I do not own Glee or any of it's characters, nor do I own a Beta or a decent spell check.
The only thing I own is the multiple errors and mistakes.
Brittany pulled into the McKinley student parking lot and cut the ignition. Today was definitely another scorcher, her ass could testify to that considering it was pretty much glued to the leather seats. The blonde let out an audible sigh and checked herself one more time in the mirror to make sure she looked presentable. She had looked like a complete slob this morning, in her defence it was way earlier than she was used to getting up at. Like it took her half an hour to keep her eyes open without letting them droop and slowly be lulled back into a peaceful sleep. It was already degrading enough to be a water girl for a cheerleading squad, imagine how much worse it would be if she looked like a total wreck while doing so.
Thankfully Coach Sue had agreed to not tell Figgins, letting her avoid a lecture from both him and her mom. She left a note this morning in the kitchen saying that she was going jogging. She knew that her mom isn't going to believe it, she would be sceptical to say the least. Her mom knew how long it took her to wake up. How on earth could she get herself out of bed at five in the morning, much less run around until school started?
Brittany swung the car door open and slowly got out of the last source of coldness she could rely on. The dancer hissed when the hot sun washed over her pale skin, cooking it like a turkey in a slow roasting oven. As soon as she took her few first steps towards the field, she could feel a small bead of sweat moving across her neck and down her back.
"Ugh," Brittany grunted animalistically as she tripped over her flip flops for the umpteenth time since she stepped foot out of her house. "It's too early for this." Understatement.
The sun's glare hit her eye, causing her to wince and cringe away. Ever since from the time she was a little girl and thought it was a bright idea to see how long she could stare at the sun for, her eyes were very sensitive to bright lights.
Brittany slipped on a pair of expensive looking sunglasses that she got from her mother's room while she was sleeping, and slipped them on, shielding her eyes still.
Note to self; Return Mom's glasses.
Brittany looked over to the football field to see the Cheerios quickly spilling out from their 'super special' changerooms. God knows how they managed to even jog at this ungodly hour. She let out a deep sigh and shook her head tiredly. They must have been used to this by now. But if Sylvester the Cat tried to make her do any heavy lifting, she'd learn that this Tweety Bird had talons.
The blonde chuckled quietly to herself as she swung her keys loosely around her fingers. In one flawless motion she tossed them in the air, caught with her foot, and kicked the jingling items back into her hand and slipping them back into her jean short pocket. She shuffled her feet along the gravel and started a slow walk over to the bleachers in the horizon.
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Santana spread herself across the soft grass with a delicate sigh. She felt as if all the dead weight had been leached out of her body and she was lying on a big puffy cloud of relaxation. There was nothing like watching teen girls suffer at an early hour to perk you up for the rest of the morning. But even the things that use to make her giddy with evil didn't seem to have the same effect it did ever since she showed up.
She didn't know what it was exactly that made her want to go all Lima Heights on this girl, but that didn't stop the flames from shooting out of her ears every time she caught a glimpse of her. And after the whole clothes stunt, she wanted nothing more than to put that 'head in the clouds' blonde in her place. She spent all of last night devising a journal of the blonde in various terrifying positions that would make the script writer of the Saw movies skin crawl.
But there was only one problem that was preventing her from putting any of those plans into action: The Kiss.
It's not like the kiss meant anything, hell no, and even if people didn't believe that she had an entire story planned out. Experimentation. Girls did it all the time, right? Guys thought it was hot and girls understood to some degree, if anything, people finding out about the kiss would only expand her, and Quinn's, popularity amongst the guys.
And then came the self-doubt.
What if people thought she was actually gay? It was a completely ridiculous notion. She's slept with more guys than she could count, but some people are ignorant and idiotic. They would give anything to see her fall face first from the top of the social ladder into the pit of Loserdom.
Ever since that entire fiasco with Ali, she had to rebuild her rep from the ground up. The girl made her soft, and whenever she was around she felt this constant need to protect her and stand by her. That drove her crazy. She wished she didn't have to do that to Ali, but she had a choice, Ali or Popularity, and once Ali defected to the loser side she knew she couldn't have both.
But the past is the past.
Yet it doesn't make her feel less horrible.
"Santana, snap out of it." Quinn hissed into the day dreaming Latina's ear.
Santana's eyes snapped open and her eyes locked with panicked hazel ones, making her heart beat even faster. It was like Quinn's fear was contagious.
Santana pushed herself up into a sitting position. Quinn followed suit.
"We need to talk." Quinn said nervously as she eyes the group of Cheerios who were already starting to stretch. "About the... you know. We didn't have the chance after I bolted from your room, I guess."
Santana rolled her eyes as a deep blush seeped into Quinn's cheeks.
"We really don't have to talk about it. It's over and in the past."
Quinn shook her head and grabbed Santana's arm tightly when the girl made a move to get up. She was not about to let the Latina brush this off.
"Do you know how horrific this is for me?" Quinn whispered angrily. "That girl lives next to me. Do you know how scary it is that there's a possibility that Pierce can just come over anytime and spill the beans to my dad? He could kick me out!"
