A/N: Sorry guys, I know it's been awhile since I last updated, and I know that you are probably really frustrated with me. I understand if you decide not to read this anymore, not that I have a lot of followers or anything. I had a busy and emotional summer and was gone a lot, and when I was free, I was catching up on some reading of my own to keep the ideas flowing. I hope you can bear with me.

Chapter 4

Brittany POV

BEEP BEEP BEEP. I groan loudly as I blindly grope around for my alarm. I really hate mornings sometimes, but especially now since I have to go to school. I seriously thought I was done with learning when I graduated MIT, but sometimes things just don't work out the way we plan. Kind of like when Lord Tubbington started smoking again. I grumble to myself as I roll out of my makeshift bed, also known as my car, and prepare myself for a long day of school. As I move around the room, I hear my phone buzz, and immediately check my messages.

Santana:

Hey Britt, wanna meet me by the front of the school so we can talk a bit before class?

Okay, so, maybe the day won't be as long as I thought. I quickly type back a message saying that I would love to, and I can't help the smile that somehow managed to take up my entire face. One of my favorite songs gets stuck in my head - Happy, by Pharrell Williams, ironic, I know - and I start humming it as I make my way through the halls toward the front of the school. I slip through the front doors looking around for Santana. As soon as I see her, my huge smile gets impossibly bigger, and I have to consciously prevent myself from skipping over to her. She looks so cute as she looks down at her phone, and I can tell that she doesn't see me coming over, so I decide to take advantage of that. I walk right up behind her and lean in towards her ear.

"I thought we were supposed to be hanging out." She jumps when my breath hits her ear, and I can't help the giggle that escapes me as the scared and angry look on her face changes to one of embarrassment for flinching.

"Oh, it's you. I thought for a second that I would have to go all Lima Heights on someone." I laugh again.

"Santana, do you even live in Lima Heights?" She gives me a funny look after I ask.

"That information is neither here nor there. What's really important is that I will kick the asses of anyone that crosses me." Even if she sounds serious, there is a hint of a smile on her face. I know she just pretends to be tough, but really, she is a big softy. I can't believe nobody in this school has figured it out yet, but then again, they are just self absorbed high school students. RIIIING. "Well, that's the bell Britt, we better get going if we are gonna be on time to class." Since I'm 'new' to school, well, this school in particular, I am just shadowing Santana in all of her classes before I officially get a schedule.

"Okey dokey, artichokey. Let's get going San." She leads the way into the school, as I don't really know where I'm going, and I follow her to class, which just so happens to be Algebra. Being a time machine builder and math genius, this is going to be a breeze. Then something hits me. I can't draw attention to myself by seeming super smart, so, I guess I have to play it dumb. Now that's something you've never seen before: a dumb blonde. Oh, how Sam and the rest of my coworkers would laugh at me now. As the teacher drones on and on about stuff I already know, I look over at Santana. She has this intense look of focus on her face as she listens to whatever the teacher is saying. She furrows her brow, and bites her lip. It's so adorable. Seriously, how do people think that she is so tough and mean? I've known her for like, two days, and even I can see it, and that's shocking. Despite what you may think, I am not the brightest bulb in the bunch. Sure, I might be good at math and science, but I'm generally not good at understanding some things, like figures of speech, and people. I am broken out of my daze when the teacher passes out some math worksheets for us to do. Time to put this show on the road.

"Hey, San, ummmm, what are we doing? I wasn't listening and I am not very smart." She looks up from her work and smiles at me.

"Yeah, sure. So, there is an equation, and you have to solve for x." Ha, I just thought of something totally stupid to say.

"I thought this is math. What the heck is a letter doing in the middle of it? Shouldn't the letters stay in their books?"

"Britt, the letter is an unknown number. You have to solve the equation to find out what x is."

"Oh, so, it's kind of like a mystery? Like Scooby Doo?"

"Yeah, it is kind of like a mystery. I've never really thought of it that way. You may think you're not smart, but I think you are a genius deep down, and are just misunderstood." Her comment makes me blush. I'm not used to people who don't really know me calling me a genius. They usually think I'm weird and stay away from me. The only exceptions are my friends that I work with. They appreciate me for who I really am. The fact that Santana thinks I am smart, even when I am trying to sound stupid, is really heart warming.

"Thanks, San. That really means alot to me. People usually take one look at me and think that I'm just a dumb blond, and my colleagues at MIT thought -" Oops.

"What was that? Did you say something about MIT?" Shit. Curse my non existent mouth filter. I really need to learn how to think before I say something.

"Uhh, nothing. I just said that I want to go to MIT, but I'm probably not gonna get it." She gives me a soft look.

"Britt. Let me say this one more time. You. Are. Not. Stupid. I bet that you are smart enough to go to school anywhere." Her voice starts to get louder as she get frustrated, probably because of me.

"Girls. Be quiet and work. This is not lunch, it is Math, so I expect you to be working, not socializing." The teacher calling us out definitely shut us up, but Santana gives me a stern look, which tells me that this conversation is not over, and will be revisited in a later, more private, time. I look back down at the worksheet, that I completely understand, and work on it slowly to keep the illusion up. Before long, the bell rings throughout the school, and we get up to go to the rest of our classes.

A/N: I am sorry if this story is going a bit slow, but I have to build it up. And it's gonna be pretty long too. Hopefully something 'more' will happen between them soon ;).