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Revenge was something that Santana was good at. It gave her the rush and satisfaction when she gave the person payback. She remembered when she first sought revenge, it was when she was in kindergarten and some kid named, Billy Elmers stole her 24 pack of Crayola Crayons and smashed them all. Then it all happened in a flash, and let's just say at the end of the day the teacher found Billy and his arm super glued to the small tables that they used.

It was Monday morning and both Santana and Puck were waiting for four certain football players to come onto the parking lot. They already got the pool set with blue dye and a huge tub of blue dye for Artie, because pushing a paraplegic into a pool was not cool. Even if they're an asshole.

"Stop it!" Santana scolded, smacking her best friend who was sucking on a straw. "We need those slushies, Puck!"

Puck hacked on the slushy he was drinking and glared at Santana. "Jesus! I was just thirsty. No biggie you prick." He then placed the giant slushy drink down next to the other three.

"You turd." Santana growled when Puck elbowed her arm pretty hard. Rubbing the sore area, she kept an eye at the parking lot. "How long are we keeping the dye in the pool?"

"Sam said that he'll drain it before swim practice." Puck replied, leaning back against the brick wall. "So they can't prove that it was us that pushed them in there."

"Sounds legit." Santana chuckled.

"So you're having lunch AND dinner with the girlfriend, eh?" Puck grinned, steering their conversation to a new topic. "That's pretty fast and you've only been on one date."

Santana blushed and scowled at Puck. "Shut it. She's not my girlfriend… yet."

"Cause you're being such a shy ass and not asking her." He retorted, kicking the pebbles away from him. He spotted a group of senior girls walking by and he charmingly winked at them. The girls rudely laughed at Puck before turning the corner of the building.

Snickering at her friend's misfortune, Santana slapped her hand on his shoulder and gave him a little shake. "Nice."

"Whatever." Puck scoffed. His eyes then widened and he pointed. "Yo, check it!"

Santana shifted her gaze to where her best friend was pointing at and smirked. She nodded her head and took the two cups of Big Gulp slushies from Puck while he grabbed the other two. The two Backstreets eyed the Uptowners, seeing that they were absolutely immersed in their conversation by Finn's car. Santana nodded her head and walked straight towards the group.

"Ladies!" Santana greeted in a sickly sweet tone with her deadly weapons behind her back, waiting to be used. "How are you four on this fine morning."

"Fuck off, Sluttana!" Karofsky snorted, leaning back on the hood of the car. He eyed Santana with a perverted look in his eyes, making Santana grind her teeth.

Puck intervened before his best friend could do anything drastic. "Fellas! I just wanted to come over and...and apologize!"

Artie stared at Puck with uncertainty. "I don't understand."

"Yeah, I don't get it." Finn said and scratched the side of his head. "So…You're like our friend again?"

"Yeaaah…" Puck shrugged and feigned a grin. "I mean, I forced Lopez to buy you all some drinks!" And removed his hands from behind and showed the four football players the slushies. "Right Lopez?"

"Totallly." Santana said and showed them her slushies.

Finn beamed. "Whoa! Thanks. I call the blue one!"

"I guess I could take the green one." Azimio muttered.

Puck and Santana glanced at each other for a second but this went unnoticed by Artie. His eyes widened as his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose. He opened his mouth to warn the others, but it was too late. A splash of slush and grape flavoring collided with his face along with his friends.

"Fucking asshole!" Finn hissed and wiping the blue slushy off his face.

Azimio forced his eyes opened, ignoring the stinging pain and saw Santana and Puck running off. He pointed his finger at them and shouted. "Get them!"

The four football players wiped most of the slush off their faces and foolishly followed the two Backstreets. Santana snickered and glanced behind her, seeing the seething faces of the Uptowners were amusing in her eyes. Panting, her eyes brightened when she saw the pool doors, pushing the double doors open, she and Puck led the football players in the pool house.

"Where they at—WHOAA!" Azimio exclaimed, accidently slipping on the wet tiled floors and sliding until the very edge of the pool.

