"Dodgeball."
The coach walked across the gym to the container of red, rubber balls and spilt them across the floor. "The name says it all.", he said as he picked one ball of the ground and tossed it to a girl wearing braces. She cringed and held her hands up in front of her to block the oncoming blow, but in the end she only managed to catch the ball in the gut. The ball fell to the floor and rolled back to the coach's feet.
The coach rolled his eyes at the slightly winded girl. "If you get hit," He winded the ball behind his head like a pitcher and launched it at an oblivious boy that was sitting in his wheelchair. The ball impacted with his shoulder, the vibrations sending the glasses flying into his lap, "You're out." The boy flushed and returned the glasses to his face as his embarrassment was rewarded with laughter at his expense.
"Pay attention next time, Abrams." The coach huffed as he picked up another ball. "If you want to avoid being hit, you dodge." He said as he launched the ball at a group of whispering girls who were ignoring the lesson. They shrieked as the ball collided with on of the girl's legs.
Brittany ran into the gym at that moment, struggling to put her hair in a ponytail as she ran. She was about to apologies to the teacher, when a big, red blur came barrelling towards her face. Instinctively, she brought her hands to her face, letting out a relieved sigh when the ball settled securely between her hands.
"And like Ms. Pierce has just kindly demonstrated, if you catch it, the person who had thrown it was out and you can bring another person from your team back in the game." The coach explained.
"Pierce and..." The coach scanned the crowd of students and nodded his head absently. "Dean. You two ladies are captains."
A lean girl with shoulder length brown hair stepped forward and smirked at Brittany. The blonde's eyes narrowed instinctively at the other girl. The corner of the other girl's mouth quirked at the challenge she saw in Brittany' eyes. She gestured around the room and muttered a quiet, "Ladies first."
The blonde had only spoken to Charlotte Dean once in the entire week. The exchange went something like this;
"You're new?" The girl asked with a audible Canadian accent.
"That, or I've been invisible for the entire year." Brittany replied.
Charlotte clucked her tongue, wearing an odd look that Brittany didn't recognize. The dark haired girl eyed her up and down before saying, "Just what this school needed. Another blonde that's willing to spread her long, tan legs for about anyone who'd ask."
Brittany's face quickly turned to one of outrage. Before the blonde could say anything, Charlotte smirked and jogged off towards a group of guys who had seemed to be watching the pair intently.
Brittany observed the crowd curiously. She had never been captain of anything, she had no idea what to do. At her old school, people were picked by personal attachments like friendship. But by the venomous looks that some of the girls were giving Charlotte, Brittany figured that both her and the other girl were on even grounds.
There were the obvious choices, the jocks. She spotted a few guys that she had often seen walking down the hall with the infamous Letterman jackets, along with a tall girl that wandered the halls, holding her basketball like it was a security blanket. Then there were the quiet kids that she had often seen Charlotte talking to, the boys with their eyes trained intently at the ground with their hands in their short pockets. There was no way of deducting whether they were exceptional at sports or not.
And lastly there were the poor choices. Mainly Artie Abrams the wheelchair boy and a girl named Becky with Down Syndrome.
Brittany herself wasn't exactly a super star athlete, but she was flexible and agile, and her real father used to spend afternoons with her playing catch.
She turned to Charlotte who was waiting patiently to make her first pick.
"Why don't you go first?" Brittany offered, watching as the eyebrows on Charlotte's head danced close to her hairline.
"Whatever." She shrugged. "Adrian."
A boy with bright red hair that was leaning against the wall looked up at his name and nodded quietly, moving to stand next to Charlotte.
"I choose..." Brittany bit her tongue as she scanned the room once again.
"Lopez, you're late."
Brittany's eyes flitted over to the Latina who was mumbling angry to herself as she walked right past the coach as if he hadn't spoken.
"Santana."
Santana looked to Brittany as if she had grown an extra head.
"What, Pierce?"
Brittany flashed a toothy grin before gesturing to the ball in her hand.
"You're on my team."
