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"Is Mami working a double shift tonight?" asked Santana when she and her father walked into their auto shop. She zipped up her worn out blue jumpsuit and tied her hair into a high ponytail as the scent of motor oil greeted her.
"Not double. This time triple." Her dad said while he rolled up his sleeves, "We gotta keep up with the bills, mija."
"Oh." Santana said with a slight frown.
Her dad turned his head towards his daughter and gave her a smile, "Don't worry, next week she's getting two days off. We can bond then." He patted Santana's shoulder and suddenly switched his father mode to work mode, "Now get to work until Noah comes!"
Santana rolled her eyes and smiled. "Yes sir." She said and walked off to a car that needed to be in repair.
Santana Lopez, a young, self-proclaimed bad ass, teenage girl that will be starting her junior year of high school tomorrow. She has been working as a mechanic at her father's garage in Lima Heights for about seven years now. Her family has been struggling with money since the economy got pretty bad the last two years, but they were making it by. Her mother worked as a waitress in an upscale restaurant in the richer parts of Lima. Sometimes her mother would work double or triple shifts, just enough to buy what Santana needed, mostly food and clothes.
"Hey Lopez!"
Santana turned around and found her best friend walking up to the garage already in his jumpsuit. He ran his hand through his pathetic excuse for a mohawk and leaned against the car Santana was working on.
"Hey Puck." She greeted while she popped the hood open.
Noah Puckerman, aka Puck has been working in the Lopez Garage ever since it opened. Puck's family was much like Santana's but his father wasn't in the picture anymore, ever since his little sister was born. So Puck had to be the man in the family and look for a job. Santana's mother knew Puck's mom and their dilemma because his mom would work part time at the restaurant with Santana's mom. So Mrs. Lopez asked her husband to give Puck a job when he opened up the shop seven years ago. Ever since then they have been inseparable.
The two were a notorious duo since day one, always causing trouble in school. Their parents know nothing about it because both Santana and Puck always find ways or loopholes out of their sticky situations. People who don't know them well think that they're thugs, but close friends of theirs scoff at the idea. In actuality, Puck and Santana were decent people. They just keep their guard up.
"Whatcha got there?" He asked when Santana held her hand out, asking for a socket wrench.
Puck grabbed a socket wrench from the toolbox and handed it to his friend. As Santana loosened a bolt, she replied, "This person's engine exploded basically. Might have to change it."
"They got enough money for that?" He asked as he pulled a certain wire for Santana.
Santana snorted, "Yeah. This is a 2012 Lexus LFA after all."
"No kiddin'." Puck agreed, "Uptowner eh?"
"Looks like it." Santana muttered and detached a few more wires.
Lima, Ohio has only two types of people to offer: Uptown and Backstreet. Uptown people are stereotypically snobby and rude to the eyes of Backstreet people. Uptown people are usually rich and sometimes middle-class people that lived in the richer areas considered themselves Uptown. Backstreet people are people like Santana and Puck. To the eyes of Uptown people, Backstreets were dirty and uneducated; since Uptowners think that they can't afford an education even though both types of people go to school together. Low-income families were mainly Backstreets.
"Then what's it doing in a shop like this?" Puck asked lamely, despite knowing the answer already.
"Dunno." Santana said, "Papi said that this thing broke down a block from our shop so no choice, I guess."
"Hmph." Puck scoffed, "I'm surprised we're even worthy for them."
Santana rolled her eyes and elbowed her friend, "Don't be a douche, Puckerman. You know damn well that Uptowners go to this garage as well. Now help me lift this engine up and put it on the flatbed."
"Yeah, yeah." He muttered as he grabbed the other side of the engine, "One…Two…Three!"
The two lifted up the engine and slowly placed it on the flatbed. Santana then grabbed the handle of it and rolled it towards her father, asking where to put it. Her dad pointed towards a corner where most junk is placed. She nodded and rolled the flatbed towards the corner, where she and Puck lifted the engine again to place it on the ground.
"Ready for school tomorrow?" Puck asked while they walked back to the yellow Lexus.
Santana groaned, "Fuck no."
