Authors Note: Hi everyone! :) Everyone loved my first fan fiction "No if , ands , or buts!" so much I decided to write another one ! This fan fiction , however , is my thoughts about what really happened with Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce . This fan fiction takes place a year before the pilot , certain parts after certain episodes , and after "Original Song" . Hope you all enjoy it ! BTW the little italicized lines you see before each chapter is part of a poem I made that goes along with it . ENJOY ! REVIEW PLEASE !

Chapter 1

She didn't mean to touch me / But the spark was there before I could speak / She uttered, "Excuse me." But I didn't hear her / too focused on the beauty that is her

Santana Lopez walked down the crowded hallway of William McKinley High School in a daze, she didn't notice the older boys that gawked at her as she made her way to her locker and she didn't even notice some of the down low lesbians that eyeballed her either. She was more focused on getting to her next class on time.

Besides, Santana knew by experience that she was beautiful and was so over the stares and whispers she received on a daily basis. Though she had to admit she was impressed, it was only her third week as a freshman at McKinley and she already had been asked out by two of the football players and received phone numbers from three cool kids, two nerds, five boy Cheerios, and one janitor.

She stuffed all of these numbers into a box she kept in her locker on the top shelf. Would she use them? She didn't plan on it; she didn't really care for boys as much as they all thought. To her they were like wind up dolls. Only things to play with when she got bored, and Santana Lopez always got bored.

Santana opened her locker and put her books into it, she eyed her pictures of food and cheerleaders that were plastered on her locker door and walls. Santana wanted to be a cheerleader badly, probably more so than she wanted to manage to eat everything from the menu at BreadstiX which she has managed to almost cover. She would have eaten everything a long time ago, but BreadstiX menu tends to change more frequently these days.

She took out the box of numbers and began to flip through them; she spotted a number card with a blue star which Santana had filed to mean: Boring, but big spender. She took out the number and stuffed it into her jean's pocket; she smiled at herself as she thought about all the breadsticks she was going to receive at BreadstiX the following night.

She closed her locker, still in a daze about food when she felt her books getting knocked to the ground and her shoulder throbbing.

"Ouch!" Santana said, rubbing her shoulder.

"I'm really sorry." She heard a girl's voice say.

"You just came out of nowhere!" Santana yelled

The girl was bending down to pick up Santana's books, when the girl came back up to Santana's height she couldn't help but notice her ocean blue eyes.

"I said I was sorry. You were just standing there." She handed the books to Santana.

"I wasn't standing, I was dazing."

"What's the difference?"

"Dazing is thinking it doesn't require brain power to stand."

"Oh… well I'm sorry about knocking down your books."

"Yeah, it's okay. I guess."

The girl didn't say anything more, but smiled as she fixed her bookbag on her back and trailed off down the hallway as Santana watched after her.

She smiled and walked away from me, almost like a dream / Blinked once she was gone, I couldn't believe