Yes this story is creepy. I could of written a story like all the others out there but for once, I wanted to be different. I've never read a story like this before so when the idea popped into my head, I knew I had to write it. I also think it's creepy as fuck but that's the whole point of the story. If Santana was just a cheerio and Brittany was just a freak, I'd probably end up going down the same road as all the other stories like that out there. Seriously, I know this story isn't for everyone so if you have a problem with it, don't read it. I'm writing this story because it's something different and me and my flatmate have a good laugh reading it afterwards. Anyways, thanks for all the reviews, love reading them :) Here's the next chapter, yes it's still creepy. Hope you enjoy! :D

It's Wednesday morning. I am currently sitting on a chair in my bedroom looking through the photos I took last night. I have managed to print the pictures out, all I need to do now is stick the pictures on my wall. I'm running a little late today so I'll do it later. I don't want to miss a second of seeing my love.

After going over Mr Schuester's offer in my head, I come to a conclusion. I will join Glee club. I have to, I'll be able to talk to Brittany more.

I quickly change into my cheerios uniform, tie up my hair and apply makeup to my face before hurrying downstairs, grabbing a slice of toast and leaving the house. I arrive at school a little while later and hurry down the hallways. I have butterflies in my stomach, this is it, my first day of Glee club. Before entering the room, I look through the small window and see everyone in their usual seats. My eyes glance over to Brittany and I smile showing my dimples when I see her reading that book again. Without wasting any more time, I open the door to the choir room and enter.

"Santana!" Mr Schuester greets, quickly approaching me. "I'm so glad you decided to join, I could see how much you wanted to." He laughs.

"What the hell is she doing here?!" Mercedes Jones, one of Brittany's best friends shouts.

"Mercedes." Mr Schuester sighs and holds up his hand. "Don't be rude, Santana is our newest member."

"You can't be serious!" Rachel Berry, the hobbit shouts.

I don't care what they say though. Their opinion doesn't matter to me. I'm in the same room as my love, that's all that matters. Brittany's no longer looking at her book, she's looking at me, nobody else, just me. I can tell she's confused by this whole situation. Just like everyone else, she's wondering why I am here, if only she knew the reason behind me being here was her. If only she knew.

"She can't join Glee club, she doesn't belong here." Tina, Brittany's other best friend says. "She's up to something. I bet coach Sue has forced her to join to spy on us! There's no other explanation Mr Schue!" The rest of the Glee club glance in my direction and agree, giving me the evils.

"Come on guys, don't be so rude!" Mr Schuester is surprised by the way everyone is acting, he looks disappointed in them. "We need more members if we want to qualify for sectionals!" And here's me thinking he wanted me to join because I was constantly standing outside of the room. "Santana is a part of New Directions now, accept it."

Mr Schuester taps me on the back and sends me a friendly smile which I don't return. "You can take a seat wherever you want, Santana." He says. My eyes glance over to the spare seat next to Brittany, I have to sit there. I will sit there.

I casually make my way over to the red chairs. I sit down in the seat next to Brittany and smile contently. This should be fun.

"Alright guys." Mr Schuester claps his hands together. "Sectionals is in a few weeks, who wants to start us off by performing a song?" I hear a squeak coming from that hobbit in the front row, she immediately stands up and takes center stage.

The girls a good singer but I'm not really paying attention to her. I try to look like I am interested but all I can think about is the girl sitting less than a meter away from me. My eyes shift over to Brittany throughout the song, everyone is watching Rachel so I don't have to worry about any eyes in my direction. Brittany looks absolutely beautiful today. She looks beautiful everyday but today's different, I'm closer to her on this occasion so I can really see her true beauty. The cute little freckles surrounding her nose. A little smile tugging to her lips as she enjoys listening to the song. How she tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear, it's the little things I love about her.

The song soon comes to an end slightly disappointing me knowing I wont be able to stare at Brittany as much. Mr Schuester praises Rachel and gestures for her to take a seat a row in front of me and my love.

"Great song Rachel but I don't think it's good enough for sectionals." Mr Schuester says, avoiding Rachel's glare. "Who's next?"

A few people are keen to perform next, almost everyone apart from Brittany. What I noticed a while ago was that although Brittany loves to participate, she is very shy and when it comes to performing alone, she never does it. I wish she did though, I would love everyone to see the Brittany I see, the one who dances like an angel and sings so beautifully, she could silence a room.