The statement was greeted with various giggles as Santana flushed a deep colour that was barely hidden by her tan.
The Latina looked around the room confusedly before moving to stand next to Brittany.
"What the hell is your angle?" Santana whispered harshly in Brittany's ear.
Brittany felt tingles ripple down her spine when Santana's hot breath hit her neck.
"I want to win for once." Brittany muttered back, causing the Latina to step back with a surprised but cocky look on her face.
Brittany could here Charlotte snort from next to them and say, "Been here only a week and she's already starting to acquire the signature McKinley ego. When should we be expecting the spawn of one of our beloved jocks, blondie?"
"Why don't you shut your enormous trap, Charlie?" Santana snapped back much to Brittany's surprise. Why was she defending her?
Charlotte flushed a deep colour at the shortened version of her name.
"I should warn you, hun." Charlotte turned to Santana then back to Brittany. "Lopez tends to be a little more friendly with her friends than she probably should." She said, earning a chuckle from her friend Adrian.
Santana lunges for the other girl, but Brittany catches onto her arms and moves to hold her back from around her waist. Santana was definitely stronger than she looked.
Santana's rapid cursing in Spanish was quickly interrupted by three quick blasts from the coaches whistle.
"Ladies! Hurry it up with the team choosing! Less fighting, more choosing!"
Charlotte blew a kiss to the murderous looking Latina before quickly choosing an unfamiliar jock.
Brittany stiffened again when she felt Santana's breath back on her neck.
"We must crush her. Pick Lennie." She said gesturing to a jock who was currently picking his nose. Both girls sneered in disgust.
"Ooh! Oooh! Pick me!" The Down Syndrome girl yelped excitedly as she jumped up and down on the spot.
"Come on, Pierce. Lennie may be an idiot, but he dominates at this game." Santana assured her, squeezing the blonde's shoulder tightly. "You said you wanted to win, right?"
"Becky." Brittany announced. Students mumbled around her confusedly as Becky squealed excitedly and ran to Brittany, enveloping the blonde in a quick hug.
"Whooh! Let's kick some ass!"
"I'd like a minute with the team captain." Santana interjected before pulling Brittany out of Becky's arm and whispering in her ear, "What the fuck are you doing? She can hardly play!"
Brittany pouted and looked at a beaming Becky before replying, "She's so happy though..."
"Either way, we need to pick Len-"
"Lennie and George!" Charlotte called out before Santana could finish. Brittany watched sheepishly as Santana clenched her fingers together and shot Brittany a venomous look.
Santana growled as a slightly smaller boy dragged Lennie by the arm towards Charlotte's group.
"You can't pick twice in a row." Brittany protested.
"Well I thought the point was to go faster." Charlotte said with her eyebrow raised challengingly.
"It's on."
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The teams were quickly divided after that, and much to Santana's (and somewhat Brittany's) disappointment, their team was way weaker compared to Charlotte's. Having Becky and Artie Abrams was difficult enough, but the other girl seemed to stack the teams so that she had most of the jocks.
Brittany watched bemusedly as the Latina danced across the dividing line on the balls of her feet, hurling insults at the other team, occasionally making obscene hand gestures at them. Becky was spinning in a circle in the middle of their side, oblivious to her surroundings, Artie was giving the girl with braces a ride on his lap across the gym, and the gossiping girls were huddled together in the corner.
They were so screwed.
Brittany looked across the room at Charlotte who seemed to be taunting Santana. The latina growled angrily and kicked a red ball across the gym, narrowly missing the head of one of the boys standing next to the smirking girl. He scowled and brushed himself off before tossing a glare in Santana's direction.
"I've never played this game of dodging balls before. How do you play?" A boy with a thick Irish accent asked as he sidled next to her.
Brittany nodded to herself as if thinking about it. She shoved a ball into his arms.
"Don't die." She said sweetly.
The boy swallowed nervously and his eyes widened in fear.
Santana chose that moment to walk over.
She rolled her eyes at the sight of the Irish boy and scoffed.
