With you on my shoulder
By HeartofSummer
Genre: Brittany and Santana romance
Copyright: If I owned them, a lot of the shows awesome characters would be forgotten, since I'd only be writing about these two. So this is purely for entertainment purposes.

A/N: This is pretty much how it's gonna be. The story will change between Santana and Brittany's point of view. It's hard to nail both of the characters, so please, share your thoughts in the review section! Reviews really get me inspired, so any suggestions or critic is taken with arms wide open!

Chapter 2: Showmance

(Brittany)

"God Bless the perv who invented these."
I smile as Santana makes a twirl and shows off her panties in the process. I try not to look at her underwear in the same way as the guys probably do, but they're just so... soft. I chew my lip as my eyes travel down her ass, concentrating on not thinking about how hard she must've trained to get it so-
"Remember the power motto girls;" Quinn says as if she's Tyra Banks.

"It's all about the teasing and not about the pleasing!" We all chant smiling at each other, and Santana's ass, apparently. Well, it's hard no to see it. It's so obviously there! My thoughts are lost in the sea of skirts from all of the cheerios dancing and shaking it like crazy – me included.

"Back it up like a dump truck, baby!" It's hard to keep my eyes off of any of the girls. All of the cheerios, as they, well, we, call ourselves, work out six days a week. That means their behinds, and legs, and chests looks really good. Which means it's really, really hard not to stare if you think they look good. I do it shamelessly in the locker room, but I feel it's a bit inappropriate during something called celibacy club. I'm not sure why it's named after a vegetable, but it's mainly about not looking at each others asses, because apparently, God says so. My grandma used to read the bible to me every night when she lived with us a few years back so that I would fall asleep quicker, but I still can't recall it ever saying something like that.

I lean on one of the desks as the boys walk in, Finn leading the group with Puckerman right behind him. Sometimes I wonder what they talk about in the locker rooms. Because if it's just like us girls, asking opinions on brah's, boobs and help with stretching, then I would really like to be a guy. Besides, being best friends with Finn wouldn't be that bad – he's so nice to all the cheerios. I grin when Miles from Spanish asks me to be his partner. I agree, and jump up to join him on the floor, giggling at the balloon in his hands.

"Okay everyone," Quinn says and makes me snap back to focus on her filling up a balloon. "Let's pair up for the Emaculate effecting..." I choke back a giggle, that is immediately killed by Quinn's evil eye. "If you break the balloon the sound makes the angels cry." I swallow hard, worried about a sound that scary.

"I really like yellow," I tell Miles, batting my eyelashes for full effect like Santana told the cheerios to do just yesterday. It works. His smile grows ten times.

"Me too."

"Stop it!" My head turns to the angry bark of Santana. Puck is humping their balloon like crazy, and she looks angry, trying to back away from him, but he holds her in a firm grip by the shoulders.

"Take it!" he grins. I drop my hands from Miles' shoulders, wondering if I should do something when Finn's balloon pops and everyone's attention is directed towards the It couple instead. I see Santana smack away the balloon and Puck being mesmerized by the fact that Quinn is yelling at her boyfriend.

Santana catches my eye, roll hers and do a quick up and down glance of Miles. Then she raises an eyebrow and smiles encouragingly, so I step a little closer to him as that scary girl who's after Finn – I think her name's Midget, which is weird – holds a speech and tells us that everyone wants to have sex. Quinn looks baffled, but I just nod my head, smiling at Miles. He blushes and looks at Rachel again, which I guess means he got the message. I wouldn't mind Miles. He's sweet. Besides, I have a reputation to uphold, as Santana has put it. I need to put out to keep it alive and breathing.

As me and Miles are about to leave the classroom Quinn comes up beside me, smiling at him.

"Give us a sec, will you?" she says sweetly, and he nods at me, and stumbles away, mesmerized by having been talked to directly by the head cheerleader.

"So, you're supposed to be good at dancing, from what I've heard." I nod, not sure what to say to that. "We could both benefit from you helping me do a quick dance routine." I'm still not sure what to answer, and shrug a little bit.

"To what song?" It'd be great fun to help Quinn out – I love dancing.

"Say a little prayer for you." she says, like it doesn't matter. "It would be for me and Santana, but I guess it would be good if you joined too. With your rep it would be a simple step."

"What exactly are you planning for me to do?" Santana's voice asks from behind me. I turn around and smile at her, but she doesn't seem to notice I'm even there.

"We're joining Glee Club." She says it as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. I think I see worry in her eyes, but it must be my imagination.