Santana hated her school. The school was mixed with Uptowners and Backstreets and those two types of teenagers clashing everyday weren't good. Sometimes Backstreets would get lucky and earn a spot on the football team, (like Puck) or cheerleading or any kind of sport those teens these days respected. So Uptown kids would leave them alone, but for the unpopular Backstreets, well, they received a slushy facial. Santana shuddered. Slushy facials are when those popular kids would take a large slushy of any choice and throw them right at the loser's face, sometimes even Uptowners, who the popular kids think are losers. Over all, those slushies hurts like hell.
"I'm sure those kids forgot about you being gay." Puck poorly comforted.
You see, Santana was outted in the middle of freshmen year. Her plan was to stay low and make sure that no one knows her so she wouldn't get slushied, but that changed. A popular freshman, Finn Hudson, who was quarterback of the junior varsity football team, overheard a conversation between Santana and Puck and as the conversation progressed, he found out that Santana was into the ladies. To his advantage, Finn used the information and told everyone. He hoped it would boost his popularity status. To Santana's dismay, it made Finn more popular and by the end of the day, everyone knew her secret.
"I doubt it." Santana mumbled, "They were chanting Lezpez at me at the end of the school year and Karofsky gave me a good bye slushy facial. Evans had to hold me back so I wouldn't go all Auntie Snixx on them."
Puck frowned and lightly punched his best friend. "I'll beat the crap out of Karofsky during football practice."
Santana smirked. "And I'll slash his tires."
"Ha!" Puck grinned. "I'm rubbing off on you, young one!"
Santana rolled her eyes and said. "Don't remind me."
"AY! YOU TWO!" Mr. Lopez roared from the other side of the garage. "DON'T JUST STAND THERE! GO CHANGE THE OIL FOR THOSE TWO CARS!"
"Damn, yo dad is pissed." Puck whispered as they walk towards the cars they needed to change oil for.
"Stop distracting me, you idiot!" Santana hissed while she grabbed a can of motor oil. "As you can see, we got a shit load of cars."
"Aren't we suppose to change the engine for the Lexus?" Puck asked, reaching for a can of oil as well.
Santana shrugged and sigh out. "The engine doesn't come till Wednesday"
"Oh."
After a four-hour shift, Puck and Santana decided to grab a bite to eat at a Pizza Hut that was a few blocks down. They walked towards Puck's old red Ford pick up truck and drove down to the restaurant. The place was near shopping malls and other family friendly things. They got out of the truck and walked inside, grabbing a table for two and ordered an extra large pizza, meat lovers.
Santana unzipped her jumpsuit and revealed a white tank top. She removed the sleeves and tied them around her waist. Puck mimicked the action, but he had on a black wife-beater. Santana sipped her water and looked around for their waiter.
"Did you check your classes yet?" Puck suddenly asked, "Cause I got sixth period lunch."
"Oh! Same here!" Santana smiled, "Trouty mouth did too and I think Mercedes too and Anderson and Berry."
"Nice." Puck said as he lifted his fist towards Santana.
Santana lifted hers and fist bumped his. Suddenly, a waiter appeared and placed a pizza in front of them. They thanked the waiter and attacked the pizza. As Puck grabbed a slice he said, "Did you bring any chicks home from the party last night? I know I did. Girl be screamin' my name all night."
Santana laughed as Puck did a pelvic thrust. "Yeah, I did actually. Pretty red-head girl, nice bod. She kept claiming she was straight, but I threw in some charm here and there and before you know it we were in my car doing it."
"Niceeee!" Puck cheered, his arm in the air to fist pump. "I don't know how you do it, but no chick can resist you. You're a freakin' Lesbian whisperer or some shit."
Santana smirked. "It's in my blood."
After two slices, Santana grabbed another one and as she did, she heard giggling. Santana looked up and saw four people walk in. She immediately recognized them from school.
"Uptowners." Puck muttered under his breath while he took a huge bite out of his pizza.
Santana narrowed her eyes and suddenly the air she was breathing became unbearable. She spotted the head cheerleader since freshmen year, Quinn Fabray. She was dating the QB, Finn Hudson. Her dad is governor of Ohio, which Santana admits is pretty impressive and her mom is an owner of a chain of five-star hotels in at least ten countries. Quinn also has an older sister who is in Harvard, trying to be a lawyer. Quinn use to be a total bitch in freshmen year, but something happened during the summer that toned her bitchy-ness down. Rumor had it that during summer vacation, she got an abortion cause she ended up preggo. It was a rumor, so Santana didn't believe it.