Karofsky stopped right behind Azimio, who was still near the edge. The two Uptowners chuckled in relief for not sliding in, but their eyes widened when they saw Finn running towards them and his foot slipped causing him to crash into his two teammates and diving right into the pool.

"Guys!" Artie exclaimed with shock. He then felt his chair swirl around, making him face Santana and Puck. His eyes were mainly focused on a huge tub that they were holding.

"Abrams." Santana said with a glare. "This is fucking pay back."

Together, she and Puck lifted the tub and dumped the blue dye on Artie. Noticing as the dye took effect, they immediately left their crime scene and entered the hallway with innocent faces. They nodded at each other one last time before the bell rang and went their separate ways.

"Yeah, no." Santana said as she crossed her arms. "I'm still not joining Glee Club."

"Santana!" Rachel whined, she shook her friend's arm. "Pleaseee! We need two more members!"

Photography class went by nice and fast so they had an extra twenty minutes to talk. As Rachel was busy trying to convince Santana to join, the Latina was enjoying all the gossip going around. Right after she and Puck left the scene, people were laughing and giggling at the four jocks. Their skin was totally blue including their clothes. While they were walking around looking all embarrassed, she couldn't help but take a quick snap-shot of them.

"I don't sing." Santana said crossly.

Rachel pouted and rolled her eyes. "Fine. So how was your little revenge scheme? Judging by all the laughter around here it went rather well, perhaps?"

"Totally." Santana suddenly broke out into a grin. "Those bitches deserved it!"

"Quite so." Rachel replied and said in all seriousness. "But be careful, Santana. Once you start something it goes on until it gets out of hand and sooner or later one you guys will get hurt."

Santana rolled her eyes and didn't say anymore. She didn't want to admit it, but Rachel was right. Once things like this start, it always ends badly. But it wasn't totally her fault. It was their fault! Mainly Artie's, since he dated Brittany. But she shouldn't worry anymore about him and the three other dudes, because she always gets the last laugh.

"How did your date go?" Rachel asked and began to shine her camera's lens.

Santana shrugged as she grabbed her own camera and fiddled with it. "It was pretty good."

"Pretty good?" Rachel scoffed when she attached her lens onto her camera. She smiled at herself and lifted her camera up, pointing it at Santana, who was oblivious.

Santana subtly smiled in memory of the date. It wasn't perfect, but it wasn't horrible either. It was just right. Suddenly a flash came about in the corner of her eye and she turned her head towards Rachel. Her friend grinned, caught in her act, as she pulled the camera away from her face to look at the picture she just took.

Rachel shoved the camera at Santana and exclaimed. "I got you in a good angle, huh?"

Rolling her eyes, Santana shoved the camera away from her and said. "Not bad, Berry. Not bad at all."

"Of course." Rachel said and began to go through her pictures. "I am Rachel Barbra Berry after all."

"Of course." Santana repeated as she packed her things.

Brittany hummed as she closed her locker. She whipped her head around and couldn't help but stifle a giggle when she saw Finn clumsily walk down the hall. He looked like a giant smerf or one of those blue avatar things. Finn must have heard the giggle because he tilted his head towards Brittany's direction, giving off a dirty look on his face.

The blonde dancer tensed and pretended look somewhere, whistling away like an innocent bystander. Once Finn passed by, Brittany's grin came about again and she skipped off to Spanish. When she got near the door, she saw Quinn grinning up a storm as well and greeted her best friend with an arm slung hug.

"Hey there B." Quinn greeted when they got inside the room. There she noticed Puck and Santana already in their seats.

Brittany smiled and replied. "Hey Q. Did you see Finn and Arite? They look so funny and cute!"

Quinn chuckled nudged Brittany's arm. "Funny, yeah, but cute? I don't think so."

"They look like aliens." Brittany commented absentmindedly. Suddenly she heard a small scream and both she and Quinn turned around.

Both their brows rose up as they saw Santana in a headlock, thanks to Puck. Puck laughed and he brought his fist towards his best friend's head and rubbed it furiously, earning more growls and snarls from Santana.

"Say it!" Puck exclaimed teasingly. "Say it!"

