Sancedes Chapter 1
"I'm going to assign you a partner for your duets based on your vocal range, winners get a coupon good enough for two to breadsticks" said Mr. Schuster, fixing the buttons on his cardigan. "Sam and Tina, Puck and Quinn, Artie and Finn, Rachel and Kurt, Blaine and Rory and Mercedes and Santana."
Mike Chang raised his index finger in the air, signaling Mr. Schu. "Oh and Mike and Brittany will choreograph a simple dance number for each pair."
After the bell rang for the next class, Santana called out to Mercedes. "Yo Mercedes!" Mercedes turned around quickly and smiled. "I know what song will show McKinley who the real divas in this school are." Santana stated proudly. Mercedes raised her left eyebrow in interest. "We should do a Beyoncé mash up of her songs 'ring the alarm' and 'diva'" Mercedes eyes lit up. "YES, that is what we're doing girl." Mercedes confirmed. "So we should work on it today afterschool, but I'm going to come to your house. Lima Heights aint for everybody, if you walk down those streets looking as amazing as you do now, you'll be the next missing person on the 10 o'clock news" Santana said matter-of-factly. Mercedes chuckled and said okay, walking to her next class.
Feeling her phone vibrate Santana looked down at it, seeing that she had received a text, it read 'Why does the Easter Bunny carry eggs when Rabbits don't lay eggs?" It was from Brittany. Sighing, Santana pressed cancel, ignoring the text. Not that long ago, Santana was in love with Brittany, but after a while Brittany's moronic statements and actions seemed to bother her more and more.
At lunch Santana sat with the rest of the glee group, while Rachel and Kurt practiced a Barbara Streisand number and Brittany rambled on about her cat Lord Tubbington, and his addiction to cigarettes. "Are you even listening to me Santana?" Brittany questioned. "What-oh...yeah." Santana mumbled, trying to focus her attention on Brittany. In reality though, she was staring past Brittany to the next table where Mercedes ate with her boyfriend, Shane Tinsley, a burly football player.
Brittany snapped her fingers several times before she got Santana's attention again. "Why do you keep ignoring me?" Brittany asked in a child-like voice. Feeling a sudden wave of anger Santana answered in a strained voice, "Because Brittany, I don't care about Lord Tubbington, I actually hope he keeps smoking cigarettes and keels over, why can't your tiny mind comprehend that? And how would I know why the Easter Bunny carries eggs? Why don't you go ask Santa Claus, who by the way isn't real, I hate to break it to you. Oh and also, no one wants to listen to an idiot. Does that answer your question? I hope it does." The whole table stared back and forth between Brittany and Santana not saying a word. Brittany looked as though she were about to cry, but then surprised the group by speaking up. "Santana that wasn't very nice and I don't think your abuela never wants to see you again because you're a lesbian, I think it's because you're a bitch." After staring at each other for several seconds, Santana looked away and walked out of the cafeteria. Mercedes, looked at the table where the glee club was sitting and saw that everyone was around Brittany and no one even looked in Santana's direction. So she decided to follow her.
"Santana!" Mercedes yelled as she watched Santana's cheerios skirt disappear into the bathroom. Mercedes made a beeline to the girls' room. Once inside she spotted Santana immediately, hunched over the sink, sobbing. She walked over and placed her hand on Santana's back. "You okay girl?" Mercedes asked after a brief silence. Santana stared into her eyes as the tears continued to cascade silently down her cheeks. "I'm not as tough as everyone thinks I am. I really did love Brittany, but now, I-" Santana paused. "But now I'm into someone else, someone strong and beautiful, and Brittany is a girl, and this person I'm crushing on is…well, she's a woman." Immediately feeling uncomfortable Mercedes looked quizzically into Santana's direction, while at the same time, Santana leaned forward and placed her lips on Mercedes's, at first the kiss was unsure and unreciprocated, but after a few seconds Mercedes kissed Santana back, and then pulled away, speechless.
After an awkward silence, Mercedes spoke up. "I can't do this Santana, I really can't. I have Shane." Santana smirked, "And Mr. Trout-mouth right? I know about you and Sam." Mercedes tried to protest. "But-I-" she stammered. "So just add me to your list of secrets." Santana said mischievously leaning in for another kiss. Mercedes backed away "You aint gon' blackmail me. I'm not Brittany." Now Santana stood, quietly. "If we're going to do this," Mercedes started slowly, "Were going to do this at my pace." Santana smirked, pleasantly surprised. "So you're into this then?" She asked, and Mercedes nodded a little unsure, and Santana kissed her cheek. "So I'll meet you at your house then? We can't go together, because I have someone I need to speak to" Santana said opening the door to the hallway. After several minutes Mercedes left as well.
