Santana Lopez ruled the school. She didn't associate with anyone in a lower class than her; glee club geeks, musicians, nerds, jocks. She never let anyone in and wasn't very wise, but got through her first years at Mckinley by having a confident attitude, which made the other girls envious. Santana didn't feel the need to be anyone but herself, if that meant being a bitch to anyone who tried to talk to her. People would judge her and have negative opinions without getting to know her. But no one had the chance to know her because she had a big, thick wall around her. Feelings and emotions would never cross her face for the world to see. She carried on her day like any other and never complained. No one knew her really, and she didn't allow anyone to break her down piece by piece and find out whats under that thick shell. Her life was the cheerios and family. Nothing came before them and she didn't have time for anything but them. School was just another thing she conformed to just like everyone else in the dull little town of Lima, Ohio. Whenever things got bad for Santana, she'd shrug it off and move on. Never showing an ounce of sympathy for the people she slushied, never showing an ounce of love for the guys she had one night stands with. She was okay with who she was even if the people around her weren't.


"What the hell are you wearing?" Quinn stepped out of the bathroom in a long yellow silk gown, which hung off her so delicately. Santana was on the brink of barfing but Quinn knew that that was just how Santana was, not really that considerate and caring.

"My mom bought it for me last year, I never got the chance to wear it but I think tonights special so." The blonde twirled infront of the mirror, happy with her decision even though her best friend wasn't.

Santana was only friends with Quinn because they were in the cheerios together and they were supposed to be friends. Everyone in the school was intimidated by them, well mostly by Santana. Quinn was lighthearted and accepted people more than her friend, which made her liked and not as talked about in a negative way.

"Whatever," Santana sneered back, standing up and grabbing her dimonty red purse. "Let's go."


The girls headed over to Noah Puckerman's house for a small gathering. Ofcourse the girls didn't expect a small innocent gathering where they'd watch movies and play spin the bottle. It was Puck afterall and he was known to throw large, wild parties.

"Hey you guys made it!" Puck wrapped his arms around Quinn who hugged back just as tightly. Santana rolled her eyes and pushed her way into the house. She examined the room quickly before sighing and heading over to a corner of the room with the least amount of people in it.

Lima losers, she'd like to call them. She even called herself that once or twice. Santana wanted to escape the small town ever since she started highschool. Everyone at Mckinley did, but Santana knew that she was the only one with the balls to actually leave one day. She tried to enjoy the night, but the atmosphere was just like every other party she attended; overrated and boring.

She made her way to the kitchen where she found a full bottle of vodka, sneakily placing it in her purse before creeping out into the backyard.

"Having a good time?" A tall blonde boy by the name of Sam Evans approached Santana with a smirk on his face. The two had associated last year but ever since kept their distance. Sam wasn't like the other jocks, he had style and charm. Everything Santana hated.

"I guess, it's just like every other party." Santana pulled the bottle of vodka out of her purse, pouring it into Sam's empty cup. "Can I have some?" Sam asked politely but knew that Santana wasn't about to give the boy a drink, especially if it was alcohol. "Um, it's my mom's. I have to give it back to her tonight, she said I can only have a little." Santana lied, sipping the liquid and cringing at the strong taste that burned her insides.

Sam knew she was lying, but he just shrugged and walked off. Santana was alone once again, just like she was at every other party. People would occassionally approach her, mostly guys asking to dance. But the brunette would furrow her eye brows and mouth the words 'no'. They all took the hint and left her sitting there in the cold with a bottle of vodka all to herself. That's the way she liked it, or that's the way everyone thought she liked it.

"This party blows Q, I'm going home!" Quinn was dancing to the loud music and didn't notice her friend beside her yelling in her ear.

Santana rolled her eyes before heading out the door and onto the street. Luckily Puck lived only a few blocks away so she could happily walk home.


"Santana," Mrs. Lopez stood in the kitchen as her daughter walked through the door. Trying not to look as drunk as she was, Santana approached her mother slowly and steadily until she reached the doorway. "You're not to go out next weekend. I need your help to look after your father when he comes home from the hospital."

Santana's dad had gotten lung cancer last summer, resulting in the girls lack of high grades and poor attendance. Mr. Lopez had to be in hospital for 2 months and Santana was by his side everyday. Finally Mrs. Lopez realized that Santana was missing out on too much at school and told her daughter that when school started again, she had to attend every class.

No one at school knew about her personal life and she didn't plan on telling them. She despised pity from people, she thought it was pointless.

"Sure ma." Santana walked up the stairs to her bedroom, locking the door and curling up onto her bed. She didn't close her eyes forcefully, she just continued sipping abit of vodka until she fell into a daze.

Finally after 20 long minutes, the brunette's eyes began to close and she fell into a deep sleep.


The car ride to school on Monday morning felt draining. Santana was still recovering from having a whole bottle of vodka too herself. Sleeping in all day Sunday didn't help at all, it only made the girl more tired.

"See you later sweetheart." Mrs. Lopez had a kind heart and always looked out for her daughter. Santana knew this and never took her mother for granted, she was one of few that Santana actually genuinly cared about. "Bye mom." The brunette smiled before walking up the steps inside Mckinley.

The air around her felt fresh and in an odd way Santana was happy to be back at a familiar place. The jocks were throwing footballs on the grass and the cheerios were practicing what they had learnt over the summer. The nerds had already took refuge in the library, which didn't bother Santana at all. She never stepped a foot in there.

The brunette headed for the office ready to sign in and attend her first class. She strutted down the hallway and all eyes were not surprisingly on her. People whispered but stopped as Santana's brown eyes shot at theirs sharply. When she reached the office doors, she swung them open with force not realizing there was a person on the other side.

The girl fell to the floor and her books flew through the air. Santana stood on the other side of the door in shock, not wanting to enter incase she'd have to apologize to a teacher or even worse, one of the glee club losers.

She breathed for a moment before peeking her head around the door. Her eyes layed upon a tall blonde girls with a glitter green headband and knee high stripped socks. Principle Figgins helped the girl up, picking up her books aswell.

Santana was still frozen and didn't realize that both her principle and the girl were staring at her confused. "Santana, watch where you're flinging doors." Principle Figgins spoke with a firm but cheery tone. Santana must not have heard him because she bagan studying the blonde girl from her shoes up to her hair.

"It's okay sir, I'm sure she didn't mean it." The blonde spoke and her voice felt like it burned through Santana's ears, mostly because the vodka in her stomach still hadn't subsided.

"Um," Santana shook her head thinking of a reply. "Ofcourse I didn't mean it." She giggled too herself before walking towards the principle's desk and writing her name on a small piece of paper.

She could feel the blonde's eyes linger over her for a minute and she turned around looking suspicious. "Why are you staring?" Santana was more confused than annoyed, no one had ever payed this much attention to her in the first minute of meeting.

"Sorry, I just really like your jacket," The blonde smiled and stuck out her hand. "I'm Brittany."

"Okay." Santana shook it and continued to stare down at the piece of paper. When she left the room and looked back towards Brittany who was bouncing up and down, she felt the urge to walk back and properly introduce herself. She didn't really know why, but she felt like she needed a clean slate, a fresh start.

Santana snapped back to reality noticing Puck standing near his locker. He winked at her as she brushed past him and she rolled her eyes in return. "Still lookin' smokin Lopez." Puck exclaimed.

Santana turned around and stuck her middle finger up at him before continuing her journey through the busy hallway.

"And still a bitch." Puck whispered to himself, shutting his locker and heading to class.