Authors Note: This is a challenge I set for myself, basically I chose a random word and then had to write a Brittana one-shot based around that particular word, my first word was Force, this one-shot isn't exactly based on force completely, though there's mention of it :) just a random idea I got from the word. Enjoy…

Force: A powerful effect or influence

It had been Santana's dream to get on the Cheerios squad ever since she found out how a slushy to the face had felt; she decided not nice, cold, and above all degrading. So within her second week at McKinley High school she marched with intent to the loosely strung cheerleading flyer and scribbled her name down fiercely. To say Santana was goal orientated would be an understatement, if she wanted something bad enough, hell itself couldn't stop her.

Although now on hands and knees with multiple other girls stacked on top of her she was starting to wish it had, pyramids weren't her favourite thing to do, when she was on top – no problem – but she wasn't…in fact she was bottom row.

Groaning her displeasure at her almost shaking upper body Santana bowed her head to look at the scuffed gym floor, for a moment she debated counting the small hair like lines that seemed to litter the dull coloured ground, although when the hand that was on her shoulder started slipping she dropped that idea and just gave a low, virtually growl like grunt.

"Hold it steady!" She whispered although it still came off as intimidating.

She couldn't exactly see who was on top of her, although judging by the way they were wavering she figured they might be a newbie to cheerleading like her, some odd comfort came out of that, maybe it was because she wouldn't be the only one blamed if the pyramid collapsed, maybe, maybe it was something else.

"Sorry," the girl muttered and Santana's stomach lurched in a way that was both uncomfortable and welcoming; she almost smiled at how sweet the voice had hummed…but only almost.

Ignoring the harshly spat words of Coach Sylvester, Santana breathed in deeply, thankful the megaphone holding lady was in the distance, juggling her coaching while also talking to a youngish aged man, Santana mused with to much hair gel. Feeling a weak sensation rise in her arms she quickly tried adjusting her palms, flat against the cool floor she nudged one further right, although this turned out to be an epic fail…

What little strength Santana had left seemed to sputter from her body like a car running on empty, and she felt the horrible feeling of her arms buckling, screams met her ears next then the strong force of someone colliding with her. For a moment Santana couldn't breathe, her lungs unable to register the need for air, but being no innocent her mouth also didn't breathe in, so she was left with a sort of low, barely audible wheezing sound floating unrestrained over her lips.

"Pathetic!" Sue screamed and Santana felt like nodding her head in agreement. "Absolutely mundane, humdrum…"

She tuned out the rest of Sue's rant as a soft sigh emitted above her, it was only then Santana realized someone was on top of her, probably didn't help in her whole Haven't-Breathed-In-Forever situation. Roughly jarring her head off the gym floor she tried to look behind her, she couldn't however and just as she was about to complain, or worse, kick whoever it was on her off her, the person spoke.

"Sorry," It was the same sorry Santana had heard earlier and her stomach reacted the same way, butterflies…no, giant moths filled the Latina's belly and suddenly she was so aware of the other girl's thigh between her legs…so damn aware that the force of it made her slam her head back onto the hard floor and compel a breath to enter her lungs, the girl on top of her gasped slightly. "I didn't kill you did I?"

Okay, moths in stomach overload!

Wanting to squeal at the almost cute words, but realizing that Santana Lopez does not squeal, she simply shook her head.

"I'm not dead!" It sounded harsher than she had meant, although the girl didn't seem to notice.

"Are you sure?"

Resisting the urge to groan at how uncomfortable she felt Santana merely nodded, "I'm talking aren't I?"

There was a pause before the girl spoke. "Zombies talk."

Santana didn't have time to reply as Sue's tracksuit clad legs appeared in her vision, she scowled at the bright red and slowly looked up, as she expected a stare that could kill an entire clan of devil babies was directed at her – swallowing her breath and most likely her fear Santana looked impassively at the older lady.

"Are you two going to make lady love all day, or get in the showers?" Her voice was a far cry from caring, Santana detected irritation and something else that was purely Sue Sylvester.

"What…?" The girl on top of Santana meekly asked and Sue rolled her eyes as she raised the megaphone to her pursed lips.

"Showers, now, go, go, go! I don't want to visually distinguish your pathetic, failing faces anymore than necessary."

A pause, a glare from Sue and Santana felt the force that was on top of her release, allowing air to travel into her lungs; she quickly stood to her feet and turned around, although the girl's blonde hair was all she saw as the quickly moving figure disappeared into the shower quarters.

Santana could have easily just followed, had one overly inpatient Sue not taking her pause as a sign of disrespect, needless to say Santana didn't get to see or even find out the girl's name, what she did get was one very long, very boring rant from her Coach…were power smoothies really important? And why did Sue talk in the third person at random moments? Also, why her trophies were ashamed of Santana's epic fail she'll never know and how come Sue talked to them?

