Two days.
She had only been there two and she was already starting to get sick of Lima. She was beyond annoyed with the teachers calling on her in class despite knowing that she didn't have the answer. It was as if it was their goal to humiliate her in front of everybody. Science was the absolute worst. The only thing remotely good about it was that Rachel was there to help her keep up in class. She never really understood the reasoning behind science. It would be way easier if they said that the dinosaurs built everything; The end, but no... There had to be a cause and a reaction. And really, Brittany was cool with just guesstimating.
English didn't seem to be as bad now ever since Mike showed up. He was a bit nerdy but in a cute way that made her giggle all the time. He was actually very nice and funny, and not at all like most football players she had had the displeasure of meeting. The two of them mostly talked while they tried to ignore the other two football players who wold interject with insulting comments every now and then. Mike also knew how to dance which Brittany was ecstatic to hear. He told her that he was in the glee club before it was cancelled.
Has Rachel talked to him?
"Has Rachel talked to you about the renegade singing group yet?" Brittany voiced her thoughts in a hushed whisper. Mike nodded with a grim expression on his face before replying, "I'm not much of a singer. I as only an asset to the club 'cause of my slick moves."
Karofsky whispered something in Azimo's ear, causing the large boy to cackle loudly and slap the other boy on the back. Brittany rolled her eyes at the two of them before turning back to Mike with genuine interest written across her expression.
"I don't sing much either." Brittany offered. "I'm more into dancing too. So if you come to Rachel's house on Friday I can guarantee you'll have a totally wicked dance partner." She finished cockily. Azimo snorted brutishly at the blonde's comment, quickly looking back to the teacher afterwords, but not before catching Brittany's venomous glare.
Mike smiled at Brittany encouragingly as he slid over their reading assignment for her to look at. She didn't actually want to contribute to it seeing as she knew literally nothing about Shakespeare.
"Be there at seven and I'll show you how to Dougie." Brittany whispered secretively as if she was telling him the whereabouts to a secret portal to Narnia.
Lions are adorable when they talk and aren't trying to bite your face off.
"Well when you put it like that..." He trailed off with a wink that caused an embarrassing flush to wash across Brittany's face.
"Ugh- Um... Awesome! I mean great." She beamed. Mike smiled back politely before turning back to his work.
Smooth.
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Now that she thinks about it, her day has been going pretty well so far. Well, with the exception of First Period Math. Really, who even wanted to start the day with something like math. Instead of actually doing work, Brittany sat in the back of the class and unconsciously watched the morning Cheerio practice that seemed to always occur outside the window, giving her a picture perfect view. It was as if cheerleading was a work of art to those girls, and she knew for a fact that it was also their one way out of this town. Brittany had respect for them. If it was her in their shoes, she'd be working her ass off as hard as they were.
Like now for example. Approximately thirty girls were doing there seventeenth- yeah, that's right, she counted -lap on an abnormally hot September day. She doesn't doubt that if she wanted to cook some eggs on the sidewalk, she'd be able to do it easily.
Scratch that. She would probably burn them.
Brittany grimaced as she watched the cheerleaders sweat up a storm while their cheerleading coach sat in the bleachers with a large hose, spraying them as they ran past. Yup, those girls definitely had her reluctant respect.
Who she didn't have respect for was Santana Lopez.
Brittany examined the Latina that was lounging gracefully on the grass next to Quinn, talking about this and that, obviously not giving a damn about their fellow teammates.
Santana was only in two of her classes; Science and Gym, but she made it her personal mission to be as annoying as possible in that small time frame.
In science she whispered snide remarks to Quinn about Rachel or her or how she couldn't understand for the life of her how an obviously struggling Brittany couldn't comprehend simple biology. When they had to dissect a frog on the first day, Rachel looked at the blonde girl sympathetically and offered to talk her through it, only to have the Latina Cheerio purposefully bump the tray containing the frog as she strut past, knocking over the frog and dissecting utensils into Brittany's lap.
Now it was gym and she was starting to become suspicious of the girl. Now it would be the first gym class she attended after their confrontation on the football field, and they had to run laps, which was easy with her long, dancer legs. Santana was also surprisingly fast for someone of her stature. And it appeared that she was easily able to keep up with Brittany's pace no matter how hard the blonde tried to loose her. Brittany had tried to run faster hoping that Santana would fall back behind her, but the other girl just kept pushing along beside her, looking straight ahead as if the blonde girl wasn't there.
She decided to ignore her for now. She wasn't exactly doing anything wrong... Right?
When the two girls were both on their last lap, Santana hastily cut off Brittany with no warning, causing Brittany to trip over her own feet in her attempt to keep herself from colliding with the other girl. Next thing she knew, her hands and knees were meeting the harsh gravel. Brittany let out a strangled breath, startled at the odd change of pace. She looked up into the blinding sun to see Santana smirking down at her.
