Santana's new in school, she just moved from Mexico. She's at the coffee bean when some assholes start to be racist to her. Britanny stands up for her and they end up falling for each other

There was one rule Santana Lopez was learning to live by after moving to Ohio: If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all. She had been in one too many fights back in Mexico, some even involving guys twice her size and a lot less sober, all because she had a hot temper and a big mouth. She didn't want to upset her parents anymore than she already had back home, so she decided she was going to turn over a new leaf in Ohio. What she didn't know was that the entire population in Ohio had made it their life mission to piss her off at every second of the day.

Her accent was thick, but she wasn't stupid and she certainly wasn't deaf so why did people insist on yelling their words at her? One person even tried writing down what they were saying instead of at least trying to communicate with her normally.

One day after another annoying day at school, Santana stopped by the town's Lima Bean to do homework and study a little. She really just wanted peace and quiet and with the rest of the family still settling into their new home, she needed the excuse to be away.

At first everything was fine, until a rowdy group of boys came in. She noticed that they were the same group that tried bothering her at lunch the other day, but she just ignored them and went back to her paper. She was good at tuning people out, but it was like they just begged for people to look at them and before she knew it, they were hovering over her table.

"Sup ese! Whatcha reading?"

Santana resisted the urge to roll her eyes and punch him in the throat for his originality, "Just doing homework."

"Why?" Another scoffed, "It's not like you need math for gardening. That's all you people do anyway, right?"

Santana's temper was rising, but she needed to keep her cool. She needed to just tune them out like she had been practicing.

"No dude, she's a girl..they just stay in the kitchen."

"See? You don't need math for where you're going."

Santana kept her eyes down, but the boys just wouldn't quit with their stupid stereotypes.

"Hey! I'm talking to you, can't you understand English?" One boy snapped, pushing Santana's papers off the the table. That was the last straw, Santana curled her fingers into a fist and as ready to swing on the closest one when a flash of long blonde hair caught her attention.

"Stop picking on her, Rick!" The girl demanded, her hands settling on her hips, "It's bullying and I won't accept it. Not at school and not in here."

"Yeah? What are you going to do about it, Brittany?" The one with a mullet growled as he stepped to the tall blonde, "Tell your brother?"

"I don't need him. I'll be sure that you never play hockey again personally, you know I have the connections." She replied, "That and I'll kick your ass."

"Oh please, you couldn't even hurt a- HOLY SHIT LET GO STOP!"

Santana watched as the blonde swiftly grabbed the boy's wrist and locked it behind his back, twisting his arm painfully.

"Get out of here and if I ever see you picking on her again, I'm snapping it off!" The blonde threatened, giving the arm one last tug before turning the redhead lose. He and his gang ran out of the door in five seconds flat.

She had noticed the blonde before at school, always being followed by a crowd of people and girls in red and white uniforms, but she never spoke to her. Santana just wanted to graduate high school in peace and meddling with girl's of her status was trouble.

"Hi," The blonde smiled as she made her way back to Santana's table, "I'm Brittany and you must be Santana."

"Y-yeah, how did you know?"

"I make it my job to know everyone," She shrugged casually and knelt to pick up Santana's papers scattered all over the floor.

"Oh, you don't have to. I got it." Santana said and hurriedly tried picking up the papers before Brittany, but the girl was just way too fast. The blonde smiled, her blue eyes glistening in the low lit cafe, causing Santana's breath to catch. Growing up in Mexico, blue eyes and blonde hair was very rare so Santana was mesmerized by the girl's beauty.

"You don't have to worry about them anymore," Brittany told her as she passed Santana her papers, their fingers brushing past each other's quickly, "You don't have to worry about anyone picking on you. If someone does, you tell me and I'll take care of it."

"You don't need to do that," Santana blushed as she organized her homework, "I can take care of myself just fine, I don't need anyone looking out for me. I don't need a bodyguard."

"Yeah, I know that." Brittany sighed, burying her hands in her sweater pockets, "But I don't think you should have to do that all the time, I'm sure it gets tiring and really lonely."

Santana just stared down at the table, remembering the times she hid out in the bathroom during lunch afraid of a fight she might get into or someone flipping her tray on her new jacket.

"Tell you what," Brittany smiled, setting a comforting hand on Santana's shoulder so she'd see beautiful brown eyes look up at her, "How about we be friends instead?"

Santana had gotten very skeptical about people after moving, but something about Brittany told her that she didn't have anything to be afraid of. She seemed genuine and kind and anyone who stands up to four boys in her defense automatically gets on Santana's good side.

She looked up at hopeful blue eyes and smiled, "Sure, I could really use a friend like you."