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Chapter Two

Santana and Brittany were having lunch together. "Where did you move from?" asked Brittany.

"California," Santana answered simply.

"I hear it's sunny."

"Yep. There are loads of beaches. There are many great places to tan and to surf." Brittany furrowed her eyebrows.

"You're not naturally tanned?" asked a confused Brittany.

"I wish." Brittany chuckled.

"Why did you move?" said Brittany.

"My father moved his practice. He's a doctor. How about you? You lived in Lima all your life?" Brittany nodded.

"Pretty much. It's a boring town."

"I kinda noticed," Santana said with a smirk.

Later on, Santana walked into her Spanish class. She saw familiar faces like the dwarf, the Barbie, the guy with the mohawk, the guy with the mohawk's sidekick, and Brittany. Santana went towards Mr. Schuester. "Hello everyone," said Mr. Schuester. "We have a new student named Santana Lopez. "Would you like to tell the class about yourself?"

Santana scoffed. "No."

"Okay. Find a seat wherever you'd like." Santana nodded.

"I have a seat for you," said Puck. "Right here." Puck pointed to his lap.

Santana glared at Puck. "Cute," said Santana sarcastically. Santana walked past him. She noticed a vacant seat next to Brittany. She headed to the seat.

"Puck!" Mr. Schuester said. Puck rolled his eyes.

"She's sitting next to the airhead?" Puck said. "My offer was so much better."

"Puck, that's enough! Today we will be learning how to conjugate verbs." Mr. Schuester began writing on the board. "We'll start with one that you're all familiar with: hablar."

Santana looked over to Brittany's notebook. Brittany was doodling ducks. Santana was confused about the drawing. "What's with the ducks?" Santana whispered.

"I love ducks," responded Brittany with a grin. "A duck saved my life once."

"Who knows the singular version of hablar?" Mr. Schuester asked. Rachel raised her hand straight in the air. No one else raised their hands. "Does anyone else know? Quinn?"

"Hablas?" Quinn said with a shrug. Santana scoffed at Quinn's answer. Quinn scowled at Santana.

"Close, but not quite."

"Hablo," said Rachel. "Yo hablo."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Obviously," Santana muttered under her breath. Brittany heard what Santana said and giggled.

"Good. How about the version for él or élla?"

"Finn?" Mr. Schuester said.

"Uh I don't know," replied Finn. "Ask Rachel."

Mr. Schuester sighed. "Could someone help him out?" Mr. Schuester asked. Rachel raised her hand eagerly. "Someone other than Rachel?" Rachel frowned, but still had her hand raised. Mr. Schuester looked towards the back of the room. He knew that Brittany would have an answer that might not be related to the class. Maybe the new girl would have a response. "Santana?"

Santana's classmates looked in her direction. "Habla," Santana said. Rachel put her hand down.

"Of course she would know that, Mr. Schuester," began Rachel. Santana rolled her eyes. "She's Hispanic. She has an unfair advantage to the rest of the class well except me of course." Mr. Schuester sighed.

"Does she ever shut up?" Santana asked Brittany after class.

"Unfortunately no," answered Brittany. Santana laughed. "Have you made any other friends?"

"Not really. It's slim pickings. Especially with people like Berry or Barbie." Brittany stopped in her tracks.

"There's a girl named Barbie that goes to this school?"

"No, I meant Quinn."

Brittany put her head down. "Oh," Brittany sighed. "I always say such dumb things."

For some reason, Santana hated the comment that the taller girl made about herself. Santana raised Brittany's chin. "No, you don't. They're actually kinda refreshing." Brittany was confused. "Your thinking is different in a good way." What was wrong with me? Was I starting to go soft? A smile formed on Brittany's face. Seeing her smile somehow made Santana going soft worth it.

After school, Brittany was by her locker. Santana walked towards Brittany. "Hey," Santana said.

"Hey. How was the rest of your first day?"

"Nothing special. Where are you headed?" Brittany took out her books.

"Practice for Glee. You?"

"I'm heading home. I'm supposed to meet my parents for dinner."

"That's cool. I'll see you tomorrow then." Brittany began to walk away, but Santana stopped her.

"What's your number?"

"I…I don't remember," Brittany admitted. Brittany took out her phone for Santana to add her number. Santana added her number into Brittany's phone. She texted a message to her own phone.

"Now we have each other's number."

"Cool." Brittany smiled.

Tbc…