AN: TRYING OUT A LITTLE BADASS BRITT. HAVEN'T SEEN ALOT OF THOSE STORIES SO...


There are three words to describe me; Sexy, Smart, and a Bitch. Once you've gotten on the bad side of Santana Lopez, there's no getting off. Wanky. There are two things I care about in the whole entire world; my family and my STATUS. In McKinley High School, STATUS IS EVERYTHING. The popular kids are made up of The Jocks, Cheerleaders, and kids that come from money. The nerds, well there nerds and nerds stick with their little group in fear of getting slushied or punched in the throat, It depends how I'm feeling that day. Then you got the wannabees, skaters, emo kids and the WORST of them all, The Juvenile Delinquent Lima Losers. That little group consists of the sluts and druggies. They come to school stoned or hung over sometimes, on average do poorly in school, often from a lower class. That group of people consist of Noah Puckerman, Lauren Zizes, Gay Boy Blaine Anderson, Ex-best friend Quinn Fabray, Trouty Mouth, Frankenteen Hudson, and the ring leader of the misfits, Brittany S. Pierce, the brains of the whole operations they got going on over there.

And here I am, all alone at lunch waiting for my girlfriend when Brittany decides to give me a little visit. She sits down next to me pulling me from thought.

"What do you want, Pierce." I said coldly.

"Well hello to you too, babe," She said smirking.

I laughed. "Babe? Don't humble yourself. You will never have a chance with perfection like myself." That came out a little harsher then I intended. A flash of hurt washed over Brittany's blue eyes but as soon as it was there it was gone.

"I think you'll look more perfect under me but nobody's perfect. You live and you learn it, again and again 'till you get it right." She said looking straight at me, smiling.

"Quoting Hannah Montana, now aren't we?" I said chuckling.

"My idol," She said smiling even larger than before. We held a little staring contest.

"You know I can feel the sexual tension right now, between us," She said leaning into me.

"Well you must have gotten me fucked up with some other bitch," I deadpanned. Than someone cleared their throats. I looked up to see my girlfriend, Emily, and her little fag hag, Kurt, and Mercedes in front of us. I looked over to Brittany realizing how close we were with each other.

"Are we interrupting something?" Kurt asked curiously.

"No."

"Yes." Brittany said.

"Why the fuck are you still here, Pierce?" Emily asked.

"Trying to get Santana to realize that she's making a mistake…dating you," Brittany said giving Emily the Death glare. I had to be the perfect girlfriend and stick up for Emily.

"Seriously Pierce?! Leave me alone! You will never have a chance with me because I don't do charity," I said lacing every word with venom. She slowly got up. I could clearly see what I had said hurt her.

"Well when you're done with Ms Captain of the Swim Team, Emily Fields and you want to walk on the wild side, give me a call," She said throwing me a wink before walking over to her goon squad.

"Who does she think she is?" Kurt said with disgust.

"She is a slut, who thinks she can get any girl." Emily said drinking her Gatorade.

"She surely wants Santana," Kurt stated picking at his salad.

"But she can't have me because I have the most wonderful girlfriend ever." I said emphasizing 'girlfriend'.

Brittany P.O.V

I walked over to Quinn and everyone else at the lunch table.

"Ohhhh Rejected," Puck said.

"Not rejected. She wants me whether she knows it or not. She's just being defiant and trying to make it work with her robotic swimmer girlfriends" I said smirking.

"Britt, babe, maybe your approach is… strong?" Quinn said.

"Babe?" Blaine questioned.

"Yeah, we're sorta dating," Quinn said. Everyone, except Puck who was to busy flirting, exchanged a confused look.

"We're not really dating we're just fucking. It's complicated. I pine after Santana and she tries to get Rachel," I said.

"Okay, Brittany, if you want to get Santana you have to be suave, then you'll have Santana swooning after you, leaving that little fish girl in the swimming pool she was born in," Lauren said.

"Don't listen to Zizes. You need to ignore her and then she'll be begging on her knees for your sweet lady loving," Puck said joining the conversation.

"I have most of my classes with her and my assign seat is right next to her," I panicked, "Who can ignore such beauty." I looked over to Santana, whose eyes locked with mines. I threw her a wink that actually made her blush. Score one Pierce.

"That's why they made acting. Act like you don't care for her anymore." Sam said.

"Mind games," I said intrigued. Then in the corner of my eye, I saw Rachel in her new Cheerios Uniform walking up to us, smiling.

"Hello Brittany. Hello Quinn. Everyone else." Rachel said.

"What do you want, Manhands," Finn asked rudely. Rachel and him had a nasty break up last summer.

"Shut up Finn," Quinn said giving Finn a death glare I would be scared of.

"Thank you Quinn. I came over to say hello and hoping you guys would join Glee club?" Rachel asked more then said.

"Why and who else is in it?" Puck asked.

"Well Noah if you must know, the glee club consist of, Mike Chang, Tina Cohen-Chang, Artie Abrams, Sugar Motta, Mercedes Jones, Kurt Hummel, and Me of course. Ohh, I almost forgot and Santana Lopez," Rachel said. Everyone groaned knowing what was coming next.

"WE'RE IN," I exclaimed. I get to see Santana even more now. Whoa, I sound like an obsessed weirdo.

"Fantastic!" Rachel said clapping her hands. "We meet everyday after school. See you later."

"Bye Rachel," Quinn said.

"What did you just get us into, Pierce?" Finn said angrily.

"Just because you don't like her doesn't mean I have to stop being her friend." I said getting into his face.

"Shut up Brittany. Why don't you realize that Santana will never ever in your lifetime be attracted to you?" He shouted as the lunch room got quiet and everyone turned to look at us. Scattered whispering started to fill the silence. I felt embarrassed and I really wanted to cry so I did the best thing I could do. I punched Finn in his face and proudly walked out the lunch room with my head held high.

AN2: SOO... INTERESTING?

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