A/N: This is the result of being overly obsessed with Brittany and Santana. Seriously, I have never been this emotionally attached with a couple on a television show as I am with these two... Sorry, if that creeped you out xD I'll shut up and start the story.

Oh... This story is named after Just a Feeling by Maroon 5.


Chapter 01 – First Impressions

The vast body of students parted like the Red Sea as she made her way down the halls, not even thinking to slow her pace for anybody. A feeling of accomplishment and pride simmered within her as the students squirmed uneasily, pushing themselves as close to the lockers as was possible. A few nearly tripped on their footing trying to flee when they realized she was coming their way at the last minute. This had almost gotten a chuckle out of her. Well… almost. No one deserved to hear her beautiful voice. Nah, scratch that. They didn't even deserve to breathe the air she breathed. That's what she believed anyways.

And who could blame her? She had worked herself to the bone last year, her blood and sweat put into everything she did as she carried out Sue's insane demands. And at the end of each day, she would take an hour long shower to furiously scrub away the dirty feelings that accumulated from completing Sue's requests. Once it was a six minute shower because a certain maid had forgotten to turn on the water heaters. And she hadn't believed a thing as the maid begged her to let her stay.

(On her knees, tears in her eyes) Please! I beg of you, let me stay! I have four cats to feed!

(Rolls eyes) I fucking hate cats, and for the last time, get the hell out of my sight before I call the Police. You don't work for me anymore so you are now a stranger trespassing on my property.

Please! I'll give you anything you want! Just give me a chance! I promise never to do it again!

I don't give second chances, and since when do I want anything from you? (Dials three buttons on her phone)

Go ahead. Call her a cold, heartless bitch. Because remember? She never gave a fuck in the first place. Besides, when you mess with her daily stress reliever, you get fucked. No, not literally. She wouldn't stoop that low.

And finally, here she was, Captain of Mckinley Highschool's Cheerios, a sophomore, and dating the quarterback, Sam Evans. Oh, you can add smoking hot to that list too. At this rate, people were practically eating out of the palm of her hands. She was young, hot, had a hot boyfriend, and was popular. Everything a girl wants.

"Excuse me!" Someone called from not far behind her. She had heard of this voice before, and her pace instinctively quickened. It still had the same effect on her since freshmen year whenever it was within hearing range. Throwing up.

"Santana!" Her strut didn't falter. Maybe if she kept walking and pretended she was as deaf as fuck, the creature would go away?

"Santana Lopez!" Nope. Still deaf in both ears.

"Santan-aaaa!" Holy fuck... was she singing?

She could barely feel the bile in the back of her throat as the voice sang her name but it was enough for her. Sue would put her back to the bottom of the pyramid if she arrived to her office covered in barf. She can't risk anything. She just got this spot and worked everything for it. It wasn't going to be thrown away so carelessly. Why did I eat breakfast?

"What the fuck is it Berry?" Santana snapped aloud as she came to an abrupt stop in the middle of the hallways. The bile in the back of her throat gradually dissipated as she interrupted the annoying-singsongsinging-voice. She didn't bother turning around because stopping to listening to what this dwarf had to say was enough. If Berry wanted to talk to her, she'd come to her.

It took a few seconds for Dobby to catch up, and Santana was counting those few seconds. She would give her four minutes. Five minutes tops since she helped Sam with his Algebra homework.

"You should not cuss on school grounds Santana. It is not tolerated and highly unprofessional." Rachel said as she stood in front of her. She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in response.

"What is it Berry? I didn't allow you to willfully pester me for nothing so this had better be good. You've got five minutes before I get a restraining order. Your time starts… now." Glancing away from her watch, she tried her best and braced her ears and her stomach for the inevitable.

"Well, this will be very brief. I just wanted to inform you that the Glee Club needs at least twelve members to qualify for Sectionals and we're two people short. I know you are currently romantically involved with Sam Evans, who has recently joined the club thanks to my persuasion, and since he has told me a couple of times of your impeccable singing voice whilst tutoring, I came it upon myself to ask if you might be interested in joining the Glee Club. You might not be as good of a singer as me, and you never will be, but I would not mind adding another slightly inadequate voice with the others to back me up. So, what do you say?" Rachel finished. Taking a quick breathe and smiled jubilantly. She said everything she needed to say. Mr. Shuester can thank her later by giving her the rest of the week's solos. She's got this in the bag.

