ohhailo. sooo this is my first fic, and it's a little sloppy so i iz sorry :/. But anyways, i hope to get the ball rolling on this story pretty quick because i have much in store for these fine ladies.
i really hope you enjoy!
McKinley High School was filled with many new faces. The senior class inspected them all closely, already making snap judgements and deciding on a scale of 1 to 10 how much they were going to make the next year living hell -for the selected freshman they chose to prey upon. Santana and Brittany walked slowly down the hallway, pinky linked, while each girl analyzed the class schedule of the other.
Santana did not worry about this year; the school was her oyster and anyone who dared to question that, was in line for a particularly harsh beating, or social homicide. However Santana did worry slightly, although not about herself, about the tall blonde that casually bounced and strolled beside her. Santana, well, she loved that girl, and even while she would not admit it to anyone, or to herself for that matter, everyone knew.
They knew by the way Santana would dismember anyone who came CLOSE to hurting Brittany, by the work Santana would put in finding flaws in every boy or girl Brittany had sex with. They knew by the way Santana touched Brittany in the hallways, and the way they noticed her eyes wander towards her friend in the locker room after Cheerios practice. It was obvious to everyone, and the incoming freshman would be sure to find out this same fact after a day or two in McKinley.
Brittany on the other hand, had little problem admitting to whoever would listen that she loved Santana. But Santana had told Brittany many times that the things that the two of them did together weren't a secret, but were private. Santana of course didn't want to hurt Brittany, she just knew if Santana ever made it obvious that they were public and exclusive, even Brittany would figure out that those were two characteristics that a relationship withheld.
Luckily Santana and Brittany had virtually the same schedule, and would continue the ritual they had kept since 4th grade, of spending every waking moment together.
When the comatose of the first day finally rolled over, it was due to the fact it was time for Glee practice. New year, new Glee members, which meant new people Santana would have to learn to tolerate, but that was okay, because she had a wonderful form of distraction that came in the form of Brittany Pierce. Today Glee was in the auditorium, so Brittany happily dragged Santana by her pinky across the school, until Santana's red sneakers thudded to the floor of the auditorium. There, Brittany quickly found Quinn, who leaned on the back of a blue cushioned theater-style seat. Quinn muttered quietly yet angrily to Rachel Berry, who sat lazily in a seat across from the one Quinn leaned upon, while staring up at her girlfriend who appeared to be in a small fit of rage.
Brittany friendlily made her way up the carpeted stairs where her friends sat, one using hand gestures vapidly, and obviously trying to convey something that her other friend, who looked rather bored, couldn't grasp. Rachel seemed distracted by her jeans, tugging at loose threads, every once and awhile glancing up at her Cheerio who withheld a look of anger and despair in her brown eyes, and Brittany noticed that even with Rachel's lack of focus on her girlfriend, Quinn seemed much too busy ranting on about something, she couldn't even notice.
Once both Brittany and Santana made it to the very top of the auditorium where Rachel and Quinn resided, the lights above dimmed and Mr. Schuester stood up in front looking as if he was ready to speak. Rachel motioned for her Cheerio to take a seat next to her, so with a sigh, Quinn plopped down onto the seat in between Brittany and Rachel. The large acoustic room was scattered with all the Glee members; Mercedes, Artie, Tina, and Mike Chang sat up in front, close to Mr. Schue, Sam, Finn, and Puck sat in a row of three, all looking as if they couldn't care less about whatever Schuester had to say, but even as Brittany studied every Glee members backs individually, she slightly pivoted her body to see Quinn's back facing her as frantic, whispered words seemed to bounce off Rachel, words like "why does she always have to butt into everything I do?" and "She had to come here?" Just as Brittany was about to inquire about the angst she was noticing in Quinn, Mr. Schuester's words actually became relevant again, and almost louder.
"... and with a new year, new faces have joined McKinley" Schue projected across the dimly lit room. "Faces that I think might have the potential of benefitting us, so we can finally win first at the Regional Competition." Brittany heard Santana scoff and with that she turned to the Latina and slipped her finger underneath Santana's pinky, which easily formed into a 'c' shape, making it possible for the two pinkies to link, relaxingly.
