Santana POV
"Mom!" I shouted sprinting down the stairs as fast as I could, still pulling my hair up into my signature high pony.
"Yes Santana, in the kitchen" her mom replied as she was washing Jakes bowl that he had just used for breakfast.
"Why didn't you wake me uppp!" Santana whined stuffing her books that she needed for her day's lessons in her bag. Monday, great that just means enduring one hour of soul destroying Spanish, with none other than pedo bear Will Schuester.
"Santana you're 17 years old I shouldn't have to wake you up. There's a cereal bar in the cupboard." Her mother gestured to around the kitchen randomly grabbing her keys from the side and giving the rushing brunette a fleeting hug before taking Jake's bag in her free hand and opening the front door. "Have a good day at school and for goodness sake please don't be late again Mija"
I let out a huffed response as I pulled on my shoes hearing the door slam. Glancing up at the clock in the kitchen that now read 8:30 it sent a surge of urgency to get into school on time, maybe it was the impending glance of the blonde that I hadn't been able to get out of my mind since Wednesday or maybe it was the fact Sue Sylvester had threatened more laps of the track than settled comfortably for my peace of mind if I was late again. Either way all of which added up to a frenzy of grabbing bits and pieces and running up and down the stairs more times than I could handle.
I was out the door in record timing and finally in my 'sweet 16' car my dad had bought me only a year ago, a girl's gotta arrive in style right. I pulled into my usual parking space next to Quinn's car to see the green eyed blonde leaning against her car with an amused expression on her face as I clambered out pulling my standard cheerio bag on my back and locked my prized mustang. As my gaze met Quinn's pulling a smile upon my face instantly that came with all the feelings I've been so expertly repressing.
"Just in time San" She smirked, backing off her car and falling in step with my stride as I headed to the entrance. "Rush was it?"
"What makes you say that?" I laughed skipping up the steps and walking into the locker filled hallways that I've been oh so familiar with, memories good and bad but mostly forgettable, "Well Sherlock?"
"Your make up looks like you applied it with a blind fold on and I'm not even going to get started on the hair." I groaned, shutting my eyes with a sigh.
"Fucking brilliant"
"Come here babe" Quinn laughed as I stuttered on my own words as she lead us into the girls bathroom settling her bag on the side by the mirrors and pulling out her make-up bag. 5 minutes later I resumed my ora of confidence and strode through the halls to English with Quinn's arm linked through mine. No one questioned it, despite knowing my obvious sexual orientation it was just a normal routine that nearly everyone had become accustomed to. Quinn was my wing girl, or so everyone thought to me I was hers.
"Lopez, Fabray. 5 Minutes late again, what excuse do you have for me now?" Mrs Thomas accused as the whole class basically stared at us like we had shot a puppy in front of them.
"No reason."
"Well there was, Santana's make up looked like shit so I rectified it." Quinn laughed as she quickly manuvered through the desks and took her space next to the gothic Asian, Tina I think it was.
"Well Santana can you please do that in your free time rather than my lessons. Sit down"
"Whatever." I muttered shaking my head and taking up my designated place at the front next to one Rachel Berry. As a set of blue eyes followed her actions from the back of the class, the lesson dragged on in typical fashion. Santana finishing her work fairly quickly although never as quick as Mike then the rest of the time being consumed by Rachel discussing her point's of views on the text and literary devices with Mrs Thomas entertaining her which only provided encouragement for my headache to increase.
With 10 minutes to go and the clock seemingly stuck on the same time for the past half an hour, I quickly became irritated by Berry's voice. I raised my hand quickly as Mrs Thomas stopped mid way through her sentence clearly interested by what I had to say.
"Yes Santana?" she said catching the attention of the class at the mention of my name.
"Well Mrs, I was just going to ask if you could spare us all the next 10 minutes of Rachel's voice. See it's a complete waste of oxygen and I'd much rather go to Spanish without a headache." I said sincerely as a few of the class laughed along.
"Santana the world does not revolve around you, just in case you failed to notice that. And I would appreciate it if you kept your irrelevant comments to yourself unless you have something constructive to say." Mrs sighed as I folded my arms across my chest not breaking the staring match I was now having with the teacher.
"Well I've finished the work and I'm fairly sure you haven't got anything constructive to say either." I retorted standing up and placing my work on her desk as I grabbed my things and pulled over one shoulder opening the door.
"I'm sorry Brittany I know this isn't the best impression you could have had of McKinley" I paused quickly at the mention of Brittany turning around and meeting the hard gaze of those captivating blue eyes.
"It's fine." She said shyly clearly not wanting to be called out in front of the class as she ducked away from my gaze as I quickly left the room and leant against the lockers to the side of the door. Fucking great, how the hell didn't I notice her!? Now I bet she thinks I'm some ego induced bitch. Not that everyone else thinks different to that but I'd at least like to make a good first impression.
