Back again! Like I promised, Santana has finally come into the story and she will now be a main character so thank you for the wait. This chapter was a lot of fun to write and - my laptop just died in the middle of this - it's a bit longer than the others. I'd love it if you guys could review and stuff. Enjoy:)
The next day I wake up early at 8:30, hearing a door being slammed below me. I grab my phone that was in the pocket of the jeans I was wearing yesterday. It still has small dents in the case from when I burnt it, but I replaced the screen so that it looks as good as new. Along with it, I find the lighter Quinn gave me. My fingers run across the smooth, shiny surface and then the bumpy gold part.
When I check my phone and see that I have 5 missed calls from dad, 2 from Jamie and 3 from Daniel. There are also a few messages; however none are from my mother. Of course not. I get up from bed, deciding not to let it bother me and look in the wardrobe for some clean clothes. I find a pair of skinny jeans and a normal t-shirt and put them on. I slip the lighter into my back pocket just for a sense of comfort.
Today I want to learn more about McKinley and the people I will be living with. I slip out of my room, contemplating waking my best friend up so I don't have to go down there myself, but chose against it. As I pass a few doors leading in to what I presume are other bedrooms, I wonder who else lives here, what abilities they have, what they learn in the Halls and if any of them have the same gift as me. My feet take me to the bottom of the stairs and I have no idea where to go next.
"Brittany!" I turn and see Rachel shuffling out of the living room towards me. "I guess you're looking for the kitchen?" she chuckles.
I smile sheepishly and nod. Rachel leads me into a room to the right, opposite the side where the living room is. The kitchen is big and modern with a marble island in the middle and a few tall chairs pushed into it. Further in there is large dining table with a dozen leather chairs under it. A boy is perched on an island chair and is reading a Vogue magazine with a cup of coffee in his hand. I don't recognize him from last night.
"Kurt," Says Rachel, grabbing his attention. He spins in the chair and looks at me, "This is Brittany, she and her friend Quinn are staying in our house." He smiles and stands up, walking over to me and extending his hand.
"Kurt Hummel, nice to meet you." Kurt's voice is high pitch and his hands are incredibly soft. On him he wears tight black pants, a white shirt with a bowtie and a silver vest. I don't know why but he reminds me of Pinocchio.
"Hi," I say awkwardly, unsure of what to do next, "Is that a hippo brooch?" I ask pointing to the small animal on Kurt's vest.
He laughs softly and replies, "Why yes it is! Here let me make you breakfast," He turns on his heal and goes to the fridge, "God knows if I let Rachel do it she'll make something vegan. You like pancakes, right?"
I laugh at his comment. "Yea, who doesn't?"
"You want coffee?" Rachel says as she reaches to grab a mug. I nod. "So Brittany, what can you do?" I walk over to where she is. In her hand she hold a kettle and is about to put it on the stove to heat it up, but I stop her.
"Let me show you." I slip my hand into my back pocket and retrieve the lighter as both Rachel and Kurt watch with anticipation. The top of the lighter pops open and I light it, moving it closer to my hand.
"What are you doing? You'll burn yourself!" Kurt cries, rushing to my side and ready to slap the lighter from me.
"It's alright, watch." As soon as the fire touches my hand a flame forms on my palm and I remove the lighter. They watch in awe as I move my hand under the kettle. Seconds later the sound of the water boiling is heard. I take my hand away and make a fist, watching as the flame disappears.
"Okay, that was cool." Rachel says, poring the now hot water into the mugs. "I don't think I've saw that one yet." My smile drops slightly and she sees this, "What's wrong?"
"It's just, I was hoping someone here could teach me how to control it, but I guess not." I wrap my hands around the cup that Rachel handed me and I can feel the heat though it doesn't burn my skin.
"Oh don't worry, Miss Pillsbury will help you with that, she has, like, super human knowledge." Miss Pillsbury? Who's that? "The red head who brought you here..." Rachel explains. It must be Emma.
Rachel, Kurt and I talk a while longer and they tell me their abilities. Kurt has Atmokinesis which is the power to control the weather. He says it's good for when you want to get your tan on. Rachel can create a force field around herself and others. She shows me and when she tells me to come closer, I am met with an invisible barrier blocking my way.
