Title: I hate you, I love you

Author: auntsnix

Word Count: 2,368

Disclaimer: The usual, I own nothing but I do own my OC, Alexander Chase. I also don't know that much about cheerleading, so forgive me. Finn and Will bashing. All spelling and grammatical errors are mine.

Summary: AU! They are — or were — the best of friends and could never be separated until her feelings come to play. She couldn't care less of what the rest of Lima thought about her, but she, she cared. She cared about reputation, popularity and did things to get her higher on the William McKinley High School's stupid hierarchy system. But, no, Brittany S. Pierce never wanted to be popular anyway, she just wanted to be happy. It's canon for some parts (Beth, the godforsaken Finchel drama etc.) but FaBerry will be on the side.

A/N: Apologies for the long wait, but here's chapter 2! Thank you for the positive reviews, keep them coming! P.S, Britt and Alec can speak Italian, Dutch, French, German and Spanish, Britt's just hiding her genius-ness from everyone except her fam and Alec and his fam because she's Brittany… bitch. Lol. I'm using Google translate, so I'm sorry if some translations are wrong. Enjoy this long(?) chapter!

Summer had ended quickly and Santana sat in her car in front of the Pierce household, wondering where her best friend had gone to. Santana usually picked her up on Monday's and sometimes she even picked her up for the rest of the week.

To Brittany: hey B, im outside ur house. where r u? xx

To Brittany: B, im getting worried. did u drv 2 school

She became impatient as she waited for the blonde to text back and got out of her cherry-red Camaro and knocked on the Pierce's door, "Just a second!" She took a brief look at her phone but saw no new messages from Brittany, making her worried about the blonde.

The door swung open revealing Susan Pierce in an apron, a spatula in her hand, "Santana! What are you doing here?" The girl looked amused at the mother's look, "Um, I was wondering where Britt was. She hasn't responded to my texts." Susan nodded and said, "Her best friend just moved back here yesterday, so he picked her up for Cheerios."

Best friend? He?

Susan saw the confused expression on the Latina's face, quirking her eyebrow up and spoke up, "She met him at dance camp when his family lived here, but moved because of his parents work." Santana smiled at the woman and gave her a wave as she took out her keys from her Cheerios jacket., "Oh, okay. Thanks, Mrs. Pierce." Susan chuckled at her and replied, "You' welcome. And its Susan for you!" Santana opened her car door and turned on the ignition, placing her phone in the cup holder as she put on her seatbelt.

It was 6:03 am and Sue had asked— more like commanded them to be on the field by 6:10. The woman's fucking crazy! Santana thought, parking her car in her designated space that Sue had given them when her, Quinn and Brittany joined the Cheerios. She looked to her right when she grabbed all of her needed things for her day and didn't see Brittany's usual black, A8, but a motorcycle.

Brittany and a motorcycle? Shit!

She could almost see the blonde riding a motorcycle, and God! It was hot. The whole idea of Brittany on it made her knees weak and her mouth dry.

Oh, yeah, practice. Right. She entered the school and immediately went to the girl's locker room where a bunch of Cheerios was getting ready for practice. The locker room door opened, Sue entered which made everyone stop what they were doing, "Listen up, mouth breathers!" Some Cheerios winced at the loudness of her voice, "Be on the field in 3, or get ready for 2 hours of torture!" They moved quickly as they can to avoid getting punished by Sue, some ran out of the door once Sue was gone.

Santana saw Quinn walking out of the locker room and the pair intimidated old and new Cheerios; with Santana's HBIC glare, scowling at Jacob Ben Israel walked past them, and Quinn with her usual stone cold expression, that she's always had ever since they walked through the doors of McKinley, not showing any emotion what so ever. They made their way over to where Sue and Brittany were standing —both of them talking was not unusual to anyone in the school.

Once all Cheerios were out on the field, Sue blew her whistle making everyone go quiet, "Becky! where's my megaphone?" Becky handed her red and white megaphone, "All right, your all going to say hi to my nephew after Brittany talks to you about what not to do whenever his there." All cheerleaders were curious to what the girl was about to say.

