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I've read the ideas, and I liked them so there's defenitely going to be some Puckberry or Faberry.
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Also, someone wanted me to include more characters, that was coming in this chapter so you're welcome (:
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WARNING: this chapter may contain some Santana Hotness (;
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Chapter 3
After Brittany stood rooted to the spot for a while, she finally snapped out off it. Dazed she looked around. No one was there anymore, everybody was in class. She pulled out her phone to check the time. When she saw that first period was already half over, she decided to go under the bleachers.
She calmly walked towards the bleachers while trying to figure out why the hell she stood there for almost thirty minutes. Santana couldn't be the cause, right? No, that was impossible.
She slowly sat down on the couch under the bleachers and pulled out a joint. After having smoked half the joint she decided to just forget about it. She couldn't be in love with a girl she didn't even know just by looking at her, right?
"Hey Brittany!" Oh great, just what she needed, Puckerman bothering her even more than he already did.
"Brittany, are you okay? Word around school is that you just stood in the same place for like half an hour and that you got a heartattack when you saw Santana!"
"Are you a moron or do you just pretend to be one?" Brittany snapped. "If I had a fucking heart attack , do you really think I would be seated on this crappy couch smoking a joint?"
"Well, no, but you did stand there for a really long time, what's up with that?" Puck carefully asked.
"Yeah, well, I..uhm… I was just thinking about all the different ways I'm going to fuck Santana" Brittany murmured. He would believe that right? It's something she could've done.
"Oh, okay, I already thought you had a real thing for her or something" Puck laughed.
"So what, now I'm not capable of having feelings? You are such a fucking douchebag Fuckerman!" Brittany yelled.
"Woah, calm down Pierce, I was just joking… Geez what crawled up your butt and died?" he snapped back.
"Nothing, just let me be, okay? Now, did you hear anything about Santana?" she asked curiously.
"Only that she's been in the principle office from the moment she stepped foot in the building. Jewfro said she'll be there until lunch talking about God knows what. Mr Schue and Sue are in there too so who knows what'll happen"
"Hmm, interesting. Thanks Puck and sorry for the yelling I guess, I'm just a little out of it, I don't know why." Brittany begrudgingly said.
"No problem, you're my friend Brittany and friends stick together" Puck smiled.
"Yeah… friends" Brittany gave him a half smile.
Maybe being friends with him wasn't that bad, and everybody needed a friend right?
By the time it was lunch, the entire school was on the lookout for Santana. Instead of looking everywhere, Brittany decided to blackmail Jewfro into giving her Santana's locker number.
She thought it was a fair deal, she wouldn't break every bone in his body and he would give her the number. Fair trade, right?
So Brittany casually made her way towards locker 204 so she could wait for Santana. After five minutes, there still wasn't any sign of her.
"Dammit, where the fuck is she?" Brittany grumbled.
Just when she was about ready to just walk away and talk to her later, she heard the sound off high heels on the ground of the hallway.
When all of the sudden everybody was quiet, she knew for sure it was Santana.
Brittany turned around, and immediatly spotted her next 'lay' walking her way. She scanned her body up and down and smirked. Damn, she thought, she's too good to be true.
Wait a minute, is Sam 'Trouty Mouth' Evans carrying her fucking books? Hell no, what the hell is he doing with her girl? Fuck, she meant next lay not my girl. Come on Brittany, get it together.
When Santana arrived at her locker, she didn't acknowledge Brittany. She just opened her looker and took her books from Sam.
"Thanks Sam, it's really sweet of you to carry my books. You didn't have to" Santana said.
Oh My God, she may have ignored her, but her voice is too much to handle. She thought she just died and went to heaven. Or hell. Santana's voice was a litte raspy, dripping with sex and at the same time really sweet. Brittany could already imagine Santana screaming her name when Brittany got her hands on her. Yes, she was perfect.
When Sam left, Brittany mentally slapped herself. Come on Pierce, time to make your move.
"Hello there, and who may this hot piece of ass be?" Brittany said while winking at Santana.
Santana just raised her right perfectly trimmed eyebrow. "What is it babe, are you speechless because I'm too hot to handle? Because it happened before, but I know the perfect way to cure it. A kiss from me, what do you say? You, me, my place this friday night?" Brittany smirked.
