Disclaimer: I do not own any of the glee characters. That right belongs to Fox.
A/N: First fanfic! Constructive criticism most welcomed. English is my second language, unfortunately. I'm using this as a writing exercise to practice my grammar. :) Unbeta-ed!
It always starts with Brittany.
"San." Brittany tugged gently at Santana's uniform and diverted her attention away the mirror in her locker. The latina slammed her locker door shut, then crossed her arms over her chest.
"Yeah. Britt?" She said grumpily, though she kept her voice low so as to not upset the blonde.
"Look." The tall blonde pointed at the small mousey brunette of a girl trying but failing to maneuver herself through the crowded hall way. Like sharks to a wounded seal, jocks, cheerios and anyone with any remote status on the high school social totem pole seem to have homed in on the small girl, determined to make her passage through the hall ways near impossible.
Santana merely scoffed at the idiocy that is her fellow high school students. Amateurs.
"Midget needs to learn how to fend for herself."
Its true, if the girl continues to let others walk all over her, she'll never survive high school.
And thats that. Santana thought, nodding sagely to herself.
Santana noticed a slight commotion from the corner of her eyes and caught sight of the familiar blonde hair. She glanced back to see the third member of their trio walking up to them. With her Cheerio skirt swishing to the subtle swing of her hips, Quinn Fabray was a sight to behold. Santana smirked as students parted in awe and made way for the head cheerleader. The summer away didn't seem to quell the fascination the student body had with blonde. In fact, Santana frown puzzlingly, it seems like it had only grown exponentially.
It wasn't easy for the three to make it to the top of social hierarchy, the latina reflects back to their freshman year, but once they were there they have proved to be inviolable. Simply put, Santana is a bitch. She and her ability to place fear in the heart of her fellow students had ensure her place at the top. Quinn is the fiery Latina's opposite in almost every way, cold and aloof. Her illusiveness gives her an air of mystery that seems to fascinates some and attract others to her all the while keeping them at a safe distance away. Brittany is the most approachable of them all, open and friendly, her warm and lovable personality makes it hard for anyone to dislike her. Especially since the blonde is attached to the hip to the head bitch.
They were an impenetrable force, Mckinley never knew what hit them.
Quinn came to a stop besides her fellow blonde to see what had captured her friends' attention. Brittany gasped when the small girl was once again shoved against the lockers, this time her books fell from her hands and clattered to the floor. Laughter rang through out the hallway.
"But she's so little!" She whined and tugged at Quinn's top. Quinn cringes at the sound, and her eyes found the Latina's. They both knew what that means.
Brittany has a tendency to find strays wherever she goes and conveniently enough for the tender hearted dancer, no one seems to be able to say no to her. First it was Betsy, a cow that belong to Brittany's next door neighbor, who was bound for the slaughter house. Then it was the two rowdy mutts from the humane society that no one wanted to adopt. Or last year when Brittany found an injured duck on the side of the pond but her Mom had set a cap to the amount of animals allowed to live at her house. Now Cat, the duck, happily limps around Santana's backyard and cheerily quacks at the dancer whenever the Blonde comes over and visit.
After a lot of glaring and frantic hand gesturing (generally on the part of the brunette), the head cheerleader and her co-captain silently communicated over the pouting blonde's head. Defeated, Santana threw her hands up in exasperation before stalking towards the small girl.
After waiting a beat, Brittany disappeared towards the direction of the classrooms.
The crowd parted quickly to avoid the Latina's wrath, with the exception of two jocks who had failed to notice the fiery Cheerio.
They hovered around the lockers near the small girl, with slushies in hand and their obvious target in mind.
Once Santana was in reasonable distance from the small girl, Quinn made her move. She breezes past the two jocks, hands moving quickly to propel the two Slushies upwards, away from its intended target and straight into their shocked faces. Without breaking her stride, she fell in steps with Brittany, who held out Quinn's textbooks for her and the two cheerleaders left the unsuspecting bullies in their wake. Mocking laughter broke out as the jocks stare at the two cheerleaders in shock, each covered in grape and lime flavored icy respectively.