Shaking her head as she left the small, yet oddly daunting office Santana slowly walked to her locker, it was after school so only a few stragglers were left in the empty building, that and teachers, probably having an early nightcap from the frustrating day. Ripping her locker door open Santana shoved her hands in, grabbing her bag roughly as she sighed.

"Rough day…?" A light voice asked and Santana groaned slamming the door shut, with anger that was directed wrongly at the locker, she glared at the girl that stood before her.

"Nothing unusual," she quipped and the blonde girl laughed lightly.

"I'm Quinn." She held her hand out in a gesture of greeting although Santana ignored it and simply walked past her. "Head Cheerio." The girl added and followed closely behind, Santana scoffed although still spoke.

"Santana…"

"Pleased to meet you," Quinn said and at that Santana rolled her eyes. "You were the one who messed up in practice today."

Another scoff, "It wasn't just me!"

"Right," Quinn slowly replied and Santana stopped walking as she turned to face the girl.

"I only messed up…" She seethed and pointed her finger strongly, "Because someone else screwed up!"

She had meant the blonde girl although Quinn didn't know this so the girl merely nodded and this time started the walking.

"Did Coach Sylvester give you the third degree?"

Santana shrugged despondently.

Quinn smiled, "If her trophies were ashamed of you then she gave you the third degree."

Watching as Quinn laughed slightly at her own words Santana started to roll her eyes, although this left her quickly as she collided forcefully with someone, dropping her bag as she stumbled back Santana glared and went to mouth when a loud thudding noise captured her attention. She only realized what it was when a soft groan came from the ground; she'd knocked the other person over…

"Watch it next time then!" Santana hurriedly said, her embarrassment being covered up by her callously pronounced words.

The girl looked up and quickly smiled as she spoke, "Sorry…again."

Santana knew that feeling in her stomach, what she didn't know was how she was going to start breathing again – her eyes stayed fixed to pale blue ones and all she could do was fixate on how delicate the blonde girls features were. Moths, moths were multiplying!

"Its, its okay..." Stumbling over her words Santana extended her arm and quickly pulled the girl up, "you alright?"

The girl nodded. "I'm Brittany…" She said and before Santana could even smile at her name she added, "I think you look hot."

So absentmindedly said

So innocently told

The moths were loving this crazy and Santana just wanted to breathe, air was needed to survive!

Merely replying with an indifferent shrug Santana slowly took in a subtle breath of air.

"I mean it, you're like really hot." Brittany added and the faraway look turned into an endearing grin.

"You dropped you bag," Quinn said and for a moment Santana didn't move, although when she did Brittany seemed to realize that she too had also dropped hers, Santana hadn't even seen it happen and was slightly amused by the small yellow duck that was clipped to the strap.

"You like ducks?" She inquired and Brittany nodded happily at the notion.

"Some can't quack…"

Quinn seemed to sneer under her breath at the answer as she began walking again, "Santana…" She almost beckoned and then turned briefly to look at Brittany, "Run along."

Her voice was condescending and for a moment Santana glared at the head cheerleader, although Brittany happily nodded and smiled at both girls'. "See you at practice," she cheerily stated before almost although not quite skipping down the empty halls.

Santana turned back to Quinn and the neatly dressed girl grinned, almost covering up the slight bitch that had surfaced. "She's not the sharpest crayon in the box."

"Don't you mean brightest?" Corrected Santana and Quinn merely ignored her statement as she began strolling down the corridor.

"Lets just say she's not on the cheerleading squad for her brains," Laughed the blonde with a certain careful charm, Santana rolled her eyes.

"Who is…?" She stated listlessly

"I'll have you know I get straight A's in all my classes," Quinn halfheartedly snapped, "Brittany's only on the squad because of her moves."

"And why are you on the squad?" Santana deadpanned, one may think she was taking a fleeting interest in the head cheerleaders answer, although the tedious tone in which Santana had spoke suggested otherwise.

Quinn raised an eyebrow, "why do you think?" she smiled and gestured towards her body, "that and I land a perfect handstand combination with a flip."

"Right…" Santana replied with lacking enthusiasm.

"Stick with me," Quinn said, completely changing the topic. "And you could be second head cheerleader in no time."

It had been Santana's dream to get on the Cheerios squad ever since she found out how a slushy to the face had felt; she decided not nice, cold, and above all degrading. Although now she had another reverie, get to know Brittany, because she decided it made her feel, warm, excited and above all contented…something Santana Lopez was not and had never been.

Authors Note: Me again…Tell me what you thought…I'll upload another chapter with a different word prompt if people like this idea :)