Santana winced and held a permanent glare on her face. She dug her nails into Puck's skin, but it didn't make him flinch, it caused his actions to go on. As she thrashed around she said. "N-Never! Fuck! Over my dead body!"

"We can arrange that." Puck joked and pinched her cheeks. "C'mon Tana! Sa-ayy it!"

"No!" Santana growled.

"I still need her in one piece, Puck." Brittany said as she and Quinn approached the two. "My parents are having her for lunch next week and I'm going over to her house for dinner the following."

Puck looked up and laughed. He rubbed his fist on Santana's head on more time before releasing her. Santana gasped and punched Puck's arm, making him groan. As she fixed her hair, she threw one last dirty look at Puck before she turned towards Brittany and flashed her a grin.

"So what did Puck want you to say?" Quinn asked.

Puck's grimaced look turn into a sly grin. He draped his arm on Santana's shoulders and pulled her close to him. Santana glared up at him again while Puck continued to grin. He laughed heartedly and said. "C'mon Santana tell the pretty ladies what I wanted you to say."

"No!" Santana groaned and tried to push her best friend away, but Puck kept a firm grip on her. "Damnit Puck!"

"Fine, I'll tell them!" Puck exclaimed with a sly smile. Santana's eyes widened and hit his chest.

"No!"

"Say it then!"

"No!"

"Okay, I'll tell—"

"FINE! I, Santana motherfucking Lopez, will soon be domesticated by Brittany S. Pierce." Santana snarled out and smacked Puck before looking around to see if anyone had heard what she just said.

Brittany stifled a laugh. "Really? That's all?"

"That's all?" Santana questioned when she threw the blonde a mock pout. "That ruins my rep!"

"Of course." Brittany replied with a slight falter in her voice.

Oblivious to Brittany's strained voice, Santana began to mess around with Puck once more. When school was done, some student handed her a note from Brittany that informed Santana that she had to meet her by her locker. So currently, the Latina was standing by the Cheerio's locker, waiting.

"Hey!" Brittany skipped towards Santana, greeting her with a quick peck on the lips.

Santana closed her eyes and licked her lips. "Mhmm…Raspberry chap stick. My fave."

Brittany smiled and grabbed Santana's hand. The taller girl then began to lead Santana to wherever she wanted to go. As they walked down the halls, Santana had to ask where they were going. The only response she got was a shy smile from the Uptowner.

"We're here!" She exclaimed as she released her grip from Santana's and threw her arms up in the air.

Santana raised a brow in front of the door. The door was an ordinary one that's for sure. But through the glass window she saw a room filled with instruments and chairs. It was obviously a choir room.

With confusion, Santana asked. "What are we doing near a choir room, Britt?"

Brittany ignored her question and reached for her hand again and opened the door. She pulled the shorter girl in with her and in a corner they spotted their friends standing by a piano that was being played by Tina. Brittany quickly closed the door and dragged Santana towards their friends, who looked at them with surprised faces.

"Puck? Quinn?" Santana gaped. "You traitors!"

Quinn shrugged and replied. "Hey, she pulled that pout on me and she begged. Besides, I can't let my best friend be devoured by a certain Hobbit."

"I resent that!" Rachel exclaimed and threw a glare at the head Cheerio.

Puck wiped his nose with his thumb and said. "Pierce gave me her food at lunch."

"Fatass." Santana commented and punched his arm.

Suddenly the door opened again and in came Mr. Schue. Santana inwardly groaned when everyone else shuffled towards the chairs. The Spanish teacher of theirs stood in front of them and smiled brightly. He was surprised to find four new people that wanted to join Glee.

"Welp." Mr. Schue began as he clasped his hands together. "It's great to see that we finally have enough people to compete!"

Rachel immediately raised her hand. "Mr. Schue, now that we have the exact number of people, I would like to suggest we preform…Wait for it…Show tunes!"

"Uh." Mercedes butted in. "Hell to the no! We gotta bring in some funk, Mr. Schue."

Mike's eyes suddenly brightened and he exclaimed. "Some K-Pop would be rad."

