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Santana left the girl's bathroom with a smile on her face. She turned a corner and began to walk to her first class which was photography. She couldn't help but hum a happy tune as she walked. Some students looked at Santana warily, afraid that she's happy because she ruined someone's day already. Santana turned right and walked into a classroom filled with students with no teacher yet. She made her way to the middle section of the room and spotted Rachel.
"Hey Berry." Santana greeted and plopped herself on the seat next to her.
Rachel looked up from her notebook and flashed a smile. "Santana! I must thank you again about earlier, though it was very unnecessary for you and Noah to spit on them." Rachel frowned and continued on. "Noah got away from David and I can see you got away from Azimio. Next time be careful, okay Santana?"
Santana rolled her eyes over a concerned Rachel. "I'm always careful, Berry."
Rachel Berry, a small town girl with big New York dreams. This girl was an Uptown loser. Her parents are two gay men that are married and are pretty successful in the music business. One of her dads is a famous pianist that travels all over the country preforming his mad skills and her other father is a music composer, who writes music for his husband and is commissioned to compose all kinds of music ranging for high school bands to big time orchestras. Rachel became an Uptown loser not because of her dads, but because of the way she speaks and her dreams of making it big on Broadway. Apparently you're not allowed to dream big and aim high in this school.
Santana met Rachel freshmen year. At first, she and Puck found Rachel to be very annoying, trying to ditch her every time they see her. But when Finn outted Santana, Rachel saw the whole thing so she went after her when she ran to the girl's room to cry. Rachel comforted Santana when Puck couldn't and because of that they became close. Also thanks to Rachel, Puck and Santana made a few more friends.
"Honestly, I'm glad we have a class together." Rachel beamed excitedly. Her nimble fingers tapping together and the balls of her feet were bouncing up and and down from sheer pleasure of just being here. "Photography is rather fun. I absolutely love to capture the moment of the things I love. Don't you agree, Santana?"
"Totally." She replied as she looked out the window.
Santana wasn't being sarcastic to Rachel, oh no. She absolutely loves photography. It was really Rachel who persuaded Santana to join photography class with her instead of having a study hall where she never does homework. Santana was secretly glad she listened. When Santana first showed up with her camera during freshmen year, some of the kids made fun of her. Instead of having the latest canon camera, Santana held in her hands a 1978 canon camera. She was really embarrassed by it, but Rachel smiled and gave Santana an extra camera that she had. After that first class Santana tried giving it back to Rachel but she kept on refusing and insisted that she kept the camera. Santana was confused by this but accepted the kind gift.
Rachel assured Santana that her old vintage camera was pretty awesome. Kids these days don't care about old cameras like Santana does, but Rachel found it to be exciting. So now Santana had two cameras to take care of, one from her mother and the one from her new friend, Rachel.
"Do you think we'll have any big projects?" Rachel hopefully asked..
Santana had a faint smile on her face and shifted her gaze at Rachel. "Yeah obviously. Maybe something for finals and other stuff later on."
"How exciting!" Rachel commented and soon hushed when their teacher walked in.
Her first three periods flew by. During third period Spanish, she noticed that Brittany S. Pierce was in it. Santana stared at the blonde girl and she couldn't help but smirk when she saw Brittany squirm around. Yeah, Brittany knew that Santana was staring at her. Puck was by Santana's side and was glancing at Quinn once in a while when he realized that Santana was busy looking at Brittany.
Fifth period was gym and Santana found out that Brittany shared that class with her as well. After that was sixth period and that meant lunch. All the seniors and juniors had sixth period lunch while the underclassmen had fifth period lunch. Santana was by her locker during passing period. She placed all her books in her locker from her early classes and grabbed her lunch sack, then went to the cafeteria and met up with Mercedes Jones by the doors.
"Hey girl." Mercedes flashed Santana a grin as they walked inside together.
"Sup." Santana replied. She found a table near a window and sat down next to Mercedes.
"You would've never guess what happened yesterday." Mercedes smiled as she pulled out a container full of leftovers from dinner "My daddy got a new job as a trucker!"
Santana's eyes widened and her mouth formed into a smile, "Really? That's great!"
Mercedes Jones was one the first friends that Santana had made. When Santana was younger she had a hard time making friends that were girls. One day Mercedes went up to Santana during recess and demanded to play on the swings with her. Santana was shocked and a bit amused by the demand, but listened non-the less. Basically without Mercedes doing that when they were little, they would probably never have been friends.