"Might want to watch where you're going next time, Pierce." She sneered at her before jogging off towards the private Cheerio's changing room.
Brittany groaned angrily as she got to her feet, wiping the gravel off her hands and brushing it off of her knees. She winced when she saw the tiny spots of blood coating her hands.
"Fan-fucking-tastic." She growled as she rubbed her hands angrily against her gym shorts.
She knew that she and Santana had finished way ahead of the other students, so this was the perfect time to do what she had planned to do if the Latina ever gave her anymore problems.
MUAH HAHA-
Now that she thinks about it, she's more of a sinister giggler.
Tee Hee Hee...
Brittany blinked away her thoughts before she took off in a dead-sprint towards the change room that Santana had entered shortly before. She caught her breath at the door before slowly tip toeing into the change room as quietly as she could. Her ears perked up at the sound of the shower on. This is just too easy, Brittany thought. Santana was the only Cheerio using the change room this period- or so she hoped, her plan was sort of depending on it.
Brittany grabbed all the Cheerio's towels that were littered randomly around the room and threw them into the supply closet along with the pile of towels piled neatly by the row of showers that she had snagged without signalling the Latina's attention. As soon as all the towels were in the closet, she applied all her strength into yanking the door knob off the door, and hiding it on top of the lockers, out of most peoples reach.
"As he came into the window
It was the sound of a crescendo.
He came into her apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet,"
Brittany's breath haltered at the sound of the beautiful singing coming from the shower. She knew this was messed up, listening to someone shower sing in the process of trying to pay back said person, but Santana was, well she was fantastic. Her voice was wispy and full at the same time, it caused tingles to dance over Brittany's spine causing her to shudder.
"She Ran Underneath The Table
He Could See She Was Unable,
So She Ran Into The Bedroom.
She Was Struck Down, It Was Her Doom,"
Brittany found herself unconsciously creeping over towards the shower area, but stopped before she came into view.
"Annie Are You OK? Will You Tell Us That You're OK?
There's A Sign In The Window. That He Struck You - A Crescendo Annie
He Came Into Your Apartment. He Left The Bloodstains On The Carpet.
Then You Ran Into The Bedroom. You Were Struck Down, It Was Your Doom."
Brittany seemed to snap out of it then. She walked slowly away from the showers and searched the dressing room for what she was looking for.
"Bingo..." She whispered as she pulled open a cracked open locker. She had to will herself once again to not get distracted by the other girl's singing and concentrate at the task on hand.
Brittany grabbed the Latina's gym bag and slung it over her shoulder. She had done this prank countless times before, and though it was simple and juvenile, it did have it's rewards. And Santana really needed to be knocked down a few pegs.
"You've been hit by, You've been hit by- a Smooth Criminal."
Brittany cast one last glance over her shoulder before ducking out of the private locker room.
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"So that's almost everybody that was in the old Glee Club. They should be at my house this Friday and ready to sing their socks off." Rachel said enthusiastically as she watched Brittany pull her back pack out of her locker.
"I totally tried that once. All it did was make Lord T very annoyed." Brittany pouted thoughtfully. "It took me forever to get him out from underneath the bed, but I did get this super cool Hello Kitty band-aid from when he swatted my nose." She added happily.
Rachel blinked confusedly before brushing off Brittany's previous statement and regaining her composure.
Brittany smiled brightly at her as she closed her locker.
"So Friday is definitely on? 'Cause I really want to get my sweet dancin' on." Brittany said, mimicking Santana's ghetto voice that she had became all to familiar with.
Rachel laughed at the blonde's antics and nodded.
"Finn just needs to talk to Sam, Puck, Matt, and Mike. Then we'll have the original team back together." Rachel sighed happily. "It's going to be phenomenal."
"I already talked to Mike. He seemed pretty into the idea of dancing again." Brittany informed the other girl helpfully.
Rachel clapped excitedly and looped her arm through Brittany's.
"This is fabulous! I cannot wait till Friday." Rachel said, leading Brittany down the hall, towards the student parking lot. "I have not been this excited since Barbra responded to one of my tear inducing e-mails that I sent her. The explained my life story and how I had to overcome the many obstacles of the narrow-minded simpletons of Lima."
Angry shouting rebounded off the walls and all the students looked over to see what was happening.
Brittany spun Rachel around and headed in the other direction.
"You know what? I think that I parked my car at the other side of the school." Brittany said hastily as she literally dragged the shorter girl away from the commotion.
"Oh no, this is not a photo opportunity, hijo de putas!" Brittany sighed sadly and let her arm fall from Rachel's."Pierce!"
Brittany cringed at the amount of volume the Latina used.