"I'm more into Jazz." Tina threw in.

Rachel rolled her eyes and did a fake cough. "Excuse me, as your suggests do sound interesting, the judges of these competitions will be more intrigued by my set list of musicals and show tunes of the 1980s."

Kurt sighed and said. "Mr. Schue, obviously we have to do songs from this time. Something modern." He threw a glare at Rachel. "Something in English." He glanced at Mike, who in return glared. "And of course something that speaks out to people." He smirked at Mercedes and got a smirk back from her.

Mr. Schue smiled and said. "Well old music is good and sometimes having different languages spice it up."

"I want to leave." Santana blurted as she raised her hand.

Brittany nudged Santana and whispered. "C'mon, this will be fun."

Santana grimace and looked at everyone. "But they're annoying, B…"

"But they're your friends." She pointed out.

"True, but Irish and Teen Jesus aren't my friends…And I already deal everyone else at lunch. Lunch time is enough time to be with them." Santana joked.

"C'mon this will be fun, I promise." Brittany said with a slight pout.

Santana smiled softly and asked. "When will the fun part start?"

"Now!"

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Brittany's hand shot up, making everyone turn their heads towards them. Mr. Schue smiled and called out Brittany's name. The blonde dancer smiled and said. "Me and San would like to sing a song."

Santana's eyes furrowed while Brittany kept her smile on. Mr. Schue was surprised by the request, but agreed to it. The Uptowner then grabbed Santana's hand and dragged her to the front of the room. The two awkwardly stood there and stared back at their friends.

"What song are we singing?" Santana asked.

Brittany skipped towards a guitar that was on its stand and handed it to the Latina. She gave the Backstreet a kiss on the lips and whispered. "Drive By by Train."

"I do like that song." Santana grinned and began to play the opening intro. Her eyes lingered on Brittany when she began to sing and dance.

After Glee Club, Santana couldn't help but admit that she actually had fun. She loved the way Brittany danced, or how she and Puck basically shredded on their guitars like mad pros. She even enjoyed Rachel and Kurt's singing those damn Broadway songs.

"You so loved Glee." Brittany said when they got into Santana's car.

Santana couldn't help but roll her eyes as she started it up. She slyly grinned and said. "Maybe."

"You did." Brittany murmured and she leaned near the shorter girl and gave her a kiss.

As she pulled back, Santana smiled and replied. "You taste like beautiful."

Brittany laughed. "Someone can't taste like beautiful, San."

"Then you're the first person that I've met to ever taste that beautiful." Santana said with a chuckle and drove off.

After a few minutes, Brittany spoke. "So what are we going to do today?"

"I can't tutor you right now, Britt." Santana said sadly. She turned her signal on and turned right. "I have to work at the garage."

Brittany pouted and nodded in response. She looked out the window and after a few seconds her eyes brightened with excitement. She turned back to Santana and said. "I could come and help! Please, please, San! I love being with you!"

"A few weeks ago you didn't even want me to be near you." Santana joked as she turned left. "You sure you want to come with? It's not really your scene."

Brittany grinned. "Totally sure."

"Alright Miss Pierce." Santana said as she parked her car in front of the garage shop. "Let's let our hands messy." And with a wink, Santana got out of the car and got to the other side to open the door for Brittany.

The blonde dancer grinned and got out. She quickly followed Santana, who was leading her into the main building. Santana then held up a hand, stopping Brittany in her tracks and she watched curiously as Santana peeked inside a room. She then went inside and after a minute she came back with two jumpsuits.

"This one's is Puck's since mine is kind of small on you." Santana awkwardly said as she handed Brittany the jumpsuit. Brittany shrugged and went to go change as Santana did the same.

When they were done changing, Santana stifled her laughter when Brittany came out of the bathroom. Brittany had her hair in a messy bun, her sleeves were long and were covering her hands and the bottom parts of the jumpsuit were sagging. Brittany was grinning as she approached Santana.

"How do I look?" She asked shyly, swaying her body side to side, looking adorable.

Santana smiled and grabbed Brittany's hands and complimented. "Gorgeous."