Mercedes's family was pretty much Backstreet like Santana, but somehow Mercedes would always snag the in season clothes and people would question it. But Santana knew it was really Kurt giving those clothes to her. Mercedes's dad lost his job five years ago, he use to be a restaurant manger for some hot-shot place near this town called Highland, but the place got shut down. That's why Santana showed genuine interest when Mercedes told her that her dad got the job as a trucker. Mercedes's mom works as a tailor in the upscale part of Lima where she makes a decent amount of money every day.
Mercedes was also currently dating Sam Evans, who's a Backstreet kid and is also the second-string quarterback. Sam's parents lost their jobs last year and are still currently unemployed so the Evans family has been living in a motel this past summer. It really sucked for the Evans, but they were a real positive bunch so it didn't really affect Sam as much as everyone thinks.
"Hey guys!" Kurt squealed in front of them.
The girls looked up from their lunch and saw Kurt approaching them with Rachel, Puck, Sam, and Blaine. Santana and Mercedes both smiled at the group of people and began to start up a conversation. Santana glanced over at Kurt and saw him sympathetically patting Blaine's shoulder.
"What's wrong Anderson?" asked Santana out of curiousity.
Blaine sighed dramatically and answered. "Cooper is asking our parents for money again. I mean I don't get it. He's like already finished with college and he said he'll be independent and all that, but he's still acting like a freeloader."
Blaine Anderson, Uptown loser, whose brother is famous for being in one lousy commercial that Santana forgot what it was for. Blaine is from a nice family that's been loaded ever since America was discovered or something. Santana just knows that they're so rich that his parents don't even need jobs. Blaine's also been dating Kurt for almost a year now. So congratulations to them.
"But you're loaded." Sam said with confusion.
Blaine shrugged. "I mean yeah, but if I were Coop I would have stopped asking for money. I would get a job and stuff."
The rest of the table agreed. During lunch it was nice and peaceful, nothing disrupting their meals. Santana took a bite out of her sandwich and looked over to her right to see the prep's lunch table. Her jaw clenches when she sees Brittany giggling at something Artie was whispering in her ear. He has on a sleazy grin as his hand trails up Brittany's spin. Santana glared at Artie and takes a deep breath.
Artie Abrams wasn't a bad guy, well maybe he is. Sure he's a nerd and somehow lucky to get a girl like Brittany, but Santana didn't like how Artie treated her. Even though Brittany wasn't always bright, it seemed that Artie always treated her like a child, like she's inferior. Santana's friend, Tina Cohen-Chang, dated Artie during freshmen year and Tina admitted that Artie was a good guy, but she confessed that sometimes she felt ignored because Artie would constantly bail on dates just stay home and play Halo. Santana scoffed, who does that to a girl? Besides Halo sucks now, it's all about Call of Duty.
"Yo Lopez." Puck snapped his fingers at Santana's face. "Yo!"
"Huh?"
"Lessgo." Puck said as he got up to throw his trash away, "We got class next yo."
"Oh." Santana muttered. She painfully tore her gaze away from Brittany and looked at Puck. "Right."
School ended without any trouble, which Santana was thankful for. She didn't want to get in any sticky situations on the first day and explain to her parents why. Santana was by her locker and when she closed it she saw Puck, who held up a plastic bag full of spray paint. Santana looked at the bag and suddenly a grin slowly appeared.
"Since we didn't start the day with a bang, why not end it with a freshly painted car." Puck smirked smugly.
Santana laughed and grabbed a couple of spray paint. They quickly dodged the students crowding the entrance, seeing how they were caught up with talking to their group of friends. The two realized that they'll get away with their prank. As the two friends got outside to the student parking lot, they realized that not many kids were outside. Perfect.
"We should spray one side." Santana suggested. "Cause if we do the whole thing someone might see us. If do one side we'll be hiding from other people."
"Nice idea." Puck said as he scanned for a car. He suddenly smirked and nudged Santana. Puck nodded towards the car in front of them and Santana looked. It was Karofsky's car.
"Oh snap." She chuckled. "Alright. Let's go so we could bail fast."