"No way in hell." Santana answers automatically, looking as if she's been slapped in the face. "It would be social suicide!"

"This is not for us to have a shot at expressing ourselves!" Quinn barks back. "It's to make sure Finn doesn't do anything stupid with that harlot!" I give Santana a confused look, but she must understand who we're talking about. I have no idea, though. Who's the harlot? Isn't that a bird?

"Oh, Pleeasee! Rachel Berry is not going to go all Edward Cullen on you man and swoop him away." Santana rolls her eyes at Quinn's worried look.

"Didn't you hear her! She offered him sex!" Santana just crosses her arms over her chest, and looks back at her, before looking at me.

"And you're going to agree with this, Brittany?" I nod, still not knowing who that Rachel Berry is, only knowing Quinn needs me, and I'd like to be there for her as a friend.

"She's going to move up the pyramid if she agrees," the head cheerleader says. "It should mean the world to her that she was chosen by me to help." I don't like Quinn's tone, but I know she's right. A lot of the other cheerios would kill to get a chance like this. It would be the end of my bottom place at the pyramid.

"Fine," Santana says, cracking under the pressure of the Queen. "When do we start?"

"Now. We're auditioning this afternoon."

Me and Santana were leaning against the lockers beside the choir room, waiting for Quinn to show up from the ladies room. She'd been keeping us busy during the whole day, ditching Spanish, maths and history.

Spanish and history I didn't mind so much, but maths' my favourite subject besides cheerleading practice.

"Is Quinn going to show up?" I ask Santana, who looks away from her nails and up at me. I'd never thought about the fact that she was shorter than me before. She was above me in the pyramid and when she spoke, it made me feel like she was always taller somehow. But right in this moment, us alone in an empty corridor and possibly waiting for a moment that could change our lives... well, she didn't seem tall anymore. Just nervous, maybe. She gave me a roll with her eyes, before looking back at her nails.

"Of course she will. Otherwise I'll kick her bony ass all the way back to Texas." I smiled.

"She reminds me of Dorothy, too." Santana's eyes snapped up to mine, and her defensive face fell. I just smiled at her and clicked my heels together.

"There's no place like home." And that, everyone, was the first time since I'd met Santana again, that she gave me a genuine smile. And she laughed at me.

"You're such a weirdo, Brittany. But yeah, she is JUST like a bitchy Dorothy." I gave a giggle, not letting her eyes leave mine.

"Are you sidekicks ready to join the homo explosion?"

We both looked up at Quinn at the same time, smiles forgotten.

"Let's go blow him away, shall we?" She went past us, in through the door, and Santana followed without so much as a look in my direction. I breathed in deeply once, making sure I became a dancer in full, before confidently, hips swaying an extra bit, entering the room.

"Welcome, ladies." Mr Schue says as I take my place on the left side of Quinn, keeping my cool and reminding myself of the steps once more, hoping Quinn wouldn't mess them up.

"Whatever," Santana says, mirroring my pose and putting her hands on her hips. The teacher leans back and put his pen to his chin.

"I have to say I'm really surprised you guys are trying out."

"I'm sure you've read about this in the school paper – Finn and I have been an item for a while now, so what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't support him?"

At this I smile, and Santana let's out a breath of a chuckle.

"Well, let's see what you got." He pushes play and me and Santana immediately take our places in front of the diva, my eyes glance in her direction as I push my wrist against hers, and we sway to the music, letting our skirts to the work. I feel her fingers brush against mine for a second, before the singing begins.

"Say a little prayer for you..."

When our hands meet, Santana immediately diverts her eyes, but I look at her a second longer, before letting the routine take over my body – my flirty, self confident inner self. Sometimes I love her more than I love myself.

Halfway through the song I feel as if I'm having an out of body moment, letting my skirt and hands and eyes and voice do the talking. We got him right where we want him.

"Together, together, that's how it must be,
to live without you, would only mean heartbreak for me..."

As we sing the last words, Santana's eyes are back on mine. We look away at the same time and as my hands fall on Quinn's shoulder. I let my eyes travel to the floor, loosing myself in a replay of the fire in Santana's eyes moments before. Then I look up, bite my lip and meet the applause of a laughing Glee choir leader.

"That was amazing, guys! Quinn, that is some voice you've got there."

"Thank you, Mr. Schue." She answers self confidently with a small smile of victory.

"That routine was really good too! How long have you've been working on this?"

"Since this afternoon," I answer truthfully and get a surprised laugh from Mr. Schuester.

"Well, welcome to Glee club."

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