Santana Lopez was storming down the hall way in only a towel- hmm, Brittany was sure she had got all of them- with her still wet hair blowing wildly behind her.
"You are so dead! Do you hear me! Dead! I will make sure that your life is completely unlivable!" Santana yelled as she flailed her arms, causing the tightly wrapped towel covering her to slip. She caught it just in time, and readjusted it.
Rachel stood beside Brittany, a hand over her mouth to keep her from laughing, but no luck. Rachel let out an obnoxiously loud giggle, and that seemed to trigger the rest of the school. The hall way was full of laughter at the Latina's expense. With one glare from Santana, the laughter quickly died down.
Santana marched right up into Brittany's space. The blonde took an involuntary step back at the half-naked Latina's proximity.
"You will be at my house tonight at seven with my clothes and my cell phone, if you're late..." Santana poked Brittany roughly in the chest. "You will get to meet Lima Height's Welcoming Comitee. And, Honey, they are not nice people."
With one last glare, Santana stormed away. The crowd of students stumbled over each other, trying to get out of her way. Santana's look was nothing less than murderous. It was then that Brittany questioned f she had gone a bit far.
Nah.
"I don't understand why she just didn't wait in the changeroom..." Brittany wondered, making Rachel look at her with an aghast expression combined, but also one of that which someone had been thoroughly impressed/
"Clear the halls you mouth breathers! It's starting to smell to much like Axe body spray." Coach Sue yelled.
The students fled in every which direction except for a still motionless Brittany and a nervous Rachel who was tugging on her sleeve.
"You." Sue called, signalling for the tall blonde to come over. Rachel cast Brittany a worried look before saying, "I'll wait for you by your car," And shuffling away, avoiding Brittany's eyes.
"My office, barbie." Sue snapped, pointing to the room to her left.
Brittany swallowed thickly and made her way into the office with Sue right on her tail.
"Take a seat on one of those workout balls." Sue said as she took her seat in an authoritative looking chair. "We wouldn't want you getting fat by sitting."
Brittany scrunched her eyebrows confusedly before doing what she was told.
"First off," Sue pulled a pair of reading glasses out of nowhere and slid them on her face. "Who the hell are you?"
"Um... Brittany S. Pierce... I was there when you showed up at my first gym lesson. You threw a dodge ball at Mr. Wilson and called him an Oompa Loompa."
Sue nodded silently and stroked her chin thoughtfully.
"He does look like one, doesn't he?" She asked herself. "Anyways Barbra-"
"Brittany."
"Do you want to know something odd?" Without waiting for the blonde to respond she continued. "I was sitting here, watching crappy day time television, when one of my co-head Cheerio's ran past my window wearing only a towel. She was also screaming about someone named Pierce."
Sue pulled out a file from under her desk with Brittany's name on it.
"If you knew my name, why did you ask?" Brittany asked, not expecting an answer.
Sue flipped the file open and flipped through it aimlessly.
"You've got quite the record here, missy. And what happened to Ms. Lopez seems right up your ally."
Brittany shrugged, keeping her eyes trained on the floor. She hoped that red stain on the carpet wasn't blood.
"So here's what's happening." Sue tossed Brittany's file in the garbage on the side of the desk. "I really don't like people messing with my Cheerio's. It's not good for me, and it's definitely not good for the people doing the dirty. I have my girl's trained like soldiers. If someone pushes them to the brink of insanity, they'll attack, and I can guarantee the pushers won't be alive for long."
Brittany's mouth gaped like a fish at the woman in front of her. She couldn't tell if she was joking or not.
"So, since I don't want to deal with a law suite if Juggers the Clown decides to turn into a serial killer and slowly impale you with toothpicks until you bleed out, I see only one other option. You will join the Cheerio's."
Sue and Brittany's eyes locked, and they stared at each other for what seemed to be hours, until Brittany burst out laughing.
"J-Join the Cheerios?" She laughed incredulously. "Yeah, sure, whatever you say."
"I detect sarcasm in that sentence, and I don't like it." Brittany stopped laughing immediately and looked up at the glaring woman. "That's not the kind of attitude I want from a Cheerio."
"Well maybe that's 'cause I'm not a Cheerio." Brittany responded cheekily. "Besides, I don't know the first thing about cheerleading." Brittany added nonchalantly.
"You will be more like a.. a water girl. There's no way in hell I would let a nobody like you take part in professional routines, the squad would tank. I need you to attend to my Cheerio, you'll fetch them water and dry cleaning, and fallow any orders they or I ask." Sue smirked.
"And if I refuse?" Brittany asked defiantly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I don't think any colleges would like a suspension on your permanent record."
"Suspension? For what?" Brittany asked angrily.