After we eat breakfast Kurt tells me that Puck will take me out to the training field to see how strong I am. He says that I am to wear the training clothes that will be in my room. There is a white tank top, black running legging and a pair of trainers. As I tie my long hair back I hear a light knock on my door.
"Britt?" Quinn's voice floats through the air and she walks in. "I guess you're going out training?" I give her a small nod in reply.
"You should come too," I say, knowing she feels left out, "It could be fun." Quinn takes a seat at the edge of my bed.
"Actually Sam said he would show me around." A small smile creeps onto her face. "You know, these people aren't all that bad." I join her on the bed. When we arrived yesterday, I thought people would treat us like they did in high school, laugh at us and call us names, but so far everyone has been welcoming.
Another knock pulls me from my thoughts and Puck walks through the door. "Come on Brittany," he says, "I'm running training today." I look to Quinn, silently asking her if she was sure she didn't want to go. She gives me a soft smile indicating that she would be fine. "Bye Quinn." Puck says while heading for the door. After giving her one last smile, I follow Puck out to training.
This is going to be embarrassing to say the least. I thought that by 'training ground' Puck meant a secluded place, surrounded in trees or up a mountain that I would have to hike up just to get there, but instead, Puck brings me to a football pitch that can be seen out the windows by the people in classrooms at either side. Now all of them got to see me fail at whatever I have to do. Perfect.
When we get there six people are already waiting, one of them being the guy in the wheelchair from yesterday. Each of them has similar clothes on as to what I am wearing and they all look at me when Puck and I go over to them.
"Alright listen up! Today we have a new trainee so now each of you will have a partner." An Asian girl with a purple stripe in her hair high-five's the wheelchair guy as he pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
Just then a girl burst through the closest door and sprints out towards us with her duffel bag hanging on her shoulder. "Sorry, I'm late I know, I overslept." The girl chucks her bag over to the wall and turns to Puck who has a pointed look on his face.
"Seriously Lopez? This is the third time this week! "
"Chill Puckerman, I'm here aren't I?" She shoots back. Her brown eyes meet mine for a split second before returning to Puck.
"Whatever Santana, you're with the newbie," he smirks as she lets out an obvious sigh of annoyance and rolls her eyes, "Go easy on her, it's her first time." I don't know if I should be pissed off because he basically called me weak, or to be happy because it's not going to be as difficult now.
Santana (or at least that's what Puck said her name is) walks up to face me. I take in what she is wearing. A sports bra which shows off her toned abs, leggings that cut off just below her knees and a pair of Nike running shoes. Her long dark brown hair was tied up in a pony tail just like mine.
"So you must be the new girl," She says slowly looking me up and down, "I'm Santana. What house are you in?" I think back, trying to remember what house Miss Pillsbury said Quinn and I were in. Six? Seven?
"Yeah I'm Brittany. I'm in house six-" I was about to ask her what house she was in, but Puck cut me off saying we have to start ability fighting. My face scrunches up in confusion, not having any idea what that means. Santana lets out a light giggle.
"Here, I'll show you what to do." She gives me a sly smile before disappearing completely. My eyes widen. Did that just happen? I feel a light tap on my shoulder and spin on my heals only to find Santana behind me. "Teleportation," she says disappearing again, "What do you do?" Her voice comes from right behind me, only this time she is closer. Her hot breath tickles my neck and I have to focus in order to answer her question.
"I can… ugh" My mouth is suddenly dry, "hold fire." Really? Hold fire? Why couldn't I have said something cooler like Manipulate flames or something? I mentally slap myself.
"Show me." Is all Santana says. She steps away from me and I feel like I should be relieved, but in a way I want her to stand close to me again. I grab my lighter from my pocket and create a flame on my palm then spread it to the other. "What all can you do with it?" She asks, staring into the electric blue centre.
"Nothing yet, I only learnt that I could do this like a week and a half ago." I feel embarrassed that I'm not as skilled as the others. Puck sees my hands and makes his way over to us. He whispers something into Santana's ear and she nods, looking at me. She takes a step back, lifts her hand and focuses on the flame coming from my hand. My skin begins to tickle as some of the fire rises into mid air.
