A/N: Chapter 4 is here guys! I had already finished it a few days ago, but I didn't want to post it until I started writing chapter 5. But here it is!

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CHAPTER 4

It was mid-day when I walked into mister Schuester's classroom for Spanish class. I must've been a little early because Schuester wasn't even there yet. I chewed hard on my bubblegum and walked down the aisle to the back of the class. I stopped in my tracks when I saw a backpack lying on my table, accompanied by a blonde girl sitting on the chair. My chair. I felt my blood start to boil and stomped to the girl, fuming.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I snarled, making wild gestures with my hand. "Are you fucking retarded? Get the fuck away from..." I couldn't finish my sentence because I heard someone enter the classroom.

I turned around to see Schuester smiling widely at me. "Hi, Santana!" he chirped. "I see you've already met our new student, Brittany."

I arched an eyebrow at him. He was way too cheerful for my liking.

"Yeah, I told her she could sit there, seeing she's new and all, and since you're a fluent Spanish speaker I thought that you might help her a little," he smiled, before turning to the whiteboard and started scribbling.

I was still fuming when I turned to the girl again. I opened my mouth to sneer at her again, but then our eyes locked and the only think I could do was close my mouth again. My brain and body clashed, my brain wanting to yell and scream at her, but my body not allowing it. I felt frozen in place. I opened my mouth several times, trying to say something, but no words came out. I could only look into her blue eyes, which stared back at me. I had never seen such eyes ever before.

So fucking blue

"I-.. I-.. I'm sorry. I didn't know this was your place. I-… I'll move," she averted her eyes and stood up and shoved her books to the desk next to the one she was sitting at seconds before.

I blinked a few times, wondering what the hell just had happened. That must've been the strangest feeling I'd ever had. When I opened my eyes it was like the whole classroom was one big blur, I could only see her. She had sat down at the desk next to mine.

"Here. I'm sorry," she stammered while gesturing for me to take place next to her.

My eyebrows furrowed and I felt a crease forming at my forehead.

What the fuck…

I moved towards my table, setting my books on the desk and taking place on the chair. I shot her another quick look, trying to figure out what it was about this girl that seemed so… off. I averted my eyes when her blue eyes looked back, and moved my hand to my head, looking everywhere but at her. I suddenly felt a heat starting at my toes creeping up my body, making my skin tingle. I clenched my jaw and crossed my arms in front of my chest.

I could see her shift on her chair from out of the corner of my eyes. I felt her eyes burn into my side before she started talking.

"You're Santana, right?" her voice sounded soft. "I am Brittany; I'm on the Cheerios too."

She held out her hand for me to shake it. I turned and her gaze caught mine, making my body tense again. Something inside of me wanted to take that hand, shake it and smile at her. Something inside of me wanted to get to know her. Know where she came from, what things she liked, what she didn't like.

Hurt people before they can hurt you.

I tore my eyes from hers and glanced down at her outstretched hand. I felt my body start to relax a little again, and suddenly it felt like I had control over my brain again.

She must be up to something. Never trust people, Santana.

My lips curled into a smug smile and my eyes narrowed. This time, when I opened my mouth, the words didcome out.

"Yeah, well Brittany, we'll see how long you'll last. And knowing that I'm the head cheerleader, I´d say… not very long," I spat her name out like it was the dirtiest kind of food on earth.

She looked hurt, eyes widened and a pout on her lips when I started speaking.

Still got it.

I smiled a little at myself, happy that I found my words again.

"Now, if you would like to be so kind to shut the fuck up," I said while fumbling through my bag, looking for my earphones. When I plugged them in I saw that the other kids had already arrived and were now busy talking while taking their books out of their bags and slamming them onto their desks. I was so caught up in the moment before that I hadn't even noticed. Even Puck and Finn had taken place in front of us. I shrugged while flicking through my playlist, looking for a song. I glanced next to me once again, where Brittany was still looking hurt, and pulled one earphone out of my ear.

"Oh, and for the record Brittany," I spat again, "if you ever sit down on my chair again, I will ends you."