"Beat it, Leperchaun. I need to talk to Britts."
Britts?
The boy looked hesitant to leave, but once his gaze connected with Santana's angry one, he scampered off with his tail between his legs.
"What's the game plan, blondie?"
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Santana POV
She absolutely detested Charlotte Dean with all of her heart. She wanted her to jump down a canyon where she would never be able to hear that annoying accent of her's. The girl had the ability to make her boil up to the brink of her wanting to drown the girl in a vat of maple syrup. The only person who has the ability to drive her more crazy is...
Brittany.
The blonde was way to bubbly and optimistic, it made her want to puke up rainbows. She may have only been here a week, but in no way was Santana willing to change her opinion. She didn't know what was going through the other girl's mind when she pulled out the "Gay is Okay." crap with her. And forgive her if she sounds paranoid, but this blonde was sneaky and a hint evil. Brittany had the ability to crush her like a bug. She just hoped that the blonde didn't know that.
And now for once, they were on the same team. No matter how many time she thought that, it didn't sound any less wrong.
Maybe Brittany wanted to do some weird bonding shit.
Wanky...
"Shut up." She muttered to herself.
"And now you're talkin' to yourself. Just when I thought you couldn't get any weirder."
Santana hissed under her breath.
Charlotte laughed at her expression as she moved to lean against the wall.
"You know, it's only a matter of time before people start noticing you checking out the new blonde piece of ass. What? Is she your new Ali replacement or something, eh?" She asked as she cast a fleeting look at Brittany who was dribbling a dodgeball nonchalantly.
Let the trash talking begin.
"The more you talk, the more I want to rearrange your manish looking face to look more feminine, Charlie." Santana said sweetly, a smirk forming on her face as she watched Charlotte turn an unattractive colour of red."But that would be doing you a favour."
"I am going to enjoy ripping you a new one, Hopez." Charlotte hissed at Santana.
"What happened to that northern hospitality your people keep talking about, Charlie? Is that igloo no longer being able to fit you tens of siblings." Santana mocked.
"Un: I only have one brother. Deux: I lived in Ontario for godsakes not Nunavut, I have a normal house!" Charlotte snapped.
Santana blinked a few times confusedly.
"Nuna- What? Sorry, speak English." She suggested mockingly.
"Oh, that's rich coming from you, Slutty Dora. You go off in random Spanish all the time, tu faites pas de sens!" Charlotte yelled, waving her arms around comically.
"It's English or French, honey. Frenglish is not a language."
Charlotte growled exasperatedly before turning on her heal and jogging off towards a group of guys that had been staring at the two with their mouths gaping.
Santana sauntered off towards Brittany who was talking with some other new kid that got here shortly before her.
She could feel her eyes roll at the sight of the boy.
Really, who gave him those shorts? And that impish looking smile is really off putting.
"Beat it leprechaun, I need to talk to Britts." Santana said, the nickname rolling off her tongue involuntarily.
She shot him his best 'get the fuck out glare' that sent him scurrying away like an Irish cockroach.
"What's the game plan, blondie?"
Charlie is a dead bitch.
"Well... when one tends to play dodgeball they try to avoid getting hit." Brittany said, condescension lacing her words.
Santana rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time that day.
"I'm not an idiot." Santana huffed. "But may I suggest something?"
"Am I going to regret not taping your mouth shut?" Brittany shot back.
"I say we get Charlie out as quick as possible." Santana said, disregarding Brittany's previous statement.
"Wouldn't it make more sense to try and get George and Lennie out first?" Brittany said as her face scrunched up in confusion.
"Trust me, my freakishly tall amigo." Santana said as she watched the other team huddle at the other side of the gym. "Between the basket ball giraffe girl and Charlie the Eskimo, they have the ability to tear this place apart. Let me just say, I'm a beast at this game and you're lucky you have me on your team."
"Well, by the looks of it, Charlotte wouldn't have picked you to be on her team if she was being held at gunpoint." Brittany clucked her tongue thoughtfully. "What's her deal with you, anyways?"