"So Glee clubbers, we're here to audition 3 possible future members!" Schue exclaimed excitedly as he ran his fingers through is well quaffed, curly hair.
As Schue made his way to his seat next to Mercedes, a gangly looking 9th grader came stumbling onto the stage. As far as freshman go, Santana thought, this one wasn't entirely unattractive, if you found weird skinny boys with a retainer that muffled his speech attractive. He nervously introduced himself, and even in the darkness Brittany felt Santana wince next to her as he started to sing "Mandy" by Barry Manilow.
Once he was done, Schue politely escorted him off the stage, telling him that he did well and that he was glad the little fraction of a boy was able to audition.
The room got a little quiet, which didn't really make sense, because Rachel was in the room. But breaking the silence, without introduction, another auditionee made her way on the stage.
"Oh, lord," Quinn sighed, propping her head up using her hand, and resting her elbow on the armrest.
"Name?" Schue inquired.
"Casey," She said, slipping a thumb through her own belt loop.
"Full name... please?" Schue said, waiting for her reply.
"Casey Fabray."
Quinn shook her head as her freshman sister stood confidently on the stage, ready to swoop in and become the new and improved Fabray sister of McKinley High.
"Fabray?" Schuester asked, hardly able to contain his excitement. "You're... you're Quinn's sister?"
"No she isn't!" Quinn announced to the Glee members who started to look a little confused. Quinn had never mentioned her sister. Of course, Brittany and Santana knew about her, but they didn't exactly ever spend time with her before. And then there was Rachel, who would aggressively try to make conversation with Casey in the Fabray kitchen in the mornings, trying to make a good on her girlfriend's sister, so that maybe, just maybe, Casey would keep quiet to her parents, and ignore the excessive moaning and groaning that came from Quinn's room whenever Rachel was over.
"I'm not her sister," The younger Fabray started, "She's my sister." Quinn shot her an extra 'tude-filled smirk, crossed her arms and leaned back into her seat, where Rachel's hand waited comfortingly to rub her back.
"Quinn, I didn't know you had a sister..." Schue stated, looking back at the blonde cheerio, "Err- okay. Are you going to sing... um-"
"Casey," Quinn's sister interjected, a slight ghost of annoyance in her face. "And, yes. I'm singing Nothing Better by the Postal Service."
"Um, if you don't mind me asking," Rachel said, sitting up in her chair, "Nothing Better happens to be a duet, in which case would you not require a partner to perform it?" Rachel's eyes lit up, ready to jump at the chance to showcase her talent. And as if Quinn immediately read her mind, the blonde glared at the diva in protest of her singing a love song with her younger sister. And with that, Rachel leaned back into the blue cushion of her seat, defeated.
"No, I actually planned on doing it acoustically, and solo..." Casey Fabray informed, "If that's okay with you Mr. Schuester,"
"I mean, at a casual club meeting, I would say yes, but maybe it would be better if you had someone to perform it with you, just for today" With Schue saying this, Rachel sat bolt upright in her chair, looking at Quinn with pleading eyes. Quinn slowly shook her head at the songstress.
"Uh, Puck, Finn, care to volunteer?" Schue looked hopefully at the football players.
"- actually, I know the male lead a little better" Casey chimed in, "And his pitch is a bit high... at least for the two of you..."
"I'll do it." Brittany said simply, raising the hand she had been using to join fingers with Santana up high, but breaking the link between the two. Santana hadn't been paying much attention this entire meeting, but with the sound of Brittany's voice, she shook herself awake, looking at her blonde Cheerio, just in time to see a curl of delight cross over Quinn's little sister.
"Okay, Brittany, come on down." Says Schue, but Santana felt as if she were drowning in a pool of boiling water,
"What about Kurt, where's he- can't he do it?" Santana franticly asked, suddenly wide awake, trying to cover up the jealousy spreading its way across her face.