I put the earphone into my ear again and sat back in my chair. I knew the new girl must've been scared shitless, but she had to know who was in charge here.

In front of me, Finn turned around. He must've heard me talking to her, because he looked at her with an apologetic smile.

This was my chance to deliver the final blow. I had to do it.

I leant forward in my seat, "hey Finnocence," I whispered, but just loud enough for the girl next to me to hear. "I think you should ask her out. You two fit perfect together. Even better than you and that dwarf, because you know, Brittany here has the same amount of brain cells as you!" I said as if it was some kind of miracle. I paused for a second before adding, "three!" I smiled widely. Finn turned around without saying a thing and from the corner of my eyes I saw Brittany's shoulders slump.

I was certain she wouldn't bother me for the rest of the hour, so I took my chance to look at her. Her slightly curled blonde hair ended somewhere below her shoulders and her skin had a pale, cream colored tone. She wore a light blue top with a picture of a duck on it, and ripped skinny jeans. On her feet were brightly colored high-tops. Aside from the fact that I found her style of clothing way too "happy", I had to admit that the girl was breathtakingly beautiful. She reminded me of the head cheerleader I saw in the hall when I was a freshman, only Brittany's eyes were blue. The bluest ones I'd ever seen in my life.

She must've felt I was staring at her, because suddenly she looked at me, but luckily a little raise of my eyebrow to make her turn around again. I made sure I didn't stare at her anymore for the rest of the hour.

XXXXX

It was lunchtime at McKinley and Quinn and I were hanging out at the schoolyard, plates of food in front of us and ice cold slushy's in our hands. I sipped from my slushy, enjoying the drink cooling me from the warm weather.

"So, have you seen her yet?" Quinn asked while sliding her huge sunglasses up her nose. She looked a bit like a fly. I wanted to say something about it, but I knew she wanted me to answer her question. I knew she was talking about the new girl.

"Yup," I said, spooning some of my salad into my mouth.

Quinn raised her eyebrows and wiggled her hand in front of my face, waiting for me to continue.

"What?"

"What what? Tell me!" she exclaimed and slammed her cup on the table.

I really had no idea what I should tell her. I myself didn't even understand what it was with this girl, so how was I supposed to tell Quinn? So instead of telling her how fucking beautiful the girl's eyes were and about the way she made my skin tingle during Spanish class that day and how baffled I was, I just kept it simple:

"She's weird."

Quinn sighed, visibly irritated that I didn't give her a full description about the new girl. "How do you mean she's weird?"

"I don't know," I answered. It was the truth, I knew something was off with that girl, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Do you think she's after your spot as head cheerleader?" she asked.

I pursed my lips, thinking about it. She didn't seem like the snarky bitch type, the way she had extended her hand to me a few hours ago, her bright eyes looking at me so full of hope, it looked like she wanted to become friends.

Never trust people

I shook my head a few times, not bothering that Quinn was still waiting for an answer, clearing my head.

But all that could just as easy be a façade, all a part of her plan to take my spot as head cheerleader.

"I don't know," I answered. "I don't think so. I barked at her for five minutes straight, so if she ever thought about it, I'm sure she's too scared to do it now."

Quinn smiled at me, and I forced a smile back, but somewhere in the back of my head I still kept wondering about what the fuck had happened that afternoon in Mister Schue's classroom.

XXXXX

I had math last period, but I really didn't feel like going, so I decided to skip the lesson. I walked through the school hall, keys already in my hand, when I was suddenly stopped in my tracks by the sound of music coming from some of the classrooms. I piqued my interest, so I kept walking, coming closer to the source of the sound. I stopped in front of the classroom where glee club was held, and glanced around the hall, looking if there was someone that could see me. When I knew I was alone I peeked through the little window in the door. I expected to see a bunch of losers clapping in their hands like they were retarded while listening to Rachel Berry singing one of her Barbra songs, but what I really saw was anything but that.

Inside was Brittany, clad in grey shorts and a super tight white tank top, moving her body to the beat of the music. I looked if there was someone else in the room with her, but she was alone. It was just her and the music. She had her eyes closed and swayed her hips while twirling her body around. Her blonde hair that was tied together in a messy ponytail whipped around with her movements.

