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Adriana and I walked to our history class. History was in the back building. Our school was pretty big. There were five large buildings. The front building held the main entrance and the reception while the east wing was where all the science classrooms were. It was quite huge but it had to be as we got to conduct a lot of experiments for science. Last week, we generated electricity out of lemons, which was really neat. That was, however, one of the better labs. Usually we did something really boring like calculating the resistance of an object, but each experience taught us something so they were nice opportunities.

In the west wing was everything involving language. When you entered the west wing, you immediately saw the enormous library, and I really mean enormous. Since schools should give you all the information you ever wanted to know, you could find a copy of literally every book in Chicago that existed in the library. You could borrow books and take them home and everything. It was pretty cool. It also helped a lot when you had to write a big essay and you had no idea what it was about. You could just pick out a book and explore a whole new world. Because that was the best part about knowledge, there was always something new to discover and that was absolutely wonderful. The rest of the building was just classrooms where the modern languages were taught.

In the south wing were all the creative classes, like drawing, creative writing, painting and other stuff like that. Honestly, I wasn't really a fan of creative classes; most of them were either really easy or way too hard. I just generally disliked them.

Lastly we had the main building. The main building housed everything that had anything to do with food. The cafeteria was located there as well as some small restaurants, if you could even call them that. For some reason the Amity faction members ran all the restaurants. There was, however, one Candor pizza place but only Candor people ate there and it was always full.

History class usually went on and on about each of the factions' perks and the Purity War. It was a fairly easy class and nobody really struggled with it. As we reached the door of the classroom, we are met with our friends, which were basically the other Erudite members in our history class.

"Hey guys." Adriana said to the small group.

First was Artie Abrams. He was this smart, sweet guy who wouldn't hurt a fly. He wore glasses, which for one reason or another was kind of common in Erudite. I also had glasses, but I only needed them to read the blackboard. I looked like an absolute dork when I wore them, but that was okay. Artie loved to sing and so he sung a lot, which could be quite irritating at times. He would always be humming annoying songs that then got stuck in your head for the rest of the day.

Next was Mike Chang. An Asian guy who knew a lot about math. He didn't say that much, he was kind of shy but very nice. But if you said something dumb about math he would laugh in your face, which wasn't particularly kind, but whatever. Basically everyone from Erudite was stuck up and a know-it-all, myself included. Mike always snickered in the back when one of the Dauntless girls or boys asked a stupid question. It was always the Dauntless that ask the dumb questions, or Candor. Amity didn't ask questions and neither did Abnegation, probably because asking a question was considered selfish.

There also was Tina Cohen-Chang, Mike's girlfriend. She was rude a lot of the time and I wasn't quite sure I liked her all that much. She knew a lot about biology and stuff, I didn't really care. We tolerated each other and that was all, we weren't friends. Both of them were Asian so that made them look even smarter.

The rest of the Erudite group consisted of smart kids who all seem to wear glasses and have constant discussions about science or math or books. Don't get me wrong I loved discussions like that.

Finally we had Quinn Fabray. Her parents were as close to famous as you could get in the Erudite faction. They were renowned scientists and quite rich too. They had this huge house with their own personal library. It had the old smell of the books and it was my absolute favorite place to be. Even though Quinn could be quite malicious a lot of the time, the amazing library she had sure made up for it. Usually after school we would hang out there and read books. I loved it.

One time, when Adriana was sick, Quinn just invited me to her house. It was the first time I was alone with her at her house without Adriana or any of the other guys being there. We had a sleepover and it was actually amazing. We stayed up until four am reading books and exchanging secrets. Okay, we were only eight years old, but it was still amazing. In the years that came Quinn always remained closer to Adriana than me. I'd be lying if I said that it hadn't hurt.

"Hey." Artie replied.

Quinn gave Adriana a hug and me a quick kiss on the cheek. It was blatantly obvious she liked Adriana more. Tina and Mike simply gave us a nod and continued on with their discussion.

"There they are again." Adriana sighed.

I tried to be casual about it, but I was way too obvious when I spun around to stare at them. The moment I looked up at the Dauntless group, my eyes met with Brittany's blue ones. I had to admit, as much as I didn't like the Dauntless, Brittany was absolutely gorgeous. Her long, blonde hair hung in waves around her shoulders. Because she was a part of Dauntless, her body was toned and in shape. My eyes ran down body and I tried not to ogle her too much. Evidently I failed.