"Number one: don't ever hurt me in anyway shape or form, because he apparently knows people from the mafia." Some Cheerios loudly swallowed and immediately though twice about trying to hurt Brittany with Santana threatening them about her living in Lima Heights and now with someone who apparently knows people who are a part of the mafia. "Number two: don't ever, and I mean ever, question him when he gives an instruction or he'll make you run 5 laps with 5 kilogram weights."

This guy is worse than Sue! Santana thought, she looked at her Coach to find an amused and proud expression found on her face.

"And number three: do not talk back to him, or make a sassy or sarcastic remark at him or he'll add 5 more laps and weights for you to do." Brittany's face became even more serious than before and continued talking, "And also do not hit on him or I will have Veronica come here and ki–!" Alec appeared behind her, lifting her up on her waist and twirling her around, Brittany squealed at his actions making the dark haired boy laugh. He set her down and put his right arm around her shoulders, "Hi, I'm Alec, your Coach's nephew, and Brittany's best friend. Like B said before, don't hit on me or else my sister, her girlfriend and my super amazing girlfriend will skin you alive." Sue shook her head at their antics and hit Alec on the back of his head, "Don't, or I'll make sure that your parents take away both yours and Brittany's bikes."

"But Aunt Sue–!" They both protested simultaneously, Sue blew her whistle, silencing them. Santana subtly (well, it was obvious to the two blondes and Alec) watched the way Brittany and Alec interacted, they were like the same person in her eyes and Alec was holding the blonde close to his body, it irritated her.

"Okay, lousy babies! Alec and Brittany are leading this practice so don't argue with them!"

Quinn whispered to Santana, "Did you know about this?" She hissed because Sue making someone else lead practice instead of her and Santana was getting on her nerves. The Latina shook her head, sending a deadly glare at Alec which he noticed, he whispered into Brittany's ear, "If looks could kill, I would be dead by now," The girl looked in the direction where Alec was looking and sent Santana a sweet smile and winked then turning to face Sue who was ranting and gloating about how Alec and her won dance competitions since they were ten. "Now, do what I usually make you do every practice! Bonnie and Clyde will be in-charge until sectionals. Get moving, ladies!" Santana noticed that Brittany was holding Alec's hand and was sitting on the bleachers, Brittany's leg was hoisted up on Alec's lap and was conversing about the Cheerios routine with Sue.

She scowled and followed Quinn.

When they were told to hit the showers, Santana and Quinn had decided to talk to Brittany about the dark haired dancer. They lingered in the locker room, waiting for the others to finish talking and asking about Alec when Brittany was getting changed, which made the fiery Latina angry when they said they're like—and I quote— 'a cute couple'. Brittany though, was another story when a baby Cheerio— Jess or was it Jasmine? —had made a suggestive comment about Alec, completely ignoring the fact that he has a protective sister, her equally protective girlfriend and his girlfriend who would be more than willing to cut a bitch. Before the blonde could even hit her, Santana grabbed her and pulled her back, tightening her hold on her when she tried to escape her hold, "Cazzo puttana, ti ammazzo!" The girls around them seemed surprised when Brittany spoke in a different language — Quinn guessed that it was Italian.

"Britt-Britt, calm down." Santana gently whispered in Brittany's ear, she took deep breaths like Ivy had told her to when she was stressed or angry. The brunette loosened her hold on Brittany, hugging her and releasing her when her breathing was evened out; Brittany kissed her on the cheek, her lips lingering for a bit then pulling away and quietly said, "Thanks, Sanny." Quinn sighed as people started to gather around them, "Everyone, out!" Cheerios swiftly took their belongings and ran out of the door, leaving the three girls alone.

Brittany tilted her head at the two, figuring out that they wanted to talk about Alec she asked, "I guess you wanted to talk about Alec?" She leaned back against the row of lockers and grabbed her water bottle to drink from. The older girls nodded, "Okay, then. Long story short, we met at dance camp before I moved here and we talk at least three times a week and we've been inseparable ever since."