The person next to Quinn was Finn. Finn's smiles were always so dopey that it made Santana want to slap him with an eel. Since Puck is on the football team, he's kind of friends with Finn. Finn claims that they're best friends, but Puck denies it even though Finn continues on to say that they are. Just staring at him makes Santana want punch his face, yeah she's still pissed for what he did in freshmen year. His dad was in the military but died as a war hero. His mother is some hotshot chef and is re-married to Burt Hummel.
Speaking of Hummel, Santana lands her eyes at the third party person. Kurt Hummel, capital G gay. His dad is a Congressman in Ohio and owns a bunch of garage shops all over America. Impressive, yes. Even though Kurt is an Uptown dude, Santana admits that she likes Kurt more than his stupid step-brother. Kurt actually understands people's problems and has common sense. He use to be a Uptown loser because people treated him differently. But when he became step-brothers with Finn, Finn got everyone to leave Kurt alone, making him enter a whole new world where people respected him. Although he got different friends, Kurt likes to stick around with people who liked him for who he was, that's why he still hangs around with Santana and Puck.
Last but not least, Brittany Pierce. She's on the cheerleading team with Quinn and is an amazing dancer, which gave her the spot as co-captain. Brittany's dad is the coach of the Cleveland Browns, which Santana wonders why Brittany is living in Lima when she could just live in Cleveland. Her mom is a famous clothing designer and people in France and celebrities all over America mostly commission her work. Brittany is the nicest person anyone has ever met. She does charity work and stuff with Quinn sometimes and helps organize bake sales. Santana also heard that Brittany is bisexual and no one picks on her for that because they say that's so Brittany.
Santana couldn't help but stare at Brittany. The way she's laughing right now at some joke Quinn just told her friends was making Santana blush and that's bullshit because Latinas don't blush.
"Yo Lopez." Puck said as he snapped his fingers in front of her face.
The haze in her eyes suddenly disappears and is soon replaced with a glare. "What?" She spat.
Puck chuckled and finished his fourth slice of pizza. "Staring at Miss Pierce, I see."
"So what?"
"Dude, you're my lesbro." He reaches over to get another slice. "And I know you got the hots for her since like middle school—" His hand flaps the pizza around, letting bits and pieces of cheese and tomato sauce to fly around.
Santana took a bite out of her pizza and tuned Puck out so she wouldn't have to listen to his stupid lectures but it's true though. Brittany was new in Lima back in sixth-grade and the first thing Santana did was gawk at how pretty Brittany was. Her friend Mercedes told Santana to be wary of Brittany because rumor had it that she's an Uptown girl. Santana knew the rumor was true because of the way she dressed and how the Uptown kids approached her with such kindness.
But something about Brittany makes Santana want to have her. Obviously the blonde was smokin' but mainly it was because of her personality, so bubbly and carefree. It was about Brittany being so different from every other snotty girl that made Santana want to risk the embarrassment and chase after her.
"—but you gotta be careful." Santana finally tuned back in to Puck. He took a sip from his pop and nods his head like he's a pro at giving advise. "Uptown girls are high maintenance. Plus, I heard Pierce doesn't date Backstreets."
Santana snorted. "You've never dated an uptown girl."
Puck gave her a tight lipped smile. "I won't risk it though."
"Hey it's Puckerman!" Finn called out.
Santana smirked when she saw Puck curse under his breath. He gave Santana a stern look before turning his head to Finn who waving his arm around. The two watched the group of four approach them. Santana's eyes were trained on Brittany, who seemed as if she was floating instead of walking. Yes everyone, Brittany Pierce is too good to walk on this sinful earth.
"What's up Puck!" Finn beamed and only to glance at Santana in acknowledgment.
Santana gave Finn a sarcastic smile that he seemed oblivious too, except for the other people around them. A small chuckle bubble escaped Kurt, but it quickly popped when Finn looked at him in confusion.
"What are you doing here, man?" Finn asked. He wrapped his arm around Quinn to bring her closer to him.
Puck stared at the action and forced a grin. "Eating lunch with Lopez here."
