Just Across The Tracks
Chapter Two
Despite all of his previous worries, Brett actually found himself taking a liking to McKinley High.
He had effectively gotten kicked out of his first class, walked in half an hour late to his second, and managed to flood an entire bathroom all before lunch.
Though the last one was kinda accidental.
He was just killing time before he headed to his third class of the day, and wanted to see how much toilet paper could fit in the tiny toilet.
He guessed three rolls.
He won.
The janitor certainly didn't, however.
Now, as he sauntered casually toward the cafeteria, he had a newly found sense of comfort and relaxation. No one dared to mess with the new kid.
Of course, they might have also been creeped out because he hadn't taken his sunglasses off once today, even during lessons.
They all probably thought that he was the blonde version of James Bond.
James Blonde.
The blonde snickered quietly to himself.
God he was hilarious.
He was about to walk through the double doors that would lead him into cafeteria when he heard a commotion to his left, glancing over casually and completely doing a double take.
There stood his future wife, getting all worked up and waving her hands around emphatically, as if they alone proved whatever point she was trying to make. Her dark eyes flashed with a sexy sort of anger.
Well, to others it would probably be frightening.
But others weren't Brett, who was currently imagining the song "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye playing in the background while Santana moved in slow motion.
As nonchalantly as possible, the blonde badass checked his breath and straightened out his leather jacket, starting his walk over this his soon-to-be-but-not-really girlfriend.
Until he heard what he was actually being said.
And rather, who it was being said to.
"I'm sorry I ran into you Santana, I truly apologize. As much as I would like to rewind those few disastrous moments, I can't. So if we could-"
"Berry, how do you not exhaust yourself with your constant talking? Now I'd shut up before I go Lima Heights Adjacent on your sorry hobbit ass."
Brett's eyes flashed with irritation. He hadn't known Rachel for more than a few hours, but the girl seemed nice enough. Definitely too nice for such harsh words.
Without thinking, he finished his walk over and ignored the stares both girls gave him, the surrounding students doing the same.
"What seems to be the problem ladies?" Brett asked calmly, looking directly at Santana, one blonde eyebrow quirked up as if to say "try me".
"Oh, hello, Brett! Santana and I were just-"
"The hobbit was too busy looking for her precious ring that she didn't see precious goods walking right in front of her." Santana stated bluntly, but not rudely. Which confused the crowd of teens that had grown since Brett had arrived.
Since when was Santana Lopez not rude?
"Ah, I see." Brett replied, pretending to think for a moment. "And did you say sorry, Rachel?"
The smaller brunette nodded emphatically, clearly looking for a way to defuse this awkward situation. "Multiple times, I might add."
"Then what gives, Sweet Cheeks?" The blonde continued, cocking an eyebrow at the beautiful woman in front of him.
So what if she seemed bitchy, the girl was like a fucking angel.
Santana sneered in disgust, leaning away as if Brett could infect her just by breathing. "First off, do not ever address me as 'sweet cheeks', got it? Second off, what do you care what I say to the midget? It's none of your damn business."
Oh, so his future wife has sass in her.
He's down.
So down.
"Last time I checked, her name was Rachel. Now let's just stop all this madness and get down to business." Brett said flippantly, smiling his most charming smile.
Because really, he was just so freaking charming.
"What the hell are you talking about, Legally Blonde?" Santana asked irritably, still glaring at the tall boy's figure.
"Are you religious?"
"Are you on some kind of drugs or-"
"Cause you're the answer to all my prayers." Brett cut off any reply quickly, looking quite pleased with himself.
The hallway immediately fell into a mixture of reactions, some awing while others snickered at the damn cheesiness.
You could make nachos with all that freaking cheese.
Santana was among the few snickering rather loudly.
"You see this, honey?" The brunette gestured to her body and face rapidly, "You will never touch nor associate. I know you're new here so I'll let you go with a warning. Santana Lopez does not deal with wanna be boy band members who have a strange resemblance to Ellen Degeneres."
Throughout her entire rant, Brett's smirk stayed firmly in place.
Besides, Ellen was kinda hot.
If she was into guys, he'd be first in line.
"Sticks and stones," Brett shrugged, fixing his guarded gaze on Rachel. "You okay, firecracker?"
"Why yes, thank you, Brett." Rachel blushed, looking down shyly at her feet.
Santana fumed silently, unable to understand why she had such a horrible feeling in her stomach while watching this display.
Something just didn't sit right with her.
Brett made a move that looked as though he was making his leave, but decided better of it. He turned himself so he faced the cheerleader entirely.
Slowly the blonde badass moved his rough hands up to remove his sunglasses for the first time that day, revealing the brightest blue eyes most of the students in the hallway had ever seen.
"Oh, and by the way? Challenge accepted, Angel Eyes. And if there's one thing the world should know, a Pierce never backs down from a challenge."
