Summary: After being outed by her former best friend, queen bee Quinn Fabray, in middle school, Santana lost everything. Now in senior year, Santana's one of the most unpopular students who everyone loves to hate. Brittany's way out of her league but Santana can't help but fall for the popular ditzy blonde anyway.
A/N: I had an idea for a while to do a fic based on Mean Girls and thought I'd combine it with another idea I had about an unpopular Santana x popular Britt AU based on the song "Teenage Dirtbag." Brittana mostly give me 80s vibes somehow in their aesthetic but somehow they also have a very 90s or early 2000s vibe as well.
I really love Mean Girls (the OG 2004 version - and some aspects of the Broadway version). HeMo even said that Brittany was inspired by Karen.
Santana doesn't really align well with any one character in that movie but she seems like a combination of Janis and Gretchen vibes in some ways if I had to choose. Yet I can also see a lot of Rachel in Gretchen - but in other ways Rachel is a total Cady. Finn would be the Aaron to her Cady. Quinn of course would be Regina.
While Brittana and Rejanis are my favourite ships in the respective franchises, Brittany will be more of a Karen Smith type in this story.
Anyway, this fic references the basic plot of the 2004 movie. If you liked this fic or have any ideas you'd like to see in future Brittana fics, please do comment and let me know.
"Come on, Santana. We'll be late!" Maribel Lopez shouted down the stairs to her daughter. Santana was still in her basement bedroom, staring back at her own reflection in the mirror.
She used to think she was the hottest girl ever and part of her still knew she was but she felt like she was stuck at the bottom of the food chain popularity-wise, and now there was no way of regaining her status.
It was late summer, 2002, right before senior year was set to begin. The second Star Wars prequel and Spy Kids 2 had just been released. Spiky hair with frosted tips was in fashion. Her cousins were listening to Backstreet Boys and NSYNC on their MP3 players.
Cell phones were becoming a thing. Having a computer was a big deal and dial-up was the only option. Pokemon was taking over everywhere. The X-Files had just ended.
Santana was wearing low-rise, flared jeans, along with a sloppy bright orange sweater she had hastily pulled on. She felt like a total dweeb. She just wanted to hide from everyone in geeky, unflattering clothes and her attempts to make herself invisible seemed to be working.
It was a hot, sunny summer day. There were a bunch of kids riding bikes and scooters on the street.
"Do we really have to go to this?" Santana complained as she got into the car with her parents. She really didn't want to visit their new neighbours. They were gonna be just as annoying as everyone else on their street, she just knew it.
"It's the right thing to do. They've invited everyone in the neighbourhood. It will be a good opportunity to get to meet the Pierces. Did you know they have a nice daughter your age?"
Maribel winked as she said this. Ever since she admitted to her parents that she was gay- well, it was difficult to hide at this point - comments like that from Maribel were becoming more common. Santana's face burned and she scowled, embarrassed when her mom smirked in her direction. She tried to cover up how flustered she was by acting angry and groaning.
At seventeen, Santana felt incredibly awkward and shy. Not that she would admit her insecurities to anyone. Since she was outed as gay, it made her the target of bullies at school who all seem to think it hilarious to comment on her sexuality.
She had her body covered up in that unattractive combination of a turtleneck sweater, jeans, matching orange shoes and nerdy eyeglasses with heavy, black frames, making her an easy target for ridicule.
There was no point trying to look hot anymore in her clothes when all she wanted to do was hide.
She scowled at anyone at the party who looked at her for too long. She'd much rather be staying in, watching MTV reality shows and thinking about the popular life she could have had in another universe. She was sure that in another universe she'd be some popular alpha cheerleader who ruled the school. She deserved to be popular but instead she was stuck being a loser, all thanks to that bitch Quinn Fabray.
The Pierces had moved in just a few houses down the street from the Lopezes. Their house was smaller than Santana's own and the best way to describe it was quirky - or maybe just plain weird - with the bright lilac shade they had painted the outside walls with, along with the many cat sculptures and lawn ornaments scattered throughout the yard.