"Oh." Finn replied with a slight frown and whispered loudly to Puck. "Don't get to caught up with her dude. She's lesbo."
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't hear you. Could you whisper that a bit more loudly so I could find a reason to kick your blubber ass?" Santana snarled harshly at him.
Brittany frowned and commented. "That wasn't nice to say Finn."
"Excuse me?" Finn exclaimed looking at Santana, clearly offended.
Santana glared menacingly and spat out. "You heard me, jolly green bean giant."
"Finn, let's go." Quinn butted in. She glanced at Puck for a few seconds and back at her boyfriend. "We can hit the sushi place down the road."
"But I don't like fish." Finn muttered as the couple walked out of Pizza Hut.
Kurt and Brittany were left behind. Kurt rolled his eyes and said. "Sorry about him. Finn's…Finn and doesn't know better."
"I'll say." Santana scowled.
Kurt rolled his eyes again at Santana and gave a slight wave over at Puck who returned it. He smiled politely and said, "Anyway, see you both at school tomorrow?" He waved goodbye and motioned Brittany to follow him.
Brittany smiled briefly at Puck and looked over to Santana. The two locked eyes for what seemed like forever, but actually it was ten seconds. Kurt called out Brittany's name again, which snapped them out of their trance. She gave Santana a small smile and waved a little.
"Bye." She said and walked off with Kurt.
"Yeah… Bye." Santana replied, but it was too late. They left.
"Dude, you guys had, like, a connection." Puck commented with awe.
Santana looked over at Puck and smirked, "Yeah, I guess we did."
"Mija! Noah's gonna be here soon! Get your butt down here, missy!" Mrs. Lopez called out in the small house.
Mr. Lopez rolled his eyes when rapid footsteps came out of a room and jumped down the small flight of stairs that they had. Santana rushed into the kitchen and greeted his father with a kiss on the cheek and made her way to the stove, where her mother is. Santana gave a peck on her mother's cheek before grabbing a piece of bacon off of the plate.
It was 7 AM on a Monday and school is starting today. Santana was both excited and nervous. She was starting her junior year and she knew it will be her busiest year since she has to take the SATs and stuff like that to get into a good college.
Mrs. Lopez walked towards her daughter and placed a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. Mr. Lopez watched amusingly as his only child scarfed down the food in the matter of minutes.
"Mija…" Her mother sighed. "That's not how we eat."
"Mhuaff." Santana mumbled and got up to get a glass of orange juice.
"How are you going to get a girlfriend if you eat like that." Mr. Lopez joked. He flipped a page from his newspaper and peered over at Santana. "I won't be getting grandbabies!"
Santana's eyes widened and she suddenly began to cough. Mrs. Lopez rolled her eyes and smacked her husband, who in return laughed. Once Santana calmed down, she glared at her dad and said. "Papi! Don't say things like that!"
He shrugged. "What? It's true! Ain't that right, Mami Lopez?"
Mrs. Lopez shook her head and began to wash Santana's dishes. "Don't bring me into this Carlos. You know I hold neutral ground."
"But Maribel." Carlos cracked a grin. "You know it's true!"
HONK! HONK!
"Noah's here." Maribel exclaimed.
"Yeah." Santana said and gave her parents good-bye kisses and walked out of her house. She walked over to Puck's truck and placed her backpack in the back. She then walked up to the front and sat shotgun next to Puck.
"Sup?" Puck greeted while he shifts the gear to reverse and drive.
"Not much." Santana answers while looking out the window.
"Oh!" Puck suddenly said. "Last night at football practice, I totally kicked Karofsky's ass. Should have seen it, San. He was soooo pissed off and I totally impressed coach. I'm pretty sure, I'm gonna be one of the starters for our first game this Friday."
"Seriously?" Santana grinned, turning her attention over at Puck. "Nice one, man. Now I guess all I have to do is slash his tires."
"No doubt about it, Lopez." Puck said as he drove into the student parking lot.
The two got out of the truck and grabbed their bags from the back of the vehicle. The minute Santana steps on school grounds her lax face soon hardens, each foot step she took, each student she passes as she walks towards the school, her true self is being tucked away behind a mask that she created during freshmen year; so she couldn't feel the pain of whispers and gossip about her behind her back. Puck enjoys watching his best friend transform into some menacing dog towards the other kids, it shows that they respect her (well it actually shows that they fear her but it's still the same thing in Puck's mind.)
