I'm doing pretty good at getting chapters out at a decent rate. As I'm sure you'll be able to tell, this story is going to go at a slow pace, with a lot of build up before Brittany and Santana finally get together. There will be some hints of what's to come in the chapter. Oh! And Brittany meets some new friends!
I Got You Babe
Chapter 3
"Brittany, you're gonna be late!"
The blond pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail, grabbed her pink backpack and made her way downstairs. She sat at the kitchen table and idly stirred the bowl of corn flakes her mother placed in front of her. "I just wanna go home."
"Britt," she sighed, "I know you're scared about the new school. But don't be. You'll make new friends."
"Yea." Was all the teenager spit out before taking a few bites of her cereal and standing to leave. "See you later mom." She slipped on her white sneakers and walked through the front door.
Her eyes never lifted from the grass as she walked across the lawn to the stop sign at the end of the road where she had been told the bus stop was. Her arms wrapped tightly around her chest when she finally looked up to inspect the various parked cars that lined the road. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a girl walking toward her. She kept her eyes low, partially afraid of the girl's size. She just remembered the sight of large women at her old school and knew how they were in the city. Which caused her to assume they were nasty, hateful individuals everywhere.
"Never seen you here before."
Brittany slowly lifted her gaze to the girl, expecting there to be a challenging expression on her face. But there was nothing but a friendly smile. "We just moved in."
"I figured, I saw the truck beside my house all weekend long. Gotta say, you people had a lot of stuff." The strange person stepped beside Brittany before speaking again. "Where'd you come from?"
"Cleveland." The blond finally met the girl's eyes and was greeted with a wider smile. "I'm Brittany."
"Mercedes. No offence or nothin' but why did your family move from the city to here?"
The blond couldn't help but laugh at the question. "I asked them the same thing. Something to do with my dad's job." Truth was, whatever reason that had thrown at her, she didn't listen. She didn't care, all she heard was 'we're taking you away from your friends and your school, because we're selfish.'
"That's gotta suck though. Starting in a new school after the year's already started." Mercedes fixed her backpack on her shoulders. "Don't worry, not everybody's an asshole."
Brittany's eyes grew wide at the accusation. "But I didn't-"
"I could tell that's what you were thinkin girlie. Don't worry though. Just avoid the cheerleaders and football jerks and you should be fine."
"Thanks…" Brittany looked up as the bus turned the corner. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves before following Mercedes onto the vehicle. She paused for a minute before occupying the seat right behind the bus driver, it was the only one that didn't have a body in it. As much as she wanted to stick near the girl she'd just met, she didn't want to seem like a burden to her.
"Brittany, get your blond ass back here!"
She turned to see Mercedes waving for her to follow her toward the middle of the bus where she sat with two other people. She smiled and hurried back just as the bus started to pull away from the curb. Maybe making friends wouldn't be as hard as she thought?
Having found her first three classes with the help of Mercedes, she was left on her own to find the last class of the day. She couldn't find the girl she had befriended that morning after her Geometry class. Looking over her schedule as she walked down the hallway, Brittany soon realized she was completely and utterly lost. All of the room numbers started looking the same after a while and no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't find her Spanish class. Room 114. She jumped when she heard the vibrating metal of a locker's door.
"Get off of me Santana!"
Brittany stopped in her tracks, lifting her eyes from her schedule to look at the scene before her. She had heard that name before. The day she arrived in Lima with her family. She also remembered the older woman referring to her as the head cheerleader. The Latin girl stood over another girl, a little bit shorter, in a sweater and plaid skirt.
"And why would I do that Berry?" The Latina spoke before shoving the other girl against her locker again. "Just looking at you makes me mad."
She stood straight up again, this time fixing her sweater and looking Santana in the eye. "I'm sorry that you're so insecure about yourself that you have to take it out on people who are completely confident in all of their abilities." She turned her back to the woman harassing her and continued digging her books out of her locker.
"How's this for insecurities." Santana took her cup she had been sipping out of, pulled the lid off and dumped its contents on the top of the other girl's head. Red frozen slushy dripped down her hair, face, neck, and eventually came to stain the girls off white sweater. "What're you lookin' at blondie. Get out of my way." She glared at Brittany as she pushed her way passed her.
"Who was that?" Quinn handed her friend her books back and turned to walk down the hallway with her.
"I'm not sure. Must be some new kid." Santana slowed her pace for a few steps, just long enough to get another glimpse at the blond who had been brave enough to stand there and watch while she slushied Berry.
