Authors note: apologies again, not american so all cheer stunts are googled! All mistakes mine, don't own anything, just borrowing. sorry it's short, but I'll make it up to you!
shout out to the guest that wrote:
Hey,love it, only could you maybe space the story so it could be easier to read please? love the story, update soon. x
sorry about the spacing, i was on my ipad but i'll stick to laptop now! ;) but really, i wanted to say thanks. i acually punched the air, someone liked MY story! it made me feel like maybe it was worth the effort, even if only 1 person enjoyed it, because i love writing, and it made someone other than me happy. it gave me inspiriaton to write the next chapter, and so this chapter is dedicated to you, whoever, wherever you are.
Knocking back the last dregs of a coffee, Santana checked her watch. Brittany finished her class in 20 minutes, leaving her plenty of time to get there. They had cheer practice soon, It was Santana's first as the new captain and she wasn't going to lie to herself, she was nervous. Crazy nervous really, but Brittany was going to be there with her, so it would be fine. She knew it.
Santana locked her car door, and made her way up to the studio entrance. She felt the beat of a song, and smiled to herself. Brittany was doing choreography to Britney Spears - Me against the Music, their duet they had just made up once when the music channel was on in her house. A mischevious thought cirlcled into her head. 'why not?' she thought, making her way to the costume room. If she hurried she would just about make her first solo.
"And 5,6,7,8!" Brittany counted her dancers in, clapping on the beats, and found herself remembering the routine she had come up with with Santana. If only her girlfriend were here now, then she could show her pupils how to REALLY dance. The Latina's solo part was coming up, and Brittany's eyes were focused on her students. But for a second, her eyes flitted up, and they met a pair of deep brown eyes looking back at her. In her white suit and with her cane, just like they had in the duet, Santana stepped into the studio. Brittany's cheesy grin lit up the whole room as her girlfriend began to sing her part. "Hey Brittany, you say you wanna lose control? Come over here i got something to show ya!" Clapping her hands, Brittany shouted to her students over her shoulder, leading Santana forward."Class lesson: watch how I can still dance circles around all of you, and how THIS is chemistry." They began their dance routine, the students still not knowing who thestunning woman that had appeared from no where was. They gasped as one, they had never seen Brittany dance outside of their choreography, they had no idea how good she truly was. The brunette threw her cane high, and Brittany span with her in the other direction, their hands meeting over the handle as it landed with a small bang. Their routine was absolutely breathtaking, and finally the pupils saw what Brittany had meant about raw chemisty. The two women flowed round eachother, complimenting eachother perfectly, matching their movements. The mysterious Latina's amazing voice swept over them, and Brittany's joined it. They never knew she could sing, there was evidently more to their instructor than they thought. The performance endeinvite empeccably perfect timing, Brittany pinning Santana to the wall, her wrists either side of her neck, matching the Britney/Madonna video. "Well, way to make an entrance, babe." Brittany whispered, then winked, turning to face her pupils who were still in shock. "This is Santana, my girlfriend. We've danced together, sang together, and are in love together. THAT is chemistry. Dismissed."
Santana giggled, "We can't be late for practice, Britt-Britt! Come on!" She had changed into her Ohio State uniform back at the apartment. The training centre was only 5 minutes away, and they were helpfully close to the studio. Brittany still had to get changed and have something to eat. "I'll change, you cook. I'm almost done!" Laughing lightly, Santana continued cooking Brittany's pancakes. Her girlfriend loved them, especially when Santana made little smiley faces with the syrup and strawberries, and really anything that was in the fridge. Strong, athletic arms encircled her waist, and Brittany whispered seductivley into her girlfriend's ear, "Anything you say can and will be held against you.." Santana played along, turning to face the blonde. " Well, what if i said.. You?" She kissed her girlfriend, their lips easing into the kiss, and glanced at the clock. "But later. Eat your pancakes Britt-Britt. We have practice in 15, and I cant have you turn up with yet another love-bite, the team might get ideas!" Winking at the last part, Santana broke away, and led Brittany to the table, holding the pancakes in one had, and the blonde in the other.
"Hey guys!" Brittany chirped, and Santana came into the gym to find the whole cheer squad ready to start warming up. Santana noticed that they were all around her age, and she was glad for it. She knew from experience that routines only worked when there was the right balance. The right chemistry. Santana knew there was no point in delaying, so she warmed them up, and had them line up in front of her. "I dont know what you can do yet. Who's are the flyers?" Lauren stepped forward, and Marley joined her. "Pick your lifters. I want a Bow and arrow. Go." Ryder and Sam stepped into her view, and within 5 seconds two perfect bow and arrows awaited her. "Release. That was really great guys, good reaction times. Do you know how to do the wolf wall?" The response Santana got was a perfect wolf wall standing high in front of her. A perfectly shaped eyebrow raised fractionally. These guys were good, but hey could be better. Santana spent the next 3 hours showing them new tricks, proving herself to them in the process, and preparing for the McKinley show. She good'un amazing squad, and she felt sure they would do her proud when she showed them off to her McKinley Cheerios team. After all, she was still technically the captain of both.
