Okay, This is my New Year Present! I hope everyone had fun last night! Thanks for all the support on the first chapter. This chapter is just how it all began. Well enjoy! Oh, and this is definitely a Brittana story.
I don't own Glee or Catfish.
A little over one year ago…
Santana's POV
"Santana, when are you going to stop acting like some crazy stalker, and message her?" Rachel asked from across the table.
"I'm not being a crazy stalker… I'm simply admiring her Facebook page."
"Yea, for the fifth time today and it's only ten a.m."
I shot her a glare, and went back to scrolling through Brittany's mobile uploads. What does Rachel know? This is actually my sixth time today. Stupid.
"Santana, seriously, you've been in love with this girl since the ninth grade. You're twenty years old now. You either need to give up on this little crush, or start a conversation with her. But whatever you do needs to end with you making me breakfast. I'm hungry."
I picked up the pen that was beside my laptop and threw it at her. "Make your own damn breakfast." She swiftly dodged it and stuck her tongue out at me. "You're lucky I don't have anything else to throw at you, and I'm going to talk to her."
"When, dammit?"
"Soon."
Rachel put her hands under her chin and gave me the 'I'm not buying your shit' look. "You always say that. Frankly I don't think soon is soon enough, because you haven't talked to her yet."
"I'm going to talk to her… Really, I am. I just need to…" I trailed off.
"Need to what? Huh? What on earth could you possibly need to do before you talk to the girl you've been stalking for six years?"
"Hey! I'm not stalking her!" I defended.
"Okay, well tell me this, is she single?"
"Yes."
"Favorite color?"
"Pink. Why does this matt-"
"Up, up, up just answer the questions." She said raising her index finger up to me. "Does she have any pets?"
"One cat."
"Middle name?"
"Perfect."
Rachel arched an eyebrow at me. "What?"
"Ok, ok it's Susan."
"Siblings?"
"One twin sister, Quinn Pierce." I answered. "But, you already knew that. She was the only other girl in high school just as popular as or maybe even more popular than Brittany."
"That's not the point."
"Well, what is the point?"
"The point is that for someone to know that much information about a girl they've never even spoken to just screams stalker." She concluded.
"Fuck you Berry. I'm going to talk to her!... Just as soon as I build up the courage."
See back in high school Brittany was everything, she still is. She was the head cheerio, she was kind, sweet, funny, and not to mention beautiful. Every guy wanted her, and all the girls wanted to be her. But who could blame them?
I, on the other hand, was a nobody in high school. Rachel and I met each other in the ninth grade at our school Glee club. Everyone knew that club was social suicide, but I guess that only pertained to people who were actually important enough to have a social status because it didn't affect us any. Either way we still got free slushy facials on a daily basis.
"Aw, honey, I know exactly what you need." Rachel said wrapping her arm around my shoulder.
I jumped in surprise. "Rachel, what the hell? Don't ever sneak up on me like that again." I said clutching at my chest. Seriously when did she get up and come over here?
"Oh quit being a baby… I know what you need San."
"I'm not being a baby, and what is it that you think you know?"
"You need a confidence boost! Something like maybe…" She began pacing the floor while she thought. "How about some retail therapy?... Nah" she waved her hand in front of her as if she was erasing the idea. Rachel knew that retail therapy would just cause us to max out my dad's credit cards. "What if we make her jealous?"
"That could work… but, that'd be kind of hard considering the fact that, oh I don't know, she doesn't even know I exist."
"You're right." She continued to pace. "Hm, what if you created an alter ego?" She stopped and looked at me. "I mean all of the important celebrities have one. I can see it now! You can create this fiery Latina who isn't afraid of anything or anyone. She's every guy's dream and every girl's worst nightmare."
"An alter ego, huh?" I said giving it a thought. "Rachel, I'm too shy for that."
"Hm…" I watched her walk back and forth in my kitchen for about ten more minutes before she finally had another break through. "Oh my goodness! I know! I could give you a makeover, those are always confidence boosters!"
"Hell no! Sorry, Rachel but I'd rather die than to take a makeover from you."
"Oh come on! I could make you an exact replica of the most beautiful woman on earth, and I don't mean me. I'm talking about Barbra Streisand."
I contorted my face in disgust. "Ew, definitely not."
"Who doesn't like Barbra?"
"Rachel, who is Barbra?"
She gasped and put her hand over her chest. "I-I've heard anything more painful in my life." She pretended to be hurt. "For that, you have to make me breakfast."