I felt my jaw drop a few inches when I watched her. She looked so intense, so pure, and so passionate while moving her body from side to side. I stepped closer to the window, giving myself a better look at her.

The music intensified, the beat pumping louder through the room, and so did her movements.

My eyes roamed her body, amazed with the strong muscles I saw in her arms and her calves. Somehow my glance fell to her breasts, which heaved up and down with every move she made, and I felt the tingles from a few hours before crawl over my body again. I tore my eyes away and stepped away from the door, blocking Brittany from my view. At that exact moment the music stopped in the room. I felt my pulse quicken, afraid that she might've seen me, so I took a dash through the hall, fumbling my phone out of my bag in the process.

My thumbs moved furiously over the touch-screen, tapping out a message.

at your place in 10. Make sure you're there.

I marched over the parking lot, got into my car and sped over to Puck's place, my body still trembling and goose bumps across my skin. I cranked up the stereo in an attempt to get my mind off of things and pressed my foot hard into the gas pedal.

I got there in less than ten minutes, but he was at home nonetheless. Only his pick-up truck was parked on the driveway, which meant his mother wasn't at home.

I almost dashed to his front door and knocked impatiently. A moment later he opened the door, a smirk across his face and eyes already hooded. I pushed him back inside, and slid my body against his, pinning him to the wall. I heard him laugh approvingly when his hands roamed my body, sliding my leather jacket of off my arms.

"Someone's hungry for the Puckzilla," he breathed.

I ignored him and instead moved my hands to the hem of his shirt and pulled upward, wanting to do it quickly. I needed him to make me feel there was nothing wrong with me, that I was normal. I needed to get all these crazy thoughts and feelings out of my system, and he was the one that was going to help me.

After I had slid the fabric of his odor soaked shirt over his muscular arms and his head, he moved his face towards mine, trying to capture my lips with his. I was quicker though, and moved my face to the side, evading his lips.

"Fuck you, Puckerman, you know the rules," I hissed.

I only got a guttural grunt as an answer as he moved his hands over my hips and further upward, cupping my breasts with his palms. I winced a little at the force with which he groped my breasts. It wasn't tender or loving; he just grabbed them with brute force and rubbed his erection against my thigh.

I needed something to get the thought of Brittany dancing in that classroom out of my mind. I just wanted that my head was clear. No thoughts. So I did the only thing I knew that would work and took his hand from my right breast and pushed it downwards, under my skirt and into my panties.

His fingers slid against my still dry folds, and when I noticed he wanted to push his fingers inside, I grabbed his hand again and pulled it a bit back, so that his fingers hovered over my clit. Then I pushed my pelvis against his hand while he kept rubbing his erection against me.

His movements were rough, uncontrolled, but still I felt my eyes close at the sensation of his fingertips stroking my clit. I heard his breathing get heavier, so I pushed him off of me and dragged him into the living room, to the couch. I pushed him, so he was lying flat on his back, grinning up at me with a dopey smile. I could see his erection through his jeans. I tore my eyes away from it and pushed my panties down, but kept my Cheerios skirt on.

Puck was already fumbling with his belt buckle and a few seconds later his jeans were on the floor, along with his boxers. He jerked his cock while I took my Cheerios top off and unclasped by bra, then he took a condom from his jeans and put it on. His eyes widened in excitement when I climbed on top of him. I outstretched my hand and reached for his cock, giving it a few jerks before positioning myself right above him. He panted loudly when I lowered myself on top of him. I entered only the tip first, then lowered myself all the way down. His hands grabbed my hips, pushing them up and down while thrusting into me. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes, not wanting to see him, not wanting to feel him, but just clear my mind.

Hearing his pants and thrusts become louder and louder, I knew he was close, but I didn't want him to come before me, so I moved my hand to my clit and started rubbing it. With my other hand I swatted his hands from my hips, taking the lead. His hips stopped thrusting and instead I started moving up and down, up and down.

