Hey everyone(:
So I've decided to write a few one shots/small stories about what adventures Brittany and Santana get up to! I don't know how many I'm going to write yet, but enjoy anyway(:
Brittany, Santana, And The Breadsticks:
*Ring ring!* The bell went. Everybody poured out of their classrooms and into the once peaceful school hallways. Brittany had just finished her History lesson and Santana had just finished her Geography lesson. Their rooms were next to each other's, and they had ironically walked out of them at the same time and met up in the hall.
"So what did you do in History then Britt?" Santana asked as they walked to their Spanish lesson together.
Brittany looked at her with big puppy dog eyes. "We did a test on Hermit the Tenth…. They didn't let me use a calculator."
"You mean Henry the Eighth?" Santana sighed, ignoring the last half of Brittany's sentence.
"Yeah, her… What did you do in Geography?" Brittany mumbled, looking down at her moving feet in bright white trainers in fascination.
"Him, Brittany…. him. Anyways, we just did some crap about mountains in Italy or something…" Santana casually said while pushing a Freshman out of the way.
Once they had arrived outside their Spanish room, an un-orderly line was formed as they waited for Mr. Schue, their Spanish teacher, to arrive. After about 10 minutes of waiting, people started to discuss about where he was. "Without Mr. Schue, who will coach Glee club tonight?" Santana heard Rachel yell.
"Relax, Berry. He will be here soon, alright?" Santana snapped at the small dark haired girl a few feet away from her.
"Don't worry that owl sweater off yourself." Brittany then chipped in. She didn't like saying mean things to her fellow Glee clubbers, she only did it because Santana did.
Rachel rolled her eyes, but then jumped out of her skin when she turned around and saw a tall bald man right in front of her opening the classroom door.
"Alright class, sit down! I'm the supply for this lesson, but don't mess me about because there will be consequences!" His big voice boomed out, pretty much scaring everyone into silence as they all scuttled into the room. Brittany usually loved Spanish because most of her Glee friends were in her class and they'd all have a fun lesson with Mr. Schue, but she could tell that this lesson would not be easy.
Rachel sat at the front of the class along with Finn, while Quinn, Mercedes, Kurt, Artie and Tina sat in the row behind them. Santana led Brittany to the back of the classroom, they both sat down and got their equipment out. Rachel's hand shot up and she was immediately allowed to talk by the big scary supply teacher.
"Excuse me, sir. Not to be rude of anything, but where is Mr. Schue?" She questioned.
While the supply teacher explained that Mr. Schue was sick, Santana leaned over to Brittany with a box in her hand.
"Hey, Britt. Want a breadstick?" She whispered, while pulling one out of the box and offering it the Brittany.
Brittany looked around the room quickly to make sure nobody was looking, then she turned to Santana. "We aren't supposed to eat in class." She reminded her.
"Ohh don't be such a wimp." Santana scowled. Brittany took one look at her irritated face and tried to snatch the breadstick out of her hand, but she was unsuccessful. Instead, she dropped it, tried to bat it back to safety before it hit the floor, knocked all the other breadsticks out of the box Santana was holding during the process, and made a racket as both her and Santana screamed.
The room fell silent and everyone started to chuckle. Everyone apart from Santana, who was glaring furiously at Brittany, Brittany, whose mouth was formed like an 'O', and their supply teacher, who had turned red.
A few silent moments went past as everyone took in what had just happened, before the supply started screaming at them. After he had finished, Santana smirked. Unfortunately, the supply saw and sent both Santana and Brittany to Principle Figgins.
An awkward minute passed by as they waddled down the hallway, taking their time to get the Figgins' office. Brittany broke the silence.
"Santana I'm really sorry, I-" She started, just as Santana interrupted her.
"Don't worry Britt," Santana reassured her, before stopping her in tracks and facing Brittany. "All you did was get us a free pass out of lesson, and for the funniest reason as well." She continued, before pausing for a second. "Look, we're not going to Figgins. We're going to bunk off all our lessons instead."
Brittany, who had almost bumped into Santana, nodded in agreement. "Where are we going to go?" She asked, trotting off after Santana who had decided to relocate to her locker just across the hallway.
"To the choir room." Santana begin, before pulling out another box of breadsticks from her locker. "… To eat Breadsticks."
"Okay." Brittany cheerfully chirped as they made their way to the choir room. Brittany didn't quite understand why Santana had an obsession with breadsticks. Brittany liked them, but Santana liked them. Brittany never questioned her about it though, because she was just happy that Santana was happy.
Once they had entered the choir room, they spent all day eating Santana's beloved breadsticks and gossiping about people in the school. It wasn't long before the final bell of the day went off, and all their fellow Glee clubbers arrived. Because Mr. Schue wasn't in, they all just messed about. Santana and Brittany were treated like royalty because of what happened in Spanish, and they enjoyed every minute of it.
Conclusion: You should never trust Brittany with your breadsticks.
Okay so the ending was quite bad, but tell me what you think anyways! Should I continue with more one shots? :D