"Did you think of a prank?" Santana asked as they walked down the halls. Ever since they became friends Puck always started the school year with a bang, which was a prank to annoy the other students and school staff.
"Actually no." Puck answered honestly. He followed Santana until they reach her locker. He leaned against the locker and watched Santana opening her locker.
Santana puts in the combination and opened her locker. She reached in and grabbed a few books for class. "That's a shame. Should we do something old school or original?"
Puck stroked his chin to pretend to be in deep thought. "I wanna do something original, but I'm fresh out of ideas."
"That's a first."
"Yeah. Maybe something old school-"
A trilling shriek pierced the halls causing multiple heads to turn towards the source. Santana muttered a swear word and she quickly bolts towards the commotion, instantly knowing who let out that ghastly noise. She turned the corner and saw two of her friends Rachel and Blaine covered in slushed ice. In front of them were two football guys with empty cups, grinning at each other like stupid monkeys. Puck appeared behind Santana, keeping a close eye on her to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid.
"Karofsky!" Santana snarled out. "Azimio!"
The two football players turned around and stiffened when they saw Santana. She maybe small but they heard the rumors of what Santana did to people who pissed her off, but the two jocks had reputations to uphold. They can't show fear.
"What the fuck are you two whale asses doing to the Hobbits?" Santana growled. She took a step closer towards one of them and jabbed a finger in their chest. "I keep telling you morons to leave my friends alone. Are you that dense? Do I have to burn a message on your lawn for you to get the picture? I'm sure your dumbass Uptown parents would want that, huh? You know what? While I'm at it I could just graffiti all over yo damn house. You know, classic dicks all around. I gotta show everyone in Lima who the biggest dicks are in history."
Karofsky twists his face in disgust while Azimio stares at Santana, obviously he couldn't keep up with Santana's rapid sentences that kept flying out of her mouth. The two shared a look and they nod at the same time. Azimio smirked and grabbed Santana by the collar of her shirt. Gasps were heard all around as they see the big bad football player lifting Santana up and shoving her against the lockers. Santana groaned in pain and glared. What a great way to start the school year, she thought.
"It's already day one and you're asking for a fight, Backstreet." Azimio spat in her face.
Santana grimaced and wiped the spit off of her face. "Say it, don't spray it, fat ass." She said and spit right in Azimio's mouth when he opened it to say something.
His eyes widened and immediately released his grip. Puck's brows shot up and looked over at Karofsky, who had a disgusted look on his face. Puck casually leaned near his football teammate and snorted, trying to get a huge spit loogie going on. While Karofsky was still looking at his poor friend, Puck spit his loogie at Karofsky's face. Karofdsky let out a scream of disgust while Puck grabbed Santana's arm to escape.
"UGH." Azimio shouted. "YOU NASTY! C'MERE YOU BITCHES!"
Santana looked behind her and Puck and saw the two douches hot on their trail. Santana looked back at Puck and suggested. "Split up? I'll see you third period for Spanish."
Puck huffed and looked back at his best friend. "Sure thing. Good luck!" And with that Puck turned the corner to the right and made his way up the stairs. Santana turned around and watched Karofsky head the same direction as Puck. Now it was just her and Azimio.
"I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP!" Azimio roared with rage while he plowed through the students like a mad bull.
Santana snickered. "I'M NOT INTO DICKS! THANKS FOR THE OFFER THOUGH!" She shouted and turned left where she found the girl's bathroom. Santana's eyes lit up and quickly got inside the safe haven. She leaned against the door and heard heavy rapid footsteps running still. She smirked at the small victory.
"What an idiot." Santana snorts out a laugh and gets her breathing under control.
"Who are you talking too?"
Santana turned around and found Brittany standing by the sinks with a small smile on her face. Brittany was wearing her cheerleading outfit, which made Santana feel like a delinquent. Her attire was ripped jeans, a red fitted t-shirt and a black leather jacket but then again everyday she felt like a delinquent and she liked it. As the two continued to stare at each other, Santana forgot how to speak. She noticed that Brittany probably got a haircut yesterday after their little meeting at Pizza Hut because she noticed bangs swiped across her forehead, making her look like a sterotypical blonde cheerleader that you see in movies. But instead of sneering at Brittany's look, all Santana could do was just gawk.
