Disclaimer: Not mine blah blah Fox owns it, Ry Murphs trolls it.
"You can't kick me off for getting a boob job." Arguing with one Sue Sylvester was never a smart thing to do, but Santana Lopez has never been one to play by the rules.
She'd be called into her cheerleading coach's office after practice. She knew as soon as they sat down that it wasn't going to be good.
"I can do whatever I please. I don't need you falling and my girls being sprayed with silicone. Get out of my office, your huge fake chest is suffocating me"
Santana left Sue's office with a slammed door and an eye roll. Forcing herself to contain her tears she worked her way through the halls to find the one person she wanted to talk to the most. Quinn Fabray.
It wasn't hard for Santana to figure out that the bacon loving blonde had been the one to sell her out to their coach. Quinn still hadn't gained back any respect after babygate and she needed some kind of excuse to get back on the squad. Clearly her excuse was Santana's new rack.
Once she found what she was looking for, Santana's mouth took over.
"You bitch, you little back stabbing bitch. You told Coach about my summer surgery!"
Quinn looked unimpressed. Santana at this point was letting the tears run down her face, not caring who was there to see.
"Shut up Santana, you know the rules, no plastics allowed."
Quinn laughed a bit before trying to walk away. Santana, however, had different plans and grabbed Quinn's ponytail forcing her to turn around.
"What the hell?" Quinn cried.
"Look, you might have lost the baby weight, but you've still got nothing going for you. No house, no parents, and no baby either. If you need to be on top so badly, have fun. You apparently need it more than I do," Santana shouted not caring that she was making a scene.
"Oh please Lopez, we both know you got the boobs because you feel shitty about yourself. I might have lost a lot of things, but at least I love myself, flaws and all."
The final bell rang and Quinn walked away without saying anything more, leaving a stunned Santana in the middle of the hallway doing the one thing she thought she'd forgotten how to do: cry. She let herself lean against her locker before sliding down to the floor. She knew that Quinn had been right. She knew all along that getting a boob job wouldn't solve anything. It was a temporary fix, one that completely failed. She didn't notice that someone else was in the hallway until a tall blonde girl wearing a Cheerios uniform slid down beside her.
"No one should cry alone," she said.
Santana was confused, and angry that someone was around to see her crying like this. Santana liked being known as a badass without feelings. Crying in the middle of the hallway was not doing her any good if she wanted it to stay that way. She brought her arm up to wipe the tears on her cheeks.
"I'm not crying."
The blonde girl looked confused.
"So then did your eyes just flood? That happened to my sister once. She wasn't sad, but it was raining and her eyes started to flood!"
It was Santana's turn to be confused now. She just shrugged not wanting to even understand what the strange girl was talking about.
"You're Santana Lopez and you just got a boob job."
Santana rolled her eyes.
"And you're that annoying girl that won't just leave me the hell alone."
The blonde didn't pay any attention and instead stuck out her hand.
"Hello, I'm Brittany and I like your new boobs."
Santana, against her instincts, reached out to humor the blonde with a handshake. But instead of a handshake, the blonde pulled Santana up off the floor and began dragging her to the parking lot.
"Where the hell are we going?"
Brittany just giggled, and lead Santana to her car. She walked her to the passenger side, and opened the door all gentleman like. Against everything her mother had ever told her about strangers, Santana got into the car. Something about the strange blonde girl made her feel safe, cared for even.
"Coach is going to be pissed that you're skipping out on practice."
Brittany shrugged.
"I have Glee Club on Tuesday's and it starts when the big hand gets to the four, and right now it's only on the three. You should come, we can sing you a cheer up song!"
Santana was beginning to understand why people weren't supposed to hop into random people's cars.
After driving for a little while, Santana noticed Brittany's soft humming and couldn't help but smile. Maybe that Glee Club thing wouldn't be too bad. It's not like she could get yelled at from Coach anymore, she might as well check it out. If it was Loserville, she'd just leave.
Brittany slowed the car to a stop, parked, then turned it off. She unclasped her seat-belt and enthusiastically got out of the car to run to the passenger side to open Santana's door.
"Why are we at the park?" Santana said while stepping out of the car.
Brittany started to walk toward a set of benches that were located close to a small pond. She sat down, and Santana followed.
"I like to come here when I'm sad. It's pretty and makes me happy," Brittany said once Santana sat down.
"It's like the nature doesn't know how to be sad, cause even when bad things happen it's still pretty."
Brittany seem fixated on watching the small family of ducks that had just walked into the pond. Santana noticed how such a small insignificant thing like ducks could make someone smile and just be happy. She let herself smile, and began to wonder if this girl would end up being her small insignificant thing.
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
Brittany shrugged.
"Everyone needs someone else San."
The blonde was right. Santana had never felt so alone as she did while crying at her locker, she was used to being followed by everyone. In one day she went from being at the top of the food chain, to the bottom. She knew that if her boobs didn't look so good, she probably would have gotten slushied after being kicked from the squad.
This girl, as weird as she is, makes a lot of sense. Well, she doesn't, but Santana understands her in this weird way that she almost wishes other people would too. People don't seem to take too much notice to the blonde. Rather they know her for her dancing skills, and stupid one liners that they keep log of on Jewfro's blog. Santana's seen people pick on Brittany and call her names, hell, she's done it before too. But clearly, however not book smart, this girl was intelligent. She knew when to reach out to people, even ones that are known for being cold hearted bitches. Plus, Brittany is throwing herself out there, going against everything Quinn probably said to the squad. Risking her spot on the social latter just to save Santana from drowning in her flooded eyes. Maybe this girl was even worth keeping around.