed and she could tell that she was frustrated with something.
Maybe that's her boyfriend? What.. no.. it can't be. Or, maybe an ex? Ugh! It's none of your business! God!
She was having a mental war with herself, and Quinn noticed that. A few minutes ago, she saw the little exchange Brittany and Santana had. She smirked to her ownself, because, she knew that Brittany was probably going to fall head over heels for their Professor. But since she was a little cheeky bitch, she didn't tell her best friend that Professor Lopez was their history Professor. And you know what's the best part of it all? They were having history after this.
"Britt?" Quinn tried to call out her best friend, "Britt?" she tried again. She wanted to slap her, but she didn't want to attract attention from other people. "Brittany!" she nudged her one last time.
"Huh? What? Oh- sorry."
"Where did your mind wander off to, this time?"
"N-no where in particular. I was just thinking about some stuff."
"Thinking about some stuff.. or thinking about a certain Professor in particular?" Quinn teased.
Brittany looked flushed and her face was all red, it made Quinn laughed her ass off. Brittany's face got even redder than before, because it was true. Can you blame her though? Santana was hot, and even a blind person can see that. Ok, that didn't make sense, but it was Brittany's logic.
"You should have seen your face!" Quinn's laughter died down a little, but her face was as equally red as her best friends from laughing too much.
"Oh, shut up, Q." Brittany rolled her eyes and began to eat her sandwich that Quinn prepared for her. "I just think she's pretty," Brittany shrugs. Quinn decided to tease her just a little bit more so that she can see how much Brittany really liked Santana. It already seems like she likes her a lot, though.
"Do you mean pretty smoking hot that you wish you could take her right here? And knock her up senseless?" Quinn easily said, and took a bite out of her sandwich. Acting like what she said wasn't a big deal and every body talks like they would do things to a Professor.
Brittany's eyes widen, and she could feel her cheeks burn, "What the fuck, Quinn!"
Quinn chuckled and her eyes soften a little. "B, you know I'm kidding. Besides, relax."
"I know, I know." she shrugs.
"Oh yeah, I'm having history after this."
"Really? Me too. Who's class?"
"Professor Lopez."
"Awesome! We're in the same class."
"Mmmhmm..." Quinn smiled smugly and Brittany didn't want to ask why, because she always got in trouble after that. So, she decided to just brush it off.
"Hope it's not some old dude again.. or worse, some bitch face."
"Nah, I heard that Professor Lopez was like one of the best around here." Quinn tries to fight off the smirk on her face and shrugs. Oh god, this was going to be the best year ever. she thought to herself.
"That's good."
Quinn checks her watch on her wrist and finished her sandwich. "Hey, we should get going now. Our class starts in 5 minutes. We wouldn't want to be late now." Quinn stands up and gathers her things.
"Yeah, ok, lets go." Brittany puts her sandwich in her container and takes a sip of her water and they both tried to find their class.
Both Brittany and Quinn found their class 2 C on the third floor and they sat next to each other. So far everyone in the Uni have been surprisingly kind and friendly. Brittany just hopes that their Professor wouldn't suck as much like her other one. Quinn, on the other hand personally know Santana. They were actually neighbors when they were young. But they never went to the same high school because Santana's parents wanted her to have different co-curriculum's.
"I hope our Professor really isn't a dick."
"She isn't." Quinn simply says.
"Wait, how do you know it's a she?" Brittany asks in curiosity. Quinn never mentioned that she knew Professor Lopez.
"Well I actually gr-" before she could have finished her sentence and answer Brittany, Santana stepped into the class and everybody greeted her. She smiled back and wrote her name on the blackboard. She turned around and smiled warmly at everybody.
"You have got to be shitting me." Brittany mumbled under her breath and Quinn giggled.
"Hello everybody, I'm Professor Lopez. Usually I would suggest you guys to call me Santana, but, you know how uptight the school is," Santana rolls her eyes and everybody chuckled. Except for Brittany who was paralyze on her seat.
"Well, welcome back to the hell hole," everybody laughed again. "Since it's the first day of your arrival, lol. There won't be any homework, given." everybody in the classroom cheered happily. "But, I have to warn you that this class isn't going to be easy. So for today, I'd like you to take out a piece of paper and write down everything about yourself. Your birthday, anything. Maybe even your sexual preference," she winked and everybody's eyes widened and they chuckled a little. "Woah, guys, kidding. Chill out, man." earning another laugh from the class.
"Okay, write away!" she said happily. Santana took a seat, and she caught Brittany's eyes again, and she smiled at her. She waved at the blonde and Brittany waved back. Santana also spotted Quinn and she mouthed a 'hello'.
"Quinn, what the hell?"
"Santana and I knew each other before you and I did. We were neighbors. Both of us never went to the same school because her parents wanted something else for her though. We still talked after all these years, so we're pretty tight. And I'm happy to say, she's single, and very very much, into the ladies. Just like you. Oh, and she's 21. The perfect age to go after her, eh?" Quinn winks at her best friend and chuckles softly at her.
"I am so dead..."
"Oh, you definitely are."
Santana walks over to both of them and she greeted Quinn.
"Hey, Quinnie." Santana says, while booping her nose. Which, Quinn responded with a light chuckle. Brittany was a little jealous that Quinn was close to her secret crush. Which was her fucking history professor, talk about oh my god.
"Hey," Santana said to Brittany who was still a little paralyze.
"H-hi...a- uh- uhm..." Brittany stuttered and Quinn mentally facepalmed herself.
"Hahaha, don't talk much do you? Well, what's your name?"
"Br-Brittany.." she said, softly.
"That's a beautiful name, Brittany. Well, I better get back to my seat to watch these people. Nice seeing you again, Quinnie. And I'll see you around, hot stuff." Santana winks at Brittany, and from right there and then, she could have sworn that she died from that fucking wink.
"I'm dead. Holy fuck-" Brittany sighed.
Quinn laughs lightly and pats her best friends back. "It's okay. At least she likes you."
Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this little story. There will be more chapters coming soon. Tell me what you think? xxx