Hey guys, this is a Brittana story, I couldn't decide if I should keep in Santana's point of view or like 2nd or third… I'll try and keep it consistent but I'm sorry If changes every chapter or so…

This is rated R for smut… not this chapter though!

Also, please check out my other fanfictions! J

Santana's POV.

This was my first year at cheer camp. I was always a good cheerleader, but turning 14 six months ago meant going to high school in the fall, and everyone knows that coach Sylvester is pretty damn crazy and hard. She trains her Cheerio's like an NFL team and if I want to get on the team I'll have to be able to run with the big dogs. Which is why I begged my mom to send me here over summer, instead of lazing around and getting fat, I could work on whatever I could improve.

June 6

I grab my suite case and duffle bag from the car, looking around for a minute trying to decide if I really want to stay here before my mother takes off. She gets out the car and pulls me into a hard, wet kiss. "Te extrañaré mucho! I'm gonna miss you, sweetheart!" She says.

"Mom, come on cool it. They're gonna deem me loser of the summer."

"If they do it's because they're jealous that they don't have mother that loves them half as much as I love you!" I smile, she does love me a hell of a lot. And that's saying something.

"Te amo demaisiado, mami" I give her a peck on the cheek and urge her into the car to drive away.

Now, where the hell to go? I ask myself looking around, none of the campers look even half as nice to ask for directions. So I go to my best bet; an adult. "Yo!" I shout to the women wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. "Where do I go to find out where I'm sleeping?" I ask her. She laughs at me and checks her list.

"Name?"

"Santana Lopez."

"Mhm.." She flips through a few more pages before she points to the last cabin by the lake. "That's yours, cabin 15. I hope you have fun this summer."

"We'll see." I shout back as I start to walk.

I walk in and see that the cabin is actually nice looking. I was expecting something out of a Jason movie, you know? Walls made out of tree trucks, floors with deep indents or something like that but this was actually nice. The walls and floor were wood, but they were like nice Oak wood, with a kick ass view of the Lake. I looked over to see a bed by the wall with a dresser that matched the wood walls of the cabin. That's when I looked to the other side to find a small blonde sitting on a bed and looking down at her phone, right when I looked over though our eyes connected. "Hi!" She almost shouted. But she had a soft voice, I smile at her. She must be your room mate.

"Hey… I'm Santana."

"Sanatana. That's a pretty name. I'm Brittany." You're pretty. I think to myself, and for some reason I can't wipe this dumbass grin off my face. God, she's pretty. I scan my brain looking for something, anything to say to her to distract from me staring at her. I turn your back and start to unpack my clothes. There's a meeting about 30 minutes in the gym. That's when I decided to say the first thing that comes to my mind.

"What were you doing on your phone?" Too personal!

"Texting Lord Tubbington." She answers. "I turn around almost instantly and stare.

"What the hell is a Lord Tubbington?"

"My cat. I think he's joined a gang…" I blink and raise an eyebrow, before I start to giggle a little bit.

"Ok, are we the only two girls in this room?" No Santana, there's two beds so that two other girls can walk in and sleep on the floor.

"It's a pretty small camp; most of the cabins have two girls in them." She looks sad.

"What's wrong?" I ask her actually caring, I usually don't.

"Me and a few other girls got here earlier than everyone else… and my roommate moved out."

"Why would she do that? You seem nice."

"She said that I was stupid and that she lost brains cells listening to me."

"Whatever Britt, you're not stupid."

"Britt?"

"Yeah… like a nick name."

"I've never had one before." She beams at me. "Can I call you sanny bear?" I laugh again.

"How about San… some other kids at my school call me Satan…" I say the last part a littler quieter.

"Why would they do that!?"

"I have a repetition of being a bitch, when I'm actually just honest."

"I don't think you're… that." I smile that she can't even muster out the word. She's too adorable.

I walk up to her. "Can I sit next to you?" She scoots over and I catch a whiff of her, she smells so amazing. "So, is this your first year? It's mines." I ask her. She shakes her head.

"I was here last year for dance… but I don't know anybody. No one talked to me last year."

"Well…" I started returning her smile. "You know me."

"Yeah, I do" I look over to notice that her duffle bag isn't unpacked but her suit case is, or even touched for that matter.

"Why haven't you unpacked?"

"I think Lord Tubbington smuggled drugs in my bag." I look away for a while before I'm forced to laugh, then she laughs too. "What?"

"Nothing, how about I check it out for you?" I ask Brittany. She simply nods her head and I go to unzip the duffle bag. I take out a few shorts and the rest are tennis shoes. I place them alongside the wall before walking back over to her. "No drugs, I promise." She smiles and I feel my knees go weak for a minute. Damn that smile.

Brittany told me a hell of a lot about Lord Tubbington on our way to the gym. She explained that he reads her diary every day when she leaves for school. When I asked how she knew this she told me that she would find it on her bed every day when she left it on the dresser. Then she told me that he has pills for feline depression but refuses to take them. She had me dying of laughter when she told me that he dressed up as a Unicorn on Halloween to make her happy. That's when some blonde girl stepped in front of us and stopped my laughing because she looked so damn serious. She had platinum, bleached blonde hair, and she was tall. Much taller than me anyway. Her arms were folded and she was glaring at Brittany. "I see you found someone to finally put up with your stupidity." That took me by surprise, I felt myself growing hot. And I was about to say something to the trash talking bitch but then I remembered how my mom told me absolutely no fighting this summer.

"Leave me alone, Miranda!" Brittany screeched. Nice one Britt.

"Is it true that you don't know the rest of the alphabet? I heard that you stop after L, M, N."

"They're too similar, I get frustrated." I looked over and Brittany had tears forming. That's when I steeping between Brittany and the girl that was obviously Miranda.

"This is bullying and I will not tolerate it." I simply said. She glared down at me now.

"Who's the short Mexican? I didn't even know they were a loud to cross the border."

"First off, I'm American bitch. And secondly; I'm about to be your worst nightmare." She was about to respond but I cut her off. "Now, listen, and listen well: Because I'm going to say this once and only once." I stepped closer to her almost closing the gap between us, she tried to intimidate me because she was taller but… who gives a shit? "You're going to lay off Brittany here. Because honestly, like really, who are you? Eh!" I put my hand in her face. "I don't even care, that was a rhetorical question."

"What does 'rhetorical' mean?" Brittany whispered.

"Not. Now. Britt." I whispered, "Now, if for some reason you can't find it in yourself to lay off her, I will resort in having to go all Lima heights on your ass! Me voy a vencer a tu culo!" Miranda stepped back. Yeah, that's what I thought. "So why don't you walk your pathetic ass back to your room and try to re-bleach your hair? You're roots are showing and it's actually really exhausting to even look at you." Miranda stomped away without another word. I took a deep breath and turned to Brittany who was now giggling with joy. That's much better.

"No one has ever done that for me! That was awesome." That's when she stopped and thought. "You are a bit of a…you know."

"I'm honest. Her hair was becoming exhausting to look at and I was going to beat her ass even she even whispered another word to you." I looked at her, "And you're not stupid." That's when Brittany linked our pinky's together. I looked down at them, if this was anyone else I would have pushed them away, but Brittany… she felt different. And her pinky fit so well.