Hello! I've been reading Brittana for a while and thought I would give it a go. I've made the plot for the whole thing already. I'm thinking it will be around 10 chapters. This is the Prolog/Chapter 1.

I own nothing. If I did I would be making this season go a lot different.

Oh and I started this on 12/10 and I'm telling you that because it has spoilers (maybe?) up until that point. It could be considered AU but that might just be because they're all out of high school (except for Schuster.)

Author's Note: This is largely a love story, but it is accompanied by an adventure. Told through Santana's point of view, including flashbacks, etc. Also unbeta'd. Mistakes are all my own. Also rating is up for change if anyone thinks it should be rated M. There are swears, but nothing else until later. It will change if people think it should be M however.

Chapter 1: Eat Me Up and Spit Me Out (Prolog)

Glee Reunion!

Those words were the first thing I noticed on my iphone. Rachel fucking Berry still signed things with a star, even if it was at the end of an email. I don't even know why I was making the stupid drive to Lima, Ohio in the first place. I didn't really want to see any of the Glee kids. Not really...

Except Brittany.

A little voice in the back of my head kept telling me that. I was killing myself to get to this rendezvous for the one person I actually missed from high school. Mckinley was many things, but 'memorable' was not one of them. Mostly it was gross, disturbing, brutal, and shameless to one's reputation. I remember owning those hallways, thinking that it was like owning the world. I could get away with anything, not that things worked that way in the real world.

I had gotten out. Escaped being a Lima Loser. I fucking died getting the scholarships to get myself into the best school that was farthest away. Begged, practically on my knees, my Padre (father) to help pay for my education. It hadn't taken much and I never literally ended up on the floor, not that I would have actually gotten down on my knees. Mostly yelling, screeching, that I had done what he wanted...and he agreed to pay.

I checked the time on the dashboard of my car and wanted to kick myself in the ass.

2:12pm

The party, if it could be called that with so little people going, was starting at two "sharp". Berry's rant at me for being late was sure to come. It made my knuckles turn white as I tightened my grip on the wheel.

Shit like this happened to me all the time. I was always late, and not on purpose to be cool like for stupid high school parties. It was like my body clock was off. My drive had started at six thirty this morning. It took me forever to convince myself that I should just go. Even if Brittany was all over Artie or had found someone at that community college she went to at least I could talk to Puck.

Noah Puckerman.

He straightened his ass out so quick I thought he had been brainwashed at first. Joining the fucking army to pay for college? Smart move. It took brains even. Something high school Puck didn't have. Knocking up Quinn and getting the hots for Shelby? Ew. Double fucking ew. He couldn't keep his grimy fingers off girls. He was the only person I had kept up with these last few years. I only ever sent out a lame ass text on, like, Christmas, but still. Puck was cool. Better to talk to him about all the abs he got from doing pushups until his arms shat out on him than talk to Mike and Tina about making Asian babies together.

Or see Brittany and wheelz flirting. I didn't think I could take that. Especially since I haven't even texted Britt since...years ago. At least two. God I hoped she wasn't still mad. I had to do it though. Even if it was on graduation and one of the happiest days of her life (She fucking graduated with me!) I had to do it where at least one of my parents would see the immediate reaction.

I was driving like a mad bitch. I needed to get to that reunion and figure my shit out with her. I needed to see her blue, blue eyes. Nothing compared to them. Nothing. Not blue sky, not blue ocean, not blue bird. Birds...Ducks...If I could have gotten my hands on a blue duck then I would have stood a chance. Maybe I should have bought her a duck stuffed animal or something...anything to give to her and try to apologize.

I couldn't get anything now I was already late to-

Fucking idiot! Stay in your fucking lane!

I hated shitty drivers. The car next to mine tried again to jump in front of me. The fast lane was for fast people, people in a hurry, not Sunday Drivers who wanted to slow my life down.

Slow down my life like Brittany wanted...

