A/N: This will be my very first GLEE fanfic and I hope to continue making more in the future.
PS: I'm still marathon-ing GLEE since last weekend.

Rated T mostly for later chapters.

This is the first chapter! I decided to divide it into sections. I don't know how long it would be... but I'm guessing no longer than five chapters :). I'll probably be updating every two weeks... earlier or later depending on my mood lol. ENJOY!


The first time she ever felt it, she was clueless. "What is this?" was her question as she kept on watching the blonde-haired girl from across the hall. The feeling sent pleasure throughout her body. She knew by then that she wanted something more with a mere stranger. And because of that, she was afraid of the feeling. She was afraid of the stranger.

Santana Lopez was a popular girl in her early teens. She didn't like boys at all but considers to flirt back with them just to keep up with the trend. She tried really hard to fit in because she didn't want to be an outcast. Although it hurts her whenever she mocks other people for their insecurities, she figured that it was the only way she could hide her true feelings.

"Ms. Lopez, you've been causing too much trouble here in school. I might suggest putting you in detention for at least two weeks straight," the principal told her, "I shall be notifying your parents."

Santana didn't care. She still held up her catty attitude as she chewed her gum loudly. She knew that the principal was annoyed by the sound of gum chewing and she loved it. Santana was immediately directed to detention by the principal and she responded by slowly walking out of the room, chewing her gum louder.

Arriving in front of the detention room, as she continued to chew her gum, Santana analyzed the detention room door. It had a small peek-through window at an eye level. There was a sign that said 'DETENTION' in front of the door as well. It didn't seem like she was going to have fun in detention. But being in detention would only give her the ego that she survived detention and that she was part of those kids you really don't want to mess around with. She wants to hold a reputation, in general.

As soon as she opened the door, she received glances from several people. They seriously do seem like they were trouble children, especially with how they dressed and how they looked. Finally, they diverted their attention back to what they were doing previously. Most of the boys were messing around together while some of the few girls inside the detention room were filing their nails while chewing gum. Santana gulped down before she proceeded towards the room to sit in a chair.

Upon sitting on a chair, she placed her backpack by the side and rested her elbow on top of the table, placing her chin on the palm of her hand and coming out with a sigh from her mouth. She didn't know what to do inside the detention room. She didn't want to pull out notes because she thought she would look like a loser in front of the troubled kids around her whom, in result, may pick on her in the future. She didn't want to pull out a piece of paper either and start drawing. They might think she was some art freak. But it wasn't like she did think that her drawing skills were any good compared to those true 'art freaks'.

Suddenly, the door opened once again. Like before, everyone turned their heads towards the door to see who the person was. Santana was absolutely shocked to see who it was.

"Hey Brit!" one of the boys greeted the blonde-haired girl and proceeded to wink afterwards.

"Hello there," the girl greeted with a slight smile and looked around for a chair.

Just then, Santana made eye contact with the girl. She diverted her stare towards something else, hoping that the girl wouldn't sit close to her. But it was all too late as she felt the girl sitting at the chair to her right.

"Hi there," the blonde-haired girl greeted shyly with a smile.

Santana looked up at the girl, quite hesitantly.

"Hi..." she replied and looked away.

"My name's Brittany, Brittany S. Pierce. But I'm not Britney Spears," the girl continued.

Santana gave her a skeptical look. The girl sounded dumb much to her surprise.

"Santana Lopez," she responded.

"It seems like it's your first time here. We should totally be BFFs!" Brittany said with much excitement.

"I'd rather not be affiliated with troublesome people like you."

"You're in detention. That means you're troublesome too."

Santana sighed. There was in no way she was going to get out of the conversation with Brittany. She didn't want to talk to her any longer. But she couldn't bring herself to stop replying to the girl. She loved every moment in fact. But she was afraid. She knew she shouldn't associate herself with the girl any longer. She knew it wouldn't be possible because she would be going to detention for two weeks straight as the principal had told her. And now knowing that Brittany was known inside the detention room, Santana knew that Brittany comes in frequently. But in Santana's eyes, Brittany didn't seem that bad of a girl.