Brittany looked at Santana amusingly and her smile grew. "You look like a fish."
Santana blushed and awkwardly coughed. "Fish aren't sexy."
"I guess not." Brittany commented as she turned around to wash her hands. The two stayed silent again, letting the rushing water be the noise barrier.
"What do I owe the pleasure of you talking to me?" Santana asked, now deciding to play it cool while she leaned against the wall. Santana was pretty sure that the blonde didn't know her name, even though they went to school together for…seven years of their lives.
Brittany shrugged and replied. "Honestly, I'm not suppose to talk to you. Backstreet right?"
Santana smirked. "Of course. You're obviously an Uptown girl."
"Yup." She replied. Brittany walked over to the other side and grabbed a few paper towels to dry her hands.
"Then why are you talking to me?" Santana couldn't help but ask. "You were the one who started to talk to me."
This time Brittany smirked and Santana couldn't help but notice how deliciously sexy Brittany looked. "Actually I saw you talking to yourself and I had to ask, 'Who are you talking too?' to make sure you're not crazy or anything."
"Nonsense, Miss Pierce." Santana sarcastically said.
Brittany raised a brow and asked. "And you know my name?"
"Of course." Santana answered simply. "Everyone knows the daughter of the coach of the Cleveland Browns and the famous clothing designer."
"Touché" Brittany said while she cracked a small smile.
Santana carefully dragged her eyes all over Brittany's body. Those perfect baby blue, cat-like eyes, the pink lips and rosy cheeks. Each curve down her body makes Santana feel quest inside. She was merely appreciating Brittany. Absolutely nothing wrong with that. "You know, you're good looking and I'm super hot. So I was thinking that you and me should hook up."
Brittany raised a brow and she folded her arms, disbelief written all over her face.
"So Breadstix at seven tonight? I'll pick you up." Santana grinned, lifting herself off the wall to take a few steps towards Brittany.
"I don't date Backstreet girls." Brittany replied without missing a beat.
Santana's grin faltered but it turned into a smirk. "There's a first time for everything."
"Sorry no." Brittany rolled her eyes "And besides, I'm dating someone already."
Santana scrunched her nose with distaste. "Who?"
"Artie Abrams."
"Crippled pants?" Santana's game suddenly vanished and it was her turn to have disbelief on her face when she remembers the rumors flying around about her and Artie together. How could she forget that Brittany was dating him? Oh yeah, it was because he usually doesn't seem like a threat. Until now.
Brittany glared at Santana and told her. "That's not nice."
Santana shrugged, now regaining her cool composure. "That guy can be a dick."
"He's the sweetest." Brittany defended her boyfriend. How dare Santana say things that aren't true. "And besides I don't want to date a Backstreet delinquent. Rep is important in this school, y'know."
Santana's face tensed when memories of freshmen year flashed in her mind. She sighed softly and muttered. "Yeah. I learned the hard way."
Brittany's face held a bit of remorse and Santana knew what Brittany was thinking of. Santana brushed that aside and changed the subject, "You don't know what you're missing if you don't date me."
"Trust me." Brittany said, eyeing Santana up and down before saying. "I'm not missing much."
They share a brief moment before Brittany decided to leave. She strutted towards the door and opened it, not bothering to look back at Santana. Santana smirked and folded her arms with satisfaction. Brittany is totally different. Not only she's no stereotypical Uptown girl but she's resisting the Lopez charm. All girls, gay, straight, bi, can never resist the Lopez charm, but Miss Brittany Pierce did.
And that's something.
A/N: Good fic or bad fic?
After listening to Uptown Girl-Billy Joel for count less days, why not write a Brittana fic about it?
Anyway, I'm a little stuck on Kryptonite so this is an excuse to write some more cause I'm bored and I kind of don't wanna deal with a writer's block right now. So, this fic is good yah? Soooo yup.
Oh! Do you guys want Puck to end up with Quinn or like Quinn with Rachel in this? I mean do love both couples cause I like Quinn with ANYONE besides Finn. Hell I even like Quinn with Artie cause there's no Finn. Or do you want Quinndependence? xD
Review i guess?