The family had already planted a million flowers and random plants everywhere haphazardly. Over to the side, she saw a short, dark-haired Asian man with a friendly face standing over the barbecue. She could already smell burgers and hot dogs being cooked.
Unfortunately, quite a few of the teens from her year at school were there at the barbecue too. The teasing and jabs started right away, as soon as Santana's parents walked off and she was left standing off to the side by the large oak tree.
They'd had a good laugh about her already tripping over the Pierces' giant plastic flamingo then kicking it angrily.
She was known at school for being a klutz with a lot of aggression. Life wasn't fair; she should have been the popular girl at school but instead she was stuck being a loser with no friends.
"Ew. Look what the cat dragged in. You look like your mom dressed you, Dorktana." Quinn taunted with that annoying nasally voice of hers. Elaine Bauer, her second in command, was laughing beside her and the group of preppy cheerleader types around them snickered.
"Like I haven't heard that one before, you dumb slut!"
She made sure to yell the word slut in earshot of Quinn's prim and proper parents who gawked at her. Quinn shuddered, scowling at the Latina. Santana rolled her eyes, sticking up her middle finger until Maribel saw her and told her off.
"Santana!"
It was too bad that Elaine was always hanging out with Quinn. She was pretty hot and Santana had a slight crush on her since elementary school.
Maribel had already met the Pierces once before and brought the mother over to introduce her to Santana and her father.
The Pierces turned out to be anything but typical.
"Oh Maribel, Antonio! Glad to have you here." A buxom middle-aged blonde with a friendly face cut in, grabbing each of them in a hug before they could go any further. "I'm Whitney. This must be little Santana! Nice to meet you, Honey. Pierce, come over, it's the Lopezes!"
"Hey there!" That short man who she assumed was Whitney Pierce's husband waved at them from across the yard. He was wearing some uber bright Hawaiian shirt while Whitney was decked out in a flowing white dress with pumps and a giant bow, along with the biggest sparkly pink sunglasses Santana had ever seen on a human. Their outfits didn't exactly vibe well with the party but they seemed happy.
"N-nice to meet you." Santana stuttered. She had wanted to hate them and dreaded this party but she had to admit that Whitney and her husband, while quirky, seemed nothing but kind.
"The pleasure is all mine. Oh right, I don't think you've met our kids before. This is Stacy," A cute, tall and lanky little girl with blonde ponytails who Santana guessed was about six excitedly ran up to them, "And this is our oldest daughter, Brittany."
Santana felt all of the heat in her body rush to her face. The girl standing in front of them was like every teen boy's wet dream. She was so tall and leggy with perfect, long blonde hair, the palest freckled skin and a pretty face. Her upturned blue eyes were so striking and she seemed to be able to see right through Santana.
She was dressed preppy and looked a little slutty, with layered necklaces, a purple, mesh Henley, and low-rise jogger pants that showed off an enticing sliver of skin around her hips and lower abs. Elaine who?
Brittany was gorgeous.
To Santana, Brittany was the hottest girl she had ever seen in her life. The dark-haired girl slumped over, crossing her arms over her chest and feeling totally self-conscious in Brittany's presence.
Her glasses slipped right off her nose somehow and when she bent over to pick them up, Brittany reached down to help her at the same time. Santana was so flustered when her hand touched Brittany's by accident that she dropped the glasses again.
"H-hi," Santana cursed herself for how lame she sounded when she stuttered shyly again. She couldn't even look Brittany in the eye. Now she finally understood what people meant by having butterflies. "I'm Santana."
Not exactly the cool introduction she wanted for herself.
Santana could already imagine what Brittany was going to be like: some totally straight girl, preppy, mean girl type. The straightest girl to ever exist. Homecoming queen material with the douchey jock boyfriend. She told herself to stop being mesmerized by this girl who was obviously way out of her league.
This stylish, icy blonde was probably going to be mean and bitchy to Santana anyway.
"Hey, Santana."
