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Santana Lopez. A leader, a bitch and a slut among other things. That's the way she liked it. She liked to be in control, but not in the obsessive Rachel Berry way; that's creepy. If there was one thing she liked more than being in control, it was scaring the living shit out of anyone who needed to be taken down a peg or seven. Quinn Fabray's shoes would be hard to fill for any other average girl, but Santana had it covered. She could lead anyone into doing anything and Coach Sylvester really admired that about her. As far as Sue was concerned, anything was better than the Fabray baby fiasco; that was just embarrassing for the squad. Santana could strut with vigour and spite like no one else, leaving the rest of the nobodies envying in her wake. Her stare killing peoples souls. On the field her moves were precise and landings were pristine. To Coach Sylvester she was near enough to a perfect head cheerleader. Santana always strived for perfection, running till she could run no more, dancing till she couldn't move her feet and smiling till the muscles in her cheeks broke down and died. That was just at practise, at competitions she worked even harder.

Although outside of her Cheerio's squad she wasn't exactly an angel. She partied hard, sex, drugs, alcohol; the world was her drunken, high, preggo oyster. She could do anything and make it cool. Once she took a hit of cocaine and within two days three quarters of her school had followed suit. She knew exactly what power she held and she abused it daily. Her family life was difficult but she didn't complain because of the popularity she held in McKinley High, that counted for everything in her life.

Then there was Brittany, her little confidante. Santana could tell Brittany anything and it was instantly forgotten, or she could tell her facts about the world and they would be memorised. For example, Santana once told Brittany that cats actually enjoy reading. From then on Brittany had a sneaking suspicion that her cat had been reading her diary. Santana did try and keep Brittany out of trouble, because she did tend to get herself into all sorts of situations. Santana didn't mind though, she liked caring for her. In return she got undivided attention from Brittany and genuine love. The friendship kind. She knew even if she fell from grace Brittany's loyalty would still lie with her. She was Santana's one and only true friend; her best friend. Brittany was the only one capable of reigning in Santana's fiery temper, and if she didn't the whole school would be royally fucked. Santana and Brittany both needed each other in completely different ways, Santana loved it. Even though at times Brittany over stepped her boundaries and got a little too flirty, Santana could deal with it.

A constant worry on Santana's mind was if she would lose her popularity. It niggled at her, every second of her school day kept in cool mode. Glaring at loners; crossing arms and cocking her head in the fashion that only she could pull off. It seemed that it was a matter of time before everything would topple in on her. She knew how hard she worked so she wouldn't go down without a fight and everyone knew it. Could anything upset her train in motion? Did anyone have the strength to bring her down? Of course not, she's Santana motherfucking Lopez, right? These are the life and times of Ms Santana Lopez...

I took a long drag from my cigarette and watched Brittany play with a pile of freshly cut grass. She ran her delicate hand through it and grasped a hand full and threw it into the air. She watched as the blades fell singularly to the ground, utterly amazed.

"Did you see that San?" her eyes widened.

"Yea totally cool." Sometimes it was better to play along with her childlike mesmerisation.

"It's like huge green rain." She said factually.

I just lay back chuckling, cigarette still in hand. I offered it to her and she took it and inhaled deeply. She then exhaled and coughed slightly.

"Britt, you ok?" I brought my head up to look at her.

"... Um I guess, it feels like I ate a melting tyre."

"It's relaxing though B, don't worry about it. You'll get used to it." I winked her way.

She just stared off into the distance and I lay back down onto the grass and enjoyed the sun. I rubbed my arms in the warmth and Brittany took my hand.

"Let's party."

"It's two o'clock Britt, we'll go at about six ok?"

She frowned slightly. "Fine, but you're buying me a hit" she handed back the cigarette.

I took yet another long drag. "Only if you're well behaved." I smirked.

"I will be I swear!" she smiled childishly.

She crawled over onto me and straddled my hips.

"Britt?"

"Uh huh?"

"What exactly are you doing?"

"I dunno..." she trailed off.

I looked up at her questioningly. "Well get off, we're going back to mine to get ready." I pushed her slightly.

She stood up and held her hands out to assist me standing up. She grabbed my hands and heaved me upwards. Thanks to all the brute strength work in Cheerio's Brittany was really strong. She took my hand and we walked to her car. The park was pretty desolate today which was weird because it was beautifully sunny outside and there were no clouds, I wondered where everyone was. Brittany skipped along while I tried to keep up. I unlocked the car and opened the door for Brittany; she curtsied politely and then laughed before getting in. I smiled as I went around to the driver's seat. I slid in and turned the engine on. As it grumbled into life I switched on the radio. Brittany bobbed her head and looked to the world outside her window.

"What are you wearing tonight?" I asked casually.

"I've got a dress in my bag... or maybe it's just a long t-shirt." She contemplated for a few moments. "Anyway, what about you?"

