I know all of you guys skip over the author's note in the beginning (it's cool, I do it too!) so I did that little sketch in the beginning to get your attention.
So first I'd like to start off Chapter Two by saying thank you so much for your reviews guys! As soon as I saw the little notifications in my email account my face pretty much split in two I was smiling so big! So, for the readers who apparently enjoy my work, I'm going to keep going with this.
And I'd like to give out a brief shout out to all the gay/les/trans/bi supporters out there! Your support and acceptance means a lot to people out there whether you know it or not.
Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me and neither do the "for Dummies" series, but this story does.
InternationAnnoyance
Chapter Two
New Beginning Starts with Singing
Brittany looked all of her readers straight in the eye and said, "Stop reading right now and look at the author's note above."
Now on to the real story.
Brittany Pierce strut her way down a semi-crowded hall of McKinley High, letting her short red skirt swish around her caramel colored thighs. In one short day she'd transformed herself from the new hot blonde to the new hot cheerio blonde.
Cheerio. The word meant nothing but breakfast to anyone outside of McKinley High's community, but to anyone who was anyone being a Cheerio was like being a celebrity. It was like playing God in their own little high school world. They made the rules and broke them just as easily. They were the most desirable girls in the whole damn school and all the guys wanted them. No exceptions (except Kurt ;)).
A beefy arm stretched out in front of her to lean assertively against a metal locker, successfully blocking her way down the locker-lined hallway.
"Hey, name's Karofsky. Dave Karofsky," the beefy arm was grossly complimented by an overconfident drawl and perverted grin, "And you're pretty hot."
"And you're really not. Off, beast. She's with me." A confident voice commanded.
Santana pushed herself into the conversation easily and grabbed at the bemused blonde's wrist before carting her off to class with her, leaving a confused letterman jock alone.
"I'm with you?" She let herself be pulled along through a crowd of gawking teens. Brittany knew Santana would never admit the suggestive implication in her words to Karofsky.
She was getting to be good at reading Santana, finding herself right again.
"Cheerios stick together. We may be bitching at each other all the time, but we bitch even more to keep our rep up. That's all. Got it?" It sounded more like a command than a question, but she let it go and just sent a smirk to the Hispanic girl pulling her.
"Denial." She said with a straight face, even though it was obvious to both girls how close she was to cracking a grin. Less than a second later she and Santana were grinning like Lord Tubbington after a good smoke and letting out a stream of giggles like Jew-fro with a porno and his friend, Righty.
"Come on blondie, let's get to class." Santana mumbled out through her laughs.
The rest of the day went pretty smoothly despite the increasing number of creepy, beef heads trying to ask her out and cop a feel before being threatened by her angry Latina friend. She didn't really care how often they hit on her; she still wasn't going to say yes. She was practically the Queen of Queer and damn proud of it, but she wasn't ready to admit it yet. Not until she knew someone else felt the same.
"Earth to ditz, let's go. The bell rang like two minutes ago." Santana grumbled pulling her by her long, lithe fingers through the metal archway of their classroom door.
She just smiled and basked in the feeling of practically holding hands with the other girl. Ever since yesterday and officially announcing themselves friends they'd been inseparable and the news of their friendship spread like wildfire.
But all good things must come to an end, she realized as she was gently seated across from Santana at a Cheerio/Jock table. Karofsky was down on the opposite end up the table avoiding all eye contact with Santana, still scared shitless from their previous encounter. Unfortunately, not all people were scared off.
Masculine, well-tanned arms settled on both sides of Brittany's shoulders facing palm down on the plastic grey lunch room table. A firm voice in her ear said, "Puckasaurus at your bed service." Santana just rolled her eyes, watching another guy try to hit on her new Cheerio friend.
"More like bad service." Brittany didn't miss a beat, keeping her eyes dead set on Santana who was smirking victoriously at the exchange.
"Damn, Santana. Already infected her with your bitch virus STDs?"
"Please Puckerman, the only sickness I see around here is your contagious dumbass idiocy." Santana hissed out.
"Touch talk for the girl I was dominating just last week." He retorted.
Brittany watched her grimace and felt the need to defend Santana just like she'd done for her with Karofsky and ever other lecherous guy in school.
"Tough talk for a guy with pudding in his face." Brittany said, well aware of the weird looks she was getting from both Santana and Puck. She ignored them, wrapping her skinny, pink digits around Santana's vanilla pudding cup.
"What?" Puck stared at her like she was crazy until a giant glob of pudding rained down and slapped him in the face before he could use his football skills to dodge it.
Oh shit.