I leant back slightly looking in through the window in the door as I scanned the room to see Brittany leaning her head against her left hand and biting the end of her black ball point pen as she stared down at the desk. I carried on staring though the window watching the class, watching Kurt get paper chucked at the back of his head by some Jocks I can barely remember the name of, watching Quinn as she appeared deep in thought but more so Brittany. I must have been standing there a while as the bell suddenly pulled me out of my trance as I quickly leant against the lockers to the side of the door, not wanting to be caught as some form of stalking freak, I folded my arms across my chest as the onslaught of losers came piling out of the door. Look cool, I told myself over and over. What if she thinks I'm a weird desperate loser...? I groaned leaning my head against the locker trying to filter out any heart racing thoughts.
"Lopez Spanish let's go" a familiar voice uttered as I felt a grip tighten on my forearm more or less dragging me out of my inner planning to spark up a conversation with the new girl without looking desperate and friendless. The latter definitely not, I just prefer to choose my close acquaintances' and so far Mercedes, Quinn and Artie have yet to break the defences.
"Uh wah the fuck? Oh um hey , um I would but I have to, um apologize to Mrs T you go ahead, save me a seat or something" I muttered ringing my attention away from Quinn and focusing it back on the door as the last few filtered through.
"Is this some like period mood swing? Apocalypse? Santana apologising..." she paused shaking her head as she walked away. As I quickly glanced in through the window again noticing the Blonde was heading to the door causing me to quickly lean back against the lockers pretending to be shocked when the door swung open.
"Oh Um hey. Brittany right?" I tried looking up from my nails and meeting her glance but still no words. "So good first day so far?" I tried again, already noticing the weird glances that were coming my way from the various jocks and cheerleaders in the halls probably wondering what I was doing speaking to the new girl.
"Could say that." She said nonchalantly not even trying to engage in a conversation with me. I tried to keep up but her pace was quickly increasing until she stopped by Mrs. I swallowed the English dictionary and didn't invest in a mute button. My pace slowed as I lingered to the side of Brittany unsure of what to do, I mean she's totally just blew me off but if I walk away I'll look like a total reject. No chance.
"Hey Rach, do you know where Schuesters Spanish lesson is?" The internal scrutinisation was already ticking in my head, for one her tone was much softer, friendlier and certainly not as hostile as what I was graced with. And since when the fuck between the start of school and second lesson did she get all nickname bases with 'Rach', I thought as I glared in confusion both at Rachel and Brittany.
"I actually have a, um place to be now. But Santana knows she could take you if she's not bust of course" Rachel tentatively suggested causing for the first time in my life a feeling of gratitude no scratch that relative thankfulness at Rachel's inability to help the blonde. The groan Brittany replied with took that feeling right away. I rolled my eyes with irritation and stared at my nails again as Brittany seemed to be pleading with Rachel.
"Look Britt, I'll meet you at lunch" the brunette said offering a smile.
"I guess..."
"Come on then, I haven't got all day." I said instantly feeling regret as the blonde's expressions only hardened further but what the hell?! How, am I not meant to feel angry right now! "Look, I can't be late to another lesson so if we could get a move on..." I added this time altering my tone noticing Berry's look of confusion. I can't blame her though, she was almost 100% expecting a No or a bitchy comment. Receiving neither I had to rectify that.
"Rachel you might want to close your mouth before we get sucked up in like a black hole" I smirked turning around not waiting for a response but I'm sure I heard her mutter something about me saying her actual name for once and 'progress'. Shaking the thought's of the dramatic brunette out of my head I turned to the tall blonde as we walked through the hall.
"So are you always so quiet Britt. Any, Brittany." I covered with a cough not wanting to fall into uneasy territory, but more or less being dragged into it by Brittany.
"Are you always such a bitch?" she shrugged with a sarcastic smile as for the first time in my life I didn't have an answer, no comeback, no insult, no nothing. Just a shake of my head as the sudden feeling of disappointment washed over me. It's obviously clear I'm not going to get anywhere with this blonde but if she thinks I'm going to roll over and be all...
"Hey, where's the room? I thought you can't be late or something?" she snapped waving her hand in front of my face.
"It's just there or can't you see." I said through my clenched jaw, the feeling of bitterness not leaving any time soon. I mean what the fuck did I do to her?!
"Right" she finished with a click of her tongue as she turned around about to enter the certain soul destroying room.
"What's your problem?" I snapped out quickly as her hand on the door fell to her side.
"Mainly you, and like you said I'd rather not waste your precious oxygen explaining it to you now if you don't mind I'd like to go to Spanish."
"I haven't done anything to you Blondie so I don't know who you think you are."
"Well you certainly weren't acting like this pretentious bitch on Halloween, so no. You haven't done anything to me, but I don't want to be 'associated'" she hissed causing me to gulp under her stare. "Myself with someone like you"
"What" I laughed regaining my confidence, all chances of friendship's blow out the window now so may as well go all out. "What part of me isn't what you were expecting? Was I meant to go walking around the halls hanging out buckets of candy and smiling...?"
"No" I was cut off as she laughed, how the fuck was anything I said funny! "You're everything I expected that's my point. So don't worry about meeting some high expectations I may have made if you thought that you're highly mistaken Santana."