Santana stared at Quinn for a long time before looking away, and lying back down in the grass.
"She won't tell. Don't worry."
"How can you be sure of that?" Quinn snapped. "This is all your fault, you know?"
That caught her attention.
"Me? How the hell did you work up that conclusion, Einstein?" Santana asked incredulously.
"If you weren't so mean to her, she wouldn't have taken all your clothes. No one was supposed to be at your house. She wouldn't have been there if it weren't for you."
Santana's eyebrows shot up to her hairline as she stared at the blonde aghast.
"You were the one that kissed me, bitch. That wasn't supposed to happen either."
Santana watched as Quinn sighed defeatedly and covered her face with her hands.
"She's going to tell everyone at school. I know it."
"Don't worry, bitch. I'll make sure she keeps our secret." Santana said with such finality that Quinn almost believed it.
"How?"
"I'll talk to her, she'll listen to me, something bad ass will happen, profit." Santana said with ease. "Now relax, bitch. I''m tired of hearing your whiny ass."
"Can you please stop calling me a bitch?" Quinn huffed, crossing her arms across her chest.
Santana smirked.
"It's a term of endearment." She replied as she got up off the ground with the help of Quinn.
"Whatever, whore."
"Oooh, I haven't heard that one before." Santana said.
"Why does that not surprise me?" A new voice interjected causing the hair on the back of the two girl's necks to stand up.
Santana and Quinn shifted their bodies towards the no familiar voice that interrupted them. They were caught off guard to say the least.
Brittany stood perfectly posed with one hand placed gently on her hip while the other one leisurely twirled a pom pom in hypnotic circle. Her hair hung loose around her shoulders, brushed to one side. She was scantily clad in a pair of ripped short shorts and a loose hanging yellow tank top, accompanied with an odd looking necklace made of wine bottle corks. Her sunglasses were perched at the top of her hairline and her blue eyes flickered back and forth between Santana and Quinn quickly in observation. Santana noticed the barely covered up bags that seemed to accent her ocean blue eyes.
In Santana's opinion the blonde never looked better.
"What are you doing here, Pierce?" Quinn sneered as she got up from the ground, brushing the invisible dirt off her legs and skirt as she did so. "Shouldn't you be out picking flowers or hunting unicorns?"
"Of course not!" Brittany covered her heart mockingly as her eyes widened in false surprise. "That's morally wrong. The Bible says that hunting unicorns will send you straight to hell." She said with a straight face in a matter-of-fact tone.
Quinn's mouth opened and closed repeatedly as she tried to figure out if the blonde was serious or not. "No, no it's not." The other blonde said incredulously. "Are you touched in the head or something."
Brittany giggled and shook her head rapidly, her hair swishing around her shoulders. "Nope." She replied, popping the P for emphasis. "Aren't you supposed to be in the Chasity Club. The eleventh commandment says that if you hurt a unicorn, God won't be happy."
"There are ten commandment." Quinn said frustratedly.
Brittany smiled mysteriously.
"It's hidden between the lines." She stage whispered in Santana's ear, making the girl snap out of her silent trance and look at the smirking blonde in confusion.
"Enough with your confusion tactics, Pierce." An authoritative voice cut in before Santana had a chance to respond to Brittany. Coach Sue motioned for Brittany to come over, and the blonde reluctantly did so. Brittany waited expectantly for her order while Sue jotted down notes on her clip board. Without looking up from her work she said,"I need you to use your abnormally long legs, and run and get bullhorn. It seems my voice won't be able to carry itself across the field today."
Brittany's eyebrows raised in amusement as she eyed Sue wearily.
"Its right beside you." The blonde informed her, pointing to the object sitting on the bleacher seat to the Coach's right.
"So it seems..." Coach said. "Your point?"
"You just have to bend over, pick it up." Brittany said slowly as if explaining it to a kindergartener.
Sue rolled her eyes.
"I know that, Tweedle Dim. I need to preserve these award winning vocal chords. I'm not risking yelling myself hoarse at these bubble brains today. I will tell you what to say, and you can yell at them." Sue explained. When Brittany continued to stand there confused, Sue slammed her hand against the metal seat next to her causing the blonde to jump. "Are you going to stand there all day? Or are you going to get those walking sacks of hormones attention? Get them over here. And put a little oomph into your words. We wouldn't want them going slack, would we?"
Maybe Cheerios wouldn't be so bad after all.
"Hey, you pathetic excuses of cheerleaders! Get your tightly wound behinds over here now before Coach S finds girls more appreciative of her time!" Okay maybe that was pushing it a little, but it was fun to say.
The girls looked up confused at Brittany yelling at them, but jogged over never the less.
Sue nodded approvingly.
"Not bad for the first try. I knew I picked you for a reason."
"Picked me?"
"Your despicable antics remind me of one young Sue Sylvester. Ruthless, Scheming, Willing to do whatever it takes-" Brittany frowned.
"I'm not really-"
"You're going to make one hell of a water girl, Pierce. Now," Sue clicked her pen and tossed it to Brittany. The blonde caught it between her fingers just in time before it hit her square in the nose. "Let's whip these girls into shape."