"You listen up, and you listen good,
First, I am not a hot piece of ass, I am Santana and you do not get to call me that. Second, do not wink that disgusting wink at me because it makes me want to bleach my eyes. Third, I am not nor will I ever be your 'babe'. Fourth, I was not speechless because you're 'too hot to handle', I was speechless because I was afraid if I opened my mouth I might throw up. Fifth, I will never kiss you because I don't want to catch a disease and because just thinking about kissing you makes me psysically sick.
And last but certainly not least, friday night I can't go out with you. Not only because I don't want to, but also because I'm having a sleepover. With who you ask? With my best friend Quinn. You remember her right? The girl you fucked and ditched? I already thought so. So if you don't leave me or her alone, I will hit you in the head over and over again with a blunt object until your last remaining braincell will also disappear. Oh yeah, FYI: stop it with the fucking leering, it makes my fucking skin crawl" Santana sneered.
After smiling sweetly at Brittany, she closed her locker and walked away. Leaving a shocked Brittany and a laughing hallway behind.
"Hey Brittany, how're you holding up?" Puck asked nervously.
"How do you think I'm doing? I'm hiding underneath the bleachers because I'm the laughing stock of the entire school. The girl I wanted to fuck is best friends with the girl whose cherry I popped and then ditched. Then when I'm making my move on Santana, she totally slashed me with her vicious words in front of the entire school! Because fucking Jewfro filmed everything, my rep is ruined, I'm not going to have sex with the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and to top it all off? I think I might actually have fucking feelings for Santana and she hates me! So yeah, fuck my life Puck" Brittany ranted.
"Come on Brittany, your rep is not ruined, everybody just thinks she's hot and the embodiment off a fiery Latina. But so what, who cares? They're now more scared for Santana than for you but you know, that's normal after what she did to you. And I mean, come on, she was fucking scary. And everybody is hiding right now because they think you're going take your anger out on them. So that must mean you're still badass" Puck said calmly.
"Really, they're hiding?" Brittany hopefully asked.
"Yes they are, so you're rep is still awesome" Puck smiled.
"But, are you serious, do you have feelings for Santana? You don't even know her and I thought you didn't do feelings?" Puck curiously asked.
Shit, I've got to deny it. But he's my friend and after all the shit I've put him through, but he kinda deserved the truth after everything I've put him through.
"Yeah, it was honestly love at first sight. My heart skipped a beat, my throat got as dry as a desert and all I could think was how beautiful she was. And now I finally find a girl who I actually want to be with, and she hates me!" Brittany sadly said.
"Well, if you're actually serious about her and want her to be your girl, I'll help you. We'll woo her! Girls love that." Puck proudly stated.
Brittany just raised an eyebrow. "Really Puck, I have to woo her? I don't think so, I'm not some pussy whipped .. well.. pussy. I am Brittany Susan Pierce, and I'm going to charm her pants off. Or skirt, skirt is cool too" Brittany thoughtfully said.
"You know what? You get one day to, as you call it, charm her pants off. If it doesn't work we'll do my plan. And FYI: you're already pussy whipped" he smirked.
"Fine, one week. And I am not pussy whipped, I'm way too badass." Brittany scoffed.
"Hey Santana!" Puck yelled. Brittany whipped her head around. "What? Where?"
"Haha, sure, you're totally not pussy whipped" Puck laughed. Brittany just punched him in the arm and walked away towards the school building.
The last thing Puck heard was Brittany grumbling "I'm not whipped, I'm too badass for that.."
Puck just chuckled and shook his head.
Yup, leave it to Santana to make sure Brittany was already whipped before they were even dating.
Brittany casually made her way into the school. When she looked at the time she realized that she was almost too late for fourth period, History with Ms Grayson.
She grabbed her books out of her locker and made her way to class. When she arrived she immediately slumped in the backseat, preparing herself for another boring class.
When the rest of her class arrived, she smugly noticed that no one dared to even look at her.
Deciding she was bored with glaring at her classmates, she stared out of the window, daydreaming about Santana in a barely there red bikini.
