Six Word Story: "I need serious fucking mental help."

Santana grumbled to herself as she stuffed her belongings into the gym locker, it was the first day of sophomore year and of course she barely had any friends in her classes because they had all decided to take the most stupid classes possible. None of which was another year of gym class because they were all lazy assholes.

She really didn't understand why no one wanted to take gym with her, it wasn't even that bad.

Her class was full of girls from the sports teams and a few weirdos she'd never seen before, it was complete torture. She almost considered dropping it but she really did like the class.

Santana was just about to walk out of the locker room when a slushie covered Rachel Berry rushed in, heading straight for the locker with the pink and gold lock on it right next to her own.

Santana rolled her eyes, she really should have known. Who else's lock could that have been?

"Can you tell Coach I'll be out in a second?" Rachel called out as she disappeared into the back where the showers were.

"Whatever." Santana said as she left the locker room.

What was Rachel Berry even doing in a gym class? There was no way she failed last year and had to retake it, and she definitely didn't seem like the athletic type.

Maybe she's lost and thinks it's the dance studio, Santana thought in amusement as the teacher went through the attendance.

"Where's Berry?" He asked as he looked around. "She promised she'd take gym."

Santana frowned as she looked around, most of the girls from the various sports teams looked as concerned as he did about Berry's absence.

"She said she'd be out in a minute." Santana offered with a shrug.

"Thanks, Lopez." Coach said as he handed off the attendance to the runner, "Laps around the gym to warm up, hustle, ladies!"

Santana groaned as she stood and stretched before starting, the warm up laps were the only thing she hated about gym class.

She focused on her breathing as she ran, realizing it was kind of nice not having any friends in the class because it just made it that much easier for her to complete the laps in peace.

Last year she had Brittany and Quinn in her class, they did the bare minimum and had barely passed gym because of it. It had annoyed her that the girls weren't as interested in the class but she had gone along with them because it was freshman year and she wanted to make friends.

She was glad that she could finally participate the way she wanted, those sports girls weren't going to know what hit them once she beat them at everything.

She kept her eyes on the locker room door as she ran, curious to see if Berry would come out and run or if she was hiding until the laps were over.

To say she was shocked when a tiny burst of energy ran past her would be an understatement, she hadn't even seen Berry leave the locker room let alone start running.

The girl looked like a track star the way she was sprinting around the gym track, Santana had never seen her do anything remotely active in her life.

Then again, she didn't really pay that much attention to Berry unless someone was tossing a slushie at her or she was being stuffed into a dumpster.

Santana's run slowed as she neared the end of her ten laps, she endured much worse than ten laps at Cheerios every morning but she was still out of breath by the end of them.

She jogged to the water fountain quickly after guzzling down her water, she was in desperate need of a refill.

Her eyes narrowed as she saw Berry standing in line already, a pink tint to her cheeks and a thin layer of sweat, but other than that she looked absolutely comfortable, she wasn't even struggling to breathe despite sprinting the ten laps.

Santana studied her in confusion, it just wasn't possible unless she was some sort of robot or something. It was Rachel Berry, she could belt out the entire Billboards chart from memory, she wasn't an athlete. There was no way she had that much stamina, even if she was a singer she'd have to be at least a little breathless after her run.

"Santana? Are you going to use the water fountain or just stare angrily at it?" Rachel asked in amusement.

Santana scowled as she filled her bottle, "Shut it, Berry."

Rachel shrugged as she jogged back into the gym, ponytail bouncing along behind her.

Santana walked in behind her still scowling, she prided herself on knowing everything about everyone just from studying them. She thought she had Berry figured out, but one day of gym class had proved she was very, very wrong about everything she thought she knew about her.


"So, dodgeball to start this semester off?" Coach asked as he stared around the small class.

Santana's eyebrows raised in question at Berry's excited hand clapping, who the hell was this girl?

"Berry, you're one team captain, Palmer, you're the other one." Coach said as he divided the two, "The rest of you can pick what team you want to be on, just make them equal. I'm not having a repeat of last year."

Santana watched as Berry rolled her eyes at the coach, this all had to be a dream. There was absolutely no way anyone was even going to pick Berry's team...or so she thought.

Santana watched as most of the girls ran to be on Team Berry, some playfully shoving others toward Team Palmer, where she had chosen to pledge her allegiance.

"Come on, ladies! Equal teams, you can switch later." Coach called out.

Santana watched on curiously as Berry adjusted her ponytail, it was like looking at an alternate universe version of her. It was creepily eerie and weird, she couldn't wait for the class to be over so she could go back to seeing the normal Berry.

She was so distracted by the animalistic look in Berry's eye she missed the whistle being blown and everyone charging toward the balls.

She really hadn't expected Rachel Berry to enjoy this game but the way she was whipping the balls across the gym told another story.

The girl was an animal, she dove away from the balls so gracefully and effortlessly, still managing to throw and eliminate girls while diving all over the floor.

Santana couldn't believe what she was seeing, there was no way this was Broadway nerd Rachel Berry, it just didn't make sense.

