A/N: HOLY MOTHER how good was that episode? I know Brittana didn't kiss but omfg. A super fucking cute Brittana moment, Quick, AND Kurttany friendship? All I need now is Pezberry interaction and Brittana together then I'll die a happy teen :') Gaaah. My heart is gushing from them. The things Brittana do to me.
I guess I also thought the episode was good because it felt like it had an actual plot that lasted more than one scene/episode. It felt like a real show. Ugh, if only Glee had these writers in Season 2...
Oh, and sorry but my internet is fucked up right now so I can't reply back to reviews. So I'll just reply here...
Twistbrain: Thanks! This storyline came to me a few times but I decided to actually give it a try before I killed myself... I'm not sure where to go with this story but hopefully I figure out this weekend :)
Catbast: There has been sexual tension already? o_o I didn't notice! xD Hahaha. Well, I hope I can do tension justice. This is my first time to actually write something... and I just turned 16 so I'm pretty young. And wait... WHERE ARE MY COOKIES? Oh... I finished them already... whoops :3
killer cereal: Thanks. I hope you stick around for more :D
Shine90: Thank you! I hope you like this as well :)
Riptide2015: I'm glad you loved it! I hope you at least like this chapter too :)
Anywho, I decided to update this right after I watched the episode. So yeah, I hope you enjoy the chapter! :D
Chapter 03 - Its Friday, Friday.
Santana sat motionless in the Cheerios lunch table, deep in contemplation as the rest of the squad laughed and shared stories, unaware of the Head Cheerios' silence.
Mike isn't an option. Fucking no to Finn, and there's no way I could be anything close to another MJ, Santana pondered as her finger mindlessly drew shapeless objects on the table, not even noticing a head of blonde coming up behind and occupying the space beside her.
"Hey, is something wrong? You look pretty bummed."
Santana closed her eyes and sighed through her nose, opening them to meet a pair of slightly worried hazels.
"Everything's fine Sam. Why wouldn't it be? I mean, my boyfriend ditches me every lunch break to sit with the rejects." Santana said with blatant sarcasm, hoping Sam understood sarcasm. Fortunately, he did.
"They're not bad when you get to know them." He said, trying to defend what little he could of the New Direction's reputation. Santana snorted and rolled her eyes.
"Sam, you sit with RachelBerry. Something is up. Is she bribing you?" Santana asked, thinking of another set of ways to get under that dwarf's skin. Putting the Barbra Streisand album above Berry's locker, where the midget couldn't reach unless she had a step ladder, certainly hadn't fully satisfied Santana.
"I think Rachel's cool." Sam murmured unconvincingly. Santana's face contorted in disgust.
"Please do not compliment her when I'm around. I might heave. And you're only saying that because she's helping you with Algebra."
"True. But you're getting off subject here," He said, "You didn't tell me what got you in this mood in the first place." His face took on a more serious look. Santana wasn't sure if she liked being cared for so much. She preferred it when Sam wasn't this serious about them.
She stayed silent.
"Cheerios?"
He guessed right.
"Yeah. I'm supposed to find another 'Michael Jackson Reincarnation' within a month or Sue will kick me off the team." Santana explained, air-quoting because she still found this whole ordeal plain stupid.
"Have you tried asking Mike? He dances awesome."
"I did but the Bieste refused because she doesn't want Sue near him."
Sam thought for a few another moment.
"Well… what about me?" He asked, surprising Santana whose eyebrow shot up. Was this boy serious?
"Sam. You're pretty much a Finn 2.0 when it comes to dancing, but thanks for the offer anyways." She said indifferently.
"Maybe I can ask someone from New Directions if they know anyone who can dance. I'll ask my cousin too." Sam must really care for her, Santana could see from his enthusiasm. She was sort of touched, in a way.
"Your cousin? Isn't he in college?" Santana asked.
"Nah. He decided to take a year off to help my dad before going to college." Sam gave a reassuring smile, one that said We're gonna find you a dancer, don't worry.
"Oh… thanks I guess." She felt a little awkward, getting so much help from someone. She wasn't used to this.