"You're crazy." I said shaking my head, and closing out of Facebook. An alter ego… that doesn't sound insanely bad. At least it sounds way better than that Barbra Streisand makeover.
Maybe I could actually pull it off. Maybe.
"Alright what do you want for breakfast?"
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Exactly one year ago
Brittany's POV
"Brittany your iPhone is beeping!" Quinn called from inside.
"Well, just leave it on the counter. I'm sunbathing!"
"Alright, I'll be out in a minute, and you're getting in the pool."
"No I'm not, Quinn. There was a dead frog in there last week. Dad said the chlorine killed it, but I don't want to take any chances myself."
"You're ridiculous. You know that?" She slid the glass door shut, and disappeared into the kitchen.
"Whatever." I said dropping my sunglasses over my eyes. I took some more sun tanning lotion and spread it across my body. "Quinn's the real ridiculous one. Mom and dad should've given her up for adoption when she was a baby."
I laid my head back down on the lawn chair and let my mind drift. Did I feed tubbers this morning? Actually I don't even recall seeing him today. He's probably somewhere smoking with the neighbor's cat. I shook my head. When will he learn? That cat won't ever stop smoking. He's probably going to get one of those holes in his throat like the people on that one smoking commercial. Then he'll sound like a little gremalin when he tries to meow.
I let out a long sigh. Where did I go wrong raising him? He used to be such a good kitten, when did things change?
"Hey, Britt, whose Cameron?" I hadn't heard the back door slide open, or Quinn taking steps toward the pool. She had a towel wrapped tightly around her, while she looked down at her phone.
I scrunched my eyebrows trying to think of someone I knew, but no one came to mind. "I don't know. Why are you asking?"
By now she was standing right beside me. She held up her phone to my face. "Well, he keeps sending you Facebook messages… and a friend request."
I narrowed my eyes at the phone. "Quinn is this mine?"
"Hey, focus." She said bringing the phone back up to her face. "What you should be paying attention to is that you have a total hottie messaging you, and you haven't messaged him back."
"Let me see." I snatched my phone away from her and looked at the messaged.
Hi, we don't know each other, but I saw your profile picture and I must say you are gorgeous.
Sorry, that last message was cheesy.
You really are gorgeous.
Is it okay if, maybe, we get to know each other? Maybe?
You there beautiful?
"Britt, quit smiling like that, you look creepy." She said as she dropped her towel and kicked off her flip flops.
I shrugged her off, not really paying attention to her, and clicked on this Cameron guy's profile. Quinn was right, he is a total hottie. I started mindlessly flipping through his pictures; thank goodness his page wasn't set to private.
He only has about five pictures up, which is weird, but he's hot so he can be weird. One thing I did notice though was that all of his pictures looked like they were taken in some type of paradise. Definitely not in Lima, Ohio for sure.
I tapped the back arrow a few times, and hit the about button. There wasn't much information there. Just that he's twenty years old, and is a model. Now that's understandable because he sure does have the abs to be one.
A chill ran down my body as a splash of water hit my face. I immediately tore my gaze away from my phone and glared at Quinn. She was smiling back at me with that sweet innocent look she always used to give mom and dad when she was about to get in trouble.
"Ugh! Quinn, why'd you do that?"
"Sorry I thought you were dead. I was just being a good older sister."
"Quinn you're only older than me by like ten minutes, and how could you have possibly thought I was dead? Dufus!"
"Hey! Those ten minutes count! And you looked like you had stopped breathing while you were looking at Cameron." She mocked.
"Oh, be quiet. Go call Puckerman or someone to keep you company."
"Why would I do that when my baby sister is sitting right in front of me?"
"I'm not your baby sister."
"Whatever, just put the phone down, and get in the pool."
I was about to respond, but my phone let out a loud beep before I could. It's another message.
We don't have to talk if you don't want to. A beautiful girl like you must get messages like this all the time.
"Aw." I said softly, and began to message him back.
"Brittany Susan Pierce, as your maker I command you to get in this pool!" Quinn demanded.
I stopped in the middle of my typing to look at her. We stared at each other for about two minutes before we both burst out into a fit of laughter. "You should really stop watching True Blood." I said wiping away a tear.
"Why? That show is awesome."
"That show is scary."
"Just get in the pool woman!"
"Alright, alright. Just let me finish up this message."
"Oh la la, Brittany's got her a boyfriend."