Santana quickly ducked as a ball sailed toward her, Rachel Berry smirking on the other end of the gym let her know exactly where it had come from too.

She narrowed her eyes as she whipped her ball in the direction of not-Berry, the girl ducking just in time while throwing another ball.

Santana really had no time to react as the ball hit her square in the face.

"Lopez, out! Nice hit, Berry." Coach yelled.

Santana walked toward the sideline in shock, she never lost at dodgeball, she was animal at the sport.

This was starting out to be a really weird fucking year.


"She was crazy, I swear I'm not making it up!" Santana exclaimed as she collected the pompoms from the morning practice.

Quinn shook her head as she checked off each pair, "Look it's not that we don't believe you, it's just.."

"We don't believe you." Brittany finished with a shrug.

"I'm telling you, it was like loser-Berry came in covered in slushie and not-Berry came out and was a total animal. She beat me at dodgeball!" Santana said.

"Are you talking about Rachel Berry?"

Santana turned her attention toward the Cheerio with a glare, "Not that it's any of your business, but yeah."

"She was in my gym class last year, she's crazy good. Wait until Coach makes you play soccer, if I were you I'd start being on her team." The Cheerio warned, "I made the mistake of not picking her team and always ended up doing laps because my team always lost."

Santana gave her friends an I-told-you-so look, "I'm not crazy, Berry is a beast."

"Well, her nickname is RuPaul for a reason, right?" Quinn smirked as she headed inside with Brittany at her side.

Santana frowned as she watched the two blondes walk away giggling, she was the last person that would ever defend Berry but making fun of her just didn't seem right, especially not the way Quinn did it.

Sometimes she was thankful she hid how different she really was, she knew Quinn would drop her if she showed any sign of something the blonde looked down on.

High school was like a video game, if you played it just right there was a good chance you'd level up with the highest ranking.

But if you got even a little bit off course...you'd end up at the bottom, without any cool powers or the strong team members that keep you from becoming the lowest rank possible.

She knew she could never tell anyone any of this because she'd be cast aside as another loser, but in high school there were things you just had to do to get by.

Even if that meant acting like someone you're not and losing yourself along the way.

You either make yourself fit in or deal with being a nobody.

And Santana Lopez definitely wasn't a nobody.


Santana strolled into the locker room with a scowl, no matter how much she loved the class she knew she'd enter it and exit it with a scowl every day.

To her surprise Berry was already there, changed and ready to go. She had a foot raised on her locker door as she tied her gym shoes and stretched.

Santana couldn't help but notice the smooth, toned leg, the short gym shorts doing nothing to conceal anything.

She gulped as she felt the heat rise to her cheeks, she didn't know why looking at Berry's legs was making her feel like Puck when he saw..well, any girl with a pulse.

Berry's legs never made her feel like this, and the girl could definitely rock a skirt.

There was just something about the gym shorts that turned her into a teenage boy.

Santana buried head in her locker quickly, she couldn't be having those thoughts about Rachel Berry let alone any other girl.

She had to play the game right, she couldn't get thrown off course by sudden feelings, feelings she'd been trying to repress for the past two years.

No, she was normal.

She liked boys, not girls and especially not girls named Rachel Berry.

Even if she had really smooth and toned legs that would probably feel amazing wrapped around her.

She groaned internally, she couldn't have these thoughts, it wasn't fair. She was supposed to be normal, she was supposed to repress them until she could get the hell out of Lima and away from anyone she knew.

Sneaking a peak at the girl next to her she sighed, gym class with Rachel Berry was going to be her downfall.


It was a month and a half of constant losing and extreme work out punishments before Santana finally decided to start being on Berry's teams during whatever sport they were playing.

It was no secret that the girl was in absolute beast mode the entire class, it was also no secret why she was Coach's favorite.

It didn't matter what sport or warm up or exercise they were doing, Berry always did it best.

For someone so short she was surprisingly good at basketball and volleyball.

Being tiny also wasn't a problem for her during football and rugby, she was a tank.

Sometimes Santana still didn't believe it was Berry in her class, the complete transformation from hallway-Berry to gym class-Berry was frightening.

She seemed more in her element in the gym than she did on the stage when she belted out ballads.

She looked more herself when she was barreling down the gym with the soccer ball than she did when she was performing in the school musical.

Santana couldn't even understand how someone could be so good at everything thrown at them, apart from popularity and any form of social skill.

It took two months of changing beside each other before Santana even got a full glimpse at her.

The toned stomach shouldn't have been surprising after seeing how athletic she was, but the moment she pulled off that ugly yellow sweater and revealed what was hiding underneath Santana was a goner.

She was so naturally tanned, her body was toned as fuck and she looked smooth all over.

It took every ounce of Santana's willpower to stop staring, disgusted with herself for even doing it in the first place.

She couldn't believe Rachel Berry was the one making her feel like this after she worked so hard to repress any lesbian thoughts.

"I need serious fucking mental help." She mumbled to herself as she watched Rachel disappear out of the locker room, the shorts still not concealing anything.


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