"Brittany, would you like to sing something?" Mr Schuester asks, not wanting the same people to have center stage all the time. I think I'm going to like it in here.

"No thank you." I hear Brittany whisper, lowering her head as she starts to fidget with her hands.

"Come on Brittany, just one song." Mr Schuester tries to encourage my love, I can see Brittany starting to feel embarrassed by all of the attention so I decide to say something.

"She said no, leave her alone!" I snap, shocking everyone in the room. Mr Schuester shakes his head at me, I don't care though, she shouldn't be made to do something she doesn't want to.

"Santana, I'm going to have to ask you to leave if you shout at me like that again." Ugly says in a stern voice. I gulp, knowing what leaving means. It means leaving my love and I don't want to do that.

"I'll shut up then, just don't force Brittany to do something she doesn't want to do." I say, crossing my arms and glaring at Mr Schuester.

He sighs, "I'm not forcing her to do anything, Santana. I'm merely encouraging her to do something." Do something? Brittany does a lot.

"She comes here doesn't she? That's doing something, right?" I try to keep my voice as calm as possible so Mr Schuester doesn't accuse me of shouting and ends up sending me out. "Have you ever thought maybe Brittany likes to watch everyone else perform instead of getting up there herself, ever thought about that?"

"Well, no but-"

"I quickly cut him off. "Exactly, you haven't. Encourage someone else." I hope to god he doesn't send me out, I was just sticking up for my love. Nobody understands. Not one person.

I hear Mr Schuester sigh again. "Sam, would you like to sing something?" Ugly shifts his attention away from me and looks in the direction of that blonde guy.

"Erm...yeah, sure." Sam says, looking back and forth between me and ugly. He reluctantly stands up and takes center stage. Everyone's attention is finally off me. They all turn their heads to listen to trouty mouth sing. He's actually pretty good, not as good as Brittany of course, but he's not bad.

"Thank you." I hear Brittany say. I turn my head to face Brittany, she's staring straight at me with a small smile on her face. I swear I have just died. My heart starts pounding, my love is staring at me and I can barley breath, she's just so damn beautiful. I love this club. I fucking love this club.

"It's okay." I reply, looking into those beautiful blue eyes of hers. "You don't have to thank me." I add, never taking my eyes off my love. Brittany's smile widens which makes me feel a million times better.

Much to my disappointment, the bell soon rings signaling the start of school. It upsets me slightly, I really want to spend more time with Brittany, especially since we don't share any lessons today. Everyone hurries out of the choir room leaving only me, Brittany and Mr Schuester.

"Do you need any help with your books?" I ask Brittany, knowing she is struggling to carry them all.

"No thank you." She says in a small voice. It's obvious she can't carry them all so I decide to help her anyways. "You don't have to-"

I quickly cut Brittany off. "It's seriously no problem. Let me help you." I say, looking into her beautiful blue eyes again.

"Okay." She says, lowering her head to the floor. I frown when I see this, I don't want her to be nervous around me, I don't want her to be shy around me either. I just want her to be the girl I see every night.

Deciding not to say anything, I follow Brittany out of the choir room. I look back to see Mr Schuester staring at me, he's thinking about something, I don't know what though so I continue to walk.

"So...what class do you have first?" I ask casually, pretending I don't know she has Spanish first period on a Wednesday morning.

"Spanish." She replies.

Walking to the Spanish room we get a lot of stares. I can tell people are wondering why I am walking with Brittany, they never see cheerios with anyone who isn't wearing a uniform or who isn't on the football team. I ignore the stares, I'm proud to be seen with my love, I realize now this is something I should have done a long time ago. In order to protect Brittany though, I must remain a cheerio. I have to stop people from hurting her and if I am not a cheerio, nobody will get the message, people will keep picking on her and that is simply unacceptable.

"What the fuck?" I hear Lexi say as she watches me and Brittany pass her. I look back to find her waving her arms about with her mouth wide open, wondering what I'm playing at.

I hold my head high, I am not ashamed, I am not embarrassed, I am anything but. Sooner than I would have liked, we reach one of the Spanish rooms. Brittany turns to face me. Once again, my heart stops as she stares into my eyes.