"No prob." He gave her a smile and slowly gave her kiss. Santana kissed back just as softly.
"Don't worry Britt. I'll ask Principal Figgins to change your class. I am not going to sit around knowing she's putting your life at risk." Kurt said with determination as he whisked the mixture inside his bowl.
"It's okay Kurt. I'll follow what Ms. Pillsbury said and try and be nice with her. It's not like I actually have to like it." Brittany said.
She decided to just deal with Santana as a classmate. It would only be for a semester anyways. She didn't want to cause a ruckus because she was too sensitive to handle it.
"Really?" His eyes resembled astonishment, "You don't need me to take this to the Police? Because my dad is good friends with the town's Head Chief and I don't think he'd mind helping his son's friend in harm." Brittany just shook her head.
"I'm fine Kurt. And if I wasn't, I would tell you." And it was the truth. If she wasn't feeling well, she'd let Kurt know.
"You're really brave you know." Kurt said as he went back to his whisking. If he were in Brittany's position, he'd take this to court.
"I know. Lord Tubbington taught me." Brittany smiled proudly as she started whisking her mixture as well. But she had problems. After a few forced attempts of mixing, Kurt decided to help her. He paused in disbelief and slight disgust at the contents of Brittany's bowl.
"Britt… what's with your batter?" He questioned as his puzzled eyes surveyed the glop. Lifting Brittany's whisk, he was shocked to see the bowl sticking with it.
"What about it?" Brittany asked in slight worry. Kurt looked at her questioningly.
"Why is it gray? Everyone's own is dark brown." They were learning how to make a simple plate of chocolate cookies. It was their last period, Home Economics, and they were given fifteen minutes to make the batter before putting it in the oven.
"But I followed all the instructions…" Brittany's face scrunched in confusion.
Recipes were too confusing.
Kurt let out a sigh.
"You know, let's start all over. I'll help you with it this time." Kurt gave a smile. There was no way Brittany was passing today's lesson with gray cookies. Not a chance. Not with Kurt Hummel by her side.
"Thanks, you're the best!" Kurt was instantly engulfed in a hug. He let out a surprised yelp as the air was practically squished out of him.
"Britt… you'll wrinkle… my clothes." He was instantaneously released.
"Sorry." Brittany gave an apologetic smile as she watched her friend's face return to its natural color. She watched as he waved his hand as if it wasn't a big deal.
"It's fine." Kurt breathed out as he leaned forward to get a brand new bowl to start from scratch.
"So, did you and Rachel find her Barbie album?" Brittany watched him pour a few cups of flour into her bowl, waiting patiently for his answer. A few eggs later and she got it.
"I think you mean Barbra Streisand, not Barbie. And yes, we actually did find it!" His face suddenly turned to confusion and wonder, "But for some odd reason, it was on the top of her locker. She was just too short to see it sticking out from above. Luckily, Finn got it for her." Kurt said, mixing in the dry ingredients.
"Who's Finn?" Her forehead creased as she searched in her head of anyone named Finn she might've forgotten about. Kurt chuckled.
"Sorry, I forgot that you weren't here last year. Anyways, long story short. Finn's dad married my mom, so we're now stepbrothers. And coincidentally, Rachel is his girlfriend." He said without any joy in his face whatsoever.
"…Wow." Brittany stared at him blankly. It was kind of difficult to wrap her head around it.
"Tell me about it. And the fact that Rachel's my best friend and Finn's my stepbrother doesn't make it any easier to watch." He shivered just thinking about the first and last time he brought Rachel over to their house for a sleepover. It was the first night he couldn't sleep.
From then on, it was sleepovers at Rachel's house.
"Ew." Brittany's nose scrunched up in disgust.
"Times up!" The teacher's voice interrupted them as she walked to the front of the class, "You may now each take a baking tray, cover it with baking sheets, and roll the batter into twenty small balls. Place it on the sheet and make sure it is two inches apart from each other, then you…"
Brittany's attention span could only go on for so long, and she was soon spacing out.
