AN-So this is my first fan fiction, i have been inspired by reading so many other Brittana fan fics. Please review! Thanks. Enjoy!
I am also looking for a beta, so if anyone is interested let me know!
If you would have asked me when I graduated high school, where I want to be in 5 years, I would not have said here. Walking towards the reception of a cheaply built school in a town that I had never even heard of, until I was desperate for income and applying for every job I saw. No, this is not the life for me. I had big dreams. Plans. I may have had possibly underestimated how hard it would be to get into the music business. So for the time being, Lima Ohio is where I shall reside, until something better comes along. I landed myself a shitty paying job as a Spanish teacher at William McKinley high school. Although I would never tell anyone this, I'm slightly apprehensive about my first day here, which is to be expected though, right?
"Hi!" A wide eyed, strawberry blonde woman almost yelled, breaking my train of thought.
"Uhh, hi?" I said questioningly.
"You must be the new Spanish teacher, Miss Lopez? I'm Miss Pillsbury, the guidance counsellor here at McKinley."
"Yepp, that's me. Call me Santana though; Miss Lopez makes me feel so old!" I said with a chuckle. Even though this woman was so overly happy and had THE most annoying voice I had ever heard, I decided to be nice to her. I don't want to be making enemies on my first day, although by the looks of Miss Pillsbury I don't think she has a nasty bone in her body.
"Well Santana, I'm Emma. Do you know where you're going or would you like a hand?" She offered smiling at me.
"Yeah that would be great, thanks." In all honesty I knew where I was going but some adult company would be nice as I would be spending the majority of my day with rude, ignorant, horny teenagers. As she guided me through the halls towards the foreign languages department we made small talk and she pointed out a few things on the way. She pointed out an office on the right of the corridor and began to explain that it belonged to history teacher Will Schuester, who also happened to be her fiancé.
"He's such a lovely guy, so passionate about music and the kids. I think that's maybe why I." She was cut off mid sentence by the ring of my iphone. When I look to see who is calling I quickly press ignore, feeling guilty almost immediately afterwards.
"Was that anyone important? I can give you a minute if you need to take that?" Emma asked inquisitively.
"Just my Boyfriend, he can wait though. I'll text him later or something." I said uninterested. "Do you have any plans for lunch?"
"Not really, I usually just sit in the teacher lounge with Will. You're more than welcome to join us if you want?" She asked as we stop outside what I presume is my room.
"That would be lovely thanks Emma. I'll see you at lunch!" I smiled at her and entered my class room. It isn't that bad. Plain white walls, a large wooden desk at the front, and around 25 individual seats with pullover tables. It could use brightening up, but I had no time to think about that now as my first lesson is due to start in 25 minutes.
All of a sudden I hear a bell ring; I look up at the clock to see that it is just before 9 o'clock and almost immediately a rush of students pour into my classroom and take their seats, chatting in groups, oblivious to my presence. I stand up confidently and cough loudly; everyone begins to look at me. I smirk as I notice the boy's expressions when they see me. I'm wearing a tight black pencil skirt reaching just below the knee, a white blouse with just the right amount of cleavage and a pair of designer black heels. I'd be turned on if I saw me too.
There are a few empty seats but I'm guessing Spanish isn't the most popular class, so I begin.
"Hola clase, mi nombre es la señorita López. Voy a ser tu maestro españoles en el año." I said slowly. However judging by the confused look on their faces I'm guessing however slow I speak they are not going to understand.
'Ok, so I think maybe we should start slowly. My name is Miss Lopez and I'm your Spanish teacher this year." I repeated in English. "So how about we go around the room and tell me your name and a hobby in Spanish? I'll put the translations on the board."
Most of the students had been boring so far, telling me they like singing or playing soccer, in the most monotone voice known to man. However when it is the boy with the Mohawks turn he smirks and says. "Mi nombre es Puck y me gusta el fucko." He sends me a wink when he's finished and I can't help but laugh. Just then a tall blonde girl walks in.
"Sorry I'm late; I had to walk to school." The leggy blonde said. She kept her eyes down and took a seat near the front without even looking at me.