Santana just stood there, blank with her mouth slightly agape. She had dozed off after the word brief. It wasn't her fault she was born with a short attention span to Rachel Berrys. Noticing the annoying voice had stopped, she blinked and her mind came back to what was in front of her.

"What?"

Rachel rolled her eyes. This was definitely Sam Evan's girlfriend alright.

"I was wondering if you wanted to join Glee Club?" Hopefully this question was simple enough.

Santana didn't even answer, but walked past her instead, wanting as much distance between her and the Hobbit as was possible. Rachel swiftly turned in the direction Santana left, confusion obvious on her face. That wasn't what she had expected. Quickly, she followed her.

"Santana!" Rachel called again, but Santana just ignored her as she disappeared behind Sue's office door.

"Curses." Rachel muttered as she caught up to Coach Sylvester's door. No one was allowed in there unless given permission. This was definitely off-limits. She took a sigh and left for her lockers, some Barbra Streisand would definitely cheer her up.

She would definitely have to ask Santana again tomorrow.

"Lopez, take a seat." Sue ordered whilst keeping her eyes on a piece of paper. Santana said nothing and did what she was told, sitting in the only seat in front of Sue's desk.

She felt nervous. Getting called to Sue's office usually meant getting some errands done, but this time, she had a weird feeling in her gut that it wasn't to pick up a protein shake.

She shook her head quickly and rid the thought from her mind. That's fucking ridiculous.

The coach finished reading the paper and set it down on her desk. Santana's stomach squirmed in the worst way.

"So, I've been reading the performances of the Cheerios this past month, and according to the statistics from last year's Cheerios, you're not doing much of a good job in improving them." Sue said, staring back at the paper and then back to Santana, taking a moment to take off her reading spectacles.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" She inquired with a tone similar to accusation. Santana could feel her gut sinking lower in shame.

"I'll try har-"

"No." Sue held up a hand, completely interrupting her. "I don't want to hear the word try. It means you may or may not win, and in my books, that's not enough. Its either you win, or you win. And if that doesn't work then you can kiss Cheerios goodbye." Santana felt her chest growing tighter in fear from Sue's words.

Sue got up from her seat and walked to the side of her desk, passing Santana, and to the back of the room, examining a few pictures of last year's Cheerios, where Santana was in the bottom of the pyramid.

"Now, what the Cheerios needs is a dancer, and I don't mean another Finn Hudson. I'm talking about a Michael Jackson reincarnation. Someone that can take the place of last year's dancers who graduated," Sue explained, turning back around and made her way back to her seat, "And if you don't find the team a better dancer within a month or so, then you can kindly hand me back your Cheerios uniform and title to Head Cheerio. I'm sure I can find another girl willing to take your place." Santana gulped. This wasn't how she pictured this year starting. It's only been the fourth week of school and she was already on the verge of getting kicked off of the Cheerios.

"Do I make myself clear?" Sue asked, leaning back in her seat. Santana nodded.

"Yes, coach." She managed to croak out.

"Good. You may leave now. It's time for my weekly Elliptical workout." Sue waved her off and Santana wasted no time and left the room.

"Fuck." She muttered to herself as she was back in the hallways.

This wasn't what she had pictured her first year as Captain to start like.

Really, what were the chances of finding another Michael Jackson in Lima? She might as well hand back her uniform, dig herself a hole and die.

Cheerios was like armor and power for her. No one dared to mess with her and winning Nationals would instantly get her a scholarship, out of this cow town, and to New York City. Cheerleading was practically the key to her future.

Santana took a deep sigh. She needed to get her head in the game. She needed to find a good dancer, and fast.


Strawberry was her favorite out of all the twenty-seven flavors. Sure, it was an old flavor and it wasn't a name that was too complicated for her to pronounce but she liked it that way.