"McCarther! That better not be an actual smile I'm seeing!" Sue bellowed through the megaphone as the cheerleaders ran through the routine again. The girl's face instantly fell as she followed the others into the routine. Santana, in the mean time, was leading the line.
She had arrived from her last period in a rush because her baboon of a partner couldn't keep his eyes off her chest, so they were behind in Biology class. She then made sure he couldn't see with his right eye. Her knuckles were still aching from the impact.
As a result, she came to Cheerio's practice more irritated than usual. This was bad since she couldn't quite concentrate on the routines. She had missed a few steps that didn't go unnoticed by Sue.
"Fuck!" Santana muttered breathlessly as her left knee twitched and she was soon falling backwards from the top of their pyramid. Luckily, the cheerleaders below caught her. Obviously, Sue saw this and didn't hesitate.
"J-Lo!" Sue yelled, "You better fix those sticks you call legs and get your head in the game! As for everyone else, head for the showers! I am disappointed in each and every one of you." She put down the megaphone and watched as most of the Cheerios were practically limping to the shower room from today's intense routine. She spotted Santana and called her.
"Lopez! Front and center." Santana ran to Sue, keeping her head slightly downwards the whole time.
"Yes coach?" She asked, finally making eye contact. Shame was the only thing she was feeling right now… and sweat.
"What was that up there?" Sue asked in disbelief, gesturing towards the field, "Are you taking some type of drug you young people seem to find all the rage about? Did your legs get run over?" Santana gulped.
"No."
"Then you better stop horsing around and get back in top shape next week. And hopefully you've already started listing a few possible dancers." Sue said, holding her clipboard up to read some sort of note from Principal Figgins.
"Yes, I have. I haven't asked anyone yet, but I will get someone by next month." Santana stated with determination on that last part. It was either go big or go home in her mindset. Sue seemed somewhat pleased.
"Good. Now go take a shower. Your stench is stinging my eyes, its nearly bringing me to the verge of tears."
Sue didn't have to tell Santana twice. She was soon out of her sight and under a steamy waterfall in the Cheerio's locker room. Yes, they had their own locker room.
After the well-needed shower, a change of clothes, and a light application of makeup, Santana Lopez was ready to head home. It was getting late and she didn't want to be left alone with that creepy ass janitor in a school this big.
Carrying her Cheerio's gym bag, she made her way towards her car. Her full lips instantly pulled into a smirk as her red Mustang made every car in the parking lot look like complete shit.
She pressed a few buttons on her car remote and the car was soon topless. Her bag was dumped in the backseat and she seated herself in the driver's side. She was about to buckle herself until she saw the impossible.
"Mother…fucking…god." Santana groaned in horror when she saw the familiar white splatter of bird shit on her clear as crystal windshield.
Shit like this doesn't happen to Santana Lopez! Santana thought, referring to herself in third person whenever things like this happened.
But seriously, this stuff only happens to the nerds and complete weirdoes in every high school related movie, not hot and popular captains of the National's winning cheerleading squad. That's just fucked up.
She quickly searched for anything in her compartment that could wipe off the crap. Her mind was deciding what to do when she was left with Sam's old shirt as the only choice.
She found her answer as she was soon on the side of her car, leaning towards the middle as she wiped off the stuff with Sam's shirt, using water from her water bottle to ease the marks.
It was an ugly shirt anyways. Santana reassured herself as she threw the piece of cloth into a nearby dumpster. It's not like that was Sam's only shirt.
Now that she was positive there was no more shit on her car, she buckled herself, turned the ignition, adjusted the mirror, and drove home.
Brittany fell back into her bed with a bright grin on her face. Her first day had been awesome, especially the last part, Glee Club. She had no idea it would be this fun, and she couldn't wait to see her new friends again on Monday.
She closed her eyes and thought of her new friends.
Kurt had introduced her to everyone. And for some odd reason, a lot of them were couples.
First were Mike Chang and Tina Cohen-Chang. Brittany was really confused when they told her they were dating because they had the same last name. So weren't they related?