"Let's not jump the gun. He's just a cute face. I'm only being friendly."
Hi, sorry it took me so long, I was sunbathing. Thanks for all of the compliments. I think it'd be a great idea if we got to know each other. I love making new friends.
I quickly sent the message, and went to my friend requests. He was the first person on the list. I smiled before tapping confirm.
Friend request accepted
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11 months ago
"What in the actual hell, Santana?" Rachel yelled. "The first time you listen to my advice, the only time you listen to my advice you go and do something stupid like this?" She gave me a quick slap on the head. "This is stupid! Not to mention… Stupid!"
"It was your idea." I said in a small voice. No one told Rachel to come up to my room and accidentally find my fake account that I'm using to win my girl over with.
"No, don't you dare blame this on me! I told you to create an alter ego, so that you can build up your confidence. Not create a fake account!"
"But, it's practically the same thing. Brittany and I have been messaging each other for a month now, and I haven't chickened out yet."
"No, it's not the same thing. Santana, you're leading her on."
"How am I leading her on? My feelings for her are real!"
"Oh, maybe because she's going to end up falling for Cameron and not you Santana! This is wrong on so many levels."
A beep escaped my laptop and I turned to see a red one by my message icon.
"Wait, do you even know if she's gay?"
My eyes widened. Shit, my whole plan would be voided if she wasn't at least bisexual… Brittany never really dated anyone back in high school. Well, she did date that one Mike kid, but he doesn't count. He's a guy.
"Oh, what am I saying?" Rachel threw her hands up in the air. "You know everything and anything about this girl."
"Everything except that."
"So, you're telling me you don't know if she's gay? What the hell? What are you going to do? Get a sex change?"
"Rachel, seriously, you need to calm down. It's no big deal. I'll tell her everything before it gets too far."
"It's already gotten too far."
"Just calm your tits… I got this. I think, maybe I could possibly have a chance now. I can't abandon my plan so soon without trying it."
Rachel didn't say anything, she just flashed me one more disapproving look before storming out of my room.
I spun around in my chair to face my computer screen, taking a deep breath before I opened the message.
Hey, Cam! My sister invited a few friends out to go catch a movie. Would you like to come?
My eyes widened, and I took a big dry gulp.
"Shit."
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Brittany's POV
"Did he message you back yet?" Quinn asked.
"No."
"Let's just go. I'm tired of waiting on lover boy."
"Shut up Puck! Brittany really wants him to come." Quinn scolded.
"Yea, Puck!" I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Alright, alright." He lifted both of his hands in surrender. "Fine, we'll wait for him."
"Hey, Brittany you're phone's lighting up." Sam pointed to the object in my hand.
It's a Facebook notification! I did a little happy dance and quickly opened it.
Sorry, I can't make it tonight. :( But, the next time I'll be there for sure!
"Well, what'd he say?" Quinn asked excitedly.
"He can't make it tonight, but he'll be here the next time."
Everyone was silent for a while, but then Puck felt the overwhelming need to say something… as usual.
"What. A. Douche. I mean if you ask me, the guy's a total waste."
"Well, it's a good thing no one asked you, then huh?" Quinn patted him on the chest and began to walk past him. "Now let's get this show on the road."
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10 months ago
Brittany's POV
To: Cameron- So, you have my number now. What do you want to talk about?
From Cameron- Let's talk about you.
To Cameron- OK, well what about me do you want to talk about?
"Britt, honey, your father and I are going out for the night, I'm not really sure where Quinn is… So, looks like you have the house to yourself tonight." Mom said as she planted a kiss on my cheek.
"Alright, I love you mom!" I called out never taking my eyes away from my phone.
"Love you too baby, Goodnight!"
"Mhm." I mumbled, and I'm not even sure why. It's not like she could hear me anymore.
From Cameron- What do you like to do in your free time?
To Cameron- Well, I like to dance and sing, swimming is fun, plus I like to hang out with friends… Speaking of which, my parents and sister aren't home, and I'm a little lonely. Want to come over? :)
From Cameron- I'd love to, really, but I'm sort of in the middle of something. Sorry.
I let out a sigh and my shoulders dropped.
To Cameron- Oh, okay… maybe we could Skype later?
Honestly all I want to do is hang out with him, or at least see his face. We've been talking for two months, and maybe I have a slight crush on him. But, this is the fourth time he's turned me down.
From Cameron- Sorry, I'm not around any computers and it'd be inappropriate for me to start a video chat right in the middle of what I'm doing.