"Why are you in detention?" Santana asked Brittany.

"I kissed a guy at the hallway," Brittany replied quickly as if she had rehearsed the same thing every single day.

Santana nodded in response. From there, she thought that the girl didn't lean towards girls. It gave her relief and, at the same time, disappointment. Yet, she considered to smile in front of her in return.

"What about you? I've seen you bullying those kids around there. I'm surprised that you've been in detention just now."

"Reason why I'm being put in detention for two weeks straight instead of a day."

"That's awesome," Brittany smiled, "you really do fit the bad girl image."

"Is that a compliment?" Santana asked, not sure if she was being complimented or being mocked.

Brittany nodded her head as she twirled some strands of her hair around her index finger. Her stare towards Santana seemed to have triggered pleasurable impulses throughout the girl's body yet she didn't know about it. She was oblivious to how she looked like in front of the girl. She wasn't doing anything seductive on purpose.

Santana gulped down and tried to calm herself down.

"This girl is really dangerous..." she said inside her mind.

Soon, the staff responsible for supervising detention went inside while calling an order across the room and sat at the teacher's desk. Everybody immediately sat down properly on their respective seats. It seems like the trouble kids found their challenge. The teacher did seem pretty scary anyway.

"Do your homeworks, you little twats!" she exclaimed as she placed her feet on top of the table with her arms crossed.

Santana was staring at her for a long time. She didn't realize that the supervisor caught her eyes and was staring back at her as well.

"You! At the back!"

Santana awoke from her senses and looked around to see who the supervisor was referring to.

"You, idiot! Stop looking around!"

"Me?" Santana mouthed as she pointed at herself.

"Yes you! Are you just going to stare at me all day or are you going to do your homework?!"

"Sorry..." Santana apologized as she grabbed the quick-to-do homeworks she had and a pen from her other bag pocket.

Brittany looked over Santana. Since she knew Santana was new to detention, she thought that the girl didn't know of the terror supervisor they had. Their supervisor was actually picked to be the school's detention supervisor and no other. The school thought that by having her as a supervisor, the school's trouble kids would stop causing trouble.

"Hey Santana," Brittany leaned over the girl and whispered, "that's Ms. Sylvester. One time, she growled at me and I swear she became Satan."

Santana discreetly looked over Brittany and nodded with a slight smile before returning to do her homework.

"No chatting! This is detention people! Not a fun house!" Ms. Sylvester shouted from across the room while looking at Brittany and Santana, causing everyone to jump from their seats.

Brittany took out a breather before returning back to her homework. But Brittany knew nothing. Doing her homework was a joke.

Santana noticed that the girl was struggling so she looked over again at the girl discreetly, trying to peek at her homework. Santana could seriously not believe how dumb the girl was for stressing over such an easy English homework.

"It's just determining subject and predicate... How easy is that?! How did this girl even pass through grade school?!" Santana thought in her mind with frustration. She wanted to help the girl badly but she knew she couldn't because she might get yelled at by Ms. Sylvester.

After detention, Santana proceeded to rush out of the room and hurried her way through the entrance of the building but Brittany caught up to her, walking quickly. Santana looked at the girl as she kept walking, wondering why the girl was following her. But she didn't pay much attention to it as she proceeded to exit the school building.

Upon seeing her mother, Santana ran towards her. She looked back at Brittany and saw the girl standing there with a slight smile.

"Are any of your parents here yet?" she asked Brittany.

"No... my mom's at work. She's picking me up in thirty minutes."

"Do you want a ride to your house instead, dear?" Santana's mother offered.

"That's okay Santana's mom. I'm used to being alone for thirty minutes," Brittany replied to the kind offer.

"Are you sure about that?"

Brittany nodded with a smile.

"Alright darling... we'll be going ahead now," Mrs. Lopez told Brittany as she opened the car door for her daughter before climbing up the driver's seat.

Santana looked over the window and watched Brittany as the car drove away. Brittany was waving goodbye to her with a smile so she replied back with the same gesture. As soon as the car was too far for Santana to see the girl, she sat properly on her seat and looked over at her mother.

"Mom, do you believe in love at first sight?"