In this story WMHS is a boarding school.

Brittany POV

I feel numb inside, like all the happiness is drained from the world. Sucked up by some emotional black hole. The thing is my life was great. I had amazing friends, I was the most popular person in school and everyone looked up to me. That was until she came to my school. Her with her long Black, Silky hair that sat nicely below her shoulders. Her perfect tanned skin, Skinny but not an unhealthy weight. She looked beautiful by nature and I knew she was trouble.

Of course when she joined she made friends straight away (or more like found her evil minions). I thought nothing of it first, maybe she just fell into the wrong crowd and needed some direction on which people she should be getting involved with instead of hanging with the Skanks. So with the thought I wanted to introduce myself after our first class together.

I approached her at the fountain just outside the front entrance of the school. I couldn't help but stare at how the skirt she was wearing hugged her curves in all the right ways, and god her ass is amazing some girls would give their left arm for that. She must have heard me coming because when I was about three metres away she turned around and faced me, we made eye contact and I her chocolate brown eyes were breath-taking because I almost forgot to put one foot in front of the other. I didn't realise I had my jaw dropped until she spoke and snapped me out of my thoughts.

"You could catch fly's with your mouth like that you know." She stated bluntly and rather coldly.

"Sorry, Hi I'm Brittany. I thought seeing as it was your first day here you might need help to find your way around the school?"

She looked me up and down for what felt like forever. I suddenly became self-conscious thinking there was something on my cheerios' uniform. When she finally spoke it didn't put any ease to how nervous I was feeling around her. "No, I'm not stupid like some people here," She scoffed, eyes roaming up and down me again. "Plus you probably don't give a shit, I bet you are just out to get me and thinking making 'friends' will confuse me before you try 'hurting' me. Well you were wrong." She takes a step closer to me and I hold my breath. "I can see right through you and your little dumb friends."

I was clearly taken back, wide eyes I struggled to form some words but nothing escaped. What is her deal? What could have I possibly said to upset her and make her retaliate in such a way. "Look, I don't know where you got the idea I was going to 'bully' you-"

"Nobody can bully me, it's not physically possible" She laughs.

"Let me finish, that's not who I am. Is it the fact I'm a cheerleader and in the popular crowd, any rumours you hear or have heard is probably not true, trust me I would never start anything with anybody especially the new kid. I never did catch your name?" Giving it another go maybe she would have a change of mind. I don't know what to think of her was she one instantly judge or just a straight up bitch?

"I could really care less. Anyway I'm bored now bye." She walked away before stopping and turning around. "And it's Santana, pleasure." She spat out the last word, smirked then turned rolling her eyes at the same time. Yep she definitely was a straight up bitch. And she got it twisted. I wasn't out to get her, she was out to get me by the looks of it anyway.

I decided to ignore what happened and go to practise, that was always therapeutic despite how hard it was. You always get the rumours about cheerleaders or popular kids being so dumb that they would fail at almost everything, but that's a lot of crap. We are actually very smart, well most of us. Some ever scored the best in some of the top classed like Maths. I've never told anybody but I really want to Dance for a living when I'm older, I'm not really good at anything else and when I dance it's the only way I know how to express myself. If I was to ever admit that out loud people would just laugh. They would say it's ridiculous, unrealistic and nobody will achieve it so I just keep it to myself. I have a lot of secrets I don't want anyone to know, I will be excluded from the gang I'm in and my friends and family will hate me. But I suppose I'm safe if nobody finds out I'm bisexual and I'm having a really hard time dealing with it so if anybody finds out that will just add to the pressure. I'm trying to supress my thoughts about girls because in my family's mind it's sinful just to even have the idea of being with someone of the same Gender. But the less I think about it the less it bothers me.

Practise went pretty fast and we got out earlier than usual, so I and a couple of friends went Back to my dorm. My dorm was every person on campus dream. It was really big, the largest in the school actually, so I could have a double bed and a lot of other things the other people couldn't. Plus I didn't have to share it so I got it all to myself.

"Can I like move in with you, I want your room so bad!" Sugar question but it sounded more like a complaint than anything.

"It would be fun, but I don't think that would be fair on the girls." I said looking toward Quinn and Rachel and they nodded in agreement. "Plus I like it on my own, there is less stress and I can study more."

"Fine, but if there is ever and opening I call dibs."

"No way! That's not fair." The two other girls said in unison.