Quinn stopped to look at her friend. "Put your eyes back in your head, I thought you were past that phase."
"I am, don't worry Q. Just sizing her up in case she decides to have a mouth like Berry has." She grabbed her friend's slushy and sipped through the straw as they turned the corner to go down a different hallway.
"Hey… are you okay?" Brittany shyly asked the girl who was plucking red frozen ice chunks out of her hair.
She just shrugged and began making her way toward the nearest bathroom. "It happens all the time. I'm kind of, well, used to it."
"Who was that?"
"Santana… and if I was you, I'd do everything I could to avoid ever meeting her."
Brittany watched as the brunette leaned her head into the sink to rinse her hair. Feeling sorry for the girl, she placed her books on the floor near the door and reached in to help her. "I'm Brittany."
"Rachel." The brunette tensed at the feeling of someone else touching her. "Please, I'm okay."
"But I just wanna help." Blue eyes met brown at that moment and Rachel sighed in defeat. "Why does she do that?" Brittany continued to run her fingers through Rachel's hair, making sure all of the syrup was out of it before grabbing a handful of paper towels to give to her.
"Well, Brittany was it?" The blond nodded, "she is a self-righteous, egotistical person. Yet, deep down, she's a scared little girl." Rachel shrugged again before leaning down to pick up her books as the late bell rang. "It was nice meeting you Brittany, I'm sure I'll see you around."
"Wait!" The blond grabbed the girl's wrist gently, "I don't know where this room is…" Her voice trailed off as she showed the brunette her schedule. "Can…can you help me?"
"Sure, come on Brittany." Rachel smiled softly at the taller girl and led them out of the bathroom. Thankfully the hallways were empty less the few stragglers who were trying to find a way to skip class. "You're new, right?" She shook her head, that was a stupid question. She spoke again before Brittany had a chance to answer. "Where did you move here from?"
"Cleveland."
"Why are you here? What brings your family to our small little town of Lima?"
She sighed, part of her considered making flashcards to hand out to everybody who asked the question to her. "My dad got a new job."
"Do you like Lima so far?"
Brittany was soon learning why Santana had it out for this girl. She asked a lot of questions. But, there was something about her that caused the blonde to be drawn to her in a friendly way. The girl walking beside her seemed very lonely and only wished to learn more about her possible new friend. "It's a lot different than the city, that's for sure."
They stopped outside of a room, one that was hidden down a small side hallway. "Here's your room, it's kinda hard to find if you don't know where anything is. Which, you don't. Not yet anyway." Rachel threw the girl a friendly smile. "I'll see you around Brittany." With that, she was gone, on her way a few doors down to her own classroom.
Brittany walked into the classroom and made her way to the teacher. Mr. Schuester. "You must be Brittany." He smiled warmly at her. "Welcome to McKinley High School."
It was only the fourth time she'd heard that today. It was starting to get a little old, but she just smiled and nodded to him. He handed her a book and she barely heard him say something about taking a seat in any available spot. She looked up and surveyed the room, frowning internally when she saw the only empty seat was in the far back corner of the room. Next to Santana.
"Hi, I'm Brittany." Killing the Latina with kindness would be her best bet. She definitely wasn't out to make enemies. Santana didn't even flinch as she continued to lean back in her chair, her right leg crossed over her left as she idly filed her nails. "Did you hear me?" She leaned closer to whisper when Mr. Schuester began his lesson.
"Yea, I'm not deaf." Her reply was harsh. She never looked up from her personal manicure.
"Can I learn your name?"
"No."
"Santana, I know my lessons are boring for you, but please… refrain from talking." Mr. Schuester interrupted, causing the rest of the class to turn and look at the pair.
The Latina sat up in her chair and glared at him. "Why you gots to think I'm the only one talking? Though," she paused for a moment to look at her neighbor, "I am talking to nobody."
The blond huffed before folding her arms over her chest. "I was just trying to be friendly."
"Listen up blondie. I got all the friends I need." She eyed her up and down, before allowing her eyes to lock with Brittany's blue ones. She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat. They were quite possibly the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. She took a moment to regain her composure before speaking again. "I don't know you, nor do I want to know you."
"My class is up here ladies!" Mr. Schuester, again, interrupted the two girls in the back of the room.
Santana glared at Brittany one last time before looking back down to her nails. Brittany took a moment to examine the Latina neighbor. She was absolutely beautiful, but the blond doubted she was anything but straight. Oh, and a bitch. Rachel was right in warning her to stay away from her.
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