The feeling of my fingers rubbing furiously against my clit made me forget all that had happened the past day, and when my mind finally became blank, I tumbled over the edge, and came with a small cry.

I stilled my movements right after my orgasm and climbed off of him, and he looked up at me with a baffled expression.

"What the fuck, Santana?" He panted out loud. "I didn't even…"

"I don't care," I deadpanned, pulling my panties up over the curve of my hips.

"C'mon, Lopez. Can you at least finish it?" he asked, dick in hand, when I reached for my Cheerios top.

"I think you're perfectly capable of doing that yourself," I snarled, pointing at his hand. Then I turned around and walked out of the house without saying another word.

XXXXX

A week later Quinn and I ran side by side along the training field, Coach Sylvester barking at us and the other girls from the other side of the field.

"God, I think I'm going to die," Quinn panted.

"Shut up, Fabray," I breathed, wiping my hand across my brow to wipe away the sweat.

Quinn shot me an angry look, but kept running. A moment later Coach growled that we had to stop running and start stretching again, indicating the end of our 2-hour training.

"Okay, everyone pick a partner and help each other stretch," I commanded the other Cheerios. I heard Quinn huff next to me, but she still swung her leg up in the air and caught her toes in her hand.

Coach Sylvester paraded towards us, not looking very content, so I prepared for the worst.

"Okay, you lazy worms, that was worthless, as usual! I want you to leave this field because watching you fail every and every time here on this precious Cheerios training field makes me want to scratch my eyeballs out and feed them to my dog," she barked through her megaphone.

Me, along with all the other Cheerios stopped stretching immediately and started to cross the field to the locker rooms. "Finally," I sighed, throwing my towel over my shoulders. Quinn and I walked side by side, a few other Cheerios in tow, the sun pricking our skin and making small droplets of sweat fall down our bodies.

"So, how long do you give the new girl?" she asked with a smug grin plastered on her face.

I was too tired and hot to understand what she was talking about, so I just shot her a questioning look.

"Before she quits," she explained herself further.

"Oh…," I started. I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know. Speak of the devil, your Bieber boy over there seems to like her," I laughed and nodded my head to the side of the field, where Sam had stopped Brittany and was now talking to her with an extremely dopey smile on his face. His shoulder leant casually against the brick wall, while his eyes roamed the blonde girl's body shamelessly.

"What the hell?" Quinn exclaimed. "What the fuck does she think she's doing? That bitch is mine."

I wanted to stop her, and point her to the fact that it seemed more like Sam was interested in Brittany than the other way around, but she was too fast and had already run into the locker rooms, probably thinking about various ways to kill the other blonde. I shot Sam and Brittany one last look, and then walked into the locker rooms myself. I found a furious, fuming Quinn sitting on the bench.

"Calm your tits, Fabray," I said when I walked up to her. "I don't see the problem here."

Quinn didn't take it as lightly as I did; I noticed that when her anger flashed eyes looked up into mine.

"That bitch shouldn't think that she can just hop in here, join the Cheerios, make heads turn and also flirt with my boyfriend!" she yelled.

I opened my mouth to speak, but was cut off when the door opened and Brittany shuffled inside. I saw Quinn shoot up and lunge for the other blonde, but it all happened so fast that I couldn't stop her. I saw Brittany's eyes widen when Quinn pushed her into the lockers with a loud slam. I heard all the other Cheerios around us gasp in surprise, huddling closer to get a better view at the spectacle in front of them.

"Let me make one thing very clear to you, new girl," Quinn growled. "You give Sam one more look, and I will kill you. Not quickly, but very, very slowly, that's more fun. Am I clear?" She made a step backwards, giving the other girl some space to breathe.

I stood frozen in place as the other girl nodded. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped when I came to the realization that she was going to say something.

This girl is so dead…

The last girl that opened her mouth after Quinn had threatened her had to switch schools because Quinn would wait for her every day after school with a fresh slushy clutched in her hand. The girl had to bring an extra pair of clothes every day, because every single day she would be covered in sticky syrup because of Quinn.

