Authors Note: MEET JOEY ! In my head I always imagined that Santana had a best friend before Brittany and that best friend was something like the opposite of Santana . Not afraid of being who she was , nice yet bitchy and takes a major stand for herself. And with that said I created Joey !


Chapter 2

Counting the minutes to when I'll see her again / hoping that she'll someday be my friend

"Cheerleading try-outs are today, you know that right?"

Santana sighed, "I know. I'm nervous."

"Santana Lopez? Nervous? Never thought I'd see the day."

"Ha, ha."

Santana and her best friend, Josephine Appleton, nicknamed Joey, made their way into the cafeteria. They sat in the back, watching the "pretties", "wannabees", "nerds", "jocks", "super jocks", and "super wannabee jocks" pass their table.

"Are you sure you want to be one of them? I mean it's like a cult, once you get in how on Earth will you get out?" Joey asked, taking a bite full of her spaghetti.

"Who said I wanted to get out? I've noticed that this school is all about labels, Joey. If you want to be somebody you have to be at the top. And being a cheerleader will deff get me on the top. You should try out with me."

"Me? Cheerleader? No thanks."

"But why not? Give me one reason."

"Hmmm…I got a great one: I'm gay."

"Shhh!" Santana quickly looked around the cafeteria looking to see if anyone had heard her, "I told you about that."

"But I am…"

"I know you are, but you could be a little more secretive about it."

"It's not like I wear a sign on the back of my shirt that says, 'Hi my name is Joey and I like girls.' Then again it's not really a secret either."

"What are you talking about?"

"A few people around here know I'm gay, it's not really a bad thing…"

"No, but it is if you want to be popular. If you want to stay on top, if you don't want to be that guy." Santana and Joey turned to see a jock throwing a slushie down a freshman's pants.

"Wonder what he did…" Joey questioned.

"Breathed…I'm telling you Joey, if you want to be on top follow me. I'll take you there."

"No thanks, I rather be a slushie loser than a wannabee." Joey took her tray and dumped it into the trash can and made her way out of the cafeteria. Santana sat there admiring the cheerleaders and hoping she'll make it.

At cheerleading try-outs…

"Let's get one thing clear, I don't like you. Any of you, all of you are nobody's to me and you will continue to be nobody's until you prove yourself. Hairy Legs!" A girl with a single hair on her legs made her way to the center of the hot gym where Coach Sylvester stood. "Hairy legs explain to these pathetic sacks of teenage meat what it's like to be a Cheerio."

"Its hard work, but worth it." The girl squeaked. Her voice was timid and scared yet vicious, "Coach Sylvester is one of the hardest working coaches in the business. With her, you won't go wrong."

Coach Sylvester blew her whistle, "Laps, NOW!"

All the girls trampled out of the gym onto the track, some traveled in herds others in partners, but Santana ran alone. She didn't want to be accompanied; she needed to get her mind right if she was going to become cheerleading captain.

"Hey!"

Santana slowed her pace as the girl that bumped her in the hallway made her way towards her. She was glistening with light sweat, her blonde hair was tied back in a tight ponytail and her ocean blue eyes were hidden behind brown sunglasses. She jogged in a pace of grace and style towards Santana, her eyes fixed upon the blonde's body. Starting from her head down to her white shoes.

"Hi." Santana said once the girl had caught up to her.

"Wanna double up?"

"I gue…"

"I'm Brittany." The girl stuck out her hand for Santana to shake. Usually Santana didn't like sweat, but she made an exception for her.

"Santana." She said shaking her hand.

"Sorry about earlier with your books."

"No big deal."

"So, you want to be a cheerleader? Me too, I think it's the only thing I'm really good at."

"Really…"

"Besides dancing, I like to dance. Can you dance?"

"Yes, well, I guess, I never really danced in front of a crowd before."

"Me either, but my mirror is very pleased with my dancing skills."

Santana couldn't help but smile at the blonde, whom she noticed was in great shape. She must work out at least four times a week to have the body she had. Santana was caught in mid-stare when she heard the whistle of Coach Sylvester.

"Hey! YOU TWO!" Santana and Brittany turned to stare at Coach Sylvester who was pointing at them.

"Who us?" Brittany asked the obvious.

Santana moved forward while Brittany followed closely behind. They stood in front of Coach Sylvester as the other try-outers watched.

"What's your name, Skinny?" She asked Brittany.

"Brittany."

"You, Maria?"

"Santana." She said, trying to ignore the racist remark.

"If you make it, I'll remember those names. Until then you two are the doublemint. You're Maria and she's Jessica, or tanned Barbie and Barbie. Whichever you like."

"I like Barbie." Brittany said, Santana looked at the girl with an eyebrow raised.

"Barbie and tanned Barbie it is. Now when I tell you to do laps, you do laps. Don't linger behind like snails. My team isn't filled with snails; you know what it's filled with?"

The shook their heads.

"Snakes." Brittany looked bemused, "Vicious, venomous snakes, who kill and enjoy it. They strike out their competition with one fatal blow and don't look at their prey when they're done. No, you know what they do? They leave with their trophy and their venomous tongue sticking out with pride. I want snakes, ladies, snakes. You two have great shapes, not too big not too small, seem to both have a cheerleader quality about you, but if you're going to be snails then you can…"

"No, Brit and I are snakes. We're hungry snakes." Santana said, quickly grabbing Brittany's arm. Coach Sylvester smiled.

"Better be, if not. I'll feed you to the birds." She blew her whistle, "Ten laps, let's go!"

After try-outs…

"I didn't know birds ate snakes."

"Tough birds, like falcons and such." Santana was pulling on her jeans in the girl's changing room. She and Brittany were the only two left.

"You're so smart."

Santana shrugged.

"Thanks for taking up for me with the coach."

"I didn't take up for you." Brittany looked hurt, "I took up for us. You heard what she said, we're the doublemint…"

"Like the commercials? I thought only twins could be doublemints."

"We are twins, ever heard of ying and yang?"

Brittany shook her head, "Are they a music group?"

"No, they represent two opposite ends that balance each other out. That's what we'll be. Ying and yang, we'll balance each other and help each other whenever we can."

Brittany smiled.

"I'll like that…" Brittany grabbed her tout bag and slung it on her shoulder, "You know you're the first person here who was actually sort of nice to me, thanks. I appreciate it."

"No problem."

"Most people think I'm dumb, and pick at me, but you're different…"

"You're not dumb, Brittany. You're just misunderstood."

"I never saw it that way."

Santana smiled and slung her bag over her shoulder, "You know Brittany I can see you and me being together for a very long time."

"Like immoral?"

Santana smiled, "Totally."