"Thank you." She says softly. I wish she would stop saying thank you though. Getting to walk Brittany to class is an honor. Sure she thinks I'm just walking her because I'm carrying a load of her books, but she doesn't know the truth. She doesn't know how much she means to me, not at the moment anyways.

"No problem." I say, smiling like a idiot. I don't want to leave her yet so I try to continue our conversation. "So, is Glee club on after school?" I ask, obviously knowing the answer.

"Yeah." She mumbles. "Will you be there." She lifts her head and looks at me once more. I nod my head and I see a small smile appear on her face. I never get tired of seeing that beautiful smile.

"Do you need any help with your books later on? I can come here after class and help you?" I'm hoping she says yes but by the way she is now looking at me, I have a feeling she's going to say no.

"It's fine." My love says after a few moments. "Y-you have better things to do, I''m sure." I sigh in defeat. Brittany couldn't be more wrong. She's my life, everything I do is for her.

"Please let me help you." I beg, suddenly realizing how desperate I sound. Brittany's trying to work me out. By the way I am acting, I think she's a little spooked.

"I have to go." She whispers before grabbing her books out of my hands and hurrying into the Spanish room.

I stand there for a few minutes, frozen. Am I scaring her? Is that why she hurried off? I hope not because the thought of hurting my love kills me. I'm supposed to protect her, make her feel safe, not terrify her. I'll have to make it up to her later. I just have to do what's right. I wish I could stand outside of here till the bell rings, waiting for my love, but I can't. The teachers are walking back and forth trying to catch the students who are ditching class. I don't want to get caught, I could get suspended and that would be bad. I wouldn't be able to see Brittany during school hours. Thinking this, I hurry to class wondering what my love is doing at this exact moment.

Throughout the day I manage to catch glimpses of Brittany. At one point I follow her into the bathroom but unfortunately I don't get to listen to her as the bathroom is crowded with other people. Stupid idiots. I do however get to hear a conversation between her and Tina in the library. They were just talking about random things, mostly Tina's boyfriend. Brittany's more of a listener rather than a speaker.

I'm currently walking down the hallway with my head held high thinking about Brittany, as usual. My thoughts are interrupted when I feel someone grab onto my arm, forcing me to turn around. I'm about to kick this idiots ass when I realize it's just Lexi. She looks like she wants to kill me and I can honestly say I haven't done anything wrong this time.

"Get in there, now!" She pushes me into an empty classroom next to the lockers. Once inside, Lexi slams the door shut causing me to jump.

"What the hell-"

I'm soon cut off though. "What the fuck are you playing at?" Lexi shouts, not caring who might be able to hear her.

"What are you talking about I haven't-"

She cuts me off again. "Why were you walking with that freak earlier?!" Lexi demands an answer. I seriously hate my friend sometimes, I know she's referring to my love and it's really pissing me off how everyone see's her as a freak. She's not a freak, she's my beautiful girl.

Out of anger, I shout back. "Stop calling her that! The only freaks around here are you and your stupid fucking stuck up friends!"

By the looks of it, Lexi decides to let that comment slide. There's a moment of silence before she speaks again, this time in a much calmer voice. "The other night I saw you at the supermarket acting weird as fuck, then I see Brittany at the supermarket."

"What are you trying to get at?" I hiss. "Like you said last night, you always see someone you know there." I watch as Lexi shakes her head.

"Then I see you two together today." She lets out a sarcastic laugh and throws her arms up in the air. "What the hell is going on, Santana? Are you friends with her or something?" I want to yes, but I don't think what me and Brittany have at the moment is friendship. She still thinks of me as 'just that cheerio.'

"I was just helping her with her books, no big deal." I say, slightly lying. Yes I did help her with her books but it was a big deal to me. Being able to walk with my love was amazing. How we actually spoke to each other had so much of an effect on me.

"And what about last night? Were you helping her shop or something?" I shake my head at Lexi, of course I wasn't helping Brittany shop, she was with her family. I was just following her, that's all.

"Last night me and Brittany happened to be in the same place at the same time, that's all." I lie again. "Anyways, you're the one who noticed her, I-I didn't even know she was there until you pointed her out."

"She was in the same aisle as you for gods sake!" Lexi laughs. "Think about your reputation, Santana. Do you want to be captain of the cheerios or not?"

