Author's note: So, I've heard from my friend that there are Klaine stories with this type of situation, and I thought that we needed something like this with Brittana, cause come on. they are so totally soul-mate's. I do not own Glee or anything, because if I owned Santana, well. I wouldn't share sorry! Well, enjoy! and don't forget to Reveiw tank ya!

I scratch absent mindedly at the words written on my palm. Why me? Why can't I be normal? Was all that run's through my mind as I walk the hall's of my new school. People stared at me, guy's checking me out while girls stared at me with disgust. I couldn't help it I was a sexy-ass Latina. It's just who I am, but what they don't know is what I hide under my fingerless leather gloves. Maybe God made a mistake, I know the name that appears on the palm of your hand after you turn seventeen is supposed to be your soul mate, but this is impossible; absolutely impossible. I'm going to die alone, I finally conclude for the nth time.

It's been 3 weeks sense my seventeenth birthday, and we moved to a new area, transferring me school's after everyone there figured out the name. I was the head-bitch there, but then I became scum. Everyone started to treat me different, I was asked to join the golf team, kicked off the cheerleading squad and subjected to everything harsh. I came home on the last week sobbing, no longer able to hold my head high. So my parent's concluded that we where going to move, to a place barely heard of and transferring me to a school absolutely no-one has heard of. Lima, Ohio to McKinley High School; I find myself at the designated locker and fumble with my combination, avoiding the blonde who stands by me staring like I was fucken god.

"You're new." It wasn't a question, but I nodded anyways. Trying to avoid conversation; I shut my locker and start walking, but soon figured out I didn't know where I was going.

"Hey wait up; what's your name new kid?" I give her a quick once over. My breath caught in my throat before I could answer, her blue eye's as innocent as a kitten, and her blonde hair fell like sunshine raining down on her. A goof smile was plastered on her face as she noticed I stopped. Regaining myself, I look down trying to think of a reason to escape this sudden feeling that has enveloped me.

"Hello?"

"What? Oh hi, I'm um- Santana. Santana Lopez." Her face fell, as if I said something that absolutely killed her. With this slight pause, I take off down the hall until I found my next class. Social Studies; figure's, I do need to study on how to be properly social with the outside world.

I found my seat beside another blond, but her eye's where brown and I felt a rush of relief, I don't want to deal with blue eye's staring at me. The teacher came into the class and dove head first into the lesson, I looked over to see the blonde eyeing me.

"See something you like?" I whisper, giving her my signature smirk.

"Sorry Hun, I'm taken. But I know another blond if that's what you fathom." Giving me wink and laughing silently.

"I'm Santana, and damn, can I kill them to have your love?" I give a small laugh as she shoots me a fake shocked expression.

"Well then, I'm Quinn. I see your new to this crap whole of a town?"

"Sad to say. But yes, Parent's moved me here after I beat the shit out of some girl at my old school."

"Toughy? Cool, we could use a girl like you on the cheerio's."

"A girl like me? Should I be insulted?"

"You know, takes no shit kind of girl. Come to practice after school."

"Sounds sweet. Now what the fuck is going on in class. Mr. Dip-lard is ranting about some shit that I should probably know."

"Alright ladies, get your asses in motion! You think this is hard? I'm currently trying to teach a freak to do my taxes. Now that's hard! Q you're late."

"Sorry Mrs. Sylvester. I met a new kid today, Santana Lopez. I think she'll be perfect for replacing Ashley."

"Q, you remind me of a younger me, except scrawnier and not as nice facial structure. Alright sandbag's show me what you got." The powering woman, Ms. Sylvester looked directly at me. Sandbag's?

"Is she def Q? Or does she have no skill?"

"Santana." Quinn elbowed me in the side; making me step forwards waiting for instruction as the other cheerleader's make their way to the bleacher's. Quinn ran off to sit beside a brunette, leaving me alone on the gym floor with Sylvester.

"Alright sandbag's show us what you've got. Oh, I call you sandbag's because your boob's look like you stuffed them full of sand." She turned and took a seat on a chair that wasn't there before.

"Alright." I whisper to myself. Ms. Sylvester pressed play on the sound system, I knew the song instantly. I made chorography to it in my living room; It's Not Unusual by Tom Jones; but the voice was different, as one of the male cheerleader's stood up and started singing it.

The boy with dark curl's ended the song, making the last notes rough and strangely attractive. He sat back down and I stood in front of the dictator of the team, panting from pushing myself to my limits. Ms. Sylvester stood and came closer to me.

