Chapter 2 – Horny , hungry and hoping my legs worked.
Notes from the Author : Sup? Well I'm so excited about this story that I'm adding a second chapter despite the fact no one's even really read the first chapter . That's commitment for ya I guess . So anyway , this chapter is a FLASHBACK . Cause I know y'all want to know about this accident that Santana had. Anyway...
BRITTANA IS ENDGAME . That is all. Goodbye.
"Fake tits and baby momma , quit yapping and start lifting" Coach Sylvester yelled at myself and Quinn through the megaphone. I rolled my eyes and got back to practising my lifts . Most Sunday nights I swore to myself I was quitting the Cheerios , but then I was still there at practice every Monday morning pushing myself just that little bit harder. Why would anyone do this? Popularity , that's why. If McKinley high had a pyramid of popularity it would be the science nerds at the bottom , then the mathletes , then those weird cat girls , then the show choir freaks , then the baseball , backetball and lacrosse teams (in that order) , then finally , the Cheerios and the football team . McKinley high royalty . And of course , the Cheerios dated the Football jocks . Unless you were Santana Lopez , I dated fellow Cheerios , the hotter members of Glee Club , the whole of the drama club , at least 8 of the foreign exchange students and well...basically anything that wore a skirt and had a heartbeat . And I was lenient on both of those rules. Yes , I was a raging lesbian and proud of it . No one at McKinley ever judged me for it , they wouldn't dare. The boys oggled me and then attempted to hide their girls from doing the same. The girls envied me then attempted to hook up with me . I had it pretty good here at McKinley . That was until September 13th...the day that Brittany "Please let me love you" Pierce arrived.
The girl was breath-taking and for the first time in my life I not only wanted to fuck her into an oblivion...but I wanted to stay and make breakfast for her the next morning . As much as I tried to shake the feeling away , it just wouldn't happen . She had completely captivated me . Because of this , my vocal chords seemed to seize up and my mind went into overdrive when she was around . So much so that I had never actually spoken to the girl before . Yep , Santana Lopez couldn't talk to a hot girl . You heard it here first ladies and gentleman , I was afraid to talk to a chick.
"Ok you big bunch of "Fat Fighter" before pictures , you have 10 seconds to get into the 4 row pyramid with a star formation centre piece . GO!" Sue bellowed over the megaphone . Damn I wish that thing would break. Or explode...in her face.
As I clambered up onto the third row on the pyramid I felt an unfamiliar weight on top of my shoulder , this didn't feel like Sandy? Sandy was the girl who usually took the top of the pyramid and I had the unpleasant duty of holding the short , tubby girl in place . This weight felt much lighter , and the girl's leg I was now holding wasn't hairy and chubby like Sandy's. It was smooth and toned...wow I could get used to holding whoever this was . As I looked up to see who this smooth legged goddess was , I was met with blue , ocean like eyes . Brittany . I'm holding Brittany.
Good god , is this what dying feels like?
"Hey Santana , I switched with Sandy...if that's ok with you?" she beamed at me from above .
"Hmmphhhfgfdgd" was all I managed to say before I noticed I could see right up the blonde girl's skirt . Hold up? She isn't wearing her Cheerio's spanks? And she isn't wearing any...OH MY GOD SHE ISN'T WEARING ANY UNDERWEAR. Before I knew it , my legs went wobbly and I began to slip from my position . As if in slow motion , I felt myself drift back from the pyramid and hurtle towards the ground at lightening speed . I hit the grass with a hard thud that I'm pretty sure the noise could be heard from 3 towns away. The last thing I heard before I blacked out was Brittany's voice , muffled by the sound of Coach Sylvester's tracksuit clad body running towards me.
The next time I opened my eyes I was staring at an awfully white ceiling. Horny , hungry and hoping that my legs worked.