Chapter Two
My name is Brittany S. Pierce, not to be confused with Britney Spears. My whole life I've been an outcast. I've seen it all. From names to online sabatoge to physicall violence. I never really knew why people hated me so much. I thought that maybe it was my hair but Quinn has the same hair. Or that maybe it was my height but Finn is even taller than me. Over the years I've learned not to dwell on it. But that doesn't dull the sting of words from Santana. Or even the literal sting of the big quench she likes to throw at me every morning. Every time Santana aims to hurt me I get a funny feeling in my stomach, and not the good kind. The tingly kind that makes me want to cry. But tears wont stop it. I cant cry in front of Santana. I cant see the smirk of satisfaction every time she hurts me. We used to be friends. Best friends. But then freshman year came and everything changed. She said to me "Brittany, either you stop acting stupid all the time or you cant make it in high school. That's just how it is." She would spend her Saturday nights out partying with the popular kids while I stayed home studying trying to "be smart" like Santana. My mom said that i just have a way of thinking that most people dont understand. She says that I'm not stupid, I'm special. Kids at school call me special but not in a good way. Santana seems to enjoy when people say that to me. In fact, I think she started It. Atleast Santana doesn't hit me. Quinn Fabray likes to punch more than she likes to use words. She's the reason why I'm not on the Cheerios. I love to dance so I figured that I could join the one school activity that involves dance. I remember when she told me that she was appalled with my audition and that it was an insult to all Cheerios. I wasn't too upset though because about a week later Glee Club started and it was the best thing that ever happened to me since highschool started. I made great friends and I get to dance all the time. They were my first friends in this school and they are super fun. Kurt is my favorite, he is a total unicorn. I'm a bicorn, meaning that I like guy parts and lady parts. I dont like one more than the other. I just like anyone that catches my eye. Santana is the only person that ever really caught my eye. The way her hair shines when it catches the light. I bet her hair is really soft too. I love her caramel skin and her deep brown eyes. Her eyes used to be so warm and inviting but now her eyes are so cold that I can barely look into them anymore. But I still want everything with Santana. I want to kiss her and cuddle with her. I want to stay up all night just so we could talk about anything we wanted to. I want to be the one to tell her that everything will be alright when she is upset. I want to make her smile and catch her tears. But so far I dont think we'll be getting to that point. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I was on the Cheerios or if i went to a couple parties. Maybe Santana would like me. Maybe one day id get the guys to tell her that I love her. Because I really do love her. I love everything about her. If only she loved herself. Maybe if she loved herself she'd let me love her. Because god knows I'd do anything for her. If she wants, I'll get it. When she pushes I bend.
This is still a bit of a filler chapter. I'm just trying to give you guys some backround before i really jump into the story.