"Good morning class," Mrs Garnet called, walking into the room. Brittany sat next to Santana and took out her pencil case. It was in the shape of a sheep. Santana took out hers – it was transparent and plastic – nothing in comparison to Brittany's. Her pencils were beautifully sharpened whilst most of Santana's were blunt and chewed at the end. Santana edged her pencil case slightly away.
"Good morning, Mrs Garnet. Good morning, everyone," Brittany recited with the class, breaking Santana thoughts.
"Since parents evening is approaching we are going to spend today creating some beautiful artwork to display on the walls," explained Mrs Garnet placing a piece of paper on each desk. The paper was a printed design of a farm, consisting of a farmer surrounded by animals, waving out of the page. Santana rolled her eyes; it was so cheesy. Brittany must've been excited though as her hands starting drumming against the table.
Mrs Garnet sat at the teacher's desk at the front of the class and starting reading a book on post-traumatic stress (of course that's what she's doing - it is Glee after all). The class started colouring their pictures in silence.
Brittany immediately grabbed a yellow pencil and started colouring in the sun. Santana watched her for a moment, she would frequently colour outside of the lines but Santana didn't suppose it mattered – shouldn't the sun have beams coming out of it anyway?
Santana took a pink pencil out of her case and started lightly colouring in a pig. She thought of Puck and grinned. Brittany suddenly ceased colouring in the sun and started to colour in one of her pigs in the same colour she was using before… yellow. Santana noticed this and gave Brittany a confused look. It was the kind of look she would often give Brittany from now on if she did or said something peculiar. Santana didn't question it though. At least she was colouring between the lines better now.
Mrs Garnet was now walking round the class, making sure everyone was getting on with their work. She would frequently nod and encourage the children. But she paused at Brittany.
"Brittany, aren't pigs pink?" she questioned. "Why are you colouring them in yellow?"
"Yellow's my favourite colour," Brittany replied simply.
"Well perhaps try a few more colours," Mrs Garnet suggested. She continued walking around the room.
"I wish everything could be yellow," Brittany added, thinking out loud.
Santana then adopted her next facial expression she would always give Brittany throughout their friendship. It was a warm and loving smile – Santana couldn't help it; the thought of everything being bright and yellow in the world was lovely. Maybe Brittany wasn't stupid - maybe she just had a beautiful outlook on things...
"That's silly," Santana heard Puck snort from behind them. "Why would you want everything to be yellow?" Brittany turned around on her chair and starred at him.
"To make people smile. The sun is yellow and it's always smiling."
"You know the sun doesn't actually have a face though, right?" Puck asked.
"Yeah it does…" Brittany lifted up the picture of the farmyard. She was right – the sun had a black pair of shades on and a smile across its face.
"Well only in pictures then," Puck said.
"He's right," Finn added.
"How do you know?" Brittany asked. "The sun's too bright for you to look at." Puck paused for a second. Santana smiled again.
"And I thought Puck was stupid…" Finn muttered. Puck punched him lightly in the arm. Brittany's face saddened.
"Don't call Brittany stupid," Santana snapped, turning around on her chair and drawing a pink line down Finn's and Puck's piece of paper.
"Miss!" they both protested but Mrs Garnet was now back at the front of the class, ignoring them in favour of her book. Santana grinned and turned back round.
"Thanks," Brittany beamed at Santana who returned the smile. How many times had she smiled today? Totally out of character. Maybe it was time to leave playing with the boys for Brittany (yeah I know what you guys are thinking), especially if they didn't really think of her as their friend…
"No problem," Santana replied. "What are best friends for?"
Brittany smiled at the mention of best friends and took Santana's right hand in her left. She squeezed it tightly and didn't let go as she returned to colouring in her picture yellow.
Santana looked down to their hands together and felt her heart race. Not only had Brittany accepted becoming Santana's best friend but she had seemed excited about it. Santana had actually found someone who wanted to befriend her instead of being forced.
Santana knew she needed her right hand back to finish her colouring but she couldn't seem to bring herself to sever the contact between her and her new best friend, Brittany. Instead she picked up her pink pencil in her left hand and coloured in with that.
It was much harder to stay in between lines but from now on Santana would always be the girl who struggled colouring in with her left as she refused to let go with her right. And when Mrs Garnet would eventually ask why she wouldn't use her right, she would reply, "But then how would I hold onto Brittany?"
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