The two scrambled towards the red 2012 Mustang and hid behind it. Santana uncapped the yellow spray paint and drew a huge dick on it while Puck wrote, 'I'm Gay.' Santana then grabbed a few more paint and made a huge rainbow on the windows. Puck snickered and he began to scribble nonsense on the car. Once the two were finished, they stood back up and admired their work.
"Nice." Puck laughed, slapping his hand onto Santana's shoulder. "Now they know not to fuck with us."
"Hell yeah." Santana laughed along. "C'mon, let's go before they see us!"
The duo then ran over to Puck's truck and drove off. Santana unrolled the window and stuck her arm out, feeling the cool breeze. "You gonna be working in the garage tonight?" Santana asked.
Puck shook his head. "Got football practice."
Santana frowned. "Sucks. I guess it'll just be me."
"Do you think you could check up on my baby? Just fix up the tires." He asked hopefully while he patted the side of his car.
Santana scowled. "Why can't you do it yourself?"
"I got practice!" Puck whined childishly. "Plus you owe me for beating Karofsky up last night."
"Whatever." Santana scoffed. Her arms crossed and she propped her feet up on the dashboard. "And I'm assuming you'd need a ride too, huh?"
"Practice ends at eight." He turned his head and grinned.
Santana rolled her eyes. "You're lucky I'm best friends with you."
"We're lesbros man." Puck laughed.
Puck drove off to his house and left his truck with Santana. She waved her friend goodbye and drove the truck to the garage shop, where the men that worked there greeted her. Santana parked the truck inside the garage and went inside where she found her dad looking through files.
"Hey Papi."
Carlos glanced up and smiled. "How's my favorite daughter doing?"
Santana smiled. "I'm your only daughter."
"That's why you're my favorite." He grinned.
Santana shook her head in amusement. "Oh, Puck said his truck is having trouble or something. I gotta check on it."
"Ay, alright." He said and returned to the papers.
Santana smiled and went into her dad's office to grab the extra jumpsuit she keeps in there. Quickly, she changed to her work clothes and went back outside to fix up her friend's truck. Santana quickly finished the first three tires and was finally working on the last one. As Santana fixed the fourth tire, she heard heavy footsteps behind her. She turned around and found her dad's best friend, David Martinez, looking down at her with a bottle of water in hand.
"Hey Lil S." David greeted and helped Santana up.
"Dave!" Santana beamed and hugged the man. David Martinez knew Santana's father since they were in diapers and they stayed best friends after so many years. Not only that he is Mr. Lopez's best friend but also Santana's godfather.
"Fixing Puckerman's truck, huh?" He chuckled and lightly kicked the newly attached tires.
Santana shrugged. "I owe him and I gotta pick him up at eight."
Dave hummed in acknowledgment "How's junior year treatin' you, mija?"
Santana shrugged, "It just started today sooo y'know."
Dave grinned and ruffled up his goddaughter hair. Santana groaned and began to remove the hair out of her face. "Argh. Dave! Not cool."
"You should look at the time, Lil S." Dave smoothly told her. "It's almost eight."
"Oh shit!" Santana's eyes went wide. Time sure flies by fast.
She quickly dropped back down on her knees and finished up tightening the bolts on the tire and wiped her dirty hands on her jumpsuit. She stands back up and unzipped it till it reached her stomach, revealing a gray tank top. Tying the sleeves around her waist she looked over at Dave.
"Alright." Santana said. "Imma head out. Tell Papi I'm going."
"Don't count on it!"
"Asshole!"
"READY? OKAY!" Quinn shouted and clapped.
Santana watched from the sidelines as the cheerleaders that were called the Cheerios do flips and turns and. She couldn't help but be memorized by Brittany as she flipped and twirled in the air to only to be caught by a group of girls. Within minutes the cheerleaders scrambled and soon formed a pyramid with Brittany on the bottom and Quinn on the top.
"I bet you want Pierce to under you in bed." Puck whispered in her ear.
Santana squealed, causing a few heads to turn towards their direction. She glanced over at the field and saw Brittany holding an amused expression. Santana blushed and shoved a laughing Puck.
"EW, oh god, you're all sweaty!" Santana complained and wiped the sweat on her jumpsuit.
Puck grinned. "Well you know, that's what happens when you have football practice."
Santana rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to Brittany, who was now finished with her Cheerios practice. Puck saw this and smirked. He nudged his best friend and told her "What the fuck are you doin' here, Lopez? Go over there and ask her out."
"I did." Santana sighed.
