Hey everyone! Love the response to the first chapter so I'm going to keep going with the story and see where it takes me. I only have like 5 or 6 chapters planned in my head so if you have any ideas of where you think this should go let me know and I'll see if I can incorporate them. This whole updating everyday thing most likely won't happen that many times, but I will definitely do my best!

Still don't own any of the characters, they belong to FOX and Ryan Murphy. Enjoy!

"Hey can you show me where my next class is? I have history." Brittany asks me as the bells rings and we all rush out of Spanish.

Crap. I thought I could get out of here before she remembered that. "Yeah sure, your class is actually right next to mine. But I usually meet Quinn by my locker. Have you met her?"

"Oh you mean the really pretty blonde girl that was all over Rachel this morning? I think she may have said hi to me."

"Sorry about that. Quinn is a bit of a flirt when she's interested in someone." Good, word vomit. That's exactly what I need. "And wow, I really should not have told you that. Please ignore that I just said that or Quinn will kill me."

"No problem, I would never say anything. My guess is that Quinn isn't out yet? Rach was the same way out our old school. So no worries, the two of us can keep a secret."

"Wow so Rachel is gay? Quinn will be very happy about that."

"Quinn will be happy about what?" Quinn asks me as she walks up to Brittany and I at my locker.

"I'm sure you've already figured it out, which is why you practically just skipped up to my locker." I say with a knowing smirk that Quinn always hates.

"Wipe that grin off your face Lopez, I have no idea what you're referring to. I just had a good morning. I got an A on my biology test!"

"Oh you mean she's usually not this perky? Could have sworn you were like a cheerleader or something with all the happiness spewing from you right now." Brittany chimes in causing both her and me to laugh while earning a glare from Quinn.

"No making fun of me until I've known you for at least 24 hours, new girl. Also, calling me a cheerleader, highly insulting."

"Yeah I'm sure your biology test is the reason for your plastered on smile and extra perkiness this morning and it has nothing to do with a certain new girl at school today."

"What are you implying?"

"Nothing, nothing. But a new blonde girl may have mentioned that her friend swings the same way you do."

"Santana! You told her about me?"

"No genius. I didn't have to tell her. You need to be a bit more subtle in your flirting if you don't want everyone in the school to know. And what's the difference; obviously she can keep a secret."

"Well, whatever. It was just flirting, it could have been innocent. Can we just go to class now?" She says as she storms off towards class. I swear sometimes she's more dramatic than Kurt.

"We should probably follow her. But sorry about that, she can be a bit ridiculous at times. She just gets weird when anything about her 'secret' comes up. She really doesn't want people to know, but she kind of sucks at keeping it whenever there is a hot girl around."

"Well in that case, I'm insulted that she didn't flirt with me. I find myself very hot." She chuckled.

She is so cute when she laughs. Why am I saying that? Since when is anyone cute? "Don't take it personally, she doesn't try to flirt with me either and I know I'm hot."

"Well obviously, but hey this is my classroom. So I'll see you after class? Still don't know where any of my other classes are…"

"Sure, I'll meet you right outside your class after the bell rings." I say as I walk into my classroom.

It takes me until I sit down that I realize she just called me hot. What the hell. I've known this girl for all of an hour and she just called me hot. And now I'm blushing. Great. What the hell is up with me today.

"Lopez, what's with the blushing?" Quinn says as she takes the seat next to me.

Shit. Why does Quinn have to be so damn perceptive. "It's nothing." She gave me the famous Quinn Fabray eye brow raise, telling me she doesn't believe what I'm saying. "I'm serious Quinn. Just drop it." I bite.

"Fine. No need to be a bitch. But whatever you're getting all testy about, I'm here for you when you want to talk, because I know when you have something going on."

"Whatever Fabray. I don't know what you're talking about." Moving on now before she asks any more questions. "How was your morning with Rachel?" I ask even though I know the answer already due to the instant blush on her cheeks.

"Oh shut up. I'm still mad at you for saying anything to Brittany. You know how I get about this."

"I swear she said something first! But come on tell me about her. It's obvious you wants on that."

"Shut up Santana. I'm serious."

"Holy shit. You actually like this girl! No way, someone is actually going to get past a first date with you? Never thought I'd see the day."

"You know you can be a real bitch sometimes."

"Oh whatever, you know I'm just messing with you. But for real, did you at least ask her out or something? Brit said you were flirting."

"No I fricking got nervous! Me, Quinn fucking Fabray. I don't do nervous. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me today. You should have heard me. I was stuttering over my words and was flirting like I was Finn or something. It was embarrassing."

"Wow Quinn. That's pretty intense. What's up with you? You're usually a pro at this kind of stuff. Step up your game Fabray."

"I know, I know. It's just this girl. You know when you meet someone and like when you make eye contact with them your stomach just drops and you don't want to look away? It's like the awesome, but horrible butterfly feeling that you get on a rollercoaster. This has never happened to me before, but with Rachel it was just like instant click. It's scaring the fucking shit out of me!"

