Ok, so here an idea I've had in my head for a couple of months. Season three, instead of Rory coming over from Ireland, there's a different exchange student. A student that's gonna cause a lot more talking than he did. This fic will eventually be brittana, but will also be Brittany/other. Trying to follow the cannon as much as possible, except even after Brittany's love confession at the end of season 2, San still can't deal with her feelings, and the troubletones don't happen (I always hated that storyline) Anyways, I hope you like, and don't hate on the new girl too much, it's all a catalyst to get to endgame. Every experience makes us who we are and maybe Brittany just needed said experience. And remember, all good things come to those who wait...
6:50am. I walked into the locker room, glad no one else was around. I was pretty sure I'd left several lunches in my locker from last year. I couldn't see a problem with this, but my friends had told me that once food starts to smell funny it was time for the bin. I don't get why, it still tastes fine. Something about selling vanilla? I picked up my sandwiches and made my way to the back of the room to throw them out before everyone else got to school. I started thinking about how awesome this year would be. Senior year was time for awesome-ness. Glee club would win nationals, I was be back on the Cheerios, and everyone would want my body again. Santana would want me again.
"I'm just a crossfire, I'm just a shot away from you..."
Once I turned the corner, I realised someone was in the showers. I could hear the water running and then a voice singing over the top.
"And if you leave here, you leave me broken, shattered, I lie..."
'Who would be here this early? And singing? Definitely not any of the Cheerios... Maybe Santana?' My chest fluttered a little when I thought of Santana. I haven't seen her since the last day of school. It hurt to think about it. After nationals, after I told Santana that I loved her, San closed up. She wouldn't return my calls or texts or emails. The only text I got was 'I need time, please don't push me' I would never push Santana. Sure, it got frustrating when we couldn't get our sweet lady kisses on over the summer, but I dealt. I used that time to work out where Lord Tubbington has been hiding his money that he made selling my secrets to the CIA. I missed her like crazy, but I gave her her space, hoping that things will have changed by the start of school.
"I say you don't know, you say you don't know, I say... Take me out!"
I walked around the corner, staying behind the lockers to see who was there. I could see a girl in the shower, but she definitely wasn't Santana. Her short hair was wet and stuck to her face. Because of the water I couldn't tell what colour. Dark blonde?
'Is there a dark blonde? Where's the line between dark blonde and light brown?'
She was tall, at least as tall as myself. She was belting out the song with everything she had. It sounded familiar, names of songs were never my strong point though.
"If I move this could die, eyes move this could die, I want you to take me out!"
Her voice was amazing. It filled up the whole space effortlessly. I don't think I've ever met this girl before, but my friends keep telling me that I've met that Asian girl in glee. I still think they're trying to brainwash me. I wanted to walk around the rest of the lockers to look at her body properly. I know all people are beautiful, but everyone looks better wet. Except cats.
Suddenly the water switched off, and she walked out of the cubical. She was still naked, except for the towel that kind of hung in front of her whilst she dried her face, barely covering her special places. She was toned, her arms and legs looked like she'd spent a lot of time working on them. Water dripped down her skin, which was a deep tan, but pale white within the tan lines. She had a tattoo on her ribs, all I could see where a combination of green and yellow.
"Hey." Oh god, she noticed me. I looked up at her eyes, greeny brown eyes starred back.
"H-hi, I'm Brittany." I managed to get out. A smile crossed her face.
"Well Brittany, what brings you to school so early?" She had a smirk on her lips, as she walked past me to an open locker. I could see the muscles in her butt flex as she walked. Her very naked butt. She had her back to me as she dried herself off, hands and towels moving all over her body. I couldn't think of what to say to this stunning girl.
'I-I... Uhh, I had to leave my house early because my parents are having a-a swingers party!" 'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING BRITTANY!?' I thought to myself. 'Really? REALLY? Swingers party?'
"Is that so? Strange for a Monday morning, but if that's how they do it in Ohio..." She shrugged her shoulders with a laugh, and I realised she had an accent. No idea where from though, but where ever it was it was hot. She was hot. My hand balled into a fist as my eyes swept across her neck, her shoulders, down the dip of her back and once again, her eyes rested on her ass. All I could think about was how it had been a long summer...
Still completely naked she dropped her towel on the bench and started to get dressed. I realised I should probably say something.
"You have a great voice." She turned to face me, by this point she had put on a black bra and and matching boylegs.
"Uhh, thanks." It was her turn to stutter. "Had it all my life."
"You should join the glee club."
"What's a glee club?"
"It's great, we sing and dance and go to competitions, and everyone ends up dating everyone else, and then they fight, but we're all really good friends and forgive each other. Last year we went to nationals in New York which was so cool, and I wrote a song about a cup that everyone said was crap, but I liked it." God, I can ramble when I get excited. She was just looking at me with a raised eyebrow. Quick, change the subject.
"Why are you here so early?" Good move.
"Went for a session in the gym before the boys got in. Seeing as there's no surf in Ohio, gotta keep in shape somehow."
"Why don't you play a sport? Or cheerleading?" Not quiet sure why I was taking such an interest in what this girl does. I mean, I like people, but something was saying I had to learn all about her. Maybe it was the aliens telling me to do it. Maybe she was an alien?
"It's my first day here, so haven't had the chance to sign up for anything. I'm definitely not cheerleading material, although the uniforms are sexy as hell." She said with a wink. I watched her eyes run over my body, I could almost feel her gaze work its way down my neck, linger on my chest, then rake down my legs. 'Definitely an alien.' I think. looked down at my Cheerios uniform to work out what she was looking at. 'OMG, she thinks cheerleading uniforms are hot. I'm in a cheerleading uniform! She meant that about me!'
I felt my face flush and a burning sensation started in the pit of my stomach. The hot girl with the sexy accent was checking me out! 'Be cool, Pierce, be cool.'
"I gotta go!" I yelled as I grabbed my bag and ran out of the locker room. I ran all the way to the choir room, as I knew it would be empty this time of the morning. I tried to calm my breathing, and I could feel my face returning to its normal colour. The burning in my stomach and the throbbing between my legs didn't stop though.
'Why did you freak out Britt? God, now she probably thinks you're a freak. And you didn't even get her name!'
I'm not sure what freaked me out most: the fact that this new sexy girl was opening flirting with me, or the fact that I really, really liked it. And for the first time this whole summer, I wasn't thinking about Santana.