Hey guys! So this is going to be an angsty-Brittana story, so buckle your seatbelts! The first couple chapters will deal with the Brittana friendship in stages, then we'll get into the real drama! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!
Brittany Pierce was a loud five year old. A loud, loud five year old. There was no wall between her brain and her mouth, and if Brittany felt or thought anything, anyone near her would know about it. This being said, it was no surprise that on the first day of school, Brittany was the one who volunteered to go first. Scrambling up from her spot in the circle, she dashed across the alphabet rug to stand next to the teacher's chair. Tripping over the chair leg as she went by, she felt the ground move out from under her, only to be caught by a pair of hands.
"Not so fast okay?" Came the teachers cool voice. The little blonde nodded, not letting that phase her excitement as she faced the circle of students that was her kindergarten class.
"HI!" She said happily, her cheeks rosy, her smile big. She held up one hand and waved it to the class as she spoke. "I'm Brittany. I'm five years old and I have a cat. His name is Lord Tubbington. You know, like the Lord who saves the princess from the bad guys?" She babbled. "He likes cheese so sometimes I drop a piece of my grilled cheese on the floor when Mom isn't looking. He likes green too. My green pillow is his favorite to sleep on. I like green too, only that's not my favorite color. I like orange. It's loud. My Mom tells me I'm loud" She said, only stopping when the teacher held up her hand. Brittany closed her mouth, and the class erupted into giggles, making Brittany laugh herself. Any other kid would've pouted, complaining that the class laughed at them, but not Brittany. She was only too happy to put a smile on someone's face, and even happier to laugh with her class. Her teacher was about to scold the class, glancing over with the expectation of a pouting child, but met with laughter instead. Chuckling, she motioned to the letter U, Brittany's former seat across the oval letter rug.
"Very nice to hear about you and your cat Brittany" She nodded her approval, watching the little blonde skip across the rug from where the teacher's chair was, in front of letter E. Brittany beamed at her again when she sat down, next to a little Latina, sitting on the letter T. When the little girl got up, Brittany's eyes followed her up to the front of her room.
"She's pretty" Brittany thought to herself, watching the girl flip her waist length black hair behind her shoulder before clearing her throat.
"I'm Santana. Santana Lopez. I'm 5, like Brittany, but I don't have a cat. I don't have any pets." She said, rocking back from her heels to her toes, looking at the teacher, as if for some form of instruction. The teacher, in return, raised her eyebrows.
"Don't you want to say a little more?" The teacher prompted, "what about your family? Something about that?" Santana shook her head in a silent rejection.
"Nahh." She shrugged before walking to her letter, turning a little to raise her eyebrows at Brittany, who was staring at her, smiling vapidly. Blinking, the little Latina moved a little to the right, closer to the boy sitting on S, whatever his name was. She resisted the urge to snicker at the markered-on 'tattoos' along his bicep.
Brittany didn't remember half the kids names after they got up from circle time, but she knew one. Santana. Santana with the long hair. The next time she found her was on the playground, swinging on the swings with another blonde girl. Brittany smiled. She knew the blonde girl, Quinn. They were in the same gymnastics class and went to cheer camp together last summer. Brittany hadn't even remembered seeing her in circle time or hearing her introduce herself, but she shrugged it off. Brittany never cared much for remembering stuff. She just wanted to have fun.
Skipping over to the swing sets, she raised her eyebrows. Santana and Quinn were swinging high in the sky. So high that Brittany had to tip her head back and shield her eyes from the sun. She watched them for a minute, a hopeful smile on her face before she stepped forward, asking cheerily. "Hey Santana! Can you teach me how to swing so hi-" She was interuptted by a shriekd from Santana.
"Brittany MOVE!" The Latina called, trying to brace her shoes on the ground so the swing would stop. Her little legs were no where near the ground, though, and she flew right into Brittany, both of them landing in a heap in the wood chips, Santana on top of the blonde.
"I'm so sorry Brittany!" She said, scrambling up. Brittany sat up, and when she made sure she hadn't hurt anything, she smiled up at Santana.
"That's okay! I'm not hurt!" She said, taking the hand offered by Santana and standing up.
"Are you guys okay?" Quinn asked, jumping off her swing, smiling when both girls nodded. "I thought Santana was gonna knock your head off Britt!" She exclaimed, making both girls erupt into giggles.
They were still giggling when the teacher rang the bell to line the class up to go inside. Brittany and Santana were one of the last pairs on line, Quinn was lost up in the front somewhere with a girl she knew from Church. Santana chatted with Brittany animatedly during the walk to the line, but when two boys lined up behind them, the Latina was quiet and turned to face the teacher. Brittany opened her mouth to ask what happened, when she was cut off by one of the boys.
"Oh look who it is" Azimio sneered, nudging the other boy. "It's the little poor girl." The blonde frowned, first thinking that they were talking about her, but when she glanced toward Santana, she knew that wasn't the case.
"I saw her daddy looking through the dumpsters for food." The other replied. "I bet they eat food from their neighbors garbage." He said, his friend only too happy to agree.
"And look at that dress. I bet it's the only one she owns." They teased, causing Brittany's eyes to slide down to look at the faded green dress Santana wore. Look back to Santana's face, Brittany frowned. She wasn't returning Brittany's gaze-she refused to look any place but forward- but the blonde could see the unshed tears in her eyes. Spinning on her heel, she crossed her arms in front of her Little Mermaid tee shirt and said firmly, "Hey." This caught the boys attention, and so she continued. "shut up Karfofskly. You know I think that Santana has the prettiest dress ever." She said, "I wish I had a dress like that. I bet you boys do too. That's why you're so mean. You're just jealous because Santana has a pretty dress on today. I bet she has lots of them too." The blonde nodded. She waited for the boys' reply, but they just stared, dumbfounded. Brittany smiled, happy with herself, and turned around again, not looking back at the boys for the rest of the walk back to the classroom. Glancing at Santana, she caught the girl wiping her eyes, a smile replacing her pout. This made Brittany smile too, because she loved making people happy. Reaching over to grab Santana's hand for the remainder of the walk, she leaned and whispered in Santana's ear, "Let's be best friends." Santana didn't reply, but instead squeezed Brittany's hand. And Brittany knew that meant yes.