Brittany stared into her red cup as she sauntered by the clusters of students through the busy halls of Mckinley, her new school. She slowly stirred the icy beverage, a little lost in the vibrant scarlet color, pausing a few times to take tiny sips. Letting out a little sigh of satisfaction as her lips left the rim, she turned her attention to her friend who was also the only person she knew at this school, Kurt Hummel.

"Want some?" She offered as she held her cup close to him. He gave half a smile and gently refused.

"Sorry. Highly concentrated corn syrup is bad for my skin."

Brittany stared back inside her cup.

"Corn syrup?" she leaned closer and sniffed suspiciously, looking back at Kurt now with confusion in her face.

"But it doesn't smell or taste like corn." She said. Kurt gave a light chuckle; he had forgotten how much he had missed Brittany.

"So, what classes are you taking?" He changed the subject, hoping that they'd at least have a few classes together. He couldn't even remember the last time they'd spoken with each other, or had a sleepover.

"Hm. Let me check." She slowed her pace as she reached into her pocket, retrieving her new schedule seconds later. It took a moment to open the folded paper with one hand, but she managed.

"Algebra, Spanish, English… and Home Economics." She read the last one through squinted eyes. Kurt instantly let out a little cheer in delight.

"Yay! We're classmates in Home Ec!" He had hoped to have her in all of his classes but he'd take what he can get at the moment. Besides, they'd catch up with everything afterschool.

"Yeah, that's awesome, but why Spanish?" Brittany was pleased that she wouldn't be a loner in all of her classes but she wasn't too fond of this subject. She wasn't really good in English, and learning a new language was out of the question. She was good in speaking Cat though. Lord Tubbington was enough proof of that.

"That class was a piece of cake for me. Besides, if it's too hard, just change it to something else." Kurt said as Brittany sipped at her beverage, knowing that languages weren't her strongest forte. Brittany nodded as she gulped; hopefully it won't be so bad.

"Kurt!" They both stopped and turned around to the name, seeing a little girl coming their way.

"Hey Rachel!" Kurt exclaimed as his friend caught up to them, but his expression quickly changed from delight to worry from the state of panic his friend was in.

"Something extremely tragic has happened," Rachel began, not even acknowledging Brittany, "I have tried calling the police but they said they could not aid me because it is not big enough to be considered a case. So I tried to get permission from Principal Figgins to allow a locker search to find the thief but he denied. I don't know what to do and everyone is too busy to help me so I was wondering if you would like to help me?" Her eyes could practically get anyone to say yes. She looked like a sad and lost puppy. Brittany was surprised though that such a small person could have such a loud voice.

"Rachel! Calm down." Kurt said in a voice thick with authority as he grabbed Rachel on the shoulders, holding the panic-stricken girl still.

"Take a few deep breathes." He kept eye contact with her as he inhaled and exhaled deeply. She followed his actions and was soon breathing in sync with him.

"Now," He said as he dropped his hands, relieved to see that she had calmed down a bit, "What was taken?"

"My new Barbra Streisand album!" Rachel abruptly exclaimed. Both Kurt and Brittany jumped in surprise, almost spilling her Slushy all over herself. So much for calming her down.

"I just purchased it a few weeks ago." She explained, "It is so amazing. Barbra manages to blow me away even after owning forty of her albums. Have you listened to it yet? My neighbors complained a few times about my constant replays of the album but they should not be mad when I play real talent." Rachel paused quickly, her face then broke into an I knew it all along expression, "Maybe they were the ones who took it!" She pointed a finger in the air, but it then dropped along with her face, "Although that would not make any sense since I bought a second copy so I could play it in my lockers every morning, break, and late noon, and that was the one that had been stolen." She stopped and she was soon lost in her own thoughts, contemplating who could've taken it. It was then that she finally noticed the person next to Kurt, staring at her like she came from another planet.

"Oh, and who is this Kurt?" Rachel asked, facing Brittany, her eyes on Kurt's friend with curiosity, her panicked demeanor moments ago seeming like it hadn't even occurred.

"This is my longtime childhood friend, Brittany Pierce." He said, motioning to Brittany, happy to have his two closest friends together with him.

"Brittany," He motioned from her to Rachel, "This is Rachel Berry. We've been friends since last year, though it feels as though it's been for forever."