"Unfortunately Kurt is going to be out of town for the next week," Schue stated, "He's in New York with his Dad," Finn's face contorted.
Santana pondered the possibility of volunteering herself, anything to keep Brittany from going up there, but Brittany was already galloping down the stairs. Santana was unsure why she cared so much if Brittany sang a duet with some girl. It was just a song, but Santana had a bad feeling, and that feeling sat uncomfortably in her stomach as Brittany climbed onstage with the seemingly content Fabray.
Santana saw the small "Thank you," Casey Fabray muttered to Brittany as she helped her turn on the microphone that Brittany looked as if she was about to break.
Santana never wanted to punch someone harder than she did that goddamn Fabray.
Maybe in ran in that family...
The two girls who stood upstage seemed to have an unusually quick connection.
"Santana?" Rachel asked the absentminded Latina, who turned her head to the two girls staring at her,
"What?" Santana asked harsher than usual. Then, she looked down to find she was tearing up a composition notebook she never remembered buying.
"You're demolishing my English notebook," Rachel said, carefully removing from the Cheerio's hands. Of course, Rachel understood that and why Santana was angry. It was the way Santana would always get when Brittany found someone new, whenever she found a new distraction. Although Rachel was surprised that the jealousy had been developed in less than ten minutes because of a freshman singing a duet with Brittany.
"Oh, sorry."
Out of the three girls sitting the the higher seats of the auditorium, Quinn was probably the most confused. She wasn't paying much attention to the interaction between the girls on either side of her, more to the two blondes onstage.
Quinn thought about how closely she and Casey resembled each other. Casey was blonde like her sister, but it fell in natural curls that hung at her shoulders. Their faces had a similar structure, the same nose sitting in the center of their faces. But Casey, unlike her sister, was unusually strong. She was tall, but at the same time sort of stocky. She could easily have carried Brittany all the way up the staircase, but then again, Brittany was one of the thinnest girls at McKinley. Her eyes were blue, and Quinn always felt jealous on how much praise Casey would get on those beautiful eyes.
Throughout all of this thought, the one thing that hung over the surface of her mind was the fact that Casey had to join Glee.
Normally, the two Fabrays would get along. Of course Casey was a pain in the ass when she wanted to be, but they always had some nature of sticking together. When Quinn got pregnant, although Casey didn't know exactly when blessed Beth came to be conceived, had been the first Quinn told that the baby was Puck's. Casey had been who Quinn confided in when she started to realize she had feelings for girls. Even with their less-than-frequent acts of trust, if put in the same room for too long, the Fabray sisters would legitimately rip each other apart.
Then all the girls' thoughts were interrupted when Brittany began bounding back up the steps, back to Santana.
As the collective of Glee members exited the school that night, including the 3 new singers when practice had run a bit long. Mr. Schue, after a long argument with the current Glee practitioners about his "no cuts" policy, refused to deny any of the freshmen membership. So, with that, Mercedes friendlily offered the two boys Martin and Henry a drive home as Artie asked them about whether or not they pre-ordered Black Ops. Yet.
Although Casey was rather sociable, she stayed close to her sister, walking a couple yards in front of them so as not to intrude on the four girls' space, but even with Casey's distance, she managed to stick in the mind of each and every girl who walked behind her.
I hate her, Santana thought glaring up at the curly haired girl who walked ahead.
Rachel Berry, you will not let this freshman steal your spotlight, do you hear me? You will not let this freshman steal your spotlight Rachel thought to herself, plans firing throughout her brain in case this girl had proved to be a threat.
Good thing she can't act peppy for shit, Quinn was confident her sister would never join the Cheerios, and even with her anger towards her sibling, Quinn knew her sister didn't join Glee to upset her.
Do you think Casey likes ducks? Brittany wondered happily.
Casey narrowly reached Quinn's car before the other girls, where Santana's car was parked directly next to. The four decided without the freshman who would accompany who in which cars, and it was soon decided, much to Santana's dismay, that Quinn, Casey and Brittany would travel together, and Santana would drive Rachel home.
