A/N: So I've had literally dozens and dozens of different Brittana stories bumbling about in my head but every time I tried start one, I would get super self-conscious with my writing and decide to erase my work. But I definitely decided to finally post one, and see what you guys think!
Plot: Brittany Pierce is the resident nerd at McKinley High, crushing endlessly on head cheerleader Santana Lopez. Only problem is, Santana seems to hate her guts. Or does she? AU.
Chapter One – Loser Like Me
Brittany Pierce brought a fist up to her pale face, using her forefinger to slide her thick-rimmed glasses back into their rightful spot on her slightly freckled nose. She sighed lightly and finished putting the rest of her textbooks into her locker, about to shut it when a rough hand landed on her shoulder.
" Welcome back, Uni-freak." A deep voice snickered from behind her. Noah Puckerman.
Of course, she thought sadly.
She turned around to face the taller boy, noticing that he decided to keep his signature dark mohawk. As usual, she responded with nothing to his cruel retort.
Nothing good could ever come from talking back to Noah 'Puck' Puckerman. She learned that from experience.
" What did you do this summer, blondie? Spend more time perving on poor helpless girls?" He continued on, a smug smirk curving on his lips.
Oh yeah, that.
Brittany, on top of her geek-freak title, was one of the only three openly gay students at McKinley High, along with Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson. She didn't choose to be publicly out though, a member of the cheerleading squad, Ashley Bronson, did that for her personally.
It was Brittany's freshman year and Ashley's senior year when the two began a friends with benefits relationship, Ashley being the only one who seemingly respected McKinley's biggest dork and her being a closeted lesbian herself.
It was two months into their agreement when another member of the cheerleading squad walked in on them doing the deed in the cheerios locker room, effectively scaring the shit out of Ashley and causing her to panic at being outed prematurely. She instantly blamed Brittany of taking advantage of her, and thus began the legacy of Brittany " The Lesbian Rapist" Pierce.
Little did Ashley Bronson know, Brittany had developed strong feelings for the red-headed cheerleader, and was heartbroken for months following her cold betrayal.
" Anyways," Puck's voice broke her out of her musing, " I've got class in like two minutes so let's make this quick, shall we?" Brittany had just noticed the blue colored slushie twirling in his fingers, mocking her with its apparent frozen stain waiting to happen.
She simply nodded, slid off her glasses, and shut her eyes tightly, thankful that she was at least given a warning.
Before she knew it, a frigid wall of ice smacked against her face, stinging every bit of skin it touched in its freezing wake. She gasped quietly and brought her hands up to clear the beverage from her eyes.
" Nice doing business with you, ditz." She heard the retreating sound of heavy footsteps fading away, leaving her alone in the empty hallway.
She should be with everyone else in class but no, she was Brittany S. Pierce.
So instead, she grabbed her usual change of clothes and shut her locker, making her way to the girls restroom for the first of many changes she was sure to make during the year.
What a fan-fucking-tastic first day back to school.
Her senior year was so obviously looking up.
It was twenty minutes into her Spanish class when Brittany finally arrived, her hair still tainted faintly with blue despite her numerous attempts to wash out the slushie dye.
" Ah, Miss Pierce. Glad you could finally grace us with your presence," Mr. Schue retorted sarcastically from his spot at the front of the room. " I'll cut you some slack since it's the first day back, but this better not become a regular occurrence, are we clear?"
Brittany nodded her head rapidly in agreement. Another thing about the blonde nerd, she rarely spoke unless absolutely necessary. Words seemed to be her worst enemy.
" Good. You can take a seat in the back with..." He trailed off, glancing around his nearly full classroom. " Miss Lopez."
The class let out a collective barrage of muffled laughter, seeming to love the twist of fate that had been dealt to 'Pervy Pierce'.
Santana Lopez, head cheerleader, had a special place in her heart for Brittany.
Brittany could only fucking wish that it was a good spot.
The blonde swallowed hard, nervously fiddling with her hands and keeping her head hung low in defeat as she made her way over to certain doom.
Dramatic? Sadly, she wasn't being dramatic enough.
" Hey, freak," Santana remarked once Brittany had sunk down in her chair. " Don't get too close, wouldn't want to tempt you into putting your hands on my sexy self."
When Brittany refused to respond, the brunette took it as a cue to continue.
" Ready for another awesome year? I know I for one, am going to enjoy the hell out of it." The smile she sent Brittany was sickeningly sweet, causing the blonde's stomach to do nervous flips.
As much as Brittany should hate Santana for making her life a near constant living hell, she couldn't help but admit that Santana was quite beautiful. Her eyes were dark and full of so many emotions that they may have well been emotionless, seeing as to how you could never depict just one from the pool of choices.
She had dark hair that matched her eyes, falling around her shoulders in waves and framing her tan face perfectly. And of course, she sported her usual Cheerios uniform.
And her boobs...oh god, her boobs.