"Ugh!" I rolled over on my bed. I'd be lying if I say that I don't like the sense of mystery that he has, but I seriously want to know more. I picked up my phone and slid my thumbs over the screen, before I began to type out another message.
To Cameron- Maybe a quick phone call?
From Cameron- Sorry, I really am, but I can't do that right now either.
"Of course." I let my phone slip out of my hand, and fall somewhere on the bed. "Too busy."
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8 months ago
Santana's POV
"Rachel." I whined. "Brittany's mad at me again!" I buried my face in the crook of her neck.
"Let me guess, you told her you couldn't make it to one her outings because… let me guess, something came up?"
"You know me so well." I nuzzled my face deeper into her shoulder. "She asked me was I hiding something a few nights ago. I think she was only kidding, but could you imagine how freaked out I was?" I chuckled a little.
"Yea, I can only imagine." She sounded un-amused…
Wait a second. "Are you wearing my perfume?" I pushed her away.
"No absolutely not."
"Yes, you are! That's one I've been looking for."
"I am not!.. You left it at my house, so it became mine." She defended. "Now back to the situation at hand. You know, you're going to have to tell her one day, right?"
I shook my head no. "Yea, I know."
"Seriously, you're going to have to tell her."
"I know Rachel I ju-" I was cut off by my phone vibrating.
"If that's Brittany, tell her now!"
"Okay…" I agreed only to get her off my back.
I quickly unlocked my phone and a message from Brittany automatically popped up.
Listen, I know I said I was mad at you for being so busy. But, I'm not. I'm just frustrated because all I do now is wait by my phone to get a text from you. It's just that, I like you Cameron… Sounds silly coming from a girl you've never even met before right? But, I guess I'm just a silly person.
My heart swelled with joy, and I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.
It's not silly… I like you too.
Boy, is that an understatement.
"Did you tell her?" Rachel asked.
"There's no way I can tell her now. Look" I held out my phone for her to read our latest messages. "She likes me Rache! Brittany S. Pierce, the love of my life, actually likes me back." I'm over the moon about this. "This is what I've always wanted." For her to like me too, and she does. She likes me too.
I tore my eyes away from my phone and glanced up at Rachel only to see that she wasn't as happy as me. She was sporting a very sympathetic look.
"Why are you looking at me like that? This is great news!"
"No, Santana, it's not. She likes Cameron… I honestly don't know if you're lying to her or yourself."
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6 months later
Brittany's POV
"When are you going to meet him?" Tina asked.
She and Quinn decided to drag me out to dinner with them so that we could discuss my new obsession with Cameron. It's not an obsession… it's just a crush, a little crush which may or may not be that little anymore.
"I don't know he's always so busy. He just never has time to-"
"Yea, ok, and what is he so busy with?" Tina asked.
"Well, I-I don't really know actually."
"Mhm, Where's he from?"
"Uh, here, I guess."
"Here? You guess? What school did he go to?"
Gosh, Tina wasn't cutting me any slack.
"Uh…"
"Ok, have you had any type of skype sessions? Oovoo? Facetime?"
"No, not really."
"At least talked on the phone?"
I shook my head in response.
"Have you seen any more pictures of him besides the five on his Facebook page?"
"No."
"What the hell?" Tina asked confused.
"See, I told you something isn't right with this guy." Quinn said, sitting her for and knife to the side of her plate.
"No, he's just too busy."
"Oh, Brittany come on! You can't be that blind. This guy claims he likes you so much, but won't even make time for you from doing God knows what." Tina says.
"The girl has got a point." Quinn agrees.
"No, it's not like that. He's just really busy."
"He's too busy to make a phone call? That hardly sounds like the truth."
"Tina, lay off. I'm not lying."
"Britt, I know you're not lying. It's not you that I'm questioning, it's him."
Tina does have a point. How come we always talk about me? How come we never talk about him? Why is he always so busy? A phone call doesn't really take that long. I'd just like to hear his voice to make sure he's real. That couldn't possibly take up too much of his time.
"We're only trying to look out for you. We just think this whole situation seems a little fishy."
Something does seem a little off about him, even I have to admit that.
"Okay, I'm going to find out what's going on with him… One way or another."
Ok, I was going to continue this chapter, but I felt like I should split it at the halfway mark. So the next five months next chapter. We'll start the interrogation process and also Brittany contacts Nev. Review?
