So this chapter is longer than my usual chapter. I put two shorter scenes together. I know you are all really pissed about that.
Brittany stood by her locker; she was finishing putting away her books when she heard somebody walk over to her.
"Come on B." Quinn said a little agitated.
"What's the rush?" Brittany asked, not picking up her pace, in fact slowing down a little.
"I told Finn I would meet him before class starts."
"So go and meet him." Brittany said curtly, she didn't really like Finn and she didn't feel like being a third wheel with Finn and Quinn.
"I don't want to be one of those girls who only pays attention to her boyfriend, and ignores her best friend."
"So you want me to come with you so then you can ignore me?" Brittany asked turning to Quinn.
Quinn didn't say anything for a moment. "Yeah. Yeah that sounds about right."
"Well I can't anyways."
"What are you doing?" Quinn asked raising an eyebrow.
"Santana said she would help me study before class started. I have a Spanish test today and I need to do good on it."
"Uhg." Quinn rolled her eyes at the mention of Santana's name. "I don't get how you hang out with her; I mean she hangs out with losers."
"The same losers in glee club that your boyfriend is captain of." Brittany snapped back.
"Why are you defending her so much?"
"Because she is really smart and nice, unlike you."
"Whatever, just don't come crawling back to me after you get slushied, because sooner or later you will get slushied hanging around her."
Brittany rolled her eyes and then glanced down the hallway to see if Santana was there yet. Her eyes widened and she felt her mouth hanging open a little. She saw Santana, but she almost didn't recognize the girl.
The girl walking down the hall, no longer had the simple headband in her hair, nor was it tied up in a pony tail. Today, her long ravenous locks were parted on the right side of her head, falling down her back and shoulders with gentle curls that framed her face perfectly. Brittany's eye's moved down to Santana's where she was surprised by the fact that the brunette's rectangular dark brown glasses were gone. Instead her brown eyes stood out, from the intense amount of mascara that helped her eyes pop.
She was wearing a bralet that had a pattern that would be described as tribal, it being striped with a diamond pattern stitched on. It was blue and purple with a little pink. The way it rested on her, it made her chest look stunning, accenting her breasts. She had on a pair of high waist jean shorts that was slightly rolled up at the end. And they were held in place by a thin braided, leather belt.
As she continued walking, Brittany's eyes moved down to her legs that were the matching olive colored skin as the rest of the Latina. She was wearing a pair of wedge sandals that were brown and had an ankle buckle, as they had a good couple inches to them.
Brittany realized her mouth was slightly open and closed it before taking a step towards the Latina. "Santana?" She asked.
"Hey Britt." Santana said finishing walking so that they were only about half a foot apart.
"Where are your glasses? Can you still see?"
"I got contacts." Santana shrugged off the question.
"Why are you…" Brittany struggled trying to find words to articulate.
Quinn glanced over hearing part of their conversation and did a double take. She eyed the Latina up and down and then rolled her eyes and walked away.
"You okay Brittany?" Santana asked raising an eyebrow slightly, watching the blonde attempting to find words.
"Yeah, it's just you look different, I mean you look great. But why are you dressed differently?"
"I just wanted to." She didn't want to admit that she was dressing this way for the blonde in front of her.
"Well you look great."
"Thanks." Santana blushed a little.
"Hey do you want to sit with me at lunch today?" Brittany asked.
"Sure." Santana tried to make it sound like she hadn't been waiting for that, so she said it nice and coolly.
"Great, meet me here after fourth period." Brittany said and began to walk away. But then she quickly turned back to the Latina. "Wanna walk with me to Spanish?"
"Okay." Santana managed to maintain her calm voice. Brittany hooked her arm in Santana's and they walked down the hallway to their Spanish class.
"You know I like your old clothes."
"Really?" Santana asked surprised at this statement.
"Yeah, your glasses make you look really cute and smart. And I don't know, I mean you seemed like you were being yourself. I liked that."
Santana had been getting looks all morning. That made her a little self conscious but she hoped that it didn't show. The forty five minutes in Spanish seemed to go on forever. She could sort of feel Brittany's eyes on her and she hoped that she looked good from behind. She wasn't exactly sure what was usually described as a nice ass so she had to hope that whatever type of ass she had was the kind that Brittany liked.
Like she had been told, Santana walked over Brittany's locker after her fourth period ended. She saw Quinn standing by Brittany's locker and paused for a second. She had heard enough stories about Quinn to know not to mess with her. She took a deep breath and continued walking towards the two cheerleaders.
"Hey Santana!" Brittany said excitedly drowning out Quinn's groan that she made after noticing Santana walking towards them.
"Hi." Santana said quietly.
"Let's go!" Brittany said just as happily as before. They walked down the hallway towards the cafeteria and then sat down at the table that usually only cheerios sat at. A couple of the girls glanced at Santana as she sat down but Brittany quickly said, "I asked her to sit with us. This is Santana." The other girls shrugged and went back to their conversation.
After taking a couple of sips from her protein shake, Brittany turned to Santana. "Oh, I can't come over tonight." Quinn looked over. "Yeah, I'm sorry but my mom needs my car so I can't make it. But I can come over longer tomorrow.
"Okay." Santana said.
"You go over to her house?" Quinn asked Brittany.