"Mija!" Mr. Lopez said when he came inside. He flipped the papers in his hand and looked up. His eyes widening with intrigue. A grin formed as he saw his daughter holding hands with a lovely blonde. The shocked and embarrassed look on Santana's face told him that he probably interrupted a moment. Oh well. "Well! Hello! I'm Carlos Lopez, and you are?"

"Brittany!" Brittany introduced and bounced towards Mr. Lopez while Santana was standing there with her mouth open a jar.

"Kill me now." Santana whispered and looked up at the ceiling.

"Mija, stop talking to yourself." Mr. Lopez grinned and shook Brittany's hand excitedly. "My wife has talked about you!"

"Good things I hope." Brittany joked as she blushed.

"Of course!" Mr. Lopez said as he patted the dancer's back. "Mija! Good pick! I like her already!"

Santana rolled her eyes and grabbed Brittany's hand, dragging her to the garage. Brittany turned back to Santana's dad and waved good-bye. Mr. Lopez chuckled and waved back, watching the two girls walking out of the main building.

"Sorry about my dad." Santana apologized and led Brittany to a car that she was working on since yesterday. "He's…weird."

Brittany smiled and gave Santana a kiss on the lips. When she pulled back she saw Santana smiling goofily with her eyes still closed. The Uptowner giggled and poked her nose. "You're adorable."

"Ah that word." Santana said with a chuckle. "A word that does not describe me."

The taller girl rolled her eyes and looked at the car in front of her. It was a bit beat up, but it looked nice. She watched Santana move things around and grabbing certain tools that she needed.

"So what are we doing?" Brittany asked, shadowing Santana and watching her poke around with a few things.

"Well." She began, standing up straight and admired the engine. "I fixed the engine yesterday and today I just need to replace the top hood because as you can see it's pretty beat up."

Brittany nodded. "What happened to their hood?"

"They ran over a deer." Santana brushed off and began to wonder off to the other side of the garage.

"Oh no!" Santana heard her girl worry. "Is the deer okay?"

Pausing for a moment, Santana thought for a second and turned around to smile at Brittany. Grasping onto her hands, she said. "The deer is perfectly fine, babe."

"Really?" Brittany gushed. "Can we see it?!"

Suddenly Santana had an urge to grab Brittany and show her a random deer, claiming that it was the one that got hit and was still alive. Now that she thinks about it, if someone asked her a question that Brittany just asked, she would probably say that they were stupid for believing that a deer would survive after being run over. But it was Brittany she was talking too and for some reason, Santana takes whatever Brittany says seriously.

"Maybe." Santana said with a small smile.

"Okaaay." Brittany grinned.

Santana chuckled and pointed at a box. "This has the hood. We got it ordered last week so we're good. Lemme just open it and then you help me carry it to the car."

"Okay." Brittany replied and watched as her Santana opened the cardboard box. "Hey San?"

"Yeah?"

"How come you liked me since sixth grade?" Brittany wondered.

She watched as Santana froze at the question. The dancer could see a blush forming on the shorter girl's face. Santana continued to open the box and answer Brittany's question. "Well…I just do."

Brittany pouted. "That's not a good answer."

Rolling her eyes, Santana then gestured Brittany to help her pick up the piece of metal. "I mean, how could I not miss that laugh?"

"What do you mean?" Brittany asked and began to help carry the hood to the car.

Santana smiled in memory. "I remember you talking to this girl and I heard you laugh. That's when I fell in love with you."

"You're something Santana Lopez." Brittany smiled.

A/N: So sorry it took forever to update! I was having a writer's block and then I began to write little possible Tike and Brittana stories to help clear my mind and then i wrote a little Sugarmony one-shot and then I updated Kryptonite and then i began to look at fics and tumblr distracted me and then school is coming up haha. And then Bramtana week showed up and I began to draw a few little fan arts oh snap. lol

I was going to squeeze the Pierce/Santana lunch scene but i stopped cause I was lazy.

Anyway, do you guys know any good Tike fics? I've been having a craving for some Tike