Second were Quinn Fabray and Noah Puckerman. Quinn seemed nice, though she smacked Puck in the back of his head when he asked Brittany for her number.
Then Kurt introduced her to Rachel Berry and Finn Hudson. She already knew Rachel so that was one less name to remember in the club; Finn's height had shocked her though.
The height difference between Rachel and Finn reminded her of a Pine tree and a little bush.
Next was Artie Abrams, who she thought at first was a robot because of his wheelchair. He was pretty cool though.
Then it was Mercedes Jones. Brittany thought her voice was amazing.
Brittany was surprised when she found out the coach of New Directions was Mr. Schuester. She was worried they'd have to sing a Spanish song, but Kurt quickly reassured her that that wouldn't be a problem.
Last but not least was Sam Evans. She was glad to see her Algebra friend.
Brittany lied motionless on her bed as she remembered how much she had freaked out when Kurt reminded her that Sam was Santana's boyfriend. Again, she had forgotten. But she had taken Ms. Pillsbury's advice seriously and decided to forget about the Slushy incident and just be herself.
Besides, Sam was a nice guy. It's not like he was the one who had gotten mad at her for an accident, which she apologized for.
Brittany then wondered how a nice guy like Sam could ever like Santana. They were so different. Maybe Sam was referring to another Santana Lopez as his girlfriend and not the one she had slushied?
Brittany sighed and decided that she didn't have a say in anyone's relationship, no matter how weird or wrong it seemed.
She slid out of bed and got ready to get some sleep. Her week had been tiring. Her family had moved from New York a few days ago and had been unpacking their stuff the entire time here. They hadn't even finished yet, the boxes scattered around her room showed that.
Brittany changed into a comfortable set of clothes, brushed her teeth, combed her hair, and turned on her nightlight.
Lord Tubbington usually slept with her but tonight, he had decided to sleep in his hardly-touched bed. Brittany thought it was unusual but since when had things ever been normal today?
She closed her eyes, hugged her sheets closer, and welcomed sleep as it came.
It had been a pretty good day for her.
Today had been a shit day for her.
First, Berry had asked her to join that ridiculous club.
Second, Sue pretty much said to revive Michael Jackson or get cut off.
Third, Blondie (Santana refused to refer to her by real name) had made her look like Carrie White in the halls.
Fourth, she was classmates with Blondie. And if that wasn't enough, they were partners.
Fifth, punching her Biology partner with the same hand she used to slam her own locker to get Blondie's attention had not been the best idea. She could hardly write anything without her writing resembling something from preschool.
And to top off this shit day, she had to clean up real shit.
"Ugh." Santana groaned at the thought of her day.
It was a Friday night and she was at home, in bed. And it wasn't even for sex.
Did god decide to take all of her bad luck and focus it all on one single day? She couldn't even remember the last time a day in her life had been like this.
Shit was happening left and right. And she couldn't do anything to stop it.
A/N: And that concludes the end of Brittany's first day/Santana's fourth week of school! Yes, three chapters to explain one day is needed. For now.
Anyways, I have to study for a quiz in Biology tomorrow, write an essay for English, and research on a project for PE. I'm having worse luck than Santana! Well, except for cleaning the bird shit part... So yeah, I guess I might not be able to update as fast as I hoped. But I will be squeezing in as much time as I can to even get a page or two done each day.
This weekend, I'll be spending some time brainstorming this whole story (Yes, I haven't decided what direction to take this story. I know, I'm such an organized writer). The climax. The resolution. Everything.
Oh, and there will be Brittana in the next chapter... and maybe in every chapter after that ;) Haha.
Sayonara!
PS. Reviews are like Brittana moments for me. I needs them to live (Nah. I'm just messing with you about the review part. But I am dead serious about needing Brittana to live... along with my acoustic guitar, my iPod, and Peanut Butter).
PSS. "There's no one like you. You're a genius Brittany. You are the unicorn." OMFG JUST GET THEM TOGETHER ALREADY. YOU'RE KILLING ME HERE.