"Like I have told you before, she is tutoring me in Spanish."
"I didn't think you were being serious, I mean you go to her house?"
"Quinn." Brittany shot her a glare. Santana looked between them feeling a little uncomfortable and as if she shouldn't be there.
But before Brittany could say anything else, one of the cheerleaders began to stand up. "See you around ladies, IFLY." She said to Quinn and Brittany.
"Yeah whatever." Quinn said as she was walking away.
"IFLY?" Santana asked leaning over to Brittany a little.
"I fucking love you." Quinn sneered. "Really?" She asked Brittany.
Brittany shot Quinn another glare. "Leave her alone Quinn, you didn't know what smh was." She turned to Santana, her voice much more gentle. "Don't worry; no one says IFLY, it's something Quinn tried to start."
"Okay." Santana said a little timidly, glancing over at Quinn and then back at her food.
"Come with me for a minute." Brittany said standing up.
Santana stood up and followed Brittany out of the cafeteria. "Where are we going?" Santana asked but Brittany didn't respond.
They continued to walk until they reached the girls bathroom. Brittany pushed the door and saw a couple of freshman girls. Brittany smiled at them and they quickly gathered up their stuff and then walked out of the bathroom.
"Look, don't worry about Quinn." Brittany said turning to Santana, looking into her eyes. With her heels, they were almost the same height.
"Okay." Santana said, her eyes looking into the deep blue of the blondes.
"I mean it. Quinn is all talk, she is just slightly annoying and something to deal with." Santana nodded, not knowing what to say. "I mean I don't think you are a loser. You are really smart and nice and beautiful." Santana felt a blush on her cheeks; she looked down at the floor.
Slowly, with her right hand, Brittany moved some of her hair to the side. That way she could see the entire face of the young Latina in front of her. This caused Santana to slowly look back into the blue eyes and a slight, shy smile to form on her red lips. Brittany's eyes glanced down at her lips for a second and then went back to her eyes. She leaned in a little a cautiously pressed her lips against Santana's.
Santana kissed her back as Brittany's arms wrapped around her waist. Too soon Brittany pulled away. "We should get back to lunch." She said. Santana nodded and then Brittany walked over to the door and pulled it open, allowing Santana to walk out first.
Brittany sat in her room, combing out Lord Tubbington's fur. After getting out a matt, she scratched him behind the ears. Just then her phone buzzed against the bedside table it was on. She slid the screen so she could read the text from Finn.
Hey Britt, are you doing anything. Look I just really need to blow off some steam.
Brittany rolled her eyes; she knew that meant he had just been with Quinn and didn't feel like taking cold shower. My place is empty, come over in five. She replied and waited for him to text him saying okay.
A couple of minutes later, she heard the knocking on the door. Slowly she slid off of her bed and walked to the front door to let him in.
"Hi." He said his voice contained a bit of desperation. She didn't respond but moved to the side allowing Finn to walk into her house.
He began to make his way over to the stair case when he heard her voice. "Where are you going?"
"To your room, like we normally do."
"Change of plans." She said a little bitterly. He looked at her, face full of confusion. "Sit." She said motioning over to the couch. Finn did as he was told and expected her to join him, but instead she paced around the room.
"What is going on?"
"I am so sick of this Finn." Brittany said annoyed that she even had to have this conversation.
"Sick of what?"
"Sleeping with you. I actually don't know why we ever started it, cause there is like zip between us. And when you started dating Quinn, I ended it, but somehow we started back up. And I am just done."
"Why does it matter that I am dating Quinn?" Finn asked standing up.
"Because she is my best friend. Look I won't tell her about this, but if you text me again wanting to do it. I will tell her."
"No you won't because then she will find out that you have fooled around with half the people in our school."
"Just try me."
"Why are you doing this now?"
"Like I said, I am sick of this. I never enjoyed it actually." Finn tried to think of something to say, but instead he pulled Brittany to him, attaching their lips together. "Nothing." She said after pushing him away.
"There is someone else isn't there?" He said hurt by the rejection.
"Yeah, and unlike you, when we start to date, I won't sleep with other people."
Rage started to creep into Finn's voice. "Who is it? Are you screwing Mike cause you two seem to be hanging out quite a lot."
"Santana Lopez."
"Who?"
"Santana Lopez." Brittany said again, slowly this time, emphasizing each syllable as if Finn was stupid.
"Who the fuck is that?"
"The new girl, she hangs out with most of the glee club, I figured you would know her."
"You are breaking it off with me for that loser? She's a complete nerd!"
"Get out." Brittany said calmly, her tone completely serious.
"What?"
"Get the hell out of my house." Her voice became slightly angrier. "Do not talk shit about her because unlike you, I actually like her. And while your boobs are decent size, they aren't anything like hers."
"Are you kidding me, I am the quarterback and you are ditching me to be with the biggest loser in the school."
"Get the fuck out of my house, or I will call the police and then I will call Quinn."
Finn walked to the door angrily. He placed his hand on the knob and then turned to Brittany, and held up his right middle finger.
Here is the link to see Santana's outfit.
iwannadance withsomebody brittana._/post/25504403470/ santanas-outfit-in-chapter-7-of-beauty-and-the-geek (no spaces.)
The line is where the tumblr and dot com go. Sorry but fanfic like takes out parts.