2 weeks later - William McKinley High School - The Gym - Homecoming Assembly
"Quiet please children. As a special treat for you, we have the Ohio State Cheer Squad here to perform a routine, captained by our own, Miss Santana Lopez. Please do not try any of these stunts unless you are forced to by Coach Sylvester" Principal Figgins bored the hell out of them normally, but Ohio State and Santana Lopez was not something that had got around school. Until that morning, Santana hadn't signed the contract and it wasn't official yet. Quickly, people began to pay attention. The opening bars of 'I Wanna Dance With Somebody' crashed through the speakers, as the curtain lifted and the squad launched into their most complicated routine yet, starring Santana. She hadn't wanted the spotlight, but the squad had insisited that she have it. It was HER school after all. She performed countless stunts with the other cheerleaders before her big stunt came. She was going to pull an extended double hitch with a double down. She got ready, up into the extesion, pulled the double hitch off and doubled down into Sam and Ryder's Arms, finishing on her feet exactly as the last beat hit. The gym exploded, from cheers from the bleachers from the crazy yelling of the cheerios, and even wolf whistles from the jocks. The routine was perfect, so were her team. Santana knew they could take Nationals with is this year. Brittany looked at her girl, and glowed with pride and love. Santana was hers, and she would never get tired of saying that.
Monday - first day at school after the assembly
It was there, the signature smirk, gracing Santana's features once again. Coach Sue had given her the option of wearing her WHMS cheerio uniform or her Ohio State uniform, and today, Santana was wearing the distinctive purple and gold of her state team. She had asked Brittany which one she preferred, but her girlfriend had just shrugged, boldy stating that she liked Santana better without any kind of outfit, or clothes for that matter. Grinning covertly at the memory, and what she had done with Brittany after, Santana found her walk to the choir room particularly entertaining that morning. Several people practically kissed the ground she walked on, and a nerd came up to her, actually begging to be slushied. He had it in his hand and everything. Order was restored, it seemed. The Unholy Trinity ruled the halls of McKinley once again.
"Hey Santana, get your mack on yesterday?" Of course it was Puck, and she turned in her seat to whisper back, "Oh I did, Puckerman, and it never came off again. Thinking of it, a few other things CAME off too." Santana stressed the word she wanted to Puck to pick up on, and he heard her alright. His spluttering about wanting to know the details only stopped with Mr Schuester's entrance. "Alright guys, have I got an assignment for you this week!" Several groans and many eye rolls replied to this, Santana herself contributing to both. That was, until she saw the word written on the board, underlinked with a typical swoop. "Duets? Mr Schue! thank you! Finn, come on we have to start rehearsing! I have the perfect number for us!" Rachel was getting over excited again, and managed to pull an unsuspecting Finn out of the choir room, no doubt to do some sloppy Broadway song about headbands or something. "Mr Schue?" Santana raised her hand slightly. He looked at her, and she continued speaking. "Can we duet with people that don't go to school here anymore?" One of his eyebrows lifted, and he nodded slowly, but adding, "Sure Santana, if you want, but wouldn't it be easier to do a duet with one of the guys here? Why the sudden urge to use someone else?" Puck laughed loudly at their conversation. "Because, Mr S, Miss Santana 'badass' Lopez here? She is freakin' WHIPPED for one Brittany Pierce!" Their teachers face looked suddenly enlightened, like some dense fog had just lifted. Santana knocked Puck on the arm, but there was no real malice in it. It was true, after all. "Yes, Santana, you can sing a duet with Brittany. On one condition though." Nodding eagerly, Santana waited for it. Anything to perform with Britt. "You HAVE to do Britney Spears number." A smirk split Santana's face almost in two. Brittany loved Britney, and so did Santana. Easiest. Condition. Ever.
Hey guys, sorry its a short chapter, but didn't get my latte today, and when a 13 yr old doesn't get her latte, writers block happens.
i'll write up the duet tomorrow, any song choices you guys like? not me against the music, as that's already in there, but I was thinking one of these:
Toxic
I'm a Slave 4 U
Circus
as usual, please review and all mistakes are mine! love you guys! xxxx