"What happened?"
"Said she doesn't date Backstreets."
Puck raised a brow and exclaimed. "So you're just gonna stop right there?"
Santana hesitated to answer.
"Yo, where the hell is the Lopez I know? The one that won't stop till she gets what she wants and what she wants right now is that Uptown girl!" Puck loudly said. He put his arm around Santana and pointed at Brittany.
"You're right!" Santana said with confidence in her voice. "I'm gonna go there now."
"Go get 'em tiger!" Puck cheered and gave Santana a shove.
Santana walked over to the cheerleaders and ignored the dirty and confused looks by them. She stood behind Brittany who was busy chatting away with Quinn. Quinn noticed Santana first and stared at her until Brittany turned around. Brittany stiffened when she saw Santana standing before her.
"It's you." Brittany acknowledged.
Santana smiled flirtatiously at her and tried to look good, despite still being in her work clothes. "My offer still stands, Miss Pierce."
"Offer?" Quinn repeated in the background.
Brittany had a blank look on her face. "I already told you I'm dating Artie."
Santana snorted rudely. "That guy is a jerk. I, for one, will be able to whisk you away to where ever you would want instead of being dragged like a ragdoll by a half boy, half robot."
"I beg to differ." Brittany scoffed. "Now if you excuse me, I have to pack my stuff and leave."
Brittany walked past Santana but stopped when she felt a hand grabbing her wrist. Brittany turned around and saw Santana smirking at her. Brittany glared coldly at her while Santana had on the expression of cockiness.
"C'mon Miss Pierce." Santana pleaded with a smile. "Just one date."
Before Brittany could respond, she heard her boyfriend's voice calling out her name. Both Santana and Brittany looked down and saw Artie in his football uniform, frowning at Santana. Santana scowled when Brittany's face brightened and sat on her boyfriend's lap. Santana could see the smug look the wheelchair kid's stupid little face as they rolled away.
"Lost your chance."
Santana turned around and found Quinn looking at her with a smirk on her wholesome face. Santana rolled her eyes and exclaimed. "Are you trying to tell me something, Fabray? Cause you know if you mess with this bull you're gonna get the fucking horns."
Quinn didn't seem to be fazed by the threat. She rolled her eyes and walked off to the group of girls that were talking amongst themselves. Santana turned around and saw that Brittany was still on Artie's lap as they were talking with the other football players. A few feet away from them, Puck was there waiting for Santana.
Santana walked over to Puck and mumbled. "Fuckin' crippled pants."
Puck smiled with understandingly and slung his arm around Santana's shoulder. "You got Lopez charm, Santana. Just gotta make a plan. Do you have any ideas?"
Santana looked over to Brittany one last time. "I don't know."
Brittany hopped out of Quinn's car and hugged her books tightly as she and Quinn walk into the school. She giggled when she saw Artie waving at her along with Finn. Quinn barely glanced at Finn. They headed over at Brittany's locker first.
"That was mean Q." Brittany told her while she opened her locker. "Finn waved at you."
Quinn shrugged. "Finn and I haven't been…intimate lately."
Brittany scrunched her nose. "Ew."
Quinn chuckled at the face Brittany made and continued. "I don't know. I feel as if we're drifting apart. He's been talking about football lately and he's been acting stupider. He's also been distant."
Brittany nodded understandingly. As she grabbed a certain book, she noticed a photo with a note. Her brows furrowed in confusion and grabbed it. She read the sticky note first.
5 things that I love about you
Brittany looked at the picture and found a picture of herself smiling. She wasn't looking directly at the camera so she knows that someone must have taken it without her permission. She then flipped the picture over and saw more writing.
First Reason: Your smile.
Each time you smile, I have the urge to make everyone look away so I can have that beautiful smile all to myself
"What's that, B?"
Brittany turned around and showed the note and picture to Quinn. Quinn smiled and said, "That must be from Artie!"
"You think?" Brittany gushed.
"Totally!" Quinn squealed. "Mike told me that Artie just bought a new camera."
"Aww." Brittany cooed. "He's the best."
"I guess you'll be expecting more pictures from lover boy, huh?" Quinn teased and led Brittany over to her locker.
Brittany bit her lip and fondly look at the note. "I guess so."
"LEZPEZ!" Karofsky shouted from afar. "SUCKERMAN!"