Unlike Santana, Brittany's body language was so calm, controlled, and confident. At least she seemed that way but she also had every reason to be. Santana wasn't sure if she imagined the way she batted her eyelashes at her almost flirtatiously after giving Santana a once over. Brittany's movements were graceful and she had a certain poise to her. She moved like a dancer.
Santana was checking her out as well, discreetly but she couldn't think of anything else to say or do to get Brittany's attention, especially when the blonde went to talk to her other friends.
She kept staring at Santana directly but unlike the other mean girls at the party, there was no trace of meanness or judgement in the way she watched the Latina with interest. Santana didn't know what exactly those looks meant, since Brittany's expression was unreadable.
Santana couldn't understand how Brittany could find her interesting or cool. Actually, she was pretty cool, despite what her clothes suggested but no one else in their age group ever thought of Santana that way.
Everyone just treated her like she was annoying and she'd insult them viciously in return. She couldn't think of one insult for Brittany.
When everyone was distracted with their own groups and Santana became bored, she decided to wander into the Pierce house and scope it out. Her parents would kill her for being rude if they found out but she was painfully bored and lonely.
None of the girls from the school would let her into their conversations, sneering whenever she came by and her only friend, Karofsky, a gay guy from school wasn't around to back her up even.
It was pathetic.
The last thing she was expecting was to hear some girl whimpering and crying in the kitchen. Santana raised an eyebrow, noticing that Brittany girl was standing over the stove and looked like she was on the verge of tears.
Santana contemplated turning around and pretending she hadn't seen her like she would have if it were anyone else - after all, she barely knew this girl - but then she remembered that Brittany was kind of nice to her earlier and she physically couldn't handle seeing her with her face like that. It broke Santana's heart.
She couldn't remember the last time she felt so drawn to another person.
"H-hey. Are you hurt?"
Santana congratulated herself on being able to even speak in Brittany's presence without making a fool of herself again.
"Sorry, I burnt my hand on the stove and it really hurts." Brittany explained, pouting and whimpering. She sat on the floor, staring at the burn on her hand and looking at Santana helplessly. It was as if Brittany had no idea what to do next.
Something about seeing Brittany like that brought out the brave side of Santana and made her forget about how shy she felt in her presence.
"Oh no," Santana encouraged her to stand up and hold her hand under running water. "Don't cry. You should let some cold water run on it."
"Thanks, that helps a lot," Brittany sighed in relief when Santana turned the tap on for her. "I was so surprised and distracted, then my cat ran by. I didn't realize I burnt it. I never really learnt how to use a stove."
That made sense. The blonde definitely seemed like her head was totally in the clouds, much like her parents.
"I was supposed to make dessert but I can't now. I'm going to ruin the whole party."
Santana wasn't sure what to think about all this.
"Whoa, wait. What kind of dessert?
"A cake. I forgot the ingredients."
"You f-forgot the ingredients?"
Brittany nodded with a sheepish expression, shifting her weight. Santana was totally confused.
"You mean, as in the recipe or you forgot to buy them?"
"Both."
"Whoa, okay." Santana didn't know much about baking, other than what she had seen her mother and grandmother do.
"I don't know what to do. My parents trusted me to do this. I'm going to disappoint everyone." Brittany cried in despair.
"Whoa, it's okay. I'll… help."
"You'll help me? How?"
That was how Santana found herself sneaking out of the party, got into her car at her own house a few doors down, and couldn't believe it when Brittany joined her in the passenger seat.
She went to pick up some ingredients with Brittany at the store down the block, after shifting through the books on Whitney's shelf and finding at least one normal cookbook.
Between the two of them, the cake making was a disaster.
Brittany looked distressed still and Santana couldn't resist a damsel in distress.
"Do you know anything about baking at all?"
"Not really." Brittany admitted with another guilty look. Santana wasn't surprised. Brittany looked terrified of the stove even.
"I'm dyslexic. Plus I don't know how to read a recipe," Brittany told her. "I just find recipes… confusing."
Santana nodded patiently.
