a/n: So I've had this idea for a story for a really really long time now. I'm not much of a writer so I never really planned on going anywhere with it. Suddenly i thought, why the hell not. The first couple of chapters will be a little short. They will get longer as we move along.

The previous three "chapters" were just little glimpses into future POVs. It'll all make more sense as the story unfolds.

Brittana is the main goal here, but keep in mind that Quinn is heavily featured. I'm not entirely sure how much Quinntana I will include, but the Quinntana relationship is essential to the story.

Sadly, i do not own Glee or any of these characters. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

I'm starting to regret becoming a TA for this class. Why did I let Schuester talk me into it?

"But, professor, I'm still just an undergrad. How can you expect kids to be ok with me teaching them?" His offer sounds great, but I'm still a little skeptical. There were far more people qualified for the job. I didn't get why he and Ms. Pillsbury were so eager for me to be a TA for this class. I wasn't exactly the brightest, especially not when it came to women's studies.

"All you will be doing is grading their papers. I think your comments and critiques would really help these kids. Brittany, Ms. Pillsbury and I think your unique perspective would be a breath of fresh air," and there it was. I honestly didn't know if I should be insulted or flattered. They wanted me as a TA precisely because I was so weird. At least he called me "unique." I'm so sick of people calling me naïve.

Little did I know, this class was going to be the death of me. Grading all these papers, I suddenly understood why almost every professor here at NYU hated undergrads, especially the freshmen. It was because they were all, for lack of a better word, stupid. Sure, most of these kids weren't interested in women's studies; they just wanted an easy A. Too bad Schuester hired me as their TA, because I sure as hell was not going to simply give them A's. These kids had to earn it.

Noah, you are generalizing. You can't simply call all women emotional. It would be like me calling all men stupid. Which clearly, they were.

Next time, try and judge these characters based on their actions, not on some pre conceived notions that all women are fragile. C+

A part of me wanted to give him an A just so I wouldn't have to deal with his obnoxious emails about how my grading was "unfair." In reality, he probably deserved a lower grade. His paper was just so bad I kept tuning out in the middle of every single paragraph. A C+ was a gift really.

I go to grab another paper from the stack and I realize that there aren't any left. I can't believe it. I'm actually done. The part that kills me isn't that I actually took 2 days to grade all of these, it's the fact that out of 60+ papers, I was only able to give one A. I had been reading pages and pages on end, and while some kids made decent points without ever really expanding upon them, the majority of these papers were extremely insulting. I pray these kids never go into politics. They would have single handedly send the feminist movement back 100 years if given the chance. I finally got excited about this class and having become a TA in the first place when I reached this paper though. It was brilliantly written and this girl had such a firm grasp on the paper and all the concepts Schuester had expanded upon in class. You could tell she really cared about the material. I guess I should be grateful at least 1 out of 60 kids tried.


"Don't forget to grab your papers before you leave."

"Professor, if we have questions about our grades, who do we talk to?" I turned my head as soon as I heard it. I hope to god that Schuester doesn't send them all kicking screaming my way. I needed at least a day before I explained to these kids just how terrible their writing really is.

"Brittany is the grader for this course. The days I give lecture is not the time to discuss grades though. If you have any questions, be sure to send her an email or you can go to her office hours. Her information is on the syllabus. Have a good weekend guys." If I didn't know any better, I'd say Schuester really hated these kids as much as I did. He couldn't seem to get out of class fast enough.

"Excuse me. Miss Pierce." I cringed when I heard it. I wasn't entirely sure if its because she managed to make me sound like an old lady with the way she called me Miss Pierce, or if it was because she was probably going to cry to me about her grade. Didn't Schuester just tell them to leave me alone? Sometimes I wish he had more authority over his kids. He's too nice to actually get them to follow anything he says. When I turn to look, I suddenly feel at ease, no longer annoyed. This girl had the prettiest smile I had ever seen. Suddenly, I was in the best mood I had been in since class had first started an hour ago.

"Please call me Brittany. Miss Pierce makes me feel like a grandma. Which I am most definitely not. I'd need to have kids first, and kids are a long ways away. Unless, I have a slip up. Then by all means, call me Miss Pierce," I look down at my feet, realizing how ridiculous I sound. I normally don't care, but the way she was looking at me with that perfect smile, I started to feel a little shy. It's odd because I'm never shy about anything. I look up, half expecting her to now have this bewildered look plastered across her face, but instead she still has that same smile she did when she walked up to me. I think it actually grew wider.

"Ok. Brittany. I wanted to ask you about my paper…" and suddenly I was annoyed all over again. She was here to beg for a better grade. Maybe she should have put some effort into her paper, maybe then I would have given her the A she wanted. A pretty girl with lame opinions. What a shame.

"Like Schuester said, if you had any questions about your grade, feel free to send me an email or come to my office hours. Although, I should probably tell you this now so you don't waste your time, I don't have any plans to change any of the grades. You can try to make a case all you want, but I'm pretty firm in my decisions." I start packing up my bag, trying to make a point that I wasn't really in the mood to listen to unwarranted complaints. They got the grades they deserved. Maybe I was being a little rude, but I was really wound up. If these kids spent half as much time on their papers as they do complaining, their grades wouldn't be so bad.

"Actually, I can't actually talk to you about my grade because I haven't actually gotten one yet." I look up at her, slightly confused.

"What do you mean you haven't gotten a grade?" How could she not have a grade, I had graded all the papers that were turned in. "Maybe you just never bothered to turn one in on time? Any late work is taken up with Schuester." My patience was running thin. This class was really taking a toll on me.

"I turned mine in on time. I was hoping that maybe you just forgot to set it in the pile with the rest of the papers." It was obvious this girl was just making up excuses. I graded all the papers and set them all on Schuester's desk at the beginning of class. Well all the papers except for one. I had kept the paper of the sole A I had given. I wanted to talk to the girl about her paper since I was so fascinated by it.

"I'm sorry, what's your name?"

"Santana. Santana Lopez."

A pretty girl with thoughtful ideas. I had never been more impressed.