A/N: So, I know there's a bunch of these out there, but I wanted to take a turn in creating a version of what I thought would be good regarding Brittany and Santana's relationship.

Santana: Say it…

Me: (groan) No fair.

Brittany: What's a dislacmer?

Santana: You mean disclaimer Britt, Britt.

Brittany: Oh…

Santana: Say it, or it's Lima Heights on.

Me: FINE! I do not own Glee or any characters associated with it, HAPPY?

Santana: Good girl.

CHAPTER 1

The Girl with the Pigtails

(Third Person POV)

Santana Lopez was fourteen-years-old, yet she carried on this aura of superiority when she walked down the halls of William McKinley Middle School. Eighth grade was, for a girl her age anyway, a huge step, the step toward the whole new world that made up High School. Yes, Santana was definitely excited to explore this whole new level of social climbing – even at such an early age, the other girls would never mess with her, and she befriended only the few that were lucky to be considered good enough to be her friends. Except Quinn, they'd been friends since they were little. However, as they began to grow up, Quinn and Santana started a frienemies relationship, since they were constantly bickering and arguing about the social ladder of Ohio. Quinn wanted on top, but of course, Santana wanted too and this only made her fight that much harder for it. This was acknowledged, by everyone in their class – the relationship that would have been tiring for any pre-pubescent adolescent. One day, they would fight and nearly rip each others face off, the next day, they were giggling and hugging in the hallways – it was utterly confusing.

It wasn't until the first day of eighth grade, that Santana would have a life-changing occurrence, one that would change her point of view about friendship for the rest of her life – well, with one person anyway. She heard it in the halls, the whispering, the confusion, the wonder of the other students as they went on and on about a new girl, one Santana could be less interested in. She knew this girl would only end up as her target in High School – being an outcast was not easy, but she would have to keep her status popular – she wouldn't be caught dead being nice to the new girl.

When she finally made it to the place she dreaded the most – class – she sat down on the seat that she usually took since third grade. She had already arranged her new things, put them in a locker, and grabbed only what was necessary for the next three periods, before they had break. It was suffocating, having to sit through an hour with a teacher she loathed, hearing only the faint sound of her words turned into mumbles from her attempt to drown everything out – she knew perfect Spanish, there was no need for her to be in this class.

"Good morning class, welcome to a new year at McKinley" Mrs. Banks voice sounding throughout the room like some kind of speaker had been installed, interrupting Santana from her inner debate.

"Oh, yippers". Santana mumbled to herself sarcastically. "Another year of pure torture".

"Ms. Lopez, I heard that. I'll let it slip, since it's the first day of school". Santana rolled her eyes, sinking back into her seat with her arms crossed on her chest, tapping the side of her foot against the desk. "But, I have excellent news! We have a new student with us today, she just moved here from Kansas…" Mrs. Banks gestured to her side, Santana's eyes, as well as the rest of the class, moved to see who this new girl was. "Brittany Pierce".

To her surprise, she wasn't like anything Santana would have expected. She was tall for her age, skinny, and blonde – two ponytails hanging from the side of her head tightly, showing the innocence that radiated from the girl – with turquoise eyes that looked the same color of the sky in sunny day; Santana felt the urge to blink.

"Hi…" That was all the blonde could choke out, waving shyly at the rest of the class before smiling at the teacher. Santana snickered, crossing her legs before raising an eyebrow – shyness was not something that was a plus on her book. She's going to get eaten alive in this rotten school, bless her. She shook her head slowly, realizing that it would probably be her who would do that in a future.

"Well Brittany, would you tell us a little about yourself?"

"Um, I'm fourteen-years-old, I miss Kansas, and I have a cat, his name is Lord Tubbington".

Santana snorted, finding the name of the cat incredibly amusing. The heads of everyone turned to Santana, who just shrugged and kept looking at her paper uninterested. Although, her snort seemed to catch everyone's attention, it looked as if Brittany was totally unaffected by it, which was strange – she was used to tearing people down with a comment, eye roll, facial expression, or a witty remark.

"All right!" The teacher yelped, causing Santana to flinch in her seat from the loudness of her voice. "Why don't you take a seat next to Santana please?"

Santana's face scrunched up when the teacher pointed at the empty seat next to her, dreading the day she decided to sit in this spot. Santana looked at the girl with glaring eyes, almost as if she dared her to take a step forward, challenging her, already showing her who the boss was. But Brittany seemed to not notice, almost as if she had an ability to let any comments or looks slip, like an impenetrable defense. So the perky blonde bounced towards the empty chair next to the Latina, put her books down lightly and took a seat, running her fingers through her long blonde locks; Santana caught her looking at her from the corner of her eye, something she reacted with a smirk.

"Since today is your first day, I don't want to give you rough loads of work, so why don't you turn to the person next to you and talk to them for a bit, chatter on about your summer experiences". The dark-haired teacher winked at them, sitting on her desk.

Not surprising, Quinn turned to Finn Hudson, the guy she always had a crush on, and honestly, Santana didn't know what the hell Quinn saw in the idiot. Sure, he was sort of cute looking, but he was so naïve and devious, Santana would have thought Quinn would aim higher than that, maybe try and go out with Noah Puckerman – that one was good looking. But her mind wonders stopped when she suddenly realized she would have to talk to the new girl, Brittany. She frowned, sighing as she turned to look at the blonde, preparing a mean comment about how much of a time waste it was to talk to her – but she didn't have the heart.

Brittany looked down at her notebook blankly; drawing doodles furiously while a single tear dropped on the white pages, smudging her drawings to an unrecognizable state. Santana had never felt pity for anyone, and she thought she probably never would have, but the way her heart swelled up at seeing Brittany cry was enough to put a different kind of frown on her face.

"Brittany…" Santana called, leaning to place a hand on her back. Brittany's head shot toward Santana, and quickly, she wiped the tears away with the back of her sleeve, giving Santana a tentative grin, but it was too covered in sadness to be considered a smile. "You okay?"

Brittany shook her head, sniffling while trying to look away, probably trying to avoid eye contact with anyone else, afraid they'd make fun of her for crying on her first day of school. It was hard for Brittany, she had to leave all her friends behind in Kansas, had to move to this city that she'd never heard of before, and on top of it all, she knew that there was no way she'd gain friends fast in this school – they all looked so, judgmental.

Santana moved her desk close to Brittany's, tilting her chin to have a better look. The blonde's piercing blue eyes went directly to her brown ones, looking at her like Brittany was actually looking into her soul, like she knew something about Santana that no one else knew, or dared to ask. It was enough to crumble down all her defenses, the walls she'd build up so nobody could see who she truly was. Sure, Santana was a bitch sometimes, but it didn't mean she was a bitch all the time, in fact, pretending to be a stuck up bitch was sometimes exhausting – she needed a break from it. "You can tell me, something bothering you?"

Brittany looked at her again, and scoffed, then smiled back at the Latina, shrugging.

"My cat's been staring at the wall again; I think he can see ghosts through it".

Santana blinked, and then started to laugh hysterically, finding Brittany's comment so random and cute that she grinned from ear to ear. Yep, this girl was definitely different – perhaps good enough for Santana.

A/N: So first chapter, what did you think guys? Tell me in a review if you'd like me to continue. I'll try and update every day or every 2 days if I don't have writers block.

I also want to end every chapter with a funny quote by Santana and Brittany.

Brittany: "Maybe you can try rocking back an forth, they do that in movies"

Santana: "No… I just try, to be really; really honest with people…when I think they suck!..."