I realized recently that I had not quite finished or posted this story. It's a bit out of date now, with everything that's happened, but I still like it as an AU so here you go. I think it'll be 10 parts.
It begins shortly after RHPS and after that, diverges from canon (obviously, as there's an OC). I started this fic after Duets, when I was sure Brittany was gay and thought Santana was probably bi. Since it's sort of AU I'm leaving Britt gay and will probably just not categorize Santana.
I do not own Glee.
"Mr. Schue! I got us a new recruit!" Mercedes was a few minutes late for Glee, but she came in followed by another girl. "She just moved here, and her family joined my church. I heard her sing on sunday and said she just had to join Glee."
"That's great, Mercedes. Hi there. What's your name?"
"Alexandra. But you can call me Alex." The new girl was fairly tall, and had her hair styled in short twists.
"All right, Alex, well, we have auditions for Glee, but if you aren't ready with a song you could do it next time."
"No, that's fine, I can sing something." She thought for a minute, then leaned over to the pianist while Mercedes sat down.
Give me one reason to stay here - and I'll turn right back around
Give me one reason to stay here - and I'll turn right back around
Said I don't want leave you lonely
You got to make me change my mind
Alex walked slowly about the room as she sang. Her voice was rich and strong. Brittany was transfixed.
"I love this song." She whispered to Santana.
Santana had never heard this song, but she didn't like the way Brittany was looking at this new girl. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared her best Santana death glare at the singer.
Baby I got your number and I know that you got mine
But you know that I called you, I called too many times
You can call me baby, you can call me anytime
But you got to call me
Alex saw the blonde cheerleader watching her sing, and she locked eyes with her. Before moving her attention on, she gave her a little wink. She didn't notice the dark-haired cheerleader shooting her daggers with her eyes.
The new girl finished her song and looked over at the teacher questioningly.
Mr. Schue grinned. "Well, we haven't had to turn anyone away yet, and I don't think we're going to start with you! That was great, Alex, find a seat."
She took a seat next to Mercedes with a smile.
Santana raised her hand.
"Yes Santana?"
"Mr. Schue, since we have 7 girls and 5 boys, I was thinking one of the girls should dance with the boys when we do partner things. Since dancing with Artie is easiest, maybe Alex should dance with him and Brittany can dance with me."
Brittany nodded. "I'm good at being a boy for Santana."
Kurt giggled. He shut up when Santana glared at him. Maybe she hadn't thought this through.
"I don't know, Brittany, we can always arrange something for you four that is different."
"No, I want to. I used to dance boy parts in ballet when I was little, because I was tallest. Ooh, do I get to wear the boy clothes? And make my hair look short?"
"I think Brittany would make a dashing boy." Kurt said.
"She's more of one than you." Santana shot at him.
"Um, Santana, Kurt was agreeing with you." Mercedes pointed out.
"Oh. Right. Sorry."
"Okay, fine, we can try it and see. Mike, teach Brittany the male dance steps on the song we're working on. Santana, why don't you help Alex learn her part, and everyone else, well, practice never hurt anyone."
Alex came over to Santana with a smile. "Hi."
Santana scowled at her. "Look, girl, I don't know what you were all about in that song, but stay away from Brittany. She's special." She crossed her arms over her chest.
Alex's eyes widened. "Hey, whoa, sorry, I was just playing. You two together?"
"What? No! We're not like that. She's my best friend."
"Is she single, then?"
Santana laughed. "Well, between hookups, maybe. See, Britt and I don't really…date. We hook up. I think she's had sex with about half the football team by now. And the others just can't hook up with her because they have girlfriends."
"Um, okay. That sounds pretty sad to me, but if it works for you…"
"Girls! Dancing?"
Santana rolled her eyes and got down to work.
That Friday night, Santana spent the night at Brittany's house. They hadn't hooked up since after watching Mr. Schue and Ms. Pillsbury get it on, and though Santana wouldn't admit it, she missed her friend's kisses.
"Want to watch a movie?" Brittany asked, shutting the door behind them.
Santana raised her eyebrow and shook her head slightly.
"What do you want to do?"
Santana crooked her finger at Brittany and the blonde's face split into a big grin. "Oh! Okay. I wasn't sure if you wanted to do that anymore."
"Britt?"
"Uh huh?"
"Too much talking."
Santana grabbed her friend by the waist and pulled her close, capturing her lips in a kiss.
