A/N: So here it is folks, chapter 2, I tried to make this one larger because I was NOT satisfied with the length of the last one.

Rachel: I think it's up for discussion; I'm obviously the most talented person in Glee club. Why are you even bothering on putting down Brittany and Santana's memories in paper, when you have a lot more worthy talent in front of your eyes – besides, I know I'm more interesting to write about…

Me: Go away…

Rachel: But you haven't planned on the repercussions of this arduous labor that you are submitting yourself to. I could give you notes, even write an essay about my personal life that will be no longer than fifteen pages. You can write down your ideas and run them by me, and I'll give you the thumbs up or down. Besides, a power point presentation wouldn't…

Me: Stop it Berry, I'm not making a story about you.

Rachel: Why not?

Me: Because I don't own Glee or any characters related to the show.

Rachel: But you're writing about Britt…

Me: (runs away)

CHAPTER 2

Climbing Up the Ladder

(Santana POV)

"Come on you sloths, move your bony asses. You low-life good for nothings! You make me sick!" Coach Sylvester throws her megaphone down on the ground, glaring intently at the sophomores that had been cheerleaders since last year, her voice a resounding echo in the gym, drowning out the pants and the uncontrollable gasps for air that come from the group of girls desperate to finish their exercises. I hear Brittany gulping next to me, her pinky managing to hold tighter to mine as she shifts her weight from one knee to the other. I could literally sense how nervous she was; almost as if her nervousness was penetrating UV rays that just threatened to make their way through your skull, infectious even, given the fact that I was starting to get nervous as well.

Quinn however, seems perfectly posed and overconfident, almost as if she's sure she has this spot in the bag – probably some form of bribery if you ask me, I wouldn't be surprised Twiddle Innocent used her parent's influences to make it all the way to the top of the cheerleading ladder. Brittany takes note on me staring at Quinn, nervous as she realizes the tension is so thick, you could cut it with a butter knife.

My relationship with Quinn started to take a different toll from the first day that Britt and I became best friends, almost as if she felt left out. The deal was though, I had found out more about Brittany in a week, than I had of Quinn since age four. Brittany was a dancer, she had taken dancing lessons since she was a little kid, ranging from tap, to jazz, to ballet, to hip hop, to swing, pretty much any type of dance you can think of, and she was darn good at what she did. I'd watched Brittany dance a lot this past year, and it always surprised me how she was able to take your breath away so quickly. Every single movement was so graceful, that Brittany transformed into a completely different person – sexy even; a quality that I had failed to see until the first day she danced for me.

Brittany also had the fattest cat I had ever seen in my entire life. No seriously, God knows what the girl feeds that damn animal, but he was so chubby I thought I was seeing Garfield in the flesh. I also learned that Brittany was the most naïve human being in this planet. Her random and spacious comments that left a lot of room for interpretation, never failed to catch me off guard. They could range from insane comments about her cat, or comical and somehow fitting comments about what I like to call 'Brittany's inner wisdom'. Just the other day, she asked me if the elves that lived with Santa Claus had enough winter clothes with them, since their body was so small they would freeze to death. I didn't have the heart to tell her Santa wasn't real.

But the most important thing I noticed about Brittany was her way of viewing the world. Brittany always found good in people, even in that annoying little prick, Rachel Berry. Britt always found an interior reason for somebody's behavior; she always wanted to believe that there really weren't any bad people in the world. It was a quality I secretly admired about her, a quality that I failed to have in all levels – I always looked for the bad, it didn't matter who it was – with one little exception though.

She is the only person who had been able to crumble down my walls and tear away all my defenses. She was the only person who ever saw the true me, the real person behind the bitchy girl that people thought I was. Brittany touched me in ways no one ever had – no pun intended – she made me think that she could see into my soul. My one and only true friend, that's what Brittany became to be in the past year, my best friend, the one person I laughed with, had inner jokes with, and the one person whom I felt proud of calling my friend, despite all her eccentricities.

"Alright losers, let's get this over with now".

Coach Sylvester calls out from the megaphone and I frown, unsure of where she had gotten a new megaphone, pretty confident that she had broken the last one. Brittany's hand clutches mine while she bites her bottom lip and I look up to the blonde with my eyes, giving her a small reassuring smile, already sure Brittany would be top on the list of Coach Sylvester's new Cheerios. Brittany smiles back, and I can't help but feel a warm sensation running through my chest – it was almost as if she radiated sunshine.

One by one, Coach Sylvester calls on the new recruits. And one by one, we watch get turned down by the ferocious force that was Sue Sylvester. Ninety percent of the girls who tried out would run out crying, their faces buried in their hands as they leaped towards the girls bathroom. Quinn looks at me from the corner of her eye, giving me a look that says: Damn. I nod, settling on the floor and patting the spot next to me. Quinn moves, about to sit and I frown, but immediately Brittany takes the spot, resting her cheek on my shoulder. Quinn rolls her eyes and opens her mouth…

"Fabray, you're up!"