Blood pumps through my veins so fast. It's faster than when we won Nationals, as Cheerios or New Directions. My heart is clenching and my stomach tight. This excitement is so foreign. It's for myself but for her too. For all of us I think and tears threaten the backs of my eyes. I'm weepy already and without any alcohol!

"A big round of applause to our graduating class of 2012...!" Principal Figgins announces into the microphone. He claps but it's nothing compared to the roar of applause from the audience behind us. My eyes search for her in the mess of seniors as we all stand and some throw up their caps. I'm in a sea of red and white gowns trying to find her.

"Better wait for me Britts," I whisper to myself, excitement and anxiousness tossing around in my stomach, as I continue my hunt.

"San!"

I turn and bolt before I even see her. In my heels it's nothing impressive. No sprint but a simple jog over to her. Keeping it graceful Lopez, you sap!

We're wrapped up in each other so tightly it's hard to breathe. My cheek is pressing impossibly hard against her shoulder and I'm crushing her to me with equal strength.

"I did it San," she whispers against my ear. "We did it. We graduated!"

Brittany squeals like a 13 year old boy getting his first kiss; hopping a little in my clutch.

"I know!" I gush into her neck. "You did it, we made it. We can get out of here now!"

We pull back and just stare at each other.

Brittany's face is pure happiness. I don't think I've seen her more pleased with herself.

I get lost in the blue of her eyes. They convey everything, let the world know with a glance: that, yes, Brittany S. Pierce graduated with her class. She graduated with me, Santana Lopez. Best friend...more than just best friend.

Over her shoulder my Padre(father) is leering at me. Shit, I forgot about this part. The stupid deal we made before this morning to assure I was going to college.

Brittany's eyes drop curiously to my shoulders. They have slumped.

"What's wrong?" she asks and takes a step closer to me, our ugly white gowns beginning to brush together.

Her eyes are searching. The blue a lighter hue, something that happens when she's nervous. Her long fingers reach out to mine, automatically linking our pinkies. The feeling should bring peace but it sets my stomach over the edge.

"Lopez, Pierce!" someone shouts right behind me, nearly making me scream. I'm already so nervous. I don't want to make those blue eyes shed tears, but I know they will unless I tell why I'm abandoning our friendship. Puck's arm is then wrapped around my shoulders, and Brittany's, squeezing us to him.

"We're done with it!" he shouts, practically groaning. "Done with fucking Mckinley! Can you believe that?"

"It's kind of sad," Brittany muses. But then a huge smile takes over her pretty, pink lips. "But totally awesome too!"

Puck squeezes us tighter to him.

"Yeah Britt! Really awesome!"

"San what college are you going to?" Brittany whispers to me as we manage the crowd. Glee kids all around us are waving wildly and smiling like they're high.

"I've told you a million times Britt, it's a community college in Pennsylvania," I say softly, the nerves in my stomach making my palms sweat. "The name doesn't matter." It will only confuse you more if you try and find me.

"You look sad." She states it simply and her perfect brows lower making wrinkles in her forehead.

We are close to the bleachers now. I can see my padre standing near the top watching me. Us. There won't be an us soon. I hate him for making me do this. I need this money for college though. I need the school to think...Fuck it.

I curl my hands into fists and try to breath deep through my nose.

"Britt my padre wants me to stop being friends with you."

There it's out.

Her blue eyes cloud over in confusion and start to water.

"I don't want to listen to him. I want to be your friend forever Brittany." I close my eyes and pray that she understands. This is all an act and I can't not do this.

"What...what does that mean?" she whispers, her fingers nervously playing with the ends of her hair. I know she only does that when she's uncomfortable. I should kick myself for making her feel like that!

"...Please," I pull her hands down and hold them. "My padre won't pay for school if I do. He just needs to think we're not friends anymore. Get it?"

She shakes her head and bits her lip.

"So what are you doing right now?" Her tortured stare kills me. I want to stop right here, just kiss her in front of him and make this go away. I want to know that she'll love me no matter what, even after this.