The cafeteria was silent and no one dared to make neither sound nor movement until a drip of the dessert slowly trailed down his face and fell to the linoleum ground, followed by everyone's jaws. Including Brittany's.
Her small, hesitant fingers were still curled loosely around the unopened cup of pudding as she stared wide-eyed at the short, fuming boy standing boldly behind a shocked Santana. She didn't dare make a move to see the jock's facial expression, but based on Santana's reaction, it must be pretty damn hilarious.
"That's for doing it with my Mom you jackass!" He cried out in hysterics, pudding still clinging to his hand like evidence to a crime scene.
"I can see the future? I must be like some closeted superhero." Brittany murmured to herself in a daze.
And then all hell broke loose.
"Get down!" Santana yelled at her, pulling Brittany down with her underneath the table.
Globs of mystery meat, and mashed up vegetables flew at the table from all sides to slap seniors, juniors, sophomores, and freshman into a food-induced fury. Stray peas and carrots slid under their table as the girls crawled their way across the battlefield of cafeteria mush, hoping to make it to the large double doors before getting caught in the crossfire. Freedom was only one quick dash away.
"San, I think we should wait it out. We might get wailed on." Brittany yelled out above the battle cries of a group of nearby sophomores.
"We can make it." Santana replied, taking note of Brittany's new nickname for her. She didn't comment on it, not sure whether she liked it or not, only knowing that it gave her nervous knots in her stomach.
Santana pulled her by the forearm and took five big strides, feeling a wave of victory and relief rush over her like a tidal wave as she felt the cool metal handle under her palm. And then that wave of relief got its ass kicked by a bowl of mystery meat.
Santana vaguely recognized a sharp gasp behind her as Brittany's voice. Brittany pushed them both out of the metal hinged door and into an empty hallway. She took a moment to assess the damage and spun Santana around to check for any major blows to her pride. Santana kept her eyes shut, hoping it was all some nightmarish scene. But it wasn't, she realized as she felt a chunk of something trickle down her cheek.
Her tension eased a little when soft hands brushed the substance from her eyelids and lip line. A good-natured giggle tickled her ears and gave her the guts to slowly open her eyes. She saw a softly smiling Brittany, her hands covered in globby, gunky mystery meat. Any other girl would be horrified at this point, trying hard to shake the food off their hands. But here was her blonde companion, laughing out selflessly and getting her hands dirty willingly.
Santana just watched her work her magic, brushing the blobs of food from her flawless complexion. She eyed the other girl's cheery smile, well-aware of her own smile reaching her eyes and crinkling at the corners. Santana brought her hands up to her face, rubbing away the last bits of meaty nastiness from her cheeks and swiping it fast across the other girls face to mark a thick, blotchy line down the blonde's nose.
Brittany mouthed a small 'O' before grinning childishly and rubbing slashes of kitty whiskers above the Latina girl's cheeky smile. She stuck her tongue out playfully, initiating a small challenge with her twinkling blue eyes.
"Oh no you didn't." Santana laughed out, the same quirky grin from yesterday gracing her face.
"Whatcha gonna do about it, Lopez?" Brittany skipped backwards out of arms distance, taunting her in a sing-song voice.
"I'm about to go all Lima Heights on your ass, Pierce." She bantered back grinning and dipping her fingers in the disgusting, pasty gunk.
The thought that she was acting completely unlike her bitchy self was lost as she felt her face getting sore from smiling so big.
Santana lunged forward, backing Brittany up against a corner wall and smushing her food covered hands into the blonde's shocked face. The cornered blonde just laughed out and rubbed a giant mess of the stuff over Santana's face to match her previously shocked expression.
They waited for their laughs to die down to quiet giggles, the rage of an epic food fight battle still crashing behind cafeteria doors. Santana let out another stream of un-Satan like giggles before pushing her clean forehead against Brittany's food free brow line.
"You sure are something, Britt."
"You know how I do." She replied, a grin still plastered to her pretty face.
"Come on, smartass. Let's go get this shit off." Santana pulled away slowly, much to Brittany's hidden dismay.
Santana stood in the middle of the hall, holding her pinky out to her. Brittany smiled at her lazily before slipping her own pinky into hers as they made their way slowly to the girl's bathroom. They sloshed water on their faces, thoroughly enjoying the clean feeling of their clear, meat free faces.
Frantic footsteps led up to the bathroom they were currently occupying to reveal Rachel Berry coated in pudding, jello, and much to their amusement, more mystery meat. The food clad girl stood before the two Cheerios before recognizing Brittany as her newest Glee applicant.