"When did he move here?" Quinn asked.

"He just got back here yesterday morning and he's living at his aunt's place." The blonde nodded. There was an uncomfortable silence around them. It was awkward; Santana stood stiffly and played with her wrist-band; Quinn looked around the room trying to find something interesting (I mean, you're in a McKinley locker room, what's so interesting about anything in there?) and Brittany took a sip from her bottle. The silence broke as someone knocked heavily on the door, "Little B? You in there?" Alec said loudly, readjusting his bag strap. Brittany cleared her throat and replied, "Umm, be there in a sec!" The tall girl grabbed her belongings from the bench and walked up to the door, turning around with her hand on the handle, "I-I'll see you two in Spanish, yeah?" They both nodded with their bags on their shoulders.

Santana spoke up, but Brittany was already out there and Quinn didn't understand what she said, "I'll see you later, Brittany…"

Everything was silent.

Brittany walked in with Alec beside her; all of the students were intimidated and confused by this new kid who was beside one-third of the Unholy Trinity.

Though some idiots didn't seem to get the message. A Freshman football player was holding a slushy, looking cocky like he was the one in charge of the school and walked up to Brittany, smirking at her, "Sup, loser!"

His — what Alec assumed — friends, pushed through the hall, and forcefully grabbed him back, making him fall down to the ground, "What the fuck, man!?"

"Dude! You're gonna get your ass kicked!"

The Freshman, who didn't seem to know who Brittany was, scoffed at what his friends were saying, "Yeah, right! We're on the football team! We can do whatever we want!" His friends went silent, noticing the tall chiseled boy next to the Cheerio, a scared look crossing their faces. However, their idiot friend was too full of pride to even notice what Brittany was wearing and who was standing next to her, "You fucking idiot! She's a Cheerio!"

Brittany was shaking, wiping the red slushy out of her eyes, she growled and glared at the oblivious boy. Before Brittany could even speak up, Alec had dropped his and her bag on the ground in lightning speed and grabbed the boy by his letterman jacket, lifting him up. The unnamed footballer visibly gulped, shaking in fear as Alec pulled him close, "Let me tell you this right now, Freshman. You just slushied a Cheerio, my best friend, Sue Sylvester's Cheerio."

Jacob Ben Israel had his camera out and was filming the whole altercation, excited to have another story to be put up on his blog, Freshman Football Player, Slushies, 1/3 of the Unholy Trinity!?

Alec continued, glancing at Brittany who was nodding at him, "And to be exact, my Aunt." That surprised people. No one knew that Sue had a nephew, especially one who was friends with Brittany, "You and this losing football team do not own this shit hole. The Unholy Trinity rule this school with an iron fist, meaning, if you hurt one of them, you idiota, will suffer." Alec's piercing green eyes, narrowed at the boy, his tone low and threatening. It made everybody in the hall frightened, people who previously called Brittany names was now stopping as they watched what was happening.

He chuckled darkly at the boy, "Especially since you just called Brittany a loser when she's a part of a winning team, unlike you and your friends who are on a losing team. So, the way I see it is that all of you should be the ones who are called losers." He let the boy go and grabbed his and Brittany's bag from the floor.

"Oh, and one more thing, kid. You just broke the cardinal rule… Never, and I mean, never, hurt or insult Brittany S. Pierce." He smirked, his tone unwavering. "Just wait until her best friend and co-captain of the Cheerios find out about this, um, giant mistake of yours." He snarled. Brittany walked towards the locker room, Alec hot on her heels, but she stopped and turned around and cupped her hands around her mouth, "Her name's Santana Lopez by the way!" She giggled loudly as Alec grumbled, "I'm going to punch that neuker where it hurts whenever I see him again."

"Don't blame me if Clair and Tyler kill you for being suspended!"

TRANSLATIONS:

Cazzo puttana, ti ammazzo! – Fucking bitch, I'll kill you!

Idiota – Idiot

Neuker – Fucker