Thank goodness, I didn't want to deal with more jealous Quinn drama. There wasn't any room for debate on who I liked more, it was pretty obvious. Brittany was my bestie, she was the one I went to when I was angry, sad, happy, or any other teenage hormonal emotion that might cross your mind. Quinn had been replaced, and I know she felt as if she was discarded like an old Kleenex (despite Brittany's remarks on how if Quinn was a Kleenex, she would have trouble deciding which part of her to blow her nose on) however, she had not understood the point that if I were to discard her, I'd do it in a more classy fashion, probably with some sort of public humiliation. But the thing was this, Quinn needed me, and I needed Quinn. Quinn needed my attitude, and I needed her status. We knew that if we went against each other it would be an endless life of fights. Together though, we'd be an unstoppable force. Brittany just made things easier, when I was with her, I didn't have to pretend to like anyone, because I liked her, the only person I wasn't a bitch with.

"Lopez!"

I flinched at my name being called, Brittany's eyes widening as she let go of my waist, nodding encouragingly at me. I stood up just as Quinn was approaching us, her lips twisted into a smile, asking Brittany and I if she had been any good. I hadn't watched her, not for one second, so all I could do was shrug and say: "Sure, I guess". Brittany snickered, before giving me a small push towards Coach Sylvester. She was more intimidating than I thought, and as I approached the center "stage" I took a breath, and began.

I was out of breath when I was done, panting slightly but trying to hide it, my hands fixated in the air after a double back flip. I didn't ask questions, I just kept looking at Coach Sylvester, challenging her, even though I was scared as hell inside. She looked up and smirked.

"Well J-Lo, I guess you and your lovely lady lumps serve for something. Get your ass out, and call Tweedle Dumb over here".

I frowned at the "nickname" Coach Sylvester had suddenly adapted to my best friend, but I just shrugged it off and fought the urge to call her something, my over protectiveness on Brittany instantly kicking in. However, I swallowed my pride and walked over to Brittany, who was babbling with Quinn about something, and judging from Quinn's look, she probably had no idea what she was saying – it seemed to me as if I was the only one who understood her, and that includes Brittany's parents.

"Britt, Britt, you're up" I smiled at her, offering my hand so she could stand up. It didn't long for her to take my hand and take off on a sprint towards Sue, all her nervousness gone in an instant.

"Why are you so damn nice to her Santana?" Quinn interjected, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Because, despite your jealousy and obvious desire for me to kiss your bony ass, I like her".

"She's so weird".

"Yeah, well. I think it's cute, she's different from anyone I've met and unlike you – she can actually take crap from people".

Quinn just scoffed and looked to the side, and I thought her eyes were going to pop out from the huge eye roll she gave me. I chuckled darkly before turning my attention to Brittany, who was already in position, waiting for the music to start. Then she began, and I was hypnotized. Brittany's body moved almost as if it drowned in the beat, her muscles stretching flawlessly each time she did a leg lift or a knee high jump. But what impressed me the most was when she ran, full speed, planted her arms on the ground and did five front flips, a handless cartwheel, and a handless front flip. She spun rapidly before doing another dance move, which I recognized from her hip hop classes, then finished her routine with regular cheerleading movements. She was incredible.

Coach Sylvester blinked, obviously acknowledging that staring at Brittany was like staring at the sun, or at the fact that, that was the most elaborated routine any cheerleader had auditioned with. I had persuaded her to let me see it, but she wouldn't cave in, and I was glad, because I definitely liked the surprise – she was gold, and no one could deny that – I could see it on Sue's face that she probably was one of the best acquisitions the Cheerios would ever have.

Without any comments from Sue, Brittany skips back toward me, spreading her arms and hugging me tight, obviously aware of how great she was out there.

"You were awesome hun!" I grin, hugging her tighter, noticing that her hair smelled like strawberries, something I had not noticed before.

"Thanks San!"

Quinn just rolled her eyes.

The slushy dripped down Rachel Berry's face slowly, the pieces of ice falling inside her cleavage, making her shiver. Brittany snickers, holding her empty icy on her right hand while her left hand reaches for my pinky, my free hand emptying the remains of the slurpee on Rou Paul's head. It felt good to be on top. Brittany, Quinn, and I were on top of the world, on top of the social ladder of William McKinley High School – we were top notch, the top three Cheerios in the whole school, and that was saying something. Sue's excuse: I see something in you that reminds me of myself, don't screw this up. Barbie, you're head, Lopez, you're second in command, Brittany, third.

Quinn smirked, her hands on her hips while she spoke: "Welcome to the new social order loser". She turned on her heel, and walked away. Brittany threw the slushy cup at Man Hand's feet and I laughed as she desperately tried to wipe away the cherry ice from her face.

"Is that a new burger in McDonalds, y'know like, what all society orders?" Brittany whispers in my ear after Quinn's comment, as we walk away. Brittany smiles at me and I; as always, can't help but smile back, it was almost like an instant knee jerk reaction. Brittany seemed to brighten every part of my day.

I laugh. "Sure Britt, Britt, if you want it to be".

A/N: REVIEWS! I like em as much as Brittany loves ducks. Keep em coming peeps.

Brittany: Rachel, I'm gonna give you some tough love right now. You're not a trendsetter. When people look at you, they don't see what you're wearing, they see a cat getting its temperature taken, and then they hear it screaming.

Santana: I made out with a mannequin. I even had a sex dream about a shrub that was in the shape of a person.