"Brittany," Rachel nodded in her direction, trying and failing to salvage her dwindling pride by acting nonchalant about the situation, "I'm simply ecstatic to hear your performance for the Glee tryout this afternoon." She ended with a smile at Santana's outraged expression.
"Britt, you can't be serious. Glee club is social suicide and you just got up to Cheerio status. Tell me you're bullshitting." To say Santana was flipping out was an understatement.
"Sorry San, I didn't know. But it sounds kind of fun, I'm doing this whether you like it or not. You could come with?"
"Yes, Santana it would be wonderful to have you try out! Not that you would make it of course, but it's always nice to see someone try." Rachel added in her two cents.
"Oh that's fucking it; I'm trying out just to show your sorry ass up." Santana growled out, tempted to lash out with her razor blades.
Rachel ran out the door, obviously intimidated by the aggressive Latina girl.
Brittany could only smile, satisfied with today's result and anxiously awaiting her Glee debut. She didn't notice Santana glancing at her from the corner of her eye, pleased she'd brought another big smile to the other girl's face. Then a thought crossed her mind, Sue was going to kill them. The cheerleading coach hated Glee with her very being and would do anything to rip them apart.
Santana grabbed Brittany, pinkies linked and made her way to Sue's office hoping to give it a 180 and get them both off the hook. She tentatively knocked on the wooden doors, branded with the holy name of Sue Sylvester.
"What do you want, trash? Get your useless life forms in here." Sue's voice commanded.
Santana pulled the other girl in to stand before the blonde bobbed coach. She released the other girls hand as quickly as possible, hoping not to give Sue anymore reason to sneer at them. "Coach Sylvester, Brittany and I have a proposition." Santana kept her eyes confident and surefire, hoping it was enough to convince both Coach Sylvester and herself.
"Well? Spit it out border crosser before I have to check you for a green card." (I hope you guys know what a green card is) Sue let the racial slurs pour out of her mouth vulgarly.
Santana brushed it off easily, used to her coach's behavior at this point. "Brittany wants to be useful to the team," She took a brief glance at Brittany to see her go along with it easily and nod her head briefly, "And she knows how much you hate Glee club, and wants to help you bring it down."
"I see. Not bad, Penis." Sue half complimented.
"It's Pierce."
"I don't care."
Brittany just looked down at her feet and shuffled in place. Santana took it as permission to go on, "So we've signed up for Glee tryouts in hopes to infiltrate Glee and destroy it from the inside out."
"I'm impressed by your dastardly, selfish thinking Santana. You have my permission to attend the tryouts, bring Fabray with you. Now get out of my sight, you future prostitutes."
Brittany and Santana wasted no time exited the room and letting go the breaths they'd been holding. The taller of the two smiled brightly at Santana and jumped up and down excitedly.
"San! This is great! We're really going to be in Glee!" Brittany squealed out, wrapping Santana in a constricting hug. Santana could feel that quirky, awkward smile again and just returned the hug hesitantly. Now she just had to convince Quinn.
The day rolled on slowly until their last period class. Santana strolled down the hallway, racking the scene for the familiar head of their school's top bitch. She spotted said girl flirting it up with an awkward hulk named Finn.
Perfect.
Santana formulated a quick plan in her head spotting Rachel pull Finn away for Glee practice and made her way to her head cheerleader teammate. "Quinn, we need to talk."
"What do you want, Satan?" Quinn growled out with a cruel sneer. Santana just smirked at her equally cruelly, loving how her reputation preceded her. She was the school's badass and she loved it and how much power it came with.
"Berry's trying to steal your freakish Finn in that stupid Glee club and Brittany and I got permission from Sylvester to tryout and tear it up. You in?" She practically commanded in a growling tone.
Quinn just stared at her like she'd just grown a second head. "What the hell are you smoking, Santana. You never help me or anyone else."
Except Brittany.
Santana remembered why she was doing this in the first place and doubled her attempts to convince the girl, "I'm not doing this to help you, Fabray. You know how much I'd like to take you down as head cheerleader, but I'm doing this because Sylvester wants us too. You really want to go against her orders? Or should I stop by her office right now and tell her. I'd love to stand on the top of that pyramid." Santana smirked smugly, knowing the thought of losing head cheerleader position would irk Quinn to no end.
"Fine. I'm in, let's go." Quinn glared and strut her way to the Glee room, leaving Santana to her own thoughts of her crazy, happy new Cheerio friend.
Just then a well-toned feminine arm linked with hers and pulled her towards the Glee room.
"I heard it all, San. This is great! Thanks so much," Brittany spun around and wrapped her arms around the Latina girls shoulders and held her close, "Let's get going, I can't wait to show off my skills." She grinned and pulled Santana with her through the door to the Glee meeting point.