"Of course I want to be a captain, who wouldn't want to be captain." I reply. Being captain of the cheerios means a higher status, I could probably stop all of the jocks and cheerios from picking on the Glee club...from picking on Brittany.

"Then stop helping freaks like her." Lexi says bluntly. Lexi looks at me one more time before leaving the room and the slamming the door behind her.

My friend is really starting to annoy the shit out of me, how dare she continue to call Brittany a freak even when I told her to stop. There's only so much I can take.

When I arrive at the choir room after school, I am saddened to notice Brittany is nowhere to be seen. Where is my love? I walk in the room with my head held high trying to disguise my disappointment. I don't want to be here if Brittany isn't, I can't let the rest of the Glee club know that though.

"Satan's back." I hear Mercedes say to her friend Quinn.

"I'm not deaf." I hiss, staring straight at Mercedes and Quinn who are sitting in the front row. I hear them both laugh.

"Never said you were." Quinn says quietly, hoping I didn't hear her. I heard that bitch though. I heard.

I'm about to say something extremely rude when I see Brittany entering the room. All my previous thoughts don't matter anymore. Brittany's only carrying a few books now so she isn't struggling. She says hello to everyone in the room and then takes her usual seat, next to me.

"Hey." I say, hoping she isn't terrified of me. I see Brittany turn her head to face me. A small smile creeps to her face.

"Hi." She replies in a soft gentle voice. Once again, my heart stops. I seriously can't take my eyes off Brittany, how can anyone be so perfect. Eventually though, I do take my eyes off her, she'll think I'm weird if I continue to stare at her for the remaining hour.

The usual's get up to perform. Like before, Mr Schuester tries to encourage the quieter people in the group but doesn't succeed. I'm surprised he didn't ask Brittany to get up, he's probably worried in case I accuse him of something again. Every now and again, my eyes shift in Brittany's direction, desperately hoping she doesn't catch me but also wanting her to notice me more. When time is up, everyone starts to depart out of the choir room. I purposely take my time so I can walk out with Brittany.

"Tina sang really well." I say, turning to face Brittany who is now gathering all of her books.

"Yeah, s-she's a good singer." My love replies nervously. I sigh, why is she so nervous around me? Am I really scaring her again?

I clear my throat. "So...are you walking home?" I ask, obviously knowing that she can drive but her house isn't far from the school so she prefers to walk.

"Yeah." She says quietly. We walk out of the choir room and down the hallways together. I like this. I really like walking with my love.

Feeling brave, I decide to ask her something. "So...do you want-"

My love cuts me off though. "Why a-are you talking to me." She stutters, turning to face me with her head lowered to the ground. I furrow my eyebrows, what the hell does she mean? Why shouldn't I talk to her?

"Do you not want me to talk to you?" I ask, dreading her answer as I can feel my heart slowly breaking.

She shakes her head, leaving me confused. My heart stops as she opens her mouth to speak. "I d-do want you to talk to me, I'm just a little confused." Confused? Confused about what?

"What do you mean?" I ask quickly, needing an answer.

"You're a cheerio, Santana. I-I don't understand why you are being so nice to me." I can understand where Brittany is coming from. She doesn't know anything about me. She thinks I don't know anything about her either. For her, it must be weird talking to a cheerio, especially since most of them bully her.

"I'm not like the rest." I say honestly. "You're really cool Brittany, I wanna get to know you." Even though I already know everything about her, I want to be around her more. I feel like I don't see her enough.

"Why me though?" She asks, still not understanding.

"You're a good person, Brittany." I reply. I really want to tell her the real reason, how she's the love of my life and nobody will ever know her the way I do, but unfortunately I can't tell her that. I don't want to sound like a creep. I smile at her, showing my dimples.

Brittany smiles back. "Okay." She whispers.

"So, do you want a ride home?" I'm hoping she will say yes, I would love to be able to take her home. Knowing that her ass will be in the passenger seat gives me butterflies. My car will be forever marked by her.

"No thank you, it's j-just down the road." She says. I'm slightly disappointed but I understand. I don't want to pressure her so I nod my head and don't say anything else. "I'll see you tomorrow, Santana." Brittany says, sending me one last smile before walking out of the school building.

"I'll see you tonight, Brittany." I say quietly, knowing she's too far away to hear.