Ignoring the fact that she just described my exact reaction when I met Brittany. Which is becoming increasingly impossible because my cheeks are getting red just thinking about the first time I made eye contact with her. And now my stomach is getting all weird again. Excellent.

"Yeah, I know exactly how you feel. But you just have to be you and turn on the Fabray charm. Trust me, it won't fail."

"I invited her and Brittany to sit with us at lunch so I'll try to redeem myself then. But wait, did you just say you know how it feels? Since when, whose giving you butterflies?"

Shit, I should've known she would call me out on that. I have got to be more careful about what I say around this girl. "No one, it's just a figure of speech. Just trying to make your sorry ass feel better." And again she's giving me that stupid eyebrow raise. "What is with you today? Why don't you believe anything I'm saying? You know I don't do butterflies."

"Oh bullshit. You're just trying to be a hard ass. We all know you're just a teddy bear as long as you're not trying to 'go all lima heights' on someone."

"You're a bitch 'cuz you know I'm not afraid to kick someone's ass when necessary."

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Now just tell me who it is."

"I told you, I was just trying to me nice. See, this is why I'm not nice more often, all it does is get me harassed."

"I know you're lying to me right now. Oh my god, is this why you were blushing when you sat down before? There is totally a new guy. You need to tell me who it is like right now."

"Quinn, I swear on our friendship that there is no new guy that's making me blush. You're making this all up in your head. Now can you shut up so I can pay attention? Not all of us can be smart without trying." I say as I turn towards the front of the classroom with no intention of answering anything else she has to say.

"Whatever. Like I said before, you know I'm here for you if you need to talk."

[After Class]

"Hey Britt! How was history? Heard that class is like super boring." I say greeting Brittany as soon as she walks out of the classroom. I got out a little early because I told my teacher I had to help a new student, which earned me a weird look from everyone in the class, including Quinn. I think they were all in shock I would actually help someone.

"Hey San. Class was okay, I usually just sleep through history anyways; it's never been my favorite subject."

"Yeah, me either. You're next class is actually like on the other side of the school from me, but I just have study hall so it won't even matter. And I think English is probably my favorite. How about you?"

"I always like gym. I love sports so gym is like the only class that I can manage to stay awake during."

"Can't argue with that. Totally could've guessed you're an athlete though. What sports do you play?"

"I run track and play lacrosse, but soccer has to be my favorite. My old school wasn't very good at either, it's one of the reasons Rach and I transferred here. You guys are really good at soccer."

"No way, really? Quinn is going to love you. She plays all the same sports as you do. And duh, our school is the best at soccer. Quinn and I will take complete credit for that."

"You play soccer? What else do you play?

"Hell yeah I play soccer. Starting left midfield. But I also play softball in the spring and Quinn is making me run track with her this winter, but don't even get me started about that because I do not want to do it."

"Come on, it's not that bad. Rachel and I are probably going to join the winter track team too, as soon as we can talk the coach into letting us join late."

"The track coach is pretty chill, I'm sure he won't mind you guys joining late. Practices just started over break anyways. But if you plan on trying out for soccer, don't even show up to the first day late! Coach Sue is insane. She'll rip you're head off before even learning your name."

"Damn. Can't wait for tryouts then. But hey, whatever she's doing is working. You guys are crazy good. I was at the state championship like two weeks ago and it wasn't even a contest, you guys completely destroyed the other team."

"As crazy as Sue is, there is a method to her madness. She always kicks our asses during practice so the game is nothing for us, at least in conditioning. It's fun though; the girls on the team are all great. Plus Quinn is guaranteed a captain spot next year so you'll have no problem."

"Well that's good for me I guess."

I just nod as we fall into a comfortable silence as we finish walking to class. Our hands keep brushing against each other and every time, it sends the chills through my entire body.

"How could you tell I was an athlete?" She's says shocking me out of my staring.

Do I answer this honestly or not? Oh what the hell. "Hello, you have like a killer body. If you weren't an athlete, you would have to be like a gym addict or something." I answer, causing her to blush a little. Come on, that was a totally normal answer, nothing to blush about. I could've have said that in a much flirtier way.

"Well thanks, and actually I am sort of a gym addict. My old team didn't do a whole lot of conditioning so Rachel and I kind of took it upon ourselves to go to the gym after practice all the time. I know, it's crazy, but if the rest of the team wasn't going to be good, we wanted to be."

"No that's definitely not crazy at all; I would do the same thing, but hey this is your classroom." I say pointing to a room right behind her. "I'll see you at lunch I guess. Quinn told me she invited you and Rachel to sit with us."

"Yeah, we'll definitely be there. See you then!"

Great now I have to walk all the back to study hall. I hate study hall anyways. Way too much time to over think everything. During soccer season I would usually just come up with plays or go out to the field and kick the ball around, but now it's too cold to do that. Now I'm going to spend the whole period concentrating on the fact that I still feel like I'm going to throw up and the stupid bad feeling that I still have. As long as I don't concentrate on Brittany all period I think I'll be good. Shit! Why did I just say that, now I know that's all I'm going to think about.

Awesome, this period is going to fucking suck. I can't wait until lunch.

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