Santana smirks and says, "I also have telekinesis," The flame flickers in the air as she pulls her hand back, ready to throw the ball of fire, "Heads up!" She shouts in the direction of a boy with black hair. His eyes widen as he sees what is coming his way and his legs move at a speed not humanly possible, missing the fire by a thread. A giggle comes from Santana's mouth and Puck fist bumps the air.
"Nice! S why don't you try to teach Brittany how to throw it?"
After an hour of Santana trying to teach me how to make a ball of fire and throw it, I give up. Everyone else on the field is fighting. Not arguing fighting, but the kind of fighting that includes punching, kicking and, occasionally, super speed. Not the most normal day, but defiantly not the weirdest.
"I can't do it!" I yell in frustration as I drop my hands. We are sitting on the grass facing each other. Santana is trying to get me to make a flame ball, but each time I try, I keep getting distracted in her eyes. There's something about them. Now that I'm closer, I can see the small gold flakes scattered in the deep brown. When the light catches on them, they go an orange colour.
"You can, Brittany. Here," She grabs hold of my wrist and pulls it between us. Her hands are soft and she places a finger on the inside of my wrist where a blue vein is visible. "Try to focus your energy here." I don't think I can focus on anything with her soft hands on me.
I take a deep breath through my nose, close my eyes and attempt to direct my energy to that one point. A few seconds pass and I let out a sigh. "It's not working." I complain, however when I peel my eyes open, a ball of flames is floating in the air. I blink trying to make sure that what I am seeing is real. Santana grins at me, her perfectly straight white teeth showing. "I did it!" I yell with joy. Santana stands up and raps her arms around me when I put the flames out. Her hot breath hits my neck again and my eyes flutter closed as I enjoy the feeling of her body so close to mine.
The brunette steps back and we make our way out of the field with the others when training finally comes to an end. "What house did you say you were in again?" She says while we walk through the Halls and out to the campus. The sun is still high in the sky and beating down on us. Perfect weather for an August day.
"Six," I reply, sure of myself this time, "You?"
"Five." That means her house is beside mine. For some reason the thought of that make me giddy. "It's a shame; we could have used more Cheerios." She looks at me from the corner of her eye and smiles. Kurt and Rachel explained to me during breakfast that the 'Cheerios' were the head bitches of McKinley and would do anything to stay at the top. Each year a game would take place between carefully selected houses to win the McKinley Cup and the Cheerios would choose a house to cheer for. Apparently they've never cheered for a losing house. Never.
"Nah, I don't think that I'd be good at that type of thing." I say awkwardly. And besides, I like my house so far. I haven't met everyone in it yet, but the people I do know are pretty cool.
"I think you'd be perfect," Santana says and stops in front of her house, "You totally have the body." I blush at her words. Is she flirting with me?
Before I have time to reply a voice booms over to us. "Hey, Brittany!" I know its Rachel without looking over my shoulder. I turn and give her a wave.
"God, you're friends with Berry?" Santana scoffs.
"What's wrong with Rachel?" I ask. Did she do something to Santana to make her not like Rachel? The way she spat out 'Berry' makes me feels kind of let down. I knew the Cheerios were meant to be bitches, but Santana was really nice to me. Obviously it was all an act.
The brown eyed girl notices the annoyance in my tone. "Oh nothing," She stutters, "It's just… I've heard rumors about her from the other girls."
"Then they probably aren't true." I say angrily. God, I'm so stupid. Why did I actually think Santana would be any different from the bitches at my old school? I walk away from her and towards Rachel.
"Brittany, wait." She calls over, but I just walk on.
"Hi Rachel." I say as I walk up the steps and in to the house. I pass the living room were Quinn and Sam are laughing. When I reach my new room I close the door and flop on the bed. I will not trust any of those Cheerios unless I want to end up like I did back in my old school. Especially not Santana.
Worry not! This is not the end of Brittana (obviously). I hope you liked this chapter and the next will be up in a few days!:)