Hey guys! So here's chapter two for you. It's still 'then'. but the next chapter will be 'now'. I'm thinking i will alternate between freshmen and senior year every two chapters. sound good? I want to thank all of you for reading my story and also ask you to: PLEASE REVIEW. It really makes me happy and helps me a lot, because otherwise i don't know if you guys like what i'm writing and i get writer's block cause i'm just a tiny bit insecure:D

disclaimer: don't own any of the characters.

Chapter 2 (Then)

Still the first day of high school…

She was finally here. High School!

Throwing her mum an absentminded wave goodbye as she drove away, wishing her good luck on her first day, Santana started off towards the school building. On her way there she passed the coolest people she had ever seen. Seniors! They were standing a few feet away, huddled in small groups and leaning against their cars. Their cars!

Oh man! I can't wait to have my own car and be able to drive to school myself, actually, to drive anywhere myself. Britt and I will have sooo much fun! Santana thought, as she watched some blond guy helping the most beautiful girl Santana had ever seen –except for Brittany of course - out of his silver convertible.

The girl was wearing a cheerleading uniform and was now giggling shrilly as the boy next to the one that had helped her out, pretended to challenge the blonde dude to a duel over her.

Santana noticed that the boys weren't the only ones staring at the girl and fighting for her attention. Two other girls dressed in cheerleading outfits had just joined the scene and were practically pushing each other to get to stand closest to her and one of them even seemed to ask if she could carry the beautiful blonde girl's purse for her.

Yes, they had purses. Santana looked down at the straps of her black and blue backpack she was holding in both of her hands. Urgh! I should have thought of that! This is so totally lame! I look like a hitch-hiker!

Frustrated by her obvious incapability to dress the part – the part being `coolest freshmen ever to have walked the halls of McKinley High' – Santana kept her eyes on the ground and shuffled forward in the general direction of the entrance. She was just leaving the parking lot and desperately cursing herself for having forgotten to tell Brittany when and where they would meet, when she heard roaring laughter to her left.

She looked up and saw Noah Puckerman and a few of his guy friends standing a few feet away. They were in a circle and hysterically laughing and pointing at something in the middle.

No, not something, someone.

"Brittany!" Santana ran over to where Brittany was standing between all those guys – most of whom she already knew from middle school – looking lost and confused. "What? I don't get it! …

Oh , hey , Santana!" The blonde's face lit up with joy and relief as she spotted her best friend pushing Finn aside to get to her.

"Get out of my way Hudson! Britt where were y…! What are you wearing?" Just now had the Latina noticed what must be the reason for the boys' laughter.

Brittany was wearing an awful-looking, green and black school uniform that, to make the picture complete, was slightly too big for her, causing it to hang loosely around her body and her hands to vanish completely in the sleeves.

"What?" Brittany whimpered, high pitched and shaky. "Why are you all laughing at me? And why are none of you wearing your uniforms?"

Tears started to escape the blonde girl and Santana quickly hurried to her side, putting an arm protectively around her waist and pulling her away from the still sniggering group of freshmen boys.

When they were a few yards away, behind the wall of the closest building, Santana pulled Brittany into her arms for a short moment, to calm her down as she had started sniffling wildly.

"Ssh, ssh, there, there! It's okay, Britt. Those idiots are gone now!" Brittany squirmed out of the brunette's hug and looked at her friend's clothes. "Why aren't you wearing your uniform, San?"

Santana was confused. "Britt-Britt this high school doesn't have a uniform… and from what I've seen walking around here, I don't think they have a dress-code at all!"

The Blonde's face looked contorted in bewilderment and sadness. "What?"

"Yeah…there're no uniforms here. Why did you think there were, sweety?" Santana asked soothingly, rubbing Brittany's shoulders and trying to read her facial expression. Somewhere inside rang a bell, announcing the beginning of their first class.

"But…" she sniffled again "but Noah told me that there were! He said we all had to come in a uniform or they wouldn't even let us into the school." Her lower lip starting to quiver, Brittany's eyes were looking at Santana, not understanding what was happening.

Santana growled. "Puckerman!"

I'm going to kill him! I'll slice him open and slowly rip his organs out one by one! She could not believe that douche and his douchey friends still couldn't leave Brittany alone! Hadn't he learnt his lesson when she had kicked him in the nuts after he had pulled Brittany by the hair and called her a 'dummy-doll' last year?

Another one of Brittany's heart-wrenching sniffles brought Santana out of her murderous thoughts and back to her best friend standing in front of her, crying softly.

"Aaaw, sweety! Don't worry. He's an asshole! He just wanted to make fun of you! Hey, hey…but you showed him, huh!" She hugged Brittany tightly before releasing her and bowing her head to look into Brittany's somewhat red eyes, which were staring at the ground.

"What do you mean?" Brittany hiccupped. "I look stupid! And I don't even have time to go home and change!" she howled. Resting her head against Santana's shoulder Brittany mumbled into her best friend "I hate high school!"

Santana couldn't stand seeing Brittany like this and made a pact with herself to personally hunt those freakin' idiots down and give them a piece of her mind… and her new pepper spray her abuela had given her for her life in high school: 'para la protección contra la mala gente!'

Well Puckerman and his pack of Neanderthals were definitely bad people and she needed to protect Brittany.

Gently stroking Brittany's hair, Santana let out a little chuckle and said quietly.

"But Britt-Britt. You could never look stupid! And don't you dare change out of that. You look bitchin'! I mean it…you look great. It suits you. And anyway, have you seen what that freak Rachel Berry was wearing? Seriously. Next to her you could be wearing a spacesuit and people wouldn't notice!"

This elicited a muffled chuckle out of the blonde, who was still leaning against her best friend and when she looked up Santana was glad to see that she had stopped crying and that her eyes had that spark again.

"Thanks, Sanny! You're the best!" Brittany smiled. "You, too. Now let's get to class. I think our mums would probably not be too proud if we got detention on our first day of high school."

The two best friends sniggered and went around the corner towards the entrance.

When they had almost stepped inside, Santana shot one last look over the now empty parking lot and then to the big letters above their heads saying `McKinley High School'.

Right. High School. Here we go…

So, I hope you liked it. tell me what you think...