Brittany and Quinn turned around and saw Karofsky and a few other football players walking over to Puck's locker. Quinn shook her head and tsk'd. "Of course they were the ones."
"Huh?"
"Yesterday Karofsky's car got vandalized." Quinn informed her. "So I guess Karofsky is getting payback."
Brittany pouted at Santana and Puck's misfortune. They watched the football players corner them, exchanging words before they shove Santana and Puck down to the ground. Karofsky's laughter fills the halls and leads the gang of gorillas away from the Backstreets.
"SEE YOU AFTER SCHOOL BY THE DUMPSTERS!" One of the football players shouted before disappearing in the hall.
"Do you wanna watch the fight?" Quinn asked while she looked over at Brittany.
Brittany shook her head. "Stop the violence."
Quinn smiled softly. "I have to get to class. You know where you're class is, B? I know how you forget sometimes."
"I'm good, Quinn. Thanks for the offer though." Brittany smiled back. Quinn nodded goodbye and began to walk to her class. Brittany then turned back to Santana and Puck. She noticed that Puck was now missing and that Santana was now staring back at her. Brittany gulped a little and glared at her. Santana only smirked back.
Brittany turned away and was about to walk to her class when she realized that she forgot where her class was. She huffed in annoyance and was about to look for Quinn, but froze when she saw Santana approaching her.
"Miss Pierce." Santana greeted with a small smile.
Brittany crossed her arms. "Why are you being formal?"
Santana sneered. "Would you prefer Uptown girl?"
"Not really." Brittany honestly told her.
Santana smirked and Brittany couldn't help but feel her cheeks heat up. Brittany admits that Santana is quite good looking and she would never say this out loud, but if Brittany didn't have Artie, she would probably, maybe say yes to the date offer, but Brittany knows Santana's game. She knows how many girls Santana has slept with, she knows the reputation that girl has.
"What's that you're holding?" Santana asked, snapping Brittany out of her thoughts.
Brittany looked at her hand and found that she's still holding the picture. Brittany subconsciously smiled. "Artie took this picture of me and wrote this sweet little note."
Santana pursed her lips together and Brittany can see the disappointed look in the girl's eyes. Brittany couldn't help but smirk at her silence.
"Shocked that Artie would do this for me?" Brittany taunted.
Santana looked at Brittany with a blank look and said with slight smile, "Just a bit, since the nerd always spend more time with his video games than with his girlfriend."
Brittany's smug look turned into a frown. The truth hurts. "Whatever."
Suddenly the bell rang and Brittany muttered a curse word. Santana raised a brow and asked. "Something wrong, Miss Pierce?"
"I…I" Brittany wasn't sure if she should tell Santana. She might make fun of her. Brittany looked at Santana and saw true curiosity in her dark eyes. Brittany sighed in defeat. She really needs help. "I know it sounds…stupid." She winced at the word. "But I kind of forgot where my first period class is."
Brittany closed her eyes, expecting a laugh from her but it never came. Brittany slowly opened her eyes and saw Santana staring at her. She relaxed when Santana asked what her first class was and what teacher she has it with.
"Um, I have Geography with Mr. Stalin."
Santana thought for a moment. "Oh. I know where that is. Follow me."
Brittany watched as Santana held her arm out, expecting her to loop her arm through Santana's bent arm as if she was to be escorted to a ball. Brittany gave a 'Really?' look at her. Santana chuckled and held up her hands in defense.
"I was just trying to give the Uptown girl special treatment. No need to hate." Santana told her and began to lead Brittany through the empty halls.
"How come you're acting like this?" Brittany asked while she looked at Santana.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean…You've never acted like this towards me before, Santana." Brittany observed. "I've known you since like sixth grade and you haven't really acknowledged me till now."
Santana looked over at Brittany with an amused expression. "So you do know my name."
"I never said I didn't know it." Brittany huffed.
Santana smiled and shrugged. "You never said my name till now."
"True."
Santana suddenly stopped causing Brittany to run into her. Santana rolled her eyes and pointed at the door. "Here we are, Miss Pierce. If you need anything else, your Backstreet will always be at your service."
Brittany silently watched the girl walk away from her.
A/N: UPTOWN GIRLLL~
SHE'S BEEN LIVING IN HER UPTOWN WORLD!
I BET SHE NEVER HAD A BACKSTREET GU-GIRL!
So yeah. Tell me what you think, yeah?