"Tryin' to fool him Britts. Just trying to make him think it. We can still be friends...we still are friends but I have to yell okay? And say things I really don't mean."

"Why can't you just tell him you want to be with me? That's what you want Santana, isn't it?" she asks and my grip on her hands slackens. My stomach turns to knots and I think I'm going to puke.

"Yes. Yes, that's all I want. Ever. You're everything to me. He just doesn't get that."

I can feel his stare on my back and shivers run up and down my spine. An alarm goes off in my head. He knows it's not real, he knows it. Shit. Shit.

"He's a stupid boy, right?" she mumbles and I just want to run away with her. From all of these people, even take her away from Lord Tubbington. Then we could be ourselves and live in some small town and she could dance and I could...what could I do?

"He's my dad Britt, it's different."

"But I love you Santana."

Her words turn my blood to ice. Dying by shank would be easier than this.

"Shit..." I mumbled. I had just entered my worst nightmare.

'Welcome to Lima, Ohio'

What if Britt met someone? What if she wouldn't want me still?

I felt clammy and uncomfortable in my jeans and shirt.

Rachel's email said semi formal, but really how semi formal can one dress and walk into a high school?

At least the shirt was fancy...ish. If I wore my jacket it would look fine, and I fiddled with the zipper of it as I pulled into the parking lot.

The place had pretty much cleared out except for the teacher parking lot. I checked my dash board again and the time read 2:45pm.

I shifted into park and sighed.

This is to see Britt, I told myself, gathering my thoughts. To figure out if we can work and if I can fix stupid high school mistakes.

I grabbed my phone and wrist-let and walked into the building.

"Nice of you to show up Lopez!" Puck shouted and crushed me in a hug. He was wearing camo cargo pants with a white tee shirt tucked in and boots. So much for formal.

"Oof...yeah well, I still have to piss Berry off somehow," I said into his shoulder. I would have hugged him back but my arms were secured at my sides in his grip.

"How's the army or whatever?" I asked after catching my breath since he released me from his clutch.

"National Guard," he said with a smile. "It's okay depending how you look at it."

He shrugged strong shoulders and crossed his arms.

"What about you? I haven't heard more than 'happy' fucking 'holidays' since high school."

We were standing outside the choir room, Puck standing (strategically?) in front of the window.

"Studying..." I said trying to put up a strong front. He couldn't— no one could know that for the past three years I'd been coming up with different ways to get Brittany back.

He quirked an eyebrow at me. His mohawk was cut short against his scalp. Were mohawks allowed in the army? National Guard whatever...

"Well, I was undecided the first whole year...and then, well now, it's law."

His eyes bugged out of his head and he smiled big.

"Hah, bitch protecting society? I like it."

I rolled my eyes at him and motioned to the door.

"Is everyone in there?" Is Brittany in there? That was the real question, and I hoped he couldn't figure that out.

"Yeah, everyone who responded back to that email. Minus Quinn, Kurt and Blaine, and Mercedes and Sam."

"Ugh," I hacked. "Wheelz."

"Yeah, Artie. Brittany and Tina can't stop laughing. Oh they're getting married by the way."

My heart stopped.

"What?" I screeched, my arms going limp.

"Tina and Mike..." Puck said slowly, trying to figure out why I was so shocked. I sucked in a breath and ran my hand down my face, ignoring my light make up and groaned.

"Oh...OH! Chill out, I meant the Asians. Britt still likes you. She's been whining about you."

Puck punched my arm and I grimaced.

She had been whining about me? Did she miss me, want me? A burning heat took over my whole body as I thought about her. I was embarrassed to go in there now. Puck must have seen me stiffen cause he grabbed my arm and dragged me inside.

"Get it over with quicker," he mumbled around a grin.

Please review if you get the chance, or favorite or alert. I have part two already done so you can expect that in exactly three days, a.k.a sunday. Hope it's interesting so far.

xxRose