Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or anything associated with Glee. Nor to I condone any of the crimes in the story.
The first time Santana Lopez had talked to Brittany Pierce had been at sectionals. The blonde girl had skipped up to her after New Directions had won and kissed her on the cheek.
"Thank you; I'm Brittany, by the way. You know, just in case you wanted to know."
Santana had been shoved onto the bus and driven back to the Jane Addams Academy before she could even think to give Brittany her name.
The second time Santana Lopez had talked to Brittany Pierce been at the beginning of her junior year. She had done her time, and was now allowed to attend a school that wasn't Jane Addams. He foster parents had considered just sending her back to Jane Addams as they thought she'd end up there again anyway, but she had begged them, and eventually they gave up just to stop her whining. Santana had become well know on her first day when some idiot jock threw a slushie up in her grill. She had quickly stripped off her jacket, secretly glad in that thick enough to stop the syrup from soaking through, and removed her aviators before wiped her face with it. She carefully cleaned her aviators next before shoving the jacket at the jock. The jock who had previously been laughing at her was now staring at her. She wasn't surprised. Her wife beater had risen up and was showing most of her stomach (and abs, she would proudly say. Daily weight training at Jane Addams had been good for one thing) and her jeans had hung low on her hip to begin with.
"I expect that to be clean when you give it back to me tomorrow. You're damn lucky that I wasn't wearing my leather jacket; I'd have to kill you then. Don't forget, tomorrow. Ta."
She stalked off towards the choir room. Santana still wasn't too keen on the idea of glee club, but she was definitely keen on the tall blonde.
Santana was standing just inside the doorway, listening to the glee club talk. Mostly about her. Except for Brittany. Brittany smiled at her and waved, mouthing 'hi'. Santana waved back.
"Did you hear? The new girl, she's from Jane Addams."
"Oh hell, no!"
"Yeah, I wonder what she did to get sent there."
Santana snorted. "I stole a car or two. Really it was crashing the car into the police station that did me in. The there was the bank I tried to rob. I could have left Jane Addams a long time ago if I hadn't done that."
The room turned to her. The (obviously) gay boy gaped at her.
"That was you? Wait, you look familiar."
Santana tilted her aviators down to glance at the club.
"Funny that. I have a quick question. I'm quite obviously new, so I don't know who your school considers at the bottom of the food chain, but it usually tends to be one of the non-sporting groups. So where are you guys?"
The midget started saying something, but to be honest, Santana could tell the girl would annoy her and stopped listening. Brittany giggled at the new girl's zoned out look.
"Okay, stop now. I going to assume by your inability to shut up and your general air of annoyingness that glee club is pretty low down in the hierarchy. Am I wrong?"
No one corrected her, though the midget looked like she wanted to try.
"Right, then I'm off. I've already had some dick wad get up in my grill this morning, and I need to make sure that won't happen again."
Santana turned and left. A few minutes later, and a few hallways away, she ran into Brittany.
"How did you get here so quickly?"
"I know the secret passages, like in Hogwarts."
"Right."
"I'm glad you're here. I like you." Brittany smiled shyly. "You never told me your name."
"Santana. Santana Lopez."
The third time Santana Lopez had talked to Brittany Pierce been two months later. Santana had confidently walked into the choir room with a reputation to match Quinn Fabray's (she knew who everyone was now). No one would mess with her for fear of being beaten up, or worse. It helped that she had spread the rumour about herself that she had been at Jane Addams for assault. It also helped that she was the jock's and cheerleader's (not that they would admit it) go to when it came to alcohol, drugs or anything stolen. She still had her connections. It meant that no one would slushie Santana for joining glee. Which was lucky, cause she would flip her shit if they did. So she sung Addicted by Saving Abel, and she was let into the club (even though Shoeshine only let her sing the first few lines) because she was damn good. The rest of the meeting time had been spent staring at Brittany as Brittany stared at her. Afterwards Brittany skipped up to Santana, smiling brightly.
"Hi."
"Hey, Brittany."
"Um, if you need any help catching up with what we're doing in glee I could help you. I'm the best dancer."
Santana tilted her head and smiled back. "I'd like that. Are you free today after school?"
"Yeah. We can go to my house; I have a dance studio downstairs."