"I'm sure you'd agree that there's enough in here that was brushed off. I know people, barbie. If you know what's good for you, you will take the offer I've given you, and do it with a bright Cheerio smile. Comprende?" Sue asked mockingly.
"What time should I be here tomorrow for?" Brittany asked instead of a direct answer.
"Morning practice starts at six. Don't be late.
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Later at the Lopez House...
"I cannot believe the little, blonde bimbo had the fucking nerve to do that to me! I should've set an example and went all Lima Height on her cocky little ass. She does not know who she's dealing with. I am Santana motherfucking Lopez, and I take shit from nobody! By the time the morning bell rings tomorrow, blondie will be swimming in a pool of her own slushie." Santana fumed as she paced across her room angrily. "Yep, Blue Eyes is going down, and I am going to enjoy every second of creating her personal hell."
Quinn was lounging tiredly on the Latina's bed, filing her nails. She had been watching Santana rant about her neighbour since she found her hiding barely naked in the girl's third floor bathroom. She had told the angry girl repeatedly that she should have just waited for her in the locker room. But no... She just had to roam the halls looking for Pierce and cause a scene. Typical. She had always had a flare for being melodramatic.
"I have to say I'm actually kind of impressed with her." Quinn says nonchalantly, her words causing her to receive a venomous glare from the Latina with smoke coming out of her ears. "What? I like people with a little back bone."
Santana through an empty laugh over her shoulder before turning back to her reflection in the mirror.
"Well that explains why you haven't sealed the deal with Pillsbury Dough Teen." Santana spits out snarkily.
"We promised to leave all discussions involving boys to school. I have better things to do than discuss how incredibly stupid Finn is." Quinn hissed as she slipped her nail file back into her pocket.
"You didn't find him so incredibly stupid when you were slapping the shit out of Man Hands." Santana replied with a smirk. "That, or she's into some kinky shit, and you want to seduce her."
It wasn't even all that clever, but it was still enough to make Quinn snap.
"I do not have a crush on RuPaul." Quinn growled.
"And I said nothing of the sort." Santana said, eyeing Quinn curiously. "Damn, Q. You seriously need to take a chill pill, I was kidding."
"No you weren't. You never joke about sex unless it's sex you've had. And that's only because you never enjoy it so you deflect the questions with your weirdly twisted sense of humour." Quinn snapped. "And why am I the one who apparently has a thing for girls? You're the one who is obsessing over the new girl." She said accusingly.
The two girls stared angrily at each other before Santana broke the silence.
"I am not obsessed with her." The Latina denied. "She's the one who broke into the change room while I was in the shower. For all I know, she was the one who was sneaking a peek."
"Please, you pretty much paraded your naked ass in front of her. You probably went to find her so you could give her a free show."
Santana snapped and lunged at the blonde, bringing them both down on her bed. The two wrestled with each other as they swore angrily.
"You slushied Berry on the first day of freshmen year just so you could see which colour bra she was wearing underneath her blouse!"
Quinn hissed angrily and flipped Santana over so that she was pinning her with her arms above her head.
"You always take the longest in the shower room after a practice! You probably lost track of the time staring at all of those naked girls!" Quinn snapped back.
Santana using all of her strength to flip the blonde girl beneath her.
"You drew pornographic pictures of Berry in the girl's wash room, and they were very detailed."
"You have a poster of Marissa Etheridge in your locker!" Quinn accused.
"She's a talented lady!" Santana growled defensively. "And I have an inkling that it wasn't Rachel that you were jealous of when she and the overly friendly giant were dating."
"I am not gay, and I can prove it."
"Wha-"
Santana's question was cut off by an angry pair of Fabray lips pressed roughly against her own. Santana hovered above Quinn unmovingly as the blonde moved her lips against hers. She wasn't going to lie, Quinn was ridiculously attractive, and she may or may not have thought about kissing her. And right now the kiss was nice. It didn't have the fairy tale spark or anything, but she could tell that the short haired blonde had had lots of experience.
As soon as it started, Quinn fell back onto the bed with a huff.
"See it's nothing.'
Santana was about to start her interrogation when a soft cough interrupted her.
"Umm..." The two cheerleaders gaze snapped over to a tall blonde standing at Santana's bedroom door in shock. Brittany shifted on the spot uncomfortably before dropping Santana's gym bag by her door. "You're mom let me in. I-I came to drop off your stuff and apologize or whatever." Brittany avoided the Latina's gaze as she slowly started to back out of the room.
"I'll... See you tomorrow morning I guess." Brittany said uncertainly.
Brittany retreated quickly down the hall leaving a terrified Santana and a nervous looking Quinn.
Santana got off of Quinn and placed her head in her hands.
"Fucking shit."
Quinn nodded in agreement.
They were both screwed.
A/N: Reviews? :)