So, apparently people liked this so it is no longer a oneshot. I have another two chapters planned out after this one. Enjoy and review and check out my other Brittana fic 'Love Is Watching Someone Die.' I am paying far more attention to that one :')
Thanks for the reviews guys, it's the only reason I carried this on.
"Lopez, here," Santana scurried over to Sue Sylvester. The Sue Sylevester who left McKinley High two years after the gleeks to become cheerleading coach to the stars.
"Show me your necklace." Santana shifted, her coach towering over her.
"Er, I'm sorry," she was interrupted.
"Necklace: shiny thing around your neck, most likely made by Chinese children. Show it to me, now." Santana considered her options. She could run or make up some bullshit about it being against her religion to take it off. She considered every escape route possible before succumbing to the fact that there was absolutely no way of getting out of doing what Sue had asked. She reached her hands around to the back of her neck and unclipped the metal. She then brought it forward and dropped it into Sue's ropey hand. Sue fiddled with the chain for a few seconds before throwing it in the general direction of Santana's face.
"Just as I thought," she said looking down at her Cheerio. She then looked up and screamed Brittany's name into her megaphone. Brittany, beaming, rushed to Santana's side. She almost reached for Santana's hand before remembering what Santana had said about not doing that in front of Sue or, well, anyone. Anyone other than the members of glee club anyway.
"And take Portia with you. Both of you, out." Santana jumped in.
"But, you can't do that. We haven't done anything wrong." Sue just laughed.
"Of course you haven't, and George Bush was a good president. Get out of my site and I want both of you in my office tomorrow after your pathetic glee rehearsals. Bring Schuester." Santana just folded her arms as Sue walked off, yelling something at the rest of the squad. Brittany stood there looking more confused than usual.
"What happened, San?" Brittany asked. Santana shrugged her shoulders and pulled Brittany out of the gymnasium, her fingers wrapped around her wrist.
"It was, it was nothing. She just didn't like my necklace." Brittany looked confused again. She really wished people would start telling her the truth and stop making her look so silly.
"That's not the truth, is it? Not all of it anyway," Santana half smiled. "She didn't like your necklace because it has my name on it. That's right, isn't it, San?"
"Yeah, B, that's right, but whatever, screw her. I'll sort this." So Santana did, or at least, she tried to.
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Glee the next day was bound to be humiliating for Santana. She knew that everyone would know they'd been kicked out of practice yesterday and she'd have to ask Mr Schue for help. She was not looking forward to it.
"Hey, Mr Schue, can I talk to you?" Santana asked. He looked puzzled. The majority of conversations he had had with the cheerleader had been because he had broken up a fight she was in or Rachel had once again complained about Santana constantly insulting her. She had never once asked for his attention or help.
"Oh, yeah, of course, Santana. What is it?" Santana jumped up and sat on the piano, the rest of the glee kids distracted with things that did not interest her one bit. Brittany was dancing with Mike and Tina, Quinn was making out with Sam and, well, everyone else was boring.
"Brittany and I have to go see Coach Sylvester after this and she said you have to come too." Now Will was really confused.
"She kicked us out of practise yesterday and I think she might kick us off the squad. She seemed really pissed." Santana's blood began to boil and her skin got hot. She could absolutely in know way be off the team. Not after everything she had done to get there.
"What, why?" Will cocked his head. He couldn't think of any reason for Sue to want to get rid of Santana and Brittany. Theywere Santana and Brittany. Brittany was probably the best cheerleader and dancer in the squad and Santana was just as cunning as Sue was. They were two of her favourites. Then he thought about it. They were Santana and Brittany.
Santana just looked at Schue. For the last twenty four hours she'd been going over comebacks to this question but nothing seemed to come out. Santana did not want to spell it out for him, everyone else in glee had noticed, so he must have. She rolled her eyes.
"Actually, don't worry about it." She said, jumping off the piano.
"No, don't worry. I'll be there."