Santana, Quinn, and the rest of the Cheerios formed a tightly nit semi-circle around Sue with the two co-captains front and centre. The large group of girls looked at Brittany confusedly while some looked at her with looks of obvious distaste. Everyone waited expectantly for Sue who was now writing on her clipboard again, seemingly oblivious to everyone else presence.
"Um... Coach Sylvester?" A red haired Cheerio that Brittany recognized from her English class raised her hand as she looked at the new blonde out of the corner of her eye. Her nose crinkle as she scoffed in annoyance when the blonde shoot her a wink. Sue looked up at the noise, her eyes challenging for the Cheerio to continue. "Why is the new girl here?" She asked her coach hesitantly as she watched Brittany twirl the pom pom faster and faster to the point it flew off her finger and into the air. Brittany looked up to see where it went, only to have it fall in her face.
"She's my new assistant." Sue said dryly, snatching the offending object off of Brittany's face. "Since Mr. Figgins said we didn't have enough money to spare so that I could get a personal assistant. Ms. Pierce and I came to an agreement-" Brittany scowled noticeably but didn't speak up, "- so now I have someone to refill the water tanks, fetch the dry cleaning, and do all the other stuff I really don't care about."
Brittany watched a slow smirk form across Santana's face. Their eyes lock and Santana's smirk grew wider.
"So she has to do whatever we say?" The Latina asked Sue, not taking her eyes off of the glaring blonde.
"No," Sue got up and shoved the clip board into Brittany's hand before stretching out like a lazy cat. "She has to do what I say. If I don't say it, she doesn't do it. Speaking of which, I am going to go get myself a coffee. B, today's practice is outlined on the board. Make sure you follow it down to the last detail. If you screw up, I'll know."
All the girls, including Brittany, stood there aghast at the Coach's suggesting.
"Coach Sylvester," Quinn started with a forced polite smile. "Why doesn't Brittany go get you the coffee?"
"Because the only person who knows ow to make Sue Sylvester's coffee is Sue Sylvester." Sue said, pointing her thumb directly at herself.
"But-" A nameless girl protested only to cut off by Sue's hand.
"All of you start with five laps of the track." Sue turned to Brittany and gave her a salute. "Good luck, Pierce. You'll need it. Fabray, take the golf cart and whip those fatties into reasonable shape. Tits McGee, go over the game plan with Tweety. I want this place to be a well-oiled machine by the time I'm back."
Brittany and Santana watch the Coach disappear into the horizon while the Cheerios start to make their way around the track, Quinn short on their trail.
"Wow." Santana looked over to Brittany to see the blonde flipping through the practice schedule aimlessly. "There is a lot in here."
"And it's all conditioning." Santana added, meeting Brittany's crystal blue eyes.
Brittany quickly looked away and took a seat in the bleachers, pretending to look over the schedule again.
"It's fine, you know." Brittany rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly as she tried to grasp for the right words. "I had a friend at my old school. He reminds me a bit of you actually, aside from the part that he's nod a raging bitch." The blonde added as an afterthought. Santana really hoped she'd get to the point because she was confused as fuck.
"He told me some time last year that he was having... feelings for guys the way he should for girls. Carlos went through a rough time too, Santana." Brittany said. "I know it's tough coming to grips with who you are-"
"Hold up." Santana laughed unamusedly. "You think that I'm- that I'm- that I like-" Santana laughed again somewhat hysterically, and Brittany shrunk back from the mad glint in her eye.
"Let me lay it down for you, puta." Santana hissed, poking the blonde in the chest as she tried to get up and escape the seemingly crazy Latina's wrath. "You didn't see anything yesterday. What you saw was a little spark of Quinn's curiosity. This is none of your concern or business. I don't know why you have this odd little obsession with me, but it has to stop. Nod if you understand me." Nod. "I am tired of your little white ass popping up wherever I seem to be. I wish you'd move back to whatever back water town you came from. Things were fine here without you. So if I have the sudden desire to ship you in a moving crate to Madagascar, no one here will miss you. Understand?" Nod. "Brilliant. Things will go on as normal, as if nothing happened, and we will go back to whatever the fuck we did before."
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Brittany breathed out as she noticed how close the Latina was to her, and so did the Latina.
Santana backed away from Brittany and smoothed out her Cheerios uniform.
"And I am not, or will ever be, a lesbian."
Brittany couldn't stop he mouth from molding into a sly grin.
"Whatever you say, Lezpez."
Santana was about to make a move to slap the blonde when a few dozen pairs of feet came thundering over towards them.
"This isn't over." Santana growled.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
A/N: Hi! I am so thankful for all the reviews the last chapter got. Who knew that all you had to do was make the main character kiss the enemy. Maybe this story will change into a Quinntana fanfic ;) Nah, just kidding. Happy Valentines day everyone! Can't wait for the Valentines episode of Glee. WE WANT A KISS. Review if you ship Brittana. Tell me why they are the best couple along with your opinions on this chapter. I double dog dare you... O.O