Quinn remains impassive, an arched eyebrow firmly in place while Brittany fights to keep a blinding smile from bursting forth. They rounded a corner and Santana had appeared beside them, with the small, but chatty girl in tow. Once the crowd's attention had been diverted by the head cheerleader and her well orchestrated move, Santana had quickly grabbed ahold of the small girl and dragged her away from the distracted crowd.
"I must request that you unhand me at once! There are simply no reasons for-"
"Can it. Shrimp." Santana Snapped.
The girl appeared annoyed by the interruption until she noticed the two blondes. Brittany was smiling warmly at the small girl while Quinn merely appeared disinterested. The small girl cleared her throat and took a moment to compose herself. She looked down for a second and when she looked back up she had a maniacal gleam in her eyes. Suddenly she produced a deck of notecards seemingly out of thin air and began reading it in an enthusiastic manner.
"Greetings potential friends! My name is Rachel Barbara Berry, an aspiring broadway star, destined for spotlight. Today begins my first day as a freshman in Mckinley high. I very much look forward to a year of learning from the fine educators of Mckinley high. I would hereby like to extend a hand of friendship towards you. I believe you would find my friendship to be nothing but beneficial for your own educational progress."
If possible Brittany's smile seems to be brighter. Quinn seems to have stop the examination of her nails and found interest elsewhere. Santana's left eye had began to twitch in a manner that reminded Rachel of her crazy uncle Charles at the very Berry Christmas family gathering last year, right before he was committed in a mental health hospital.
"Can we keep her?" Brittany clapped her hands together in glee, while bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"Ah hell no." Santana said, quickly dragging the blonde away before she say something they'd all regret.
"Bye Quinn! Bye Rachel!" Brittany waves enthusiastically before she disappears down the hall way with Santana.
Rachel stared dejectedly after the two Cheerios before turning to find a certain blonde head cheerleader had snuck up besides her and is currently invading her personal bubble, staring at her. The blonde tilts her head slightly to her right, as if she was trying to take in Rachel from a different angle. Her gaze, while intense was not mean-spirited. As the matter of fact, the blonde seems amused.
"Oh!" The small brunette jumped at the blonde's unexpected proximity. "I apologize, uh Quinn was it? I didn't realize you were so close! I don't suppose you would like consider my proposal of friendship. I believe you'll find my company most tolerable...uh..my fathers have indicated ..such.." Rachel trailed off and her confidence began to waver under the blonde's scrutiny. Her smile dims. She fidgets uncomfortably, silently berating herself for allowing someone to make her feel this way.
Then she felt a hand under her chin and suddenly she was staring into the most beautiful pair of hazel eyes. For once in her life, Rachel Berry was speechless, she couldn't even remember the list of appropriate conversation topics she had prepared and memorize last night to fill in awkward silences such as this. She felt all the blood rushed to her face.
"You are weird."
The Blonde finally said. Before Rachel could begin to feel hurt and slink off into the nearest girl's restroom to nurse her first fail attempt at making friends, the small diva notes a distinct lack of menace in the usually insulting statement. In fact, it sounded almost affectionate.
"You- I-" She sputters at the unexpected statement. She felt as if her face was on fire.
Before the brunette could fully form a sentence, the blonde handed her a small photograph.
"You dropped this." Quinn said simply.
Rachel looked down and squinted at the photo in her hand. She realized that it was a photo of her with her fathers during Hanukkah last year. It must've fallen out when she retrieved her notecards.
"They look as if they're in love with each other."
The small girl frowned at the photo. It was one of her favorite picture of her fathers. They each had an arm around her, but their gaze had lingered on each other. Rachel had to agree, they did look very much in love. However, thats still an odd observation for the blonde to make. The diva swung her head back up to voice her confusion, however, the puzzling blonde had already left.
And that was the first and only time Quinn had spoken to her for the duration of her freshman year in Mckinley High.
A/N: Chapter 2 coming soon. There is a very distinct possibility that this may become a faberittana...
