Hey guys! So I'm very new to the fanfiction world, but after I finished Glee I was left wanting more, so I turned to this site. I read lots of wonderful stories, and I was inspired to create my own. I'm still very young but love to write, so here it is! (sorry for how short the first chapter is)
Chapter One.
"Britt-britt!" I shout, then lower my voice as I reach Brittany. She looks at me and my breath hitches in my throat at the sight of her beautiful blue eyes. She smiles at me and I have to look away.
"Hey Santana, walk to class with me, I heard that lately packs of yetis have been roaming the halls of McKinley searching for students to bring to their cave in Idaho." Brittany shudders and I slip my hand into hers, smiling to myself. What some people make fun of about Brittany makes me love her even more.
"I'll keep you safe Britt," I say softly. Brittany leans in close to me. I look around quickly, and when I see that the hallways are mostly empty, I let her. I kiss the top of her head, and let myself get lost in the smell of her blonde hair, she uses homemade shampoo which she somehow got to smell like vanilla ice cream.
Suddenly a puny freshman bolts around the corner, I straighten up immediately and take my hand out of Brittany's. She looks at the floor. He stops in his tracks and looks down at his watch.
"Hi, um, where is Mrs. Pittman's classroom?" he asks nervously. He must be new, otherwise he would know better than to ask for directions from Santana Lopez.
"Down this hallway, then take a left and enter the doorway at the way end, right past the girls bathroom."
Brittany looks at me, puzzled, and the boy thanks me. He takes off immediately and Brittany and I are alone again. I take her arm and caress her soft, pale skin with my thumb.
"Santana, I didn't know the janitors closet was Mrs. Pittman's new office?" she says innocently.
"It's not Britt."
"Then why did you tell that boy that-"
I sigh, "Come on Britt-britt, lets go to Spanish."
Brittany and I arrive fashionably late, and take seats near the back. Mr. Shue greets us a little too enthusiastically and I try to pay attention as he tries to teach us how to order from a restaurant in Spanish, but I've been fluent in Spanish for my whole life, and I'm not even sure Mr. Shue knows what he's talking about half the time. He should really just stick to the glee club. I distract myself by staring at Brittany. It's a little hard to hide the fact that I'm watching her, since our seats are right next to each other, but she doesn't seem to mind. Sometimes I think she knows I'm watching her and likes it, because she'll have this really cute little smile on her face that no one can notice except myself.
She's bent over her note book taking really intense notes, or so it seems. When I notice that she keeps switching crayon colors, I bend over her shoulder and see that she's drawing a really detailed picture of three unicorns having an ice cream social.
And to think I thought it was impossible to love her more than I did a minute ago.
After Spanish, Quinn Fabray, our other best friend, the third person in our little trio, pops up beside us.
"Santana, Brittany, have you had class with Mrs. Holiday yet?" she asks.
"No," Brittany says, "But I have her next."
"You would not believe how clueless some of our friends are. Finn thought that cucumbers could give you aids."
I snort, "The same Finn that thought he got you pregnant by making out in a hot tub? With your bathing suits on? Why am I not surprised?"
Brittany laughs a little, and a warm feeling tickles my stomach. A feeling only Brittany's laugh could give me.
"I know what being unprepared can do to you," Quinn continues, "I wouldn't want anyone to go through what I went through. Being pregnant in high school was-"
"Wait," I stop her, grabbing her arm, faking shock, "You were pregnant in high school? I have never heard you talk about this before, you definitely don't start every sentence with 'when I was pregnant' or anything!"
Brittany giggles again and Quinn slaps my arm, and then takes it in her own. That's kind of how our friendship goes, Quinn and I tease each other and fight 24/7, but we've always got each others backs. I take Brittany's arm in my free one, and the three of us walk down the hall together, chatting about our day and some dress that Quinn ordered in the mail. I smirk as I see kids moving out of the way for us, averting their eyes like we're goddesses or something. We kind of are.
"Q! Sandbags! Tweedle Dumb!" The three of us sigh and turn around. Sue Sylvester, the Cheerios coach, is walking quickly towards us. I brace myself, not knowing what to expect from Coach Sylvester. "Bring extra sunglasses to Cheerios practice this afternoon," she barks at us, then she turns around and storms down the hallway, her hands in fists at her side. We look at each other in confusion and Brittany shrugs.
Quinn spots Rachel Berry, a.k.a. Troll, a.k.a. Hobbit, a.k.a. Gay Berry, and runs after her. I roll my eyes at them, and turn to Brittany.
"Do you want to come over after Cheerios practice?" she asks me, taking the words right out of my mouth. I smile at her as she continues. "Actually my little sister will have her friends from gymnastics over, so maybe it would be better to go to your house? Ooh we can watch those silly rom coms you like and eat peanut butter straight from the jar!"
I grin and move to cover her mouth, "Shh Brittany," I say, "You're letting the whole world know my weakness! Peanut butter and romantic comedies."
She giggles and loops her pinkie finger in mine, a simple touch we came up with in elementary school when a couple of assholes told us that "cute girls like us couldn't hold hands because it would be gay." Looking back on it the situation makes me mad, but Brittany and me holding pinkies has become more of a muscle memory then a compromise. Brittany raises our linked hands to her mouth and kisses my pinkie, smiling slyly at me. I blush wildly and look around, thankfully no one's watching. She winks at me and I have to remind myself to breathe. Brittany's eyes shift their gaze behind me and Brittany's face breaks out into a smile.
"I'll see you at glee club okay San?" she says quickly, giving my hand a squeeze and rushes behind me. I turn around and watch her run up to a dorky boy in a wheelchair, wearing a button up white shirt and ugly glasses. He smiles a closed-mouth smile and I scowl. Brittany kisses the top of his head and sits in his lap, my stomach twists and turns. I watch with so much hate as my favorite person ever is wheeled away by her boyfriend.
Yes, you heard me correctly, boyfriend.