" As much as I'm flattered by your obvious ogling, can you please stop staring at my tits? You can look Pierce, but your ass will never touch." Her lips were tilted up in a patronizing sneer, raising her voice so the others around could hear.
Brittany flushed furiously as she snapped her eyes back down onto the desk in front of her, trying desperately to ignore the laughter echoing around them.
The rest of the class period was spent with Santana hurtling offhanded insults toward the poor blonde, making Brittany's self-confidence dip lower and lower with each blow.
It was the usual protocol for the two.
Brittany never understood what she did to make Santana so upset with her. It was as if one day Santana had been completely oblivious to Brittany's presence, and the next, it was her sole purpose to make her as miserable as possible.
When the bell rang, Brittany quickly gathered her things and shot out of the room as if the devil himself was on her heels.
She snorted out loud at the thought. Hell pretty much was behind her, in front of her, and just generally there.
She made it back to her locker in record time, once again ignoring every taunt thrown in her direction, and made to switch her books as fast as possible before making her way to her second class.
" Hi, Brittany." A bright voice called from beside her.
Brittany startled and jumped, twisting her head to find a short brunette staring back at her with a bright smile and large, doe eyes.
" Oh, hey Rachel. How was your first class?" Brittany asked quietly, relaxing slightly in her best friend's presence and turning back to her locker.
" It was fantastic, thank you for asking! Of course Quinn Fabray had to put her two cents in on my tastes with this particular outfit, but the class itself was very entertaining and I learned quite a lot for the first day." Rachel rambled on, obviously oblivious to the fact that Brittany had zoned out two seconds into her long-winded rant.
" Uh-huh, that's nice."
" Are you even listening, Brittany?" Rachel asked, clearly annoyed.
" Sure am." Brittany shut her locker door and turned toward the brunette with a slight smile gracing her lips.
" What did I say then?"
"...something that consisted of plenty of words and no breaths?" She said hesitantly, flinching at Rachel's indignant facial expression.
" You are insufferable, you know that?" Though Rachel tried to sound frustrated, Brittany could hear the grudging smile creeping up into her voice.
" But you love me anyways." Brittany said simply, nudging the smaller girl in the ribs, earning her a small giggle in return.
" Always, Britt. Come on, I have AP Calculus next. Walk me there?" Rachel smiled softly and Brittany nodded her head in response, finding it impossible not to smile back.
They made it about halfway down the hallway when Brittany was suddenly shoved roughly against the metal lockers, a loud bang echoing around them.
" Oopsie, I tripped."
Of course it was her.
" Santana, that was highly inappropriate and Brittany could have been seriously injur-"
" Can it, manhands. You and your perverted freak can continue on your jolly way, I was just saying hello to my favorite nerd." The Latina wore her usual smirk, arms crossed victoriously over her chest.
Brittany brushed off her clothes in an attempt to brush off the event that had just happened, grabbing Rachel's forearm and trying to lead her away from the still smirking Latina.
" No, Brittany, this isn't okay. I don't know what Brittany ever did for you to behave quite so atrociously, Santana Lopez, but no one should ever be treated with such blatant disrespect." Rachel stated confidently, matching Santana's stance.
" She's done fucking everything." Santana spat back, taking a large step forward.
" I'm sorry, Santana, for whatever I did. I swear I am. But please don't hurt my friends because of me."
Both girls snapped their heads to the taller blonde beside them, shocked at hearing the soft voice actually speak.
Santana recovered first, shaking her head and taking a step backwards to her original position. Brown eyes locked with blue and Brittany could see such vivid pain and sadness behind them, causing her own eyes to widen.
But as soon as she saw it, it was gone, replaced by the usual hateful gaze that was reserved especially for her.
" Whatever, Pervy. Keep your watchdog on a leash, god knows that's probably what you two freaks do in the bedroom. Stay out of my face, got it?"
" But...you came up to me-"
" What part of stay-the-fuck-out-of-my-face do you not understand?" Santana snarled, shoving Brittany back into the lockers harshly once again and stalking away the next instant.
Rachel huffed loudly and reached over to help her friend straighten up. " Why do you let her treat you like that, Britt? It's not healthy for either of you. Bullying should be taken very seriously and I wish you would let me tell someone of your troubles..."
Brittany zoned out once again as Rachel continued to lecture her on proper safety, or whatever she was going on about. Brittany loved the girl, but sometimes it was too much at all the wrong times.
If Rachel had been paying attention like Brittany was to the retreating Latina, she would have seen the backwards glance she threw at the blonde nerd. It was almost achingly apologetic.
One day, Brittany thought to herself, one day I'm going to figure out the mystery that is Santana Lopez.
But first, she would have to figure out how to get this damn slushie out of her hair.
A/N: So that's the first chapter! It's sort of just a set up for the actual plot, showing the relationships between some characters and what not.
Feedback? Like or no? Should I continue or keep this as a one-shot?