Just a car ride... Santana thought unhappily, fighting the mental image of Brittany and Casey grinding and bumping up against each other in the back seat of Quinn's car, as well as realizing she had to spend 15 minutes locked in a car with Rachel Berry.
As far as the day went, none of the seniors especially loved it, but it was just normal. So at the end of most days, both Rachel and Santana would hug their blonde Cheerios goodbye, but today, when Santana embraced her unofficial girl, she rested her head on Brittany's shoulder only to find that Casey Fabray was staring rather obviously at Brittany, as Casey leaned on Quinn's car. The curly haired blonde tore her eyes off of the back of Brittany's neck (At least it wasn't her butt Santana thought) to see Santana's evil and fiery glare directed right at her.
Casey hardly knew Santana, she'd barge into Quinn's room sometimes when Santana was over, only to be told harshly by Quinn to get out, but when the Latina looked straight into the Fabray's eyes, she suddenly feared that if she crossed Santana, one day the freshman would wake up underwater.
When the eyes belonging to that freshman got the fuck off of Santana's... not-girl, the Cheerio made a point of hugging Brittany close and tight in front of the new Glee member. Rachel and Quinn, not noticing Santana's unspoken death threat, tore apart from one another, and waited for the two other girls to detach before heading to their cars.
Santana watched from the driver's seat to see Casey silently opening the door to the front seat for Brittany.
Rachel swung herself down into the passenger seat, and glanced to Santana, who had her eyes glued on the car pulling out next to them, filled with the blondes.
"I think you're overreacting," Rachel sighed as Santana revved up the engine and pulled out.
"What's that, Berry?" Santana asked, keeping her eyes on the road as they pulled out of the school lot behind Quinn's little red car.
For a second, Rachel was quiet. She was unsure if she should get involved, and was 99% positive this conversation would end with Santana forming yet another plan to annihilate the small diva, but this was Santana, and Santana was a flame, if left unkept, would just expand and expand, until she burned the entire forest down.
"Look, we all know how you get when Brittany finds another playmate," Rachel slowly began, carefully choosing the right words to use so as not to upset the girl next to her, "And I just- I just think that you're assuming a romantic relationship might occur between Brittany and.. and Casey based solely on the fact that Casey is gay."
Santana jolted the car to a stop, and she was suddenly happy that this was Lima and most streets around the school were practically deserted.
"She's gay?" Santana almost hissed.
"Well... well yes. I thought you knew," Rachel looked embarrassingly at her intertwined fingers. "Casey's apparently known she was gay for... awhile."
Santana slowly pushed her foot to the gas once again.
"Well I can't say I'm surprised, have you seen her wardrobe?" Santana scoffed.
"Excuse me, but I hardly think the way an individual chooses to dress is irrelevant to that individual's sexual orientation, Santana." Rachel stated, sitting up in her seat and crossing her arms. "Wait... then why were you getting so snippy at Glee Club?" Rachel relaxed herself in the car a little.
"I wasn't upset, Berry, OK? Brittany can have whoever she wants, I'm not her owner."
"If you're getting this upset over a simple audition, than you're even more unstable than I thought..."
"That's me! Ms. Unstable." Santana said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Her hands were now clamped tightly around the wheel.
"I mean, i just think you shouldn't get angry because someonewanted to sing a duet with Brittany... unlike you..." Rachel muttered looking down, hoping to draw a reaction from the stone cold Latina next to her.
"Is this seriously about this fucking Melissa Ethridge thing again!" Santana got so much shit from Brittany because of that fucking duet. Rachel smiled triumphantly to herself.
"Look, all i'm saying is that I don't think you have anything to worry about. Okay?" Rachel paused, "...I know you won't admit it, but that's really what you need to hear."
And Santana really did need to hear it. Santana, even though she spent the rest of the ride in silence with the diva next to her, she had the worst feeling. It was like a sharp rock was in her stomach, trying to force itself out of her bellybutton. It was so painful, Santana considered pulling over on the road. But she didn't. Because Santana was going to have to learn to live with the pain, that she was sure would be returning tomorrow at Glee practice.