"Tough luck, I called it." Sugar said rather proud while the other two dipped their heads in frustration.

The whole thing was rather amusing, but nobody was ever sharing a dorm with me. I lied when I said it was for studying, I can do that in the library. It's because I like to dance around the room with the curtains closed and just lose myself in the music.

"Hey have you met that new girl?" I asked.

"No, what new girl?" Quinn and Rachel said at the same time again. Were they telepathically linked or something? I turned to look at Sugar who was narrowing her eyes and screwing her face up at them before commenting on what just happened.

"Seriously were you like separated at birth or are you just trying to weird us out?" She said sarcastically. "And yeah I've met her Britt."

"What do you think of her?"

"She seems cool I guess. Don't know her that well we only talked for about 10 minutes during Spanish but she seems nice."

Well that took me of guard, Sugars kidding right? How could she be a bitch to me when I was trying to be friendly and Sugars probably came out with some judgmental comment and blamed it on her 'Asperger's'. "Nice?" I question still not convinced that what sugar told me was true.

"Yeah nice. And smart, she helped me with my Spanish when I got confusing."

"Really. I thought she was a bit of a bitch, well she was to me anyway."

"Maybe you caught her at a bad time she probably had people bothering her with questions all day." She states as if it's obvious. Yeah that's it maybe she was right, maybe I was the last one to talk to her and she got tired and snapped. I'll leave it couple of days and try again.

End of POV

It was ten minutes before she had to leave for the first party of the year. They always had one on the first night to welcome everyone back and greet new people that had just joined the school. Maybe she could try talking to Santana again. After last the last minute of rushing around she left her dorm locking the door behind her and made her way to the field where she the blaring music was coming from. She opted for a short tight black dress that she knew would catch people's attention.

"Looking good Britt." She heard puck call from behind her and she turned around catching him staring at her butt and gave him a sly smile before walking away to find Sugar and more importantly alcohol.

She spotted Quinn first, she looked sad drinking from her red cup. Where was Rachel? They two are always together, joined at the hip so to speak.

"Hey Quinn." Brittany said cheerily with a large grin.

"Hey." Quinn scoffed. Okay clearly this wasn't the first drink she had because she's past the stage when she's fun and happy and went straight to angry girl drunk. Brittany followed her line of sight and it was focused on Rachel dancing with Finn. Well she was dancing and her looked like he was having some sort of fit.

Words weren't really an option when Quinn is drunk because it can be dangerous if you say the wrong thing. Brittany knows that after she was at the receiving end of Quinn's hand once. So she just sat there in silence hoping Sugar would be along soon and drag her away from the awkward tension she was in right now. And god must have heard her prayers because she comes running up with to red cups and hands one to Brittany which she gratefully accepts.

"Want to go dance?" She asks.

"Yes!" Brittany beams and runs to where everyone is dancing in the middle of the field. Anything to get away from drunk Quinn and it just happens to be dancing which makes the whole thing even better.

Four hours of Dancing and drinking before Brittany decides to call it a night and head back to her dorm. Her feet are killing her and she slips of her heels when she walks through the corridor getting closer to her room where her large warm bed awaits her, before she is stopped in her tracks by a high chirpy voice calling her Name. She turns around and sees Miss Pillsbury quickly making her way towards her.

"Ahh Brittany I was going to talk to you earlier but you weren't in your room."

"Yeah sorry I was out." Trying to act as sober as she could, because she isn't really supposed to drink.

"Anyway what I wanted to tell you is that the school has a new Student and there were no more free dorms at the moment, So until further notice she will be rooming with you. I hope you don't mind. We had to move her stuff into day so she had somewhere to sleep. Anyway off to bed, Goodnight." She says with a smile and walks away from a shocked Brittany.

There was so many things running though her head right now. Why didn't they plan this before and warned her so she had time to prepare that someone is moving in, and that she won't have the freedom anymore that she loves so much. It isn't fair but she can't kick her out because that would be selfish and she would have no where else to go. Anyway it might not even be permanent.

After staring down the corridor at where Miss Pillsbury was standing moments before Brittany kick starts her brain and moves towards her dorm. She fumbles through her bag until she pulls out the key and after a few drunk attempts unlocks the door and steps in. She freezes on the spot as she makes eye contact with the new girl. Her roommate. Santana. Who is smirking back her with narrowed eyes.