"Rachel, who are all these people?" A tall man, obviously a teacher, stood in the center of the room.
"Mr. Schuester, these are our auditions." Rachel beamed proudly at him.
"Everyone makes the Glee club. No one tries out, they just sign up. You know that, Rachel." Mr. Schuester said.
"That's fine, we'll try out anyway. Just to show you, we've got what it takes." Quinn said smugly.
Mr. Schuester just nodded and motioned to the floor, "Alright, take it away, Quinn."
"Gladly." Quinn took the floor and performed her number with ease, thoroughly enjoying the jealous look on Rachel's face and the head-over-heels look in Finn's.
Quick A/N: I didn't feel like writing out all of Quinn's song, but here's Brittany and Santana's duet of "Moves like Jagger" by Maroon Five ft. Christina Aguilera. It's amazing! And I think perfect for Brittany, I wish she'd sing it on Glee! I know some people don't like it when people write out all the lyrics, so I only did the beginning (Brittany), Santana's part, and the chorus. Lyrics will be in italics!
Will clapped, "That was great! You're definitely in, alright Brittany and Santana can take the stage now."
Brittany led Santana up by her pinky. Santana looked confident but Brittany could see the resolve in her eyes crumbling.
"Hey, it'll be alright. Just follow my lead, I know you know the song. I heard you singing it earlier in first period." Brittany reassured in a hushed tone.
"Yeah, I got this."
Brittany waited for mellow whistling of her chosen song fill up the attentive room and popped her hips to the beat.
"Just shoot for the stars
If it feels right.
Then aim for my heart
If you feel like.
Can take me away and make it OK
I swear I'll behave."
Brittany let her voice ring out, and eyed Santana confidently. She popped her chest every time the beat called for it and danced her way around the room with Santana following easily. Their voices melting together gorgeously in the chorus.
"And it goes like this."
"Take me by the tongue All the moves like Jagger.
And I'll know you.
Kiss me 'til you're drunk
And I'll show you.
I've got the moves like Jagger.
I've got the moves like Jagger."
Brittany put all she knew about dancing into the song, feeling all the gawks and impressed looks channeled towards her. Brittany beckoned to Santana with a 'come hither' finger curl and danced with her like no tomorrow, their movements moving smoothly together, busting their hips and stepping wherever felt right.
Santana heard her solo coming up and took a deep breath, pouring all her emotion into it.
"You want to know how to make me smile. So watch and learn, "And it goes like this."
Take control, own me just for the night.
But if I share my secret,
You're gonna have to keep it.
Nobody else can see this.
I won't show you twice.
Head to toe, ooh baby, roll me right.
But if I share my secret,
You're gonna have to keep it.
Nobody else can see this."
Santana snapped her head back to Brittany with a huge grin and sang her chorus out loud with her, loving the sound of their voices crashing against the walls. But the song ended far too early in her opinion, as she registered the sounds of thrilled clapping.
Brittany just smiled and linked her pinky with the other girl's, and picked her seat in the back row beside Quinn. Santana, still basking in the afterglow of their amazing duet, leaned gently against Brittany's side and let out another giggle. "That was amazing." She said quietly.
"We sound like a couple after sex," Brittany laughed, "but yeah, it was pretty amazing. The singing I mean."
"That was great! Rachel, we can't thank you enough for these amazing additions to our group. Great work!" Mr. Schuester commented proudly. Rachel just huffed and sat back in her chair, no doubt upset at the sudden rise of competition.
The rest of Glee continued, discussing a lesson about something that neither Brittany nor Santana really cared about. But time flew by for the two of them and they were out the door and heading to their designated cars in no time, pinkies still linked.
"Catch you later, San." Brittany smiled and pulled the other girl into a tight hug, rocking back and forth on her heels.
"Yeah, can't wait." She replied honestly with a smile and pulled away a bit reluctantly. She plopped down into her driver's seat and revved up the engine, watching Brittany walk away to her own car and speed off and out of the parking lot.
Santana threw her head back and laughed to no one, "God, my life fucking rocks."
Now read the author's note below.
So! There's Chapter Two, hope you guys liked it! I actually enjoyed writing this chapter no matter how much my cramping hand didn't. I'd also like to add in that I'd LOVE some suggestions because I'll be out for a week to some high-rep soccer camp like 10 hours away and won't be writing for awhile. REVIEW! Suggestions for plots, Sue's new insults, couple pairings and anything else would be appreciated.
Remember: Suggestions, Suggestions, Suggestions.
Be safe! Love you guys!
InternationalAnnoyance