Last year, Brittany wore a tank top, which revealed a part of her flat stomach, and I could swear she had abs. Her biceps were amazing as well. I knew it sounded weird that someone's arms could be hot but believe me; you would understand if you saw them.

They travelled in packs, the Dauntless. You would hardly ever find one alone. They kind of reminded me of a pack of wolves. It probably was also because they kind of scared me but intrigued me at the same time.

Brittany kept staring, maintaining eye contact, and I felt so small under her gaze. There was a small smirk on her lips and I hated it. It felt like she had so much power over me and I didn't even know her. We had talked maybe once or twice during class, but I didn't even consider that real conversation. Her eyes were still looking straight into mine but I couldn't hold her stare any longer. I caved in and looked away.

"They think they rule the school." Tina sighed loudly.

"Don't they?" Artie said.

I kind of agreed with Artie. Everyone respected the Dauntless and nobody messed with them. That was basically the definition of ruling the school, right? The Dauntless were even feared amongst teachers. Our math teacher, Ms. Pillsbury, actually ran out crying one time when Puckerman refused to take his test and repeatedly burned it with his lighter. He did get suspended for that, luckily, but Pillsbury was never the same with our class again. She made the tests harder and harder every week and I personally blamed that damn Puckerman.

"No, they don't. It's not because everyone is afraid of them that everyone respects them." Tina sighed again.

Quinn snorted. "You're just jealous, Tina."

Quinn and Tina weren't friends either. They tolerated each other the same way Tina and I did but Quinn never missed a chance to make a sly comment directed at Tina.

"Whatever, Quinn." Tina muttered, not loud enough for Quinn to actually hear. Tina would never admit it, but I could see it in her eyes. She was kind of scared of Quinn and who could blame her? Quinn had this passive aggressive personality and the looks she sent your way could actually physically kill you. Luckily for me, Quinn's glares were usually directed at Tina.

"Class is about to start, let's go in." Artie said, cutting the tension.

We all walked in. Erudite students were always the first ones there and the last ones to leave, just so we could soak up as much knowledge as possible. Dauntless on the other hand were more often late than on time to class and were always the first to exit. I was pretty certain they had the attention span of a goldfish because every couple of seconds they started a new conversation topic. It was quite annoying.

We all sat down in front of the classroom while the rest of the students walked in. Finally the Dauntless students strolled in slowly, groaning loudly. They smelled like cigarettes.

"Good morning, everyone. I hope you're all ready for a fun lesson about history." I could hear let out Puckerman a grunt of discontent from the back of the room.

The rest of the class went by quickly, just like the rest of the day. I had to admit I glanced a couple of times at Brittany but personally I thought I had hid it pretty well. I walked into the bathroom between sixth and seventh period. I always went to the toilets on the second floor behind the chemistry lab. Not a lot of people knew about them because they were reserved for teachers, but not a lot of teachers went there anyway. They were a lot cleaner than the rest of the disgusting bathrooms found at school. You could easily get hundred diseases just by looking at them. So I used those toilets and I had never seen another student there.

I pushed open the door and was suddenly met with those blue eyes I had been thinking about all day. Brittany Pierce. I would never admit out loud that her eyes had been the only things occupying my mind all day, but it was true. Why the hell did she need to be in this bathroom?

Her eyes were checking me out and I felt uncomfortable under her gaze. I played with my glasses I was still wearing from class. I stared at the ground but could still feel her eyes on me. My eyes shifted and stopped at the tight black pants that made her legs look insanely long.

"Hey." Brittany said amused. I looked up at her.

She had the same smirk on her lips as this morning. I hated it and liked it at the same time. I was very indecisive about Brittany.

"Hi." I said, but it came out as a whisper. Why in the world was my voice failing me right now? Fuck. I looked her right in the eye and tried not to avert my stare, but it was really, really hard. The eye contact was intense.

"You are Santana Lopez, right? Adriana's sister?" Brittany asked. She now had a kind smile gracing her face. I hadn't expected that. Some part of me always felt like the Dauntless weren't capable of being nice.

"Yes, do you know my sister?" I asked, not really knowing why I responded with that question in particular, but it was better than simply nodding.

"Well, uhm, no." Brittany shrugged.

"And you're Brittany Pierce right?" I asked, after a short silence.

"Yes, that is completely correct. And about your sister, I know her name because I think she's hot. " Brittany nodded quickly, her big smile still on her face.