Santana shrugged.
"She was a loser ever since she moved here. I'm a cheerleader, and she's a hockey playing freak. It's the natural order of things."
"No wonder people hate you so much..." Brittany muttered under her breath.
Santana felt an unfamiliar pit of nausea grow in the bottom of her stomach at the blonde's words. It felt as if this girl who she knew for less than a week, had the power to tare her down with one sentence that wasn't even meant for her ears, and she didn't even know why it bugged her so much
"Huh?" Santana said, pretending as if she hadn't heard in the first place.
"I said 'That's too bad'." Brittany lied through her teeth. "Oh look, the game's starting!"
She excitedly ran towards the wall that her entire team was touching as the coach lined the red rubber balls. Santana sighed to herself and went to stand next to her.
"One... Two... Three!"
A sharp whistle signalled the game beginning. Instead of running to the front to grab a ball, Santana hung back to watch the chaos of the first onslaught. While some of the people who didn't get a ball started to quickly run back, those who did grab hold of one started firing them at the defenceless players. Santana watched in awe as she watched Brittany twist and turn as numerous balls of rubber were fired mercilessly at her.
So this was Charlotte's strategy? They're trying to get Brittany out...
But it didn't appear to be working at all. The blonde spun and jumped over any obstacle that was thrown her way, literally. It was almost artistic the way she did it. Her movements reminded Santana of a professional dancer, fluid and graceful. It was as if she could watch this girl move forever.
"Santana!"
She didn't have time to blink when a dodgeball collided with the side of her head. She felt her legs crumple from underneath her and her head smacking into the gym's hardwood floor. She could see white lights dance across her eyes as she watched various sneakers running towards. She felt her eyelids flutter as a cold hand gripped at her shoulder gently and turn her over. Did the gym always have ceiling fans? The bright lights were starting to hurt her eyes, but they were quickly forgotten when a pair of shocking blue eyes entered her.
Blue... Like the ocean... I always wanted to see the ocean...
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"Stand back, give her some space." Brittany shouted.
Her words held so much authority that everyone, including the gym teacher, took at least two steps back.
"Is she okay?" Charlotte spoke up. Her face was completely blank and her tone held no sound of caring, but Brittany saw the worry in the corner of her eyes.
"Why? Do you actually care? Or do you just not want to pay for her hospital bill?" Brittany spat out as she got to her feet.
To her own, and everyone else's, shock, the blonde pushed Charlotte backwards. The brunette stumbled but quickly regained her balance. She looked at the blonde, aghast. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but everyone was distracted by a loud groan.
Brittany swooped down to help Santana support herself as she got up clutching her head.
"Ay dios, where's the truck?" Santana groaned as she lent against Brittany's shoulder. "I'm going to sue that bastard."
"Stop being so dramatic, Lopez." Brittany grunted as she pulled Santana up to her feet so that all her weight wasn't on the blonde's shoulder. "You'll be fine once we get you to the nurse."
"No, no nurse." Santana muttered, standing stock straight. "I'm good."
"You sure?" Charlotte piped up from somewhere behind them.
"Well if you're fine, I have some place to be." Brittany said, walking off towards the change room.
She grabbed her jeans from her locker just as she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.
RBB: Remember, everyone's going to be here after school. DON'T TELL ANYONE! The football players need to keep up their reputation.
It's Brittany Bitch: I'll see you then ;)
A/N: Yeah, you guys are the best. I love you loving me! I'm sorry if you guys don't like OC's, but I promise, Charlotte will be as if she were any other character on the show. Why is she Canadian? Because Canada is awesome, that's why. I apologize for all errors! Keep the reviews coming!
PS: I deducted that On My Way was the most depressing Glee episode ever, and I decided that ten minutes into watching it. Rachel and Finn's wedding is stupid. I feel horrible for Karofsky. And the flash forward almost made me cry. And Quinn, of course something shitty had to happen to her since things were going so well.
SPOILER: There have been leaked photos of Quinn in a wheelchair along with Artie : SPOILER