"What the fuck is..."
I could barely start my sentence let alone finish it because by the time I'd thought of a vicious insult she had the door open and was stepping inside causing me to follow.
"Oh you must be Brittany, I'm Mr Schuester we're very happy to have you here." He smiled offering a hand which she took as I inwardly cringed shutting the door behind me. My anger still hadn't subsided as I headed over to Quinn who had saved me a seat
"Santana can I have a word for a second please."
"What I wasn't even that late!" I bit back quickly sighing and making my way back to him but staying at least 2 feet away in fear of my own safety. He probably has some white van waiting outside.
"I'd like you to sit next to Brittany for a few weeks, she's moved here mid-year and Spanish was the only available language for her to take so it's relatively new to her and well you're the best student in here."
"No way" I snarled turning around to look at Brittany who had already taken up her seat at the back of the room looking equally as displeased at the announcement.
"Santana there is no room for discussion." He said slightly raising his voice.
"I don't even know why I'm in here! I don't need to learn Spanish! And I'm certainly not helping some freak new girl." I glared back at him.
"Do I need to make an appointment with Figgins again Santana?"
"Fine, but I'm not helping her." I muttered in defeat heading to the back of the room and slamming my bag down on the ground next to my seat a little harder than intended as the whole class went silent and turned around.
"Take a picture it'll last longer. I'll sign them if you like?" the majority of the class quickly turned away again and returned their attention to Sir as I heard Brittany chuckle lightly to herself.
"Get over yourself." She whispered only enraging me further causing me to clench my pen almost to the point of breaking it. The next 30 minutes was torturous. Listening to Sir speak and watching the class write notes that I obviously didn't need to make so I ended up spending the majority of the lesson either texting Mercedes or doodling on my note pad.
"What so you just sit here and do nothing? Are you really that arrogant?" she muttered as I stopped the movements of my pen.
"I'm fluent, so stop making assumptions before you know the facts." I hissed back hating the effect her words had on me. Most people piss me off which is certainly no lie, but she's another matter entirely.
"Right now, discuss what you've written down with your partner. I want both of you to be able to say at least one sentence of how your holiday was by the end of the lesson. 30 minutes to go guys." I went back to my drawing as the noise level in the class slowly increased with everyone practising and altering their sentence. As Brittany carried on scribbling things down, 10 minutes went by and the majority of the class already had what they wanted to say down so where spending the last of the lesson talking bullshit about what they did in the holidays with each other. It's interesting how much you can find out when you just listen. Apparently Karofsky had 'banged 4 chicks in one night' and apparently 'Puck had doubled that'. I looked at Brittany who was biting down on her pen again this time her facial expression screaming confusion as she muttered some words in Spanish that sounded like 'time and move'.
"What are you trying to say?" I asked not making eye contact but staring at my phone as the guilt finally made me offer help.
"Um, this" she replied sliding the pad over to me where the sentence in English read.
'I moved from New Jersey 2 weeks ago so I've spent the majority of my time unpacking and dancing in my spare time.'
With her attempts of translating that underneath into Spanish weren't far wrong. I nodded slowly underlining the mistakes she'd made sliding my chair slightly closer to her so she could see the mistakes she'd made.
"Those are close but not quite right. Um you've written 'move' instead of 'moved' so just switch those around because the sentence doesn't read right" I muttered showing her on the page as I wrote above the correct word. "Dancing is said bailando but instead you've written baile" I shrugged correcting it again as she watched the page in front of her in silence. "That's all really you've got the rest." I said moving back away from the blonde and resuming my attention to my phone.
"Thanks" she muttered now leaving an awkward silence between us as she just sat there not doing anything, at least before she was preoccupied.
"Yo nos mudamos de New Jersey hace 2 semanas por lo que he pasado la mayor parte de mi tiempo de desempacar y bailando en mi tiempo libre." I said repeating her sentence back to her.
"Excuse me?"
"That's how you say it. I mean like pronounce the words." I shrugged. "You try."
She tried to say the sentence back to me in a Spanish accent but her American one flooded through making it impossible not to laugh.
"I'm sorry" I laughed again seeing the Blonde's expressions harden. "What it's funny?" I shrugged as she shook her head and crossed her arms turning away from me obviously not understanding that I was only joking with her.
"It's good for your first attempt though, most people in here can barely string two words together and they've had much longer."
"Thanks Santana" she sighed. "What do I have to do? Like stand up and say it or does he like come over here?"
"Nope, you don't have to say it. Pedo bear will just have a look at it and tell you if it's right or wrong which I'm surprised he can do"
"So why did you get me to say it?" she groaned as her cheeks blushed red a little bit.
"Because I knew it'd be funny." I laughed noticing there the bell was about to go any second as I placed all my things back in my bag and stood up.
"Thanks for the help but I still don't like you" she said with conviction mimicking my actions as Sir ordered the class to bring their work to him.
"Feeling's mutual." I shrugged and headed off in Quinn's direction full well knowing the feeling was far from mutual but hey what can you do.
