I am so sorry about the previous state of this chapter. It has been fixed. Enjoy :)
When Santana and Quinn got into the Glee Club that afternoon, they saw that they were both too late. The only two seats that were open were the ones behind Berry and the Asian girl with the super obvious fake studder.
"Fuck." Quinn murmured under her breath.
"Just calm down Quinn damn. It isn't even a big deal." What was a big deal is the fact that she isn't going sitting next to Brittany. She mentally punched herself, being careful to not show anyone that she was upset about it.
"Alright Glee Club! I've got a brand new lesson for us. In this jar, I have a piece of paper with each of your names. Now, the assignment is to perform a duet with your partner by the end of the week."
Santana was never very fond of Mr. Shue. He was too upbeat and optimistic for his own good. She watched as each person went up to pick a name.
Quinn got up from her seat and walked to the front. She reached into the jar and mixed the papers up a little bit. The last thing she wanted was to pick someone she couldn't stand.
She sighed. "Rachel." She turned to see that Rachel clapped her hands in joy. Rolling her eyes, she walked back over to the chairs and took the seat next to the brunette that smelt of strawberries and eucalyptus.
"Alright Santana you're up." She walked towards the front. Before picking a name she looked around. There were only three other people left. The cripple, Trouty mouth and Brittany. Her heart stopped for a second, knowing that there was a chance she could be paired up with her.
God please help me. She pulled a paper out of the jar and slowly unfolded it. What was only a couple of seconds seemed like forever. At the last second she was afraid. What if she didn't get Brittany's name? What if she ended up getting Trouty mouth? She'd probably get swallowed up by the gaping hole in his mouth when he took a breath in between sentences.
"Brittany."
She looked over at the blonde. And she swore that she saw her smile. Brittany moved her backpack so that Santana could sit down next to her.
Santana felt like she never did before. She was nervous. It wasn't something that she felt often because she never had a reason to be nervous. But today was different. She had been watching this girl from afar for a long time now. And of all days- today was the day she was paired up with her. It felt like a sign. Like fate intervened.
"So..." Santana muttered, nervous as hell. "Do you have any ideas for a song you wanna do?"
Brittany just sat there, staring at Santana for a couple seconds. "Sorry, you're just so... nice looking."
Nice looking? That'snew. "Uh.. Thanks?"
"I'm sorry. That sounded much better in my head. My mom always tells me to think about what I'm saying before it comes out but I guess that time it worked against me."
"Its alright, don't worry about it." Santana chuckled. "I was thinking, maybe we could do a sort of slow song?"
"I like country."
"Oh? Okay. Well we could do a countr-" And the bell rang. "Damn."
Brittany grabbed Santana's phone from the side pocket of her backpack and started typing something.
"Hey what are you doing?" She realized that it came out pretty rude. The blonde looked sort of sad. "Uh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to cone out like that."
"I was just putting in my number." She slipped the phone back into the netted pocket. Santana smiled a little. She had her number now. In a way it was like a dream come true. She was always given numbers but she was never interested. "You should smile more. You're always so mad." And with that, Brittany got up and walked up.
Santana sat there for a few more seconds, sort of taken back by what Brittany had told her. Other people's opinion never mattered before. But hearing it from her made her feel some type of way.
"I'm not doing some sappy ass love song, Berry." Santana snapped out of her daydream to see Quinn and Rachel arguing.
"It's a duet, Quinn. Most duets are love songs." Santana grabbed Quinn by the arm.
"Sorry Berry. I'm gonna take her from this lovely conversation. We have practice." Rachel nodded, and they started to walk away.
"I am not doing a stupid duet with Berry." Quinn was obviously upset. "You know how she gets. All controlling and stuff."
"Well you don't really have a choice, Q." They were walking into the locker room now. The rest of the cheerios were already on the field stretching.
"You must be happy though. You got that blonde."
"Brittany."
"Yeah, whatever. Brittany. I don't know what you see in her anyway. You don't even know anything about her yet you never stop talking about her." Santana looked over at her friend. Quinn was right. The most she knew about the girl was that she was in Glee Club and ran track.
"Well I have a chance to get to know her now."
And she was going to take advantage of every second she could to get to know her better.
Santana pulled her phone out and opened up a new text.
Hey its Santana. Wanna meet up later for coffee or something? I can pick you up when I'm finished with practice.
Within seconds, she got a reply.
Sure. Sounds good. Let me know when you're finished.
Little did she know, befriending Brittany would change her life.