Just when Ms Grayson was about to start class, there was a knock on the door. Everybody woke up from their daydreaming.
"Excuse me, but are you Ms Grayson?" a raspy voice said. Brittany snapped her head up.
There was the girl who had been on her mind since her grand entrance this morning.
"Yes, you must be miss Lopez. Why don't you take a seat next to Brittany? I'm afraid there aren't any other seats available right now" Ms Grayson smiled.
To Brittany, it was confusing why the grown ups didn't think of Santana as some slut. Yes she had feelings for the girl and she was obviously very beautiful, but she was just saying, look at her outfit? But when she looked at her angelic face again, she understood. It was 'The Santana-effect'.
Santana scowled in Brittany's direction and rolled her eyes. She slowly made her way over to Brittany, who couldn't believe her luck.
She got a little nervous, thinking about sitting next to the object of her affections for an entire period. But as soon as Santana sat in her assigned seat and bended down to grab her things, all Brittany could think was: beautiful, so beautiful, beautiful..
Well that and 'THAT ASS'. But mostly beautiful of course.
When Santana put her things out on the table and everyone's attention was focused on Ms Grayson, she glared at Brittany.
"Don't even think about leering at me for an entire hour" she hissed.
"I'm sorry beautiful, I couldn't help myself. You're just so sexy and I can't stop imagining having you under me screaming my name" Brittany smirked.
"Well, I hope you enjoy imagining that, because it's never going to happen" Santana said coldly.
Ouch, that one actually hurt. Why? Because she had feelings for the girl. Dammit.
"Santana, listen, I just really want to give you the honor of getting your cherry popped by the one and only Brittany 'Badass' Pierce, so what do you say about a date this Saturday night? I'll make it a night you'll never forget. And after that, you can ask me to be your girlfriend and you'll be known as the one who tied the hottest badass ever down" Brittany smiled and winked at Santana, hoping this worked.
* SLAP *
Everyone in class turned around, only to see a furious Santana, a shell shocked Brittany and a red hand mark on the latters face.
"Girls, what happened?" Ms Grayson worriedly asked.
"Nothing Ms Grayson, Brittany said something inappropriate, but I took care of it" Santana smiled sweetly.
"Okay, if you say so Santana. Now class, we're going to watch a movie about the Renaissance, so pay attention please" Ms Grayson said.
Santana turned to Brittany and glared at her yet again. "Say something like that again, and I'll murder you and hide the remaining body parts in the woods" Santana said darkly before turning her attention towards the movie.
Brittany just sat there with her jaw still dropped, unable to believe that her best pickup line just got rejected.
The rest of the period, both of them sat and stared at the movie screen. One of them didn't focus on the movie at all.
No, she could only think about what just occurred, and contemplating to take Puck's advice. Nah, It was just some bad luck, right?
After History Brittany decided to skip class, she really wasn't feeling like it. She watched Santana walk out of the door and sighed. She sure as hell was one hard piece of work.
She packed her bag and made her way towards her locker. When she got there however, there was a very unpleasant surprise.
The Glee Club. Fuck me, Brittany thought.
"Hello Brittany, we were wondering if you wanted to join Glee Club?" Rachel asked.
Surprisingly it was a short sentence, which Brittany appreciated.
"No" she said while putting her bag in her locker.
Just because The Hobbit didn't ramble while asking the question, didn't mean she was going to be nice to her. She thought for a second and decided she would come back just in time for lunch, that way she could talk to Santana again.
"But Brittany, I know you want to join so just do it! We know you can dance and we really need to have another member" Rachel pleaded.
"Oh yeah, and why do I want to join?" Brittany asked curiously.
"Because Santana joined this morning. Sam is also in Glee Club as you know, and somehow I don't think you'd like that" Rachel smiled hopefully.
"I'll join" was all Brittany said before slamming her locker shut and started making her way towards her car.
"You won't regret this!" Rachel yelled after her.
The last thing Brittany heard was Sam asking why Rachel used him as leverage to get her to join the club, he didn't want to get killed.
Brittany smirked and decided she would use the two free hours she got to think of a song to seduce to Santana. She had to try, because if Santana didn't fall for her today, she would have to go with Puck's plan.
