Hey guys so this is my first attempt at a fanfic so pleeease don't be too harsh - I thought I'd give them both different personalties and play around with the story a little bit so you can count on something different to Glee. Enjoy. Also, if you wouldn't mind reviewing and perhaps leaving any ideas then they'd be much obliged. Thanksss. Enjoy! xxx

CHAPTER 1

Brittany's POV

The moment her eyes found mine it was like my body reached a new level of ecstasy. Her smile, her beautiful smile, and the way her fringe fell ever-so slightly over her right eye and other gorgeous features. It felt like my cheeks were about to drop off due to the new rose-tint I had acquired. Not just any girl was able to do this to me; this was a rare occurrence for me.

Most girls at this school know about my past, my inability to secure a girl and my ability to somehow make my way around all the girls in my homeroom. You see I enjoy sex, I mean what normal human being doesn't, but the part which seems to haunt my reputation is the way in which these 'sexcapades' had ended. I have always been gentlewomanly – taking the girls on dates and spending the precious bills but if they ended up coming back to my place, in bed with me, naked, then who am I to say no? The only problem was that most of them wanted more from me, to be my girlfriend. The truth of the matter is that I'm just not that kind of girl, the kind to just settle for something less than perfect. I refuse to waste my energy, my love, on a girl who's going to end up leaving, a girl who isn't going to become a permanent part of my life. I can't do that to myself. So, I just let them cum and go (literally) and wait for my soul mate to find me. However, this lifestyle choice has of course got its weaker points, for example, the screaming girls (and I don't mean in a good way) that are pissed off when I tell them I want nothing more than casual sex.

Alas, that's how I find myself in this situation. Lana, my most recent fling, is currently standing in front of me screaming that I shouldn't have taken her (lesbian) virginity if I didn't think it was special. What she didn't know is that it was special alright, the girl's a freak in bed, but there was no way in hell I was going to give her the benefit of hearing that from me. I've been through enough of these shouting matches to know the best thing for me to do is just accept whatever is coming, through right now I'm bracing myself for a slap (like I said, a freak in the sheets) because god knows she has it in her. Just nod and smile I remind myself whilst mentally preparing for her right palm to connect with my left cheek.

That's when I felt it. Not the slap I'd been expecting, but better. A strange feeling in my lower stomach, almost like a family of butterflies had suddenly been set free. Dark locks of hair flowing down the hallway, attached to the most stunning body I'd ever seen and dear god she worked it. I've never felt like this about a girl before. Perhaps this is the girl I've been waiting for the entire 18 years of my life. It must be love, I mean I'm not just thinking with my vageygey this time – I actually wanted to get to know this girl, spend time with her, and make her mine. Just one thing's standing in my way (okay, so realistically there are a few things but sh). I've never seen this girl before in my life, how do get her to feel the same way about me?

I've never had that feeling of needing to get to know someone. I've always been popular at this school so girls just kinda fell into my lap; so to speak, it was never the other way round. I'm completely stuck, yeah fair enough I'm a people person and I'm confident but not when my cheeks are as red as the tomato's on the salad being served for lunch. I can't just go up to her looking all flustered, she'll turn me down straight away.

"BRITT! BRITT-A-NY! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME? OH MY GOD I HATE YOU SO MUCH EURGHHHH"

Oh shit. I completely forgot Lana was still in front of me. Shaking my head to erase the image of this mystery girl that had somehow become etched into my brain, I was finally pulled back down to earth with a thud. Unfortunately this thud was less metaphorical and more like an unwelcomed and no longer expected slap to my right cheek.

Fuck it. My sleeping-around days are over; I cannot be dealing with this shit anymore. That one actually hurt.

As I hurried to my last class – I have to run full pelt to get there before the late bell thanks to that little stunt Lana pulled – but mystery girl is all I can think of. Right now there's pretty much nothing I wouldn't do to get to know something about her, even if it's just her name. Damn I bet it's sexy though, with a body like hers her parents had to name her something sexy.

"Glad you finally decided to join us this lesson Brittany, have a seat at the back today – I gave your normal place to Santana since I wasn't sure if you'd be attending"

Mehhh I fucking love that seat. It's the only thing that got me through this AP psychology class. It has the perfect view of Ms Peterson's perfect ass (trust me you'd be staring too if you saw what I could) and a decent view out the window at the 11th grade girls' hockey practice. Wait, who the fuck did she say she gave my seat to. There's nobody called Santana in my class OH HOLY MOTHER OF –

"Brittany! Take your seat already; you've held up this class enough for today"

Stumbling into my seat in the furthest right corner of the classroom I let out a breath I hadn't even realised I was holding. She is here, in my classroom. In my fucking seat. And I know her first name. Santana. San-ta-na.

Mmhm I could totally get used to screaming that out - I mean shit, what, concentrate B there's still a lesson going on here. I am losing it. This one girl is making me go crazy and I can't take it anymore. How the hell had I managed to walk straight past her without even a subtle flirt or even a wink. Focus B you're losing your game here.

Before I even get a chance to finish my thoughts, I was faced with a question from Ms Peterson (whom might I add, loves that I check her out every lesson - it's the only reason she seemed sorry when she had to give up my seat to the new Latina).

"So, Britt, I wonder if you could tell us what a disadvantage of using antipsychotic drugs to treat schizophrenia might be?"

Yesss! I actually know the answer to this. "Umm –"

Before I even get a chance to answer, I'm interrupted by the single most angelic voice I think I've ever heard in my life."They would simply treat the symptoms and not the cause" – I think I just came. With her perfect mix of Spanish and English, I feel my heart flutter with every roll of the tongue to pronounce her r's.

Damnit. I need this girl. I need her now.

Normally if I wanted to get to know a girl at this school I'd just call her out. Make it known that I found her attractive and just sit back and watch as the whole school proceeded to gossip about it until she finally heard and was (usually within a couple of days) stood in front of my locker asking if I wanted to go out Saturday, or the second most common place – Puck's party. Puck's parties were like every god damn week I swear, that boy did not need an excuse to let his hair down (if you could call it that, it was more like a dead skunk had found refuge on top of his head). I have to give the kid props though, his parties were the perfect place to take a girl that I didn't want to wine and dine. We'd get buzzed, we'd dance, and she'd end up underneath me. Perfect.

It's fair to say as much as I'd love to take Santana to one of those parties, I think I need a new tactic with her. She doesn't strike me as easily corrupted as the girls at this school. There's something different about her, kind of mysterious in a way. Also, if I took her to one of puck's parties I'm pretty sure half the girls I've been with would be there and that mixed with alcohol would not go down well. Especially not if I'm trying to impress this girl – if she was faced with even one of my drunk exes (if you could call them that) she'd run a mile and to be honest, I wouldn't blame her.

"Hey Santana, you gonna come to basketball practice? I heard you were gonna try out"

Did I just hear that right? Santana wants to try out for the basketball team, my basketball team. Of which I am captain. Well, things just got a lot more interesting.