"Salutations Brittany." Rachel stepped a little too close to what people would consider as their personal space, but personal space was as foreign to Brittany as Spanish, so she didn't mind, "I hope Mckinley welcomes you with open arms." She said as she held up her hand, which was then shaken by a smiling Brittany.

"Thanks. Me too." She said as their hands dropped.

"She used to live here but her family had to transfer to New York for her dad's job for a few years, and I guess they transferred back here again because of said job. It's kind of crazy." Kurt explained Brittany's situation in a single breath.

"New York?" Rachel squealed, eyes growing a bit in size, it kind of freaked Brittany out.

"How is it there? Did you go to Tiffany's? Are the Broadway shows over there as life changing as I imagined it would be? You have got to tell me!" At this point, Rachel was practically about to jump on Brittany. Kurt quickly held her back.

"Whoa. Slow down there, looks like someone's had too much coffee this morning." He chuckled, pulling Rachel back a few feet.

"I don't drink coffee." Rachel said. He ignored the comment and continued where he left off with introducing Brittany.

"Anyways, Brittany is also a genius when it comes to the dance floor." He stated with a proud smile, stressing out genius because this girl really was brilliant when she danced. She was a completely different person. Brittany's face blushed lightly from the unnecessary compliment.

Rachel squealed once more at the admission and Kurt had to hold her back a second time.

"Really? Would you like to join Glee club with me and Kurt then?" She asked when she finally calmed down. This was wonderful. Fate had sent them a dancer. Brittany's expression squirmed in confusion.

"What's a… Glee club?" That was another foreign word for her to remember.

"It's a club where you dance and sing. Sometimes we compete in competitions and if we're ever lucky, we'll hopefully win something this year. Maybe even place at Nationals." Rachel's eyes sparkled from just thinking of making it to the spotlight. Kurt took a moment to silently wave his hand in front of the glossy-eyed girl, trying to bring her back but to no avail.

"Dancing and singing?" Brittany questioned, getting back the attention of a Rachel Berry, to Kurt's relief.

"Yep."

Brittany was already liking the sound of this "Glee club". There was just one more thing she needed to know before making any final decisions.

"We don't have to like, learn another language?"

Rachel was quite puzzled by the question, looking at Kurt for an explanation but he just shrugged. That's Brittany for you. She turned back to Brittany.

"Um… I don't think so… at least, not one that I know of."

"Awesome! I'm definitely in." Brittany decided; this sounded like a fun club and maybe she could make a few friends?

"Yes!" Rachel exclaimed in triumph, "Now I just need to get Santana to say yes."

Kurt's eyes turned to saucers, staring at her in disbelief.

"Santana? Santana as in Santana Lopez? Santana Lopez as in Head Cheerleader robot bitch? Are you seriously trying to commit suicide?" He couldn't believe it. Was recruiting this bad that they'd have to go to last resort?

Brittany watched in surprise. Kurt rarely ever cursed. This Santana person must be really mean to get him to respond like this.

"Now Kurt, I know she has humiliated you more than should be allowed but Sam said she is actually an alright person, her voice could help us win Sectionals, and we need one more person to join to actually compete. I mean, who else is there to ask? Threatening people could get me in jail, and I've tried bribing but Mr. Schuester doesn't allow that, so we don't really have much of a choice." Rachel was desperate for anyone to join, even if that anyone happened to be Santana Lopez. Kurt stood silent for a few minutes, contemplating. Eventually he gave in, sighing heavily and then looking slightly irritated.

"Fine, but I'm not going anywhere near her in any number." He warned, earning a grin from Rachel.

"Who's Santana Lopez?" Brittany interjected. She's never heard or known anyone this mean in her life. Well, except for that boy in grade school that ate her crayons but other than that, no one's been like how this Santana Lopez sounded like. Maybe Kurt is just overreacting. How can someone possibly be that mean?

"She's the Captain of the cheerleading team, dating the quarterback, Sam Evans, and is pretty much a bitch 24/7." Kurt explained as if it was something everyone knew, "You should stay away from her if you don't want your feelings hurt."