And although she was certain wooing Santana would work, or so she hoped, she knew then it would only be a matter off time before she would be known as Brittany 'Whipped' Pierce.
But as she started to drive home, she couldn't find it in herself to give a damn.
For Santana Lopez she would do anything.
Brittany made her way into school, whistling a happy show tune. Everyone looked at her like she'd just lost her head but she didn't care. She was too happy.
She found the perfect song to seduce Santana, it was so sexy that Santana would be begging for her to take her on a date.
She was happy that everyone in Glee had a free period now, because she couldn't wait any longer, she had to get her girl.
When she arrived at the choir room, everybody was already there and Mr Schue had written 'feelings' on the stupid board. Stupid ass motherfucker, God she hated that guy. He was creepy and had an obvious addiction to vests.
She gave a quick nod and looked around.
She saw Kurt 'Lady Face' Hummel and his boyfriend Blaine who was addicted to bow ties, Rachel 'The Hobbit' Berry, Finn 'Green Giant' Hudson, Mercedes 'From Da Hood' Jones, Artie 'Wheels' Adams, Tina 'Stutters' Cohen-Chang and her boyfriend Mike 'Twinkle Toes' Chang, Quinn 'Holier than Thou' Fabray, Sam 'Trouty Mouth' Evans, that kid with the candy name who she wanted to kill every time she opened her mouth, that Irish motherfucker and Santana 'My Girl To Be' Lopez.
Unfortunately, Sam and Quinn sat on both sides of Santana. Dammit. Fucking trouty, trying to steal my girl. Stupid fucker with his huge mouth.
And as if that wasn't bad enough Quinn was glaring at her. If looks could kill, Quinn would have me dead and buried right now.
"Why don't you introduce yourself Brittany and then you can sing your song" Mr Schue smiled. Brittany nodded and rolled her eyes. Fucking creeper.
"I'm Brittany Pierce, 16 and I'm going to make Santana Lopez my girl" Brittany said smirking.
"No you're not" Santana said in a bored tone, without looking up from her important task. Filing her nails.
Quinn just rolled her eyes and muttered something that suspiciously sounded like running me over with her car.
Oh well, she had more important stuff to focus on right now.
The rest of Glee Club just looked amused towards Brittany, who didn't seem to care that Santana just turned her down again. She ignored it and just plugged her iPhone in.
When Tata Young's Sexy Naughty Bitchy me started, Brittany danced like there was no tomorrow.
When she was picking the song, she got the amazing idea to just seduce Santana by dancing really sexy. When she saw Santana's emotionless face, she wasn't so sure anymore. She just kept on dancing, hoping to make Santana fall for her by twirling around, making suggestive hip rolls and by even twerking a little bit.
When the song ended everybody but Santana and Quinn clapped, Mike even wolf whistled. Mr Schue told her that she was definitely in, she just needed to pick a more appropriate song next time.
Brittany nodded and made her way to the back row, behind Santana. Santana turned around and looked irritated.
"Just leave me alone. I don't like you. You're cocky, annoying, rude and self-centered. Just back off" she angrily said before turning back around.
For the last twenty minutes of Glee, all Brittany did was trying to keep from punching Sam in the face each time he looked at Santana. She decided she couldn't loose any more time, she had to go and woo her girl.
After the bell rang, Brittany was in a rush to get home, so she quickly made her way towards her car and headed home.
When she got home she immediately went into her room and laid down on her queen size bed. She got her phone out of her jacket and texted Puck.
We'll do ur plan, we start 2morrow. Skip 1th period so we can plan everything. -Pierce
Glad U finally came to ur senses. You'll get ur girl, I promise. -Puck
Yes, she thought smiling, starting tomorrow she was going to woo her girl.
The rest of the remaining day she watched some television, had dinner and watched a movie about an unicorn on crack or something.
But all she could think about was Santana.
And when she fell asleep that night, she smiled, thinking about the girl she already loved even though she just knew her.
Who knew that all it took to crack Brittany was a gorgeous Latina?
And when she was fast asleep, all that could be heard were soft snores and the words 'I love you Santana'.
AN: I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. Was it long enough? And I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes.
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