Later that night, I drive to Brittany's house to see what she's getting up to. I park down the road and watch her house for any sudden moments. Around 6pm, I see Brittany leaving her house wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts. I'm curious now, where is my love going? She gets in her car, reverses out and drives down the street passing me by. I crouch down in the seat as she passes, just so she can't see me. I then look in my rear view mirror to see if she's a safe distance away before turning on the car engine and following her.

We're only driving for a few minutes before she ends up parking her car outside of the park. I watch her get out of the car and enter the park. I know she's probably going to have a walk around the lake, she usually does that when she wants a bit of 'her time.'

When Brittany is out of sight, I jump out of the car and follow her into the park. I have my camera with me just in case I want to take a few photos of my love. She always looks beautiful walking around the lake when the sun is setting, I have took some amazing photos of her. In order to stay hidden, I have to walk through the trees so she doesn't see me.

Brittany stops when she reaches a bench looking over the lake. She takes off her jacket and places it on the bench. She then takes out her phone and messes around with it for a few minutes. She eventually finds the right song, clicks play and drops the phone on top of her jacket. I smile knowing what is about to happen.

My love is going to dance for me.

My breathing increases as I watch Brittany dance. She moves so beautifully, she makes every move look so easy. I try to ignore the throbbing in my pussy but I just can't, I'm so turned on right now and I haven't gotten myself off thinking about Brittany since last night.

I set up my camera and balance it on a small log. I click the record button and begin to film Brittany dance. I then lean back against a tree and slide my hand down my pants. At first I rub myself over the material of my panties, wanting to work myself up before feeling my center. I begin to rub myself even faster, Brittany's moves are having so much of an effect on me.

When I see Brittany doing the splits on the floor, I know I have to feel more. I then slide my hand down my panties and run my hand over the soft smooth skin. I start to gently stroke myself thinking about the beautiful blonde right there in front of me. I let out a small whimper as my fingers slip through the wet folds. I move my fingers back and forth gathering all of the wetness. I then brush my fingers against my swollen clit and gently rub it.

"Fuck." I gasp, my fingers circling my clit even faster. I slam my back against the tree trying desperately to control myself, Brittany is so irresistible right now.

I soon move fingers away from my clit and let them slide further down. I tease myself for a few seconds before plunging two fingers inside of my wet pussy. "Shit, Brittany." I think of Brittany as I fuck myself. I imagine her long fingers inside of me, whispering dirty things into my ear.

"I want you so bad." I cry, increasing the speed of my fingers. I can hear the smacking of my juices against my fingers as I thrust even harder. Sensing I am close, I add a third finger and I have to bite my tongue to refrain from screaming. It feels so good. Imagining Brittany's fingers inside of me feels so fucking good.

A few thrusts later, my orgasm hits me. "Fuckkkk, Brittany!" I shout, louder than expected, luckily Brittany didn't hear. I slow down my hand movements but continue to fuck myself until I come down from my high. I then stay leaned against the tree for a few moments trying to regain my breath. Once my breathing has evened out, I remove my fingers from my pussy and lick them clean, imagining it's Brittany cum I'm licking.

I wipe the sweat from my forehead and focus my gaze on Brittany. She dances for a few more minutes then she stops her music, puts on her jacket, and begins to walk around the lake. I follow her through the trees, my legs a little shaky from my orgasm. After a nice calm walk with my love, I watch Brittany go back to her car. I quickly get into my car and follow her home.

We arrive back at Brittany's house a few minutes later. I watch until she enters the house before driving home myself.

"Dad, I'm home." I shout as I walk into the living room.

"I'm in the kitchen sweetie." He replies. I walk into the kitchen and take a seat on one of the stools around the island.

"Where did you go?" He asks, preparing dinner.

"Took the spare car out for a spin." I say, pouring a glass of orange juice which is already on the counter.

"God, you love that car." He laughs. Little does he know, I only use that car to follow my love.

"Yeah...well I'm going upstairs to watch some TV. Call me when dinners ready." I say, finishing my orange juice and making my way upstairs.

Once inside my bedroom, I lock the door then sit down on my double bed. I re watch the video of Brittany dancing a few times. A permanent smile never leaving my face. The more times I watch the video, the better it gets. I lay down on my bed and adjust the camera so I can see it from where I am.

"Brittany." I whisper as I begin to touch myself all over again.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, tell me what you think :) Next chapter we will find out about Santana's past, and what made her 'creepy Santana'.