My first Brittana fic! It's only rated T for later in the fic. Enjoy!
Second grade. Mrs. Collin's class. The year that changed everything.
Brittany Susan Pierce was a clueless child who was oblivious to everything. She hadn't made a single friend in all of elementary school, and she had no idea why. Her mom said it was because she was too nice for other kids, but she didn't believe that. Each and every girl she had ever talked to said she was stupid, and that was all the conversation she would ever have with them for the rest of her life. In kindergarten, Brittany would come home every week to her parents and cry because no one wanted to play with her on fun Friday. It was miserable. In 1st grade, she learned to get over it by bringing a stuffed unicorn to school – Bernie – and it seemed to take her mind off of the insults. Bernie was her only friend. It had been half a year of 2nd grade, and she did the same as she did in 1st grade. Keep her mouth shut the whole day unless she was talking to Bernie or Mrs. Barker wanted to speak to her.
Then, the day came. December 17th. They day that would change her life forever. Brittany had memorized the date from then to this day, and that's something big for her to remember.
A short Latina girl with long, flowing, black hair, stunning tan skin, and the most beautiful eyes stepped into the class. Brittany's eyes went straight to the new girl. And so did everyone else's in the class.
Mrs. Collins said, "Alright, class, we have a new student to our class. Her name is—"
The mysterious girl cut her off. "Santana Lopez. I moved from Columbia five years ago, and just two months ago I moved from Florida."
The teacher, stunned, said quietly, "Just pick a seat anywhere." Most of the kids screamed "Me! Me! Sit next to me!" Brittany was confused why in school other students are so obsessed with being best friends with the new students.
As she began to wander off, the new girl (Santana, was it?) asked, "Can I sit here?" She was right next to Brittany, and she already had her stuff on the desk next to her.
"Um, sure," Brittany squeaked. This was the first time anyone had ever asked her if they could sit next to her. this was the first time anyone but her parents said something nice to her.
Santana sat down and glanced over at Brittany's unicorn. "I like your unicorn."
A slight smile spread across Brittany's face. "Thanks," she said softly. Now it had been the first time someone her age had complimented her. Wow. It looked like this Santana girl actually wanted to be her friend.
"Hey, what's your name?" Santana asked.
"Brittany. Brittany Susan Pierce."
"That's a really pretty name, Brittany." Santana seemed so much more confident than Brittany. She seemed like the one who was the most popular in classes and everyone loved to talk to. And Brittany was the opposite. But it looked like Santana had chosen her to sit next to.
"I like yours, too."
"Class, we need to continue our lesson with sentences, so settle down."
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Brittany went home that day happier than usual. She had spent all of recess talking to Santana instead of her usual play dates with Bernie. She found out that Santana was a gymnast and she sometimes liked to sing, but barely. Brittany told Santana that she had tried gymnastics when she was 4, but it never worked out, and how she didn't have any friends. When Santana found out about this, she immediately said, "I'll be your friend."
That one sentence made Brittany the happiest she had ever been in years. Someone had finally told her that they'd be her friend. She skipped to the carpool line with Santana, and her mom saw the both of them together. She was confused at first.
Brittany got into the car and told her mom all about Santana. How she was from Columbia, how she's a super good gymnast, and how she's the nicest girl she has ever talked to. Ever.
"That's amazing, sweetie! I'm so glad that you have a new friend," Brittany's kind mom said. She beamed as she thought of Santana the whole car ride home. Now she had someone in her life that would make her smile, not including Bernie or her parents.
It was only a month later, and Brittany and Santana were inseparable. They had play dates almost every afternoon; they could talk about almost anything with each other. What type of TV shows they liked to watch, how they felt about Mrs. Collins, and the types of toys they played with. They had sleepovers every weekend. Whenever Brittany saw her only friend, she got this weird feeling in her stomach. Not a bad one, though. It was a good one, or at least she thought. She had told her mom about that weird feeling, and she said that it just meant you were excited to see her. And it was obvious that Brittany was excited to see Santana.
Every day, other kids in their class would try to get Santana to be their friend, but she never accepted. She said that all my friend slots are taken because Brittany's giant heart is filled them up. The naïve child was so confused why Santana had picked her to be her best friend. She wasn't anything special, just an average blonde girl with massive imagination.
Santana knew when the two became best friends. In her mind, when friends start calling people nicknames, they're finally best friends.
It was just an average day when she asked, "Hey, Brittany, can I call you Britt?"
"Yeah, Santana. I like it. But can I call you San if you call me Britt?"
"Of course."
It was exactly four months later than the day they met. April 17th. Santana was just walking down the hallway, holding hands with Brittany, because that's what best friends do, right? A boy, who looked like he was in 5th grade, called the two girls "fags". They both had no idea what that meant, and it didn't mean much to them at the moment. And when Brittany went home to ask her mom, it still wasn't a big deal. But it would turn into one in a few years.
"Hey, mommy, what does fag mean?" Brittany asked as she and her mom walked in the door of their house from school. Her mom had a terrible look on her face, almost like she was about to cry.
"Honey, where did you hear this word?"
"Um, well this guy who looked older called me and San fags because we were holding hands. I don't get it."
"Oh… Brittany. Okay. You know how Daddy and I love each other? Well sometimes a girl and a girl can love each other. And so can a boy and a boy. And the word fag *she shuddered as she said the word* is just a bad way of saying it. Remember, Brittany, please, never say that word."
"Okay, I think I get it. But the guy said it like it was terrible, what's wrong with it?"
"Sweetie, nothing is wrong with liking someone of the same gender. But some people, just, think it's a horrible thing to do. And still, to this day, I'm not completely sure why."
"Okay, mommy. Thanks!" Brittany skipped up her stairs to call Santana and tell her everything her mom had just told her.
"Hey, San?"
"Yeah, Britt, I'm here. So did you ask your mom about that word?"
"Yeah, and she said that it was when a girl and a girl loved each other or a boy and a boy loved each other and for some reason some people don't like it and I don't really know why and it's not a big deal to me so… yeah."
"Oh. That's it? Okay then. I guess we'll be fine, Britt."
"Hey, since my mom said that it's when two girls love each other, I just wanted to say, that I love you. In the best friend way." Brittany could practically hear the smile on Santana's face.
"I love you, too. And in the best friend way."
End of chapter 1! Did you like it? I really like when people review.