Chapter 1.
It was just like any other morning in William McKinley High School; Brittany and Santana stood at their lockers which just so happened to be next to eachothers as they sipped on their morning latt s talking about Britt's very weird, vivid dream last night abouth how Lord Tubbington's was going to be the next president and there would be rainbows and ice cream every day. Santana chuckled fondly listening to Brittany's sweet, sweet voice as she went on to describe the houses made of Chocolate.
Rachel Berry walked past them, turning her head ever so slightly and looking at them with her books held tightly to her chest "Fuck off man hands!" Santana scowled at her "You are such a nosey hobbit" She shook her head and watched Rachel turn her head with a frown and walk over to Finn. Santana smiled like she'd just achieved something and turned to face Brittany when the bell rang "See you later Britt, I've got Spanish" She kissed Brittany on the cheek before walking to class. The lesson felt like it went on forever and she swore she fell asleep for at least 10 minutes. She was fluent in Spanish so she was kind of let off for not paying attention in class. When class finally ended Santana stood up and collided right into Rachel "Urgh watch where you're going short stack" She said in an aggrivated tone as she knelt down to pick her books off the floor.
"Sorry..." Rachel muttered and handed Santana her books - including her diary by mistake - before picking up her own.
"Thanks" She said dully as she took her books and Rachel's diary off Rachel. "Hobbits first" She smiled slyly and took joy in the displeasure on Rachel's face as she sighed and walked out of the classroom.
Later at Lunch Santana went back to her locker to empty all the books out of her bag and studied the front of Rachel's diary "Oh my god, no way" She chuckled and looked to each side to make sure no one was looking and stuffed the diary back into her bag making sure she read the whole contents of it later on. "Hi!" A familiar voice sang and Santana turned to see a happy looking Brittany skip towards her and hug her tightly.
"Hey Britt" Santana smiled and hugged her best friend back just as tightly and giving her a quick peck on the lips. "What do you want to do for lunch?" "Well they're serving tater tots in the cafeteria and I really want some.." Brittany twirled her hair and looked to the side.
Santana took Brittany's pinky by her own "Come on then you silly goose, we don't want to get there and see that Mercedes took them all!" The two cheerio's walked down the corridor and into the Cafeteria by the pinkies and got some tator tots. Evidently, while they waited Mercedes was in a heated argument with one the staff demanding she got twice as many tots than was given to her and Santana couldn't help but laugh "God the girl could eat for the country" She smirked as Mercedes heard and glared at her. San just shrugged, keeping a smirk in place and booty bumped her out of the way "Me and Britt's want some tots too" She said "And I really think you should be watching the amount of tots you take in" She eyed her and went with Brittany over to a table.
"You know...I'm going to need a makeout session after this" Santana whispered into the blonde's ear "You know how I need something warm underneath me" She smirked and kissed her neck for a few seconds before popping a tot into her mouth playfully.
It didn't take long until they were in Brittany's room; Santana ontop of Brittany as they made out. Santana kissed down her best friend's neck while she stroked Santana's arm. "San..?" She asked quietly .
"Mmm?" She asked, she hated it when Brittany tried to hold a conversation when she was trying to get her lady loving on.
"You are sure this is okay aren't you?" She asked and stopped stroking her arm.
"What do you mean?" Santana looked up curiously.
"Well...It's just that Quinn said girls should only kiss guys and that if someone kisses someone else when they are already with someone then it's wrong" Brittany said sadly.
Santana sighed. Quinn always tried to screw things up for her "Pay no attention to her Britt, it's fine. You love me right? And I love you. That's all the matters" She smiled honestly.
"I do love you I really do San but because me and Artie are together...is it wrong?" She played with her best friends hair as her mind wondered off for a few seconds.
"No, of course it isn't! Besides, if you had to choose you'd pick me right?" She smirked and pressed their lips together.
"Yeah...yeah" Brittany said between kisses, not quite sure who she'd choose but that didn't worry Santana. Brittany was hers and she always would be. She always was, even from a young age. Her and Britt had always been close and when they used to play they would be boyfriend and girlfriend, her mom had the picture to prove it.
That night when Santana returned home she pulled Rachel's diary out of her bag and turned to the first entry. She knew it would probably be all about Glee club and Sectionals and Finn fucking Hudson but she still wanted to pry, who wouldn't? It came as quite a shock when the diary was nothing to do with any of those things. Well it was but not as much as it was about Santana.
Dear Diary,
Santana Lopez takes my breath away. It doesn't even matter that she treats me like gum stuck to her shoe - something that should be rid off immediately - because I'm truly mesmerised by her and I do not know why yet. Her voice sends chills down my spine and her smile is like heaven and the way she holds and kisses Brittany? It makes me so jealous. I hate seeing the gooey loved up eyes of Santana Lopez when she looks at Brittany because I know she'll never look at me like that, the way that I look at her. That kills me. I don't know why she hates me so much...why she treats me the way she does but...we used to be friends...all of us did - Me, Brittany, Santana and Quinn - and now they are the popular girls with the great looks and people falling at their feet and I'm a nobody. However, being a nobody has made me appreciate so much more and makes me strive to reach my goals. There's just one goal, one dream I'm scared to reach for diary and that is the love of one Santana Lopez.
- Rachel Berry