Brittany nodded, taking a mental note on that. She hasn't even seen this Santana Lopez, let alone met her, but she's heard enough to stay away from her as much as possible. She's usually a friendly person but not to those who hurt her close friends.

"So Brittany, what exactly was it like living in New York?" Rachel changed the subject. Talking about the bullies of the school wasn't quite a hobby of hers and she would rather hear what New York sounded like through someone else's eyes.

"Rachel. Don't you have some searching to do for your album?" Kurt jumped in before Brittany could get a word out. When it came to New York, Broadway, Barbra Streisand and herself, Rachel's mouth was like a machine gun with limitless ammo.

It completely worked. She was back to panic mode and was soon tugging Kurt by the arm.

"That's right! Come! We must go! The more time we spend socializing and not searching, the farther away the thief is!" Kurt had already forgotten that she had asked if she'd help him, and really, how could he say no? If his Patti LuPone albums had been stolen, he'd freak out as well and ask Rachel for help.

He gave her an apologetic look though.

"But I wanted to show Britt the rest of the school." Now it was Brittany who felt bad. Seeing Rachel in this state was sad. This album must really be important to her. If Lord Tubbington was lost or stolen, she'd do anything to get him back. So she did anything a good friend would've done.

"It's fine Kurt. I can find my locker myself, the Principal showed it to me yesterday." She said.

"What about your classes?" Kurt gave a worried look.

"I'm fine. Honest." Brittany gave a reassuring smile.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. There was no time to be wasted. Someone had to find that album. Rachel gave her a thankful smile and pulled Kurt the direction she came from, already naming possible suspects.

"Just text if you need anything." He called out, waving goodbye as he and Rachel disappeared before her eyes. She let out a sigh and continued her way to her locker, taking a right into another hallway.

This school is ginormous.

She felt a drip of cold liquid slide down her shin. It scared her a little at first, she had thought she'd wet herself but then remembered that it wasn't supposed to be cold. She sighed in relief when she noticed her beverage, still in her hand. The cup had been perspiring due to the warmth of her hand. Thank god she wouldn't have to go home on her first day of school.

Staring in the cup, she was a little displeased to see that it was mostly liquid, with little chunks of slush remaining. The icy chunks were her favorite parts. She shrugged it off though.

Oh well, it's easier to drink then. And she was right as she took a large sip of the sweetened liquid, not really needing the straw anymore. Yum! She smiled as she set her cup down and instantaneously spotted her locker a few yards away. Grinning from ear to ear, she made her way to her locker.

You are so awesome. She thought to herself, pleased that she had remembered her locker in this big school. Her memory wasn't really good when she was trying to find stuff.

She was even more pleased to see someone opening their locker right next to hers, putting a few books in and taking some out.

Doing a quick once over as she neared the lockers, Brittany noted that she was a cheerleader from the uniform. She also must be Spanish or at least Puerto-Rican from her skin tone and facial features. Her legs looked super long and toned from the short skirt, her boobs looked amazing and her face was really pretty too.

Hot. Brittany mentally labeled the cheerleader as she arrived at her own locker.

But before she could say hi and possibly get to know her name, she felt a hard shove into her right shoulder.

"Oops. Sorry." A huge guy said, his apology sounding anything but apologetic, almost mocking even. Smirking, he turned his head to the cheerleader in front of her and the smirk was quickly wiped off of his face, soon replaced with a look of fear. Without a word, he turned and walked away quickly, it actually looked more like a frantic jog.

Brittany was rubbing her shoulder but her thoughts were far from the bruise that was soon to form there. She looked in front of her, wondering what had made that whale so scared, and gasped.

The cheerleader's top was soaked in her slushy. The white regions of it were now a deep scarlet and it was dripping down her skirt and staining her disturbingly white shoes. Brittany could see the remaining chunks of her slushy on her left boob and a few on her legs.

If she were being completely honest with herself, she found it kind of hot. But still, this was very, very bad. This was so not how she had pictured her first day to go.

She heard a crack and saw that it was from the cheerleader's knuckles clenching so hard. Brittany gulped and made eye contact with the cheerleader for the first time.

All she could see in her dark Russet eyes was pure hatred.


A/N: So what do you think? Amazing? Good? Shit? Fucking shitty?

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