My stomach dropped. I tried my best to hide my disappointment but I was pretty sure she could see right through my facade.

"Oh, yeah. She's pretty." I whispered out as the disappointment slipped through. Damn.

"But you're way more beautiful than she is, though. I have to admit, you are my favorite by far." Brittany winked.

I couldn't suppress my smile. Brittany was flirty and cute at the same time. How did she get me so flustered? My face was probably awkwardly blushing. I hope she didn't notice. I wasn't confident enough to compliment her back so instead I coughed uncomfortably and responded.

"Uhm, thanks. By looking at your black clothes, I would assume that you're in Dauntless."

"Yeah, Dauntless and proud of it." Brittany said with a big, goofy smile.

"And looking at your glasses, the fact that you seem to be carrying about a thousand books, and your blue clothes, I would assume that you are an Erudite." Brittany said.

I pushed my glasses farther up my nose than was physically possible. It was this thing I did when I was nervous. I was pretty uneasy now, so I was sure I had done it about a thousand times in the last minute.

"That obvious is it?" I rolled my eyes.

"Well, yeah? But isn't that the point of the factions?" Brittany said.

I looked Brittany back in the eye. "What do you mean?"

Brittany simply shrugged while looking at the floor. "Aren't the clothes and the rules surrounding them made so we can easily spot the difference between factions? Because God forbid if we ever talk to someone outside of our faction." Brittany rolled her eyes.

"Not really a fan of the factions?" I asked curiously. I had never met anyone who was so open about her thoughts, certainly thoughts against the creation of the factions. There were some things you just didn't say aloud and I was pretty sure every thought criticizing the factions was a thought you kept to yourself.

Brittany shrugged again. "They have their advantages, but I'm not quite sure the pros weigh up against the cons."

I always kind of liked the idea of factions. It gave you a purpose, a meaning, and a direction. What was so wrong with that?

"I like the factions. It gives everyone a place in the world. It gives us meaning and purpose and—"

Brittany snorted. "I would expect that answer from an Erudite, yes."

I was offended. "What do you mean by that?"

Brittany let out a quiet laugh. "Nothing, Erudite."

"My name is not Erudite, you do know that, right?"

Brittany shook her head no. "Didn't you just say that the factions give us meaning and purpose and whatever else you were probably going to blurt out. You identify yourself according your faction and that's okay. Some people need that."

I was getting really fed up with Brittany. "Some people?"

Brittany took a step closer to me. We were only a meter apart now. "Yes, people like you."

I felt brave and closed the distance between us even more. She was slightly taller than me so I had to look up to meet her eyes. Whenever I got annoyed, I got angry and Brittany was doing a pretty good job at pushing my buttons.

"What the fuck do you mean by that, people like me?" I glared up at her.

Brittany let out a small laugh. "Do you feel tough now, Santana? Using swear words? Do you really think you have a chance against a Dauntless-born? I wouldn't take your chances."

"I'm tougher than you think." I said angrily.

"Is that true? I wouldn't agree, but hell what do I know? All I know is that I could break your nose before you even register the fact that I punched you."

"Arrogance isn't good for anything, Brittany. You might want to watch your back."

Brittany's eyebrows rose. "Is that a threat?"

I had no idea where I was going with this. Absolutely no idea. Normally I was a lot smarter than threatening a Dauntless but Brittany brought out this bad side of me and I just blurted it out. But there was no going back now. Our faces were only inches apart and I could feel Brittany's breath on my face. I swallowed hard.

"Yes." I mumbled trying to sound as tough as I could, but I knew it came out quite weak.

"Threatened by an Erudite. Interesting." Brittany then placed a quick kiss on my cheek and my mouth fell open.

"This was fun. We should do this again soon, Santana."

And before I registered what had just happened, I heard the bathroom door shut behind me.

I was frozen for a second, not being able to grasp what had just happened mere seconds ago. Somehow I had found myself in a discussion with Brittany Pierce of all people in the bathroom that nobody except me knew about. How had Brittany found out about it anyway? Some teacher told me a couple of years ago because I was her best student.

My brain still felt frozen but some thoughts were getting clearer. I sometimes had a problem controlling my anger but never had I threatened anyone and lost my temper like that. That was stupid. But all my brain could think about right now was Brittany's soft lips against my cheek as I stroked the place Brittany's lips had been just a few seconds ago with my thumb. Brittany had kissed me on the cheek and more importantly, I loved it. Fuck.