"Yea, I've got a little black dress... Puck's gonna die when he sees me."

"Yay." Brittany exclaimed.

We pulled up outside my house and I killed the engine. I took Brittany's bag from the backseat. I got out and put the straps on my shoulders. We linked our pinkies and walked to my front door, I unlocked it with my keys in my free hand. I opened the door and allowed Brittany to enter first.

"Just go straight up to my room, ok." She nodded in reply.

"Want anything to eat?"

"Ooh yes please."

"Alright, I think we have brownies, I'll bring you up one."

Brittany beamed. She loved chocolate, but because of Coach Sylvester's diet plan she very rarely had it. Coach said 'if you have to turn to chocolate to feed your incessant hormonal cravings, fine. But expect to run nine hundred extra laps to make up for the disgrace you have inflicted on the Cheerio race.' (Yes is the eyes of Sue Sylvester, her Cheerio's were a different race.) I made my way to the fridge and put two brownies on a plate. I then made my way up the stairs to my room. Brittany had already seated herself on my bed, flicking through one of my magazines. Her legs were crossed and head looked up as I stood in the doorway.

"Brownies! Thanks S." She said as I put the plate down on the bed.

I smiled and went over to my wardrobe. I opened it and searched through the abundance of clothes to find the dress I told her about earlier. I pulled it out and admired it silently. I hooked the dress on the handle of wardrobe door.

"Woah, is that the dress?" Brittany said with a mouth full of brownie.

"...Uh, yea it is, what do you think?" I snickered at her.

"Well put it on, lemme see!" She demanded

"I'll put it on later" I smirked and walked over to her sitting on the bed.

I then lay across the bed and broke a brownie in half. I took a bite and let it melt on my tongue. What Coach doesn't know won't hurt me. I looked to Brittany who was still enjoying her treat and flitting through the glossy pages. Her head then tiled upwards.

"What's the plan for tonight?" She queried.

"The usual, I'll hang with Puck for a bit and show him what I got. Then I'll come and find you and we can make the rest of the losers drool. You can find a guy if you want though? Oh and we need to get completely smashed."

"Sounds like a plan, I am totally up for getting smashed."

I smirked at her, always knowing she would never turn down some time to get frisky with yours truly.

"Hey San?"

Hey yourself, what's up?"

She looked down at the magazine once more. "I don't think I can read."

I cocked my head to side and gave her a questioning look. I then proceeded to turn the magazine the right way up.

"What about now?"

"Ooh so much better" she read more deeply into the pages.

I left her to her new found interest and continued with my brownie. They weren't half bad. It was pretty impressive because I seriously doubted my baking abilities. Soon I finished it off and got up.

"Want to start getting ready?"

"Sure."

With that she started to rummage through her bag. She pulled out a dress which was obviously perfectly folded by her mom. She let it unfold as she held it out. It was white off the shoulder dress with black writing on the front, it wrote: Love?

"Nice dress" I commented.

"You haven't seen it on me yet." She smiled slyly.

I grabbed my dress off its hanger and flung it on the bed. I took off my Cheerio's top and heard Brittany groan.

"I'm stuck..." she was halfway between taking her top off but had tangled her arms in the material.

"One second, don't move." She stood there with a blank expression until I assisted her and she blushed slightly.

"Sorry San..."

"Its fine B, just try and take your top on like the rest of the world sometime?" She then nodded.

I went back to fetch my dress and unzipped the back. I took off my skirt and put my legs into the black material. I pulled it right the way up. I attempted to zip it myself but it just wasn't happening. I felt a hand then take the zipper and gently tug it to close the dress.

"Thank you Britt." I smiled to myself.

I turned around to find Brittany looking in the mirror at her dress. It was hot on her, no doubt. It showed off what great legs she had. I was too jealous for words. I then went to stand beside her in the mirror.

"Damn S, you're a-ttractive" I laughed at her remark.

"You know it. Looking pretty fine yourself." She then giggled to herself.

"Makeup?" I suggested. She agreed ad took my hand and led me to the bathroom.

Once I had finished applying my war paint. Brittany tugged at my dress and grinned. I took her makeup bag and started with foundation. I lined her eyes and put some eye shadow on her eyelids. I patted blusher onto her cheeks and smeared lipstick precisely on her lips. I concluded with mascara and ran my hand through her blonde locks.

"Perfect."

We went back into my room and Brittany got her shoes and I put some money in my bra.

"Ready?" I said as I looked over to her fidgeting with her heels.

"Uh huh" She signalled.

"Let's get gone then."

We then walked to Puck's house because I refused to drive because 1) that would mean I would have to carry keys. 2) It would mean I couldn't drink or take half as much stuff as I had intended to. Pinkies locked we walked onto Puck's front lawn, music already audible.

"Rave on." I whispered to Brittany. She gleefully screeched. This was going to be a night I would never remember.