Hey peeps! So I'm new to the Glee fandom, having legit just binged the whole series during lockdown. But theres a couple of things I quickly realised, 1) Santana Lopez is a queen. 2) She deserved so much better (especially in the later seasons). I'm shit at uploading regularly, but I'm gonna try I promise to upload at least once every two weeks! I mean I'm not even sure if people still read Glee fanfics, I'm so late to the fandom, so I maybe uploading this to absolutely nobody, but who knows...
Anyways here it is: Glee...from the viewpoint of Santana Lopez...

Glee: Season 1 Episode 1 - Pilot

Chapter One
'beep…beep…' I try my best to open my eyes, my lids heavy from the lack of sleep. 'beep…beep…' Trying again, I manage to partly open my right eye as I turn to face my alarm. It's still dark outside as my eye focuses on the green numbers lit up on my alarm clock. 4:45am. Fuck, I'm late. I reach out grabbing my phone off my dresser, trying to focus on the dimly lit screen and sure enough there it is, two missed calls and three messages from Quinn.
'San, where r u?"
'Hurry up, Coach Sue, will b pissed!'
'If ur not here in 5, I'm leaving without u!"
Oh shit! I can't be late again. I shut my eyes and stretch one last time, mentally preparing myself for the day ahead, before ripping the covers off and grabbing the first shirt and shorts I can find. I jog down the stairs trying to slip my sneakers on as I do without falling over. I quickly scribble down a note on the pad at the door before I leave the house.'Going 4 run with Q. B back soon'

I slip my earphones in my ears, music blasting out, and try to think of the route Quinn will have taken. I reach the park as the sun rises; I see a lowly blond figure running round the outskirts on the opposite side to me. That will be Quinn I think to myself as I sprint across the park.
"Hey Q" I say as I reach the blond, pulling the earphone out my right ear and putting the cord around the back of my neck, so it doesn't hit me in the face whilst I run.
"Your late" Quinn snaps back, not even making any eye contact as I run alongside her.
"I know. I'm sorry. I slept through my alarm, and my phone was on silent, so I didn't hear it ring" I try my best to explain.
"Do you want to win nationals or not?" Quinn returns, the frustration clear in her voice.
"Well, obviously" I snap back, rolling my eyes and I can feel my guard quickly rise for another day.
"Well start acting like it. Coach Sue will be pissed if she finds out you've missed another run. She'll kick you off the Cheerios. You know how important nationals are to her" Quinn lectures. Shit, she's right I think to myself. I can't get kicked off the Cheerios. Without the Cheerios what even am I. I am a Cheerio, without them I'm nothing. Without the Cheerios, would people even notice me? Or would I just be the mean chick? What would my abuela think? Me being a Cheerio means everything to her, she always wanted me to be more girly. I close my eyes hard and shake my head, whilst still running, trying to stop my train of thought. I need to focus. I can tell Quinn is seriously pissed. Right, time to do some serious damage control I tell myself.
"You're not going to tell Coach Sue?...Are you?" I asked nervously. I know Quinn's my friend, but she's head Cheerio, and nationals mean everything to her. "No" she replies, as she breathes out "But don't be late again! Or I will!" she says as she reaches the exit of the park and stops.
"Thank you Q!" I squeal, breathing out a sigh of relief and quickly hug the blond, whilst still jogging on the spot. "I'm gonna do another lap of the park, but I'll meet you at school for practice" I add, checking the time on my phone. I have time for another lap I think to myself, as long as I skip breakfast.
"Okay, but don't be late!" Quinn warns as she starts to exit the park.
"I won't" I reply as I put my right earphone back in my ear and sprint off down the track. I can't the Cheerios are too important I think to myself.

Finally reaching my front door I look down at my phone. 7:05am. Okay I think to myself, Cheerios practise starts at 7:30. It takes, 15 minutes to get to school, 10 if I jog. That leaves 10-15 minutes to shower and change. I can do that I reassure myself, as long as I don't get sucked into a conversation with my parents, and skip breakfast. Once I open the door, I run into the house ignoring the low chatter coming from the kitchen and go straight to my room. I quickly undress and jump into the shower, thinking about the day ahead as I wash the sweat from my hair and body.
Okay, so I've got double Cheerios practise first. My legs buckle at the thought of a two-hour session with no food and Sue constantly screaming though her bloody megaphone. I try to think of the positives of practise. Well, it will all be worth it when we win nationals (again!), and I get out of first period Spanish with Shue. That's just a bonus. At least I don't have to listen to him read (badly) out of a dusty old Spanish textbook and try to pass off his misread words and shocking attempt at a Spanish accent for an actual high school education. Also, Brittany will be at practise. A small smile escapes my lips as I exit the shower and dry my hair as quickly as possible. Oh, Brittany, I think. My bestie, my day one, my home girl. She can always brighten even the worst of Cheerio practises. I can't wait to hear what stories she has for us today. I finish applying my makeup and quickly pull on my Cheerios uniform before checking the time. 7:19am. Good I'm on time (ish). I take one last look in the mirror and give myself a final pep talk for the day.

I jog back down the stairs picking up my backpack off the floor and throw it over my shoulder.
"Bye mami… bye papi…love you" I shout as I open the door.
"Hold on mija…" my mother shouts back as I freeze, the door half open. I look down at my phone. 7:20am. Shit, I haven't got time for this I think to myself.
"Yes mami" I reply turning away from the front door, plastering a fake smile across my face.
"You haven't had any breakfast. You need to eat something..."
"I can't mami, I'm gonna be late" I interject, interrupting my mother "anyway Q's bringing breakfast to school" I add lying.
"School doesn't start from another forty minutes mija. Have some food and I will take you to school on my way to work…"
"I can't. Early Cheerios practise. Starts in ten" I shout back as I run out the front door, cutting my mother of midsentence for a second time. I quickly look at my phone. 7:21am. Shit, I think running off down the street. I can't be late!