"Sloppy work, but it was better then half the team could pull of, Blaine Anderson, your singing has gotten weak and deal with those damned curls. You look like a hobbit."

"Yes ma'am."

"The rest of you; to the showers. Santana, Quinn, Blaine meet me in my office." I swallowed the hard lump in my throat as Quinn came skipping towards me and Blaine in close pursuit.

"Good job sandbag's."

"Don't call me that, or else I'll go-"

"Hi, I'm Blaine. You did a fantastic job back there! Don't mind Sue, she's a hard-ass. But the best coach you can get!" Blaine smiled a genuine smile at me, his brown eye's sparkling as he out stretched his hand. I couldn't help but smile as taking it.

"Hi, I'm Santana and thanks'. You're an amazing singer." He just shrugged and started walking off towards where Sue left. Quinn grabbed my arm as we trailed slightly behind him.

A small brunette girl came skipping up to Quinn, grabbing her hand. I watched as Quinn's face lit up and her whole persona change from a leader to something softer. I thought aimlessly about this as we walked towards Sue Sylvester's office; as we stood outside the door the brunette whispered something into Quinn's ear earning her a small smile a peck on the nose. I stared at awe at Quinn, who just shrugged before we walked into the office.

"Okay girl's." Blaine cleared his throat and I tried but failed to suppress a smirk "And Hobbit. Sandbag's meet the two co-coaches, Hobbit is the male lead and Q is the female lead. They'll show you the ropes and will be your new bestfriends. Got it? And you will show me your singing technique. But you must learn the rules. Q?"

"First: Always wear your hair in a high pony-"

"Second: Be on time at practices" Blaine chimed in

"Third: Do not be associated with the Glee club. Blaine here is an exception because his boyfriend is there and it's good for his voice, for he sing's most of the performances."

"Fourth: Remember you're the shit here. No one run's you." Sue finished, looking at Quinn and Blaine dead in the eyes, who returned the look with a knowing smirk. I of course just sat her dumbfounded.

With the day finally ending I sat fumbling around my new room; looking for nothing yet searching for something or someone. No, not someone, first of she's a she. Well Santana the name on your hand does say- I don't care what it say's. She is just some bizarre weird-o and I don't care about her. Why am I even think about her, about how her beautiful blue eye's looked at me, or how soft her blonde hair looked, or how perfect her lips looked as they formed words, or- no Santana stop being a stupid love-mush-gush. You're a queen bitch, not a lesbian romantic. Your Santana Lopez, you take no shit from no one, and you do not fall in love with a random blonde chick. Fall in love? I'm not falling in love… maybe I'm sick… maybe-

"Santana dear, you have a visitor." I'm brought out of my inner rambling's when Quinn walk's into my room holding her book's in one hand and a uniform in the other.

"I thought you'd like to be caught up in what where learning in school, and here-" she tosses the uniform at me, which I barely manage to catch "-you'll need this for tomorrow morning, practice at 6:30 sharp."

"Am?"

"Yup."

"Great." I roll my eye's and move over on the bed for her to sit down. As we start to go over notes I start feeling curious what the name on her palm read and who was the strange looking brunette?

"Can I ask you a question?" she nodded slightly in response, but I fear she thinks it's towards the homework she's trying to catch me up on.

"Personal question." I try to clarify; catching her attention, Quinn looks away from her books and looks at me questioning, giving me permission to carry on.

"I was just curious, um- who was that girl that you met up with on our way to Sue's office?" Her face suddenly changes expressions, it softens and a smile graces her features. She just lifts her palm up, showing me her palm with the name tattooed on it.
Rachel Berry. That's a girl, but she is the head cheerleader, isn't that like-

"You ok?" I come crashing back to reality as I read the worried look on Quinn's face, I must've had some weird face cause I just nodded and began to work on my paper's again as an attempted way to avoid my inability to keep my facial expressions in check.

"Santana? Hello! Who's on your hand?"

"No one."

"Come on, your seventeen, you got your name."

"Well I'm the unlucky few who didn't get theirs at the age of seventeen." I snapped probably a little too mean, but I don't care. She doesn't have to know every god damn detail about me.

"Then why do you wear those gloves?"

"Cause I fucken can, can we just do this stupid homework?" I redirect my attention back to my papers infront of me, but not before I caught the shocked look on Quinn's face. Fuck, why did I even ask her? I knew she would want me to reciprocate. Fuck Fuck Fuck.

Chapter one done! yeah. Review pretty please, I'll love you forever!