The First Time

Summary: A look into what Brittany and Santana were thinking the first time they encountered one another. Based upon the small Brittana scene in 'The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face' performance.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Don't sue me.

That Smile – Brittany's POV

Skipping into the locker room after her first ever Cheerio's practice, Brittany S. Pierce decided pretty much there and then that she absolutely loved being a cheerleader. There was no argument in the matter. Everything just felt right. The routines were fast and frenzied and demanding, leaving no room for lagging behind which Brittany thought was amazing, her fellow Cheerio's seemed to be nice enough and easy on the eyes and though the Coach scared the living daylights out of her, she figured that somewhere underneath all that hard bravado was most likely a soft and sweet woman, just waiting to break free.

It wasn't difficult to understand why Brittany was so comfortable in performing. All her life she had been looked down upon because she wasn't smart enough or good enough to succeed in the world of education. Brittany knew she wasn't exactly riddled with intelligence but it had always upset her that people were so quick to judge her because she believed that pi was a pastry dish with a meaty, tasty filling. Now...in Cheerio's, Brittany felt free and happy. She was able to be herself. She could forget all the pain of being unaccepted. In Cheerio's, Brittany was smart.

Reaching her locker, Brittany opened it up and retrieved her water bottle. Thirst burned its way down her throat and so with a deep and satisfied relish, she lifted its cap and took a long, hasty gulp. Grabbing her towel, she dabbed at the sweat on her forehead before slinging it around her neck and closing her locker with a sigh, pleased. It was then that she sensed it – the curious gaze of someone...searing in on her from the left, watchful.

Looking up and turning her head to the side, Brittany found herself staring into the gorgeous dark brown eyes of one, Santana Lopez; the girl whom everyone claimed was afraid of nothing and could take on the entire McKinley High football team alone without so much as flinching if she wanted to. Looking at her now, Brittany wondered whether that was true. Santana was rumoured to be a violent, hard-hearted bully with no friends and no time for anyone but herself, and yet here she stood, looking as soft as any person could possibly be, beautiful and fragile even. Inviting.

How beautiful she was. Brittany had always had the ability to look upon even the darkest of souls with some consideration but here and now, looking at this girl, there was no need. Santana's eyes were rich in colour, a deep brown flecked with little flicks of light. Her hair tugged back in its ponytail was long and lush, also a fine dark brown that complimented her caramel complexion. Her figure, short in height, but lithe to look upon was unbelievable, every curve and angle showing through her uniform...made as though to specifically tease Brittany in this moment of calm exchange.

Taking another quick drink from her water bottle to calm the rushing of her pulse, Brittany looked to Santana again, offering her a seductive smile, dreamlike and welcoming. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be close to this delicate creature. She wanted to be pressed up in between the lockers and Santana. She wanted to feel her nipping and sucking at her skin, dragging her hands over her body, cupping at her breasts, reaching for her sex. Brittany was no stranger to intimacy with another girl and so the thoughts of being like this did not frighten her in the least. She simply wanted it.

Her heart pounding, Brittany shook the thoughts from her head just in time to catch the shy flicker of a smile grace Santana's lips. That smile. It was perhaps the very thing that made Santana Lopez even more beautiful than before. Brittany wanted to spend the rest of her life making this girl smile, if it was even possible. How could anyone believe this girl to be anything other than what she was here and now – Beautiful and soft?

Turning on her heel, Brittany made to leave the locker room, knowing for sure that this wasn't her last exchange with Santana. In fact, she'd already set it as her ultimate goal in life to make the Latina her best friend ever. Glancing over her shoulder, she looked at Santana sweetly, sighing as she sauntered away. The welcoming smile she received was all the reassurance that Brittany needed that she was going to be just fine at McKinley High. No one had ever looked at her that way before...like she was the most important thing in the world. That perfect smile.

Done. I hope you enjoyed reading this guys. I hope I'll be able to update my other stories soon but until then, please try and be patient in your waiting. Review. xx