If Only I Could

A/N: This chapter is all in Brittany's POV. I'll start introducing Santana's perspective when there are more Brittana moments. This is an introduction chapter basically, Britt's still getting acquainted.

Chapter 1

"Brittany, this way, I'll give you your locker assignment." Mr. Figgins, a weird looking man, was her new principal.

I nodded and followed him around the corner, and I was soon met with another body, knocking us both down.

"Watch it bitch!" A small, furious, Latina was attempting to tower over her. She was being fairly cute trying to tower over me, but I was a good five inches taller.

"Sorry." I mumbled. This girl has the most amazing eyes I've ever seen. The brown orbs made me melt.

"Santana, please refrain from using that type of language." Principal Figgins stated firmly. I had forgotten he was here.

"Whatever," the girl known as Santana said, "Blondie here needs to learn how to walk and look at the same time. I know a lot of blondes that can, take Quinn for example."

Damn, this girl is a major bitch. She was wearing a red and white cheerleading uniform that had the letters WMHS across the chest. Ugh, cheerleaders were always so bitchy and stuck up.

"Brittany, just come here, your locker is right here." He motioned his arms over to an empty locker.

"Than-"

"HELL NO! Nobody has a locker next to mine, especially this ditzy blonde." Santana was practically yelling, and caused a little attention.

"Miss Lopez, all the other lockers are taken, so therefore I must give this to Brittany." The man stated sternly.

"Ugh you're so on my list Blondie." With that said, the smaller girl stormed to her fist period class.

"I'm sorry for her, she's uncontrollable."

"Don't worry, I've met worse."

He laughed and wished me luck before turning and going the other way.

I walked into my first class, which was history. I hated this subject, it was fairly boring. I guess they call it history for a reason. I took a seat next to a short brunette and she immediately smiled.

"Hi, I'm Rachel Berry." I shook her awaiting hand, and smiled.

"Brittany."

"Nice to meet you Brittany, so how's your day so far?"

"Pretty interesting, my locker is next to this girl named Santana Lopez, she was being this bitch to me."

Rachel's eyes widened upon hearing Santana's name.

"What?" I asked.

"S-Santana is the HBIC here at McKinley. She basically sleeps around with girls, whether their straight or not."

So this Santana girl was gay. This could be interesting. "Really?" I asked. Rachel nodded. "Well I'm Bisexual; I never thought it was a big deal."

"Of course it's not. I was raised by two gay dads. I'm not homophobic, so don't worry."

"Oh okay. I just thought you were because your eyes widened at the mention of Santana's name."

"Oh of course not, I'm surprised Figgins gave you that locker. Everyone stays out of Santana's way, including him."

"He said there were no other open lockers."

"Alright class, open your books to page 76. Brittany come over here and I'll assign you one." The teacher, Mrs. Pembroke said.

History was boring. I went and made a stop at my locker to dump my history book in. I turned to walk off to second period.

I walked into Biology, and asked the teacher for my seating assignment. I followed the direction of his finger, and was soon met with my new seat, only to find that my partner was the one and only Santana. She looked up from her phone, looked at me, and I swear I saw her wince.

"Oh hey Blondie, couldn't get enough of me?"

"Obviously not, who could possibly say no?"

There it was again. I saw her wince. She was probably not used to people talking to her for this long.

"Smart choice of words, I'll spare you your life for an extra class."

I laughed, this girl was funny.

The bell rang and I headed off to Spanish. The seats were set up so one row could fit four people. I saw Rachel and smiled. She was sitting next to a blonde girl, who was seated next to Santana. The teacher, Mr. Schuester, with my luck, put me next to Santana. I sighed as I sat down and looked to Santana.

"So I was right, you cannot get enough of this." The smaller girl motioned to her body and laughed.

"Sorry, I had no say in my schedule, saying that I just transferred and all."

Santana was about to say something, but another girl interrupted. "Hi, I'm Quinn Fabray, are you new?"

I nodded. So this must be the Quinn girl Santana referred to earlier. She was wearing an identical uniform as Santana. She didn't seem like Santana at all.

"Nice to meet you." She smiled and turned back to Rachel.

"Hey Rachel, what's up?" I asked, happy to have another class with a familiar face.

"Nothing much Britt, I forgot to tell you, this is my girlfriend, Quinn."

I smiled at that, they were cute together. "It's alright, you guys are cute together." Both girls blushed when I said this.

"Thanks Britt." Rachel said with a bright smile.

"Yeah thanks; we're still trying to help this grump over here to get a girl and stay with her." Quinn said.

"Uh-uh. No me gusta. You know I don't do girlfriends." Santana stated.

Hmm, so Santana is a player huh? I had a feeling though, ever since Rachel said something about her sleeping with the entire female population at McKinley. She was snapped out of her thoughts when someone smacked her upside the head.

"Hey Blondie, do you mind coming back to earth anytime soon?"

"It's Brittany; does it hurt to say that? You know what, never mind. It's not because you're a player, it's because you're such a bitch; nobody can even stand you." That was the first time I stood up to her, but I felt pretty damn good.

Quinn and Rachel were just sitting there, dumbfounded.

"I'm going to go cool off, if you need me Quinn; you know where to find me." With that said Santana stood up and left.

"Dang Brittany, you have a lot of nerve. No one has ever stood up to her." Rachel stated.

"Let me go check on her. She's under the bleachers, doing who knows what." Quinn said.

"Alright class is out in like two minutes, wait until then?" Rachel said.

"Okay babe."

The whole entire day, I haven't seen Santana. The final bell rand and I got up, starting for my locker.

Instead of Santana, I saw Quinn. I guess she had that locker on the edge next to Santana's.

"Hey Brittany."

"Hi Quinn."

"I just talked to Santana; she basically slept on a blanket with tears in her eyes under the bleachers."

"I didn't mean to make her sad. It was just making me mad; when someone calls me Blondie, it just reminds me if how dumb I am."

"Hey, you are not dumb. You just think different, a good different."

"Alright thanks Quinn, I have to go; mom's expecting me."

"Bye Britt."

After Brittany had left, Quinn's mind though back to the conversation she had with Santana.

"It scares the hell out of me Q, that's the only reason why I'm more of a bitch to her. Maybe it thought that the feeling will go away. It just made her hate me. You want to know why I'm so quiet when you and Berry are together? I want something like that, but no one is worth it here. The minute I saw her ice blue eyes, I swear I knew that she was going to be a problem; a good problem that is."

"Santana, she doesn't hate you. I can guarantee that."

"How do you know?"

"I can see it in her eyes. It's like she gets lost in them whenever you guys talk. You have the same look."

"Yeah whatever."

"No, not whatever, I don't get why you can't ease up and ask her out, you're Santana Lopez."

"I actually like and care about her. It isn't about doing the deed anymore. That's why I'm so scared. If I get into a relationship with her, I could do something to mess up. I am Santana Lopez, after all."

"If only people can see that you're such a sap."

"Ugh whatever Quinn."

Things could get pretty interesting. Quinn smiled to herself and went to find her car.

A/N: Is it lame? Please tell me so. I Wasted a Friday on this -.- XD