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This part contains very slight course language and a few phrases which are offensive and are in no way my opinion.
I tried to get Puck's part finished and posted before this one but I'm only half way through his chapter at best so I figured I'd post Santana's first.
When Santana Lopez was six years old, she fell in love. Of course at the time she had no idea that was what she was feeling, all she knew was that Brittany Pierce was the prettiest girl she'd ever seen and she desperately wanted to become her friend.
And they were friends for a while, best friends even, the kind that braided each other's hair and walked happily together side by side with their pinkies linked and Santana felt like she was living in the land of rainbows and lollipops and nothing could ever tear them apart.
Turns out she was wrong.
Quinn Fabray comes along and ruins everything with her sharp tongue and her repressed Anglo Christian views telling everyone at Brittany's 13th birthday party that she caught Santana staring at the blonde hostess like she wanted to eat her.
She calls her a dyke and a stupid spic bitch and Santana's almost ninety percent sure the blonde girl picked up the words from her right wing father.
The words didn't bother the Latina who'd heard them said often enough that they'd lost their impact, but Brittany, who had stood at Quinn's side and laughed along with the girl as she spouted off her anti – everything hate vomit, doing nothing to defend her had broken her in a way Quinn Fabray could only hope to.
So she ran. She ran until her feet grew numb and her mind grew clear, until she found herself slumping into a swing in one of the parks near her neighbourhood.
She met Rachel Berry that very same day.
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Rachel and her aren't the type of friends that braid each other's hair and while they'll throw an arm around each other as they stalk the halls of McKinley High, they both lack the kind of innocence to wrap their pinkies together in solidarity.
But Santana knows that Rachel has her back without question and Rachel knows that Santana's by her side just the same and there's something to be said for that kind of loyalty.
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The thing about sexuality is, is that it's fluid, you like who you like, sleep with who you want to sleep with and that's all there is to it, when you put a label on it, or feelings become involved things get complicated.
And if there's one thing Santana hates even more than self-righteous blondes on power trips its complications.
So when Rachel drags her into glee club and she locks eyes with the schools star quarterback, who looks at her with eyes so naïve and untainted she loses her breath for a second, she knows shit is about to get complicated.
Especially when the star quarterback just happens to be the latest plaything of the cheer squad's newest captain.
And the cheer squad's newest captain just happens to be Quinn Fabray.