I could only watch as Quinn lunged for her again, and slamming her back into the lockers. I saw Brittany's face contract in pain as Quinn looked down on her, anger flashing through her eyes, and her fist slammed into one of the lockers, inches from Brittany's face.

"Don't act all innocent on me, you little bitch," she snarled through gritted teeth. "You think you can just waltz in here and take what I've worked for for years?" Her voice echoed through the locker room, making even the other Cheerios flinch. Quinn's fist slammed into the lockers again, even closer to Brittany's head than before. I saw the other blonde cringe in fear.

"You," Quinn pointed her index finger just a few inches from her face, "are going to make sure that I don't see, hear, or even smell you, or I'll make your life a living hell."

When I looked at Brittany again, my eyes caught hers, they were brimming with unshed tears, threatening to fall any minute. Her eyes, which were so full of hope not so long ago, now were only filled with fear, pleading me to help her. I felt the little hairs at my neck rise under her glare. I felt tingles all over my body, like little ants that were moving under my skin. It felt like my eyes were sucked into hers, and I couldn't do anything. Just stand there.

Until I saw Quinn moving her fist backwards again, ready to slam into the lockers a third time, and something deep inside jolted me, making me lunge forward, grabbing her fist tightly in mine before she could move it.

I jumped a little when Quinn snapped her head to face me, eyes full of aggression.

"What the hell, Santana!" she yelled, wiggling her fist, trying to break it free from my grasp. I looked my friend straight in the eyes, not blinking once. Her normally soft hazel eyes were a few tints darker now and her cheeks were flushed by the adrenaline.

"Let her go, Quinn," I demanded. Although I was shaking myself too, not really knowing what the hell I was doing, my voice came out strong.

I heard one of the Cheerios that were behind us gasp in anticipation after I spoke. They weren't used to me stopping Quinn from scaring someone. Usually I was the one that helpedher. And here I was, her fist clenched in mine, standing up for some stupid new girl.

Quinn's brow furrowed even deeper and she looked like she was going to let Brittany walk and kill me instead. I had never seen my best friend so angry at me, but I just couldn't help myself. I couldn't stand there watching her terrorize Brittany while she was looking at me like that. Normally, I wouldn't have even cared about Quinn scaring the shit out of someone, but this time was different. Something in Brittany's eyes made me stop Quinn from doing her any more harm.

"What the fuck?" Quinn spat in my face, still trying to break her fist free. I didn't budge, and wrapped my fist even tighter around hers. Brittany didn't say a thing, just stood there with her back against the lockers, looking from Quinn to me and back.

"It's enough. Let her go."

Quinn leered at me for another moment, before huffing and turning around. She straightened her Cheerios uniform and reached for her towel.

I kept watching Quinn, afraid that she would lunge at Brittany again in a second. I already clenched my fists when she turned around, but then I saw she was only going to say something.

"You got my drift there, new girl?"

Brittany could only nod and then looked around the locker room once more before running through the door. Before she turned I could see some fresh tears sliding down her cheek. Something inside of me wanted to go after her, make sure she was okay, but I luckily was stopped from that idea by Quinn.

"What the hell was that, Santana?" she yelled.

I sighed, pushing my brain to search for a good explanation. I clenched my jaw for a moment, looking around the locker room. Everyone was watching me in anticipation, waiting for an answer. I took a deep sigh and then opened my mouth to speak.

"She's on our team now," I started slowly, "whether you like it or not, she's a part of our team and we'll have to act like a team with her." I stopped to look at all the Cheerios, one by one, making sure they knew they were listening to the head cheerleader speaking. "I'm not going to lose Nationals because you decided to kill one of our team members."

Quinn looked at me through narrowed eyes for what seemed like an entire minute, before huffing.

"Fine," she snarled, still angry. Then she yanked her bag from the bench and stomped out of the locker room.

All the other Cheerios turned around and started to get their uniforms off. I sighed in relief that I could come up with such an explanation. It made sense, and I didn't have to tell my best friend that somewhere deep inside of me I actually felt bad for the other girl.

But that was something Santana Lopez would never say out loud of course.

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it!
Chapter 5 will be up soon.