"That's ok, since you're the only person that hasn't done it. Would you please do the task on the board?" I said rudely. Fair enough her Mom or whatever made her walk to school but maybe she should have walked quicker, rather than walking into MY lesson late. By the looks of her never ending muscular legs she could have definitely got here a bit quicker.
"Uhmm, yeah sure okay. Uhm, Me number es uhmm Brittany why me uhmm gusta err dancing." She spoke in probably the worst Spanish I had ever heard and so quietly, she was so quiet I had to get closer just to hear her. That's when I saw her. Well, that's when I saw her properly. The most beautiful, bright blue eyes I have ever seen staring straight back at me. With loads of tiny freckles dotted over her smooth milky skin, she was beautiful.
I quickly regained my composure and asked caringly. "Are you alright Brittany? Do you want to step outside to talk for a moment?"
She nodded and headed towards the door, I quickly set the rest of the class a task to do and the hurried to speak to the upset blonde. When I walked outside she was slumped against the wall looking solemn.
"I know it's not, you know cool, to speak to a teacher about what's wrong but my door is always open. Want to tell me what's up?" God could I be anymore cliché? My door is always open? What was I thinking? Not that I care if she thinks I'm a cool teacher or whatever.
"I had an argument with my Mom, it's sorted now though. I'm staying at my Dad for a few days, just for a break you know?"
"Well at least you have a place to stay, to get away from things for a bit. I also wanted to speak to you about what happened in class today, I know this may not be a good time but I noticed you're struggling with the Spanish vocab that was on the board. So if you ever need any extra help, please feel free to ask. Ok Brittany?" I don't know why I was being so nice to this girl, just because she was upset that she and her Mom had an argument. What has that got to do with me? She just looks like needs someone to be there for her. Not saying I could be that someone because that would be super inappropriate.
"I'm actually having trouble in all my classes. Well not trouble, I'm failing all of them." Her voice cracked as she spoke. "I'm just so stupid, everyone tells me that I am and I guess now I believe them. Only a stupid person could be failing every single class." Usually if someone said that about themselves I would have walked off claiming they are an attention whore, but with Brittany I found myself listening intently all the while in my head secretly disagreeing to every undermining thing that she said about herself.
"Trust me Brittany, you're not stupid. Anyone that says you are can go fuck themselves. Don't tell Figgin's I said that." She gave a small laugh when I said that, and I found myself smiling knowing it was me that made her laugh and that she wasn't close to tears anymore. "I've known you for all of 5 minutes and I can already tell you're an intelligent and amazing young lady brimming with potential." Where did this speech come from? I only wanted to know if she needed extra help with Spanish… "So listen, you and me are gonna meet at my classroom every Monday lunchtime and I'm going to tutor you in Spanish and if I can help you in any other subjects I will. Ok?"
"You would really do that for me?" She beamed.
"Of course I would. Let's head back in, yeah?" I ushered her back in to the class room, where surprisingly most people were getting on with the work I had set them, even Noah Puckerman. Since everyone was getting on with their work I decided to check my phone, to see what James wanted.
2 new text messages.
Incoming James Pierce- "Answer your phone!"
Incoming James Pierce- "Since you won't pick up your phone I'll just have to tell you over text, my daughter is coming to stay with us for a few days because her and her mother keep arguing. Hope that's ok. See you when you get home. Love you ox"
Outgoing James Pierce- "Ok laters babe" Don't ask me why I keep his second name on my phone since we are in a relationship, I just haven't changed since we started dating I guess, and I do have quite a few James's in my contacts. Whatever anyway.
Great so his bratty daughter is staying with us for a 'few days' that always means longer than a few days. Although James said his daughter was nice I don't really want a kid running about not that she is a kid. I think she's 17 or something. Still annoying though. I don't remember her name, probably something stupid like Paula. I wonder what she looks like, probably like James blonde hair, bright blue eyes, pale skin. Just then the bell rung to signal end of the lesson. Everyone handed their papers in to me and muttered goodbyes.
"I'll see you at lunch Miss Lopez." Brittany said as she handed me her paper and walked out smiling.
As I was stacking the papers neatly I noticed at the top off Brittany's paper in multicolored crayons 'By Brittany S Pierce.'
NO FUCKING WAY!