"Okay, so according to what this says we have to mix the dry ingredients first… "
Brittany couldn't seem to understand much of what she was telling her. The blonde was the spaciest, ditziest bimbo in the universe. It was such a turn on.
Santana began to just add everything together herself, while Brittany complimented her.
Eventually they were able to mix something that resembled cake batter. Santana spent her time trying to hide it whenever she discreetly glanced in the blonde's direction. There was no way she'd be into the unpopular dorky loser like she had allowed herself to become.
She was startled at the way Brittany was looking at her with sparkles in her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"You're so smart, Santana. You do everything so well."
"I do? I mean of course I do. Thanks," No one had ever told her that and it was about time someone recognized it. Her heart would flutter whenever Brittany complimented her. She puffed out her chest, her ego inflating by the second. "My C average begs to differ but what do those old hag teachers know?"
"You get Cs? Oh my God, that's how I know you're definitely smart. Most teachers say I'd get better grades if I skipped all classes. Mom says it runs in the family from both sides. I usually get Fs in anything. Or sometimes Ds. Which is kinda confusing because I thought I only had two Bs."
Brittany brought her hands up to hold her breasts as if to prove her point. Santana stared at them, enraptured and was so flustered that she dropped the pan of cake batter on her own feet.
Great. So now she had chocolate cake batter all over her orange shoes and the Pierces' kitchen floor. She couldn't blame Brittany for that though. It wasn't her fault that her breasts were so perky.
That was how they ended up going back to the store to buy a ready made cake. Santana actually didn't mind paying for it all because Brittany was smiling a lot and for some reason that made Santana ready to use up all her allowance money so fast on her.
At least they made it back to the party without anyone noticing they were gone. Brittany seemed happy about it all. They were almost like a team, even though they had only just met.
"My hero!" Brittany fawned over her, squeezing her shoulder. Santana felt all the blood in her body rush to her face. It was as if fate had brought them together.
Brittany was all over her throughout the rest of the party and Santana loved the attention. Santana felt like there was some kind of connection or magnetism between them. This was turning into the best party she had ever been to. Though she had only snuck into two house parties in her life.
"Hi." Brittany gave her a little wave. Santana blushed, shrinking into herself and resisting the urge to duck behind a tree because Quinn and her friends were jeering at her nearby. She didn't want Brittany to realize how much of a loser she had become. She really wanted to impress her.
Of course, tripping over one of the Pierces' many cats and falling into a flower bush when Brittany walked up to her and said her name didn't make her look so cool.
"Oops, Are you okay?"
Now the cheerleaders were really laughing at her.
"Totally fine. No offence but why are you talking to me?" Santana sighed heavily, frowning and then her heart dropped when Brittany's expression fell. Didn't Brittany know she was way out of her league?
"Why wouldn't I talk to you?"
"I mean, that came out way wrong. I mean, I guess you haven't noticed but you're you and I'm… the geek."
"So what?"
"So, you wouldn't want your reputation to get ruined."
"I don't care that much."
"Oh."
"Come up to my room. I really wanna show you something."
That definitely sounded suggestive.
"O-okay." Santana wasn't sure if she was prepared for this but she was so intrigued. She was going to hyperventilate by the time they got there. She lowered her voice, urging Santana to lean closer and cupped her hand over her ear, whispering to her as if it was some big secret.
"I really wanna show you my pussy. I'll be right back, okay."
Santana choked on nothing. She wasn't expecting Brittany to just say it bluntly like that. That girl sure didn't hold back.
"U-um you really wanna show me that right now?"
"Yeah, I really do."
Why was she even arguing?
"Um, okay." Santana sure as hell wasn't going to refuse if she was offering. She had never seen one before. Other than her own and some porn she had blushed her way through really late one night when flicking through the channels. That didn't count though. She wondered what Brittany's would look like.
She had no doubt it would be perfect just like the rest of Brittany and yeah, there was the fact that Brittany was the kind of girl who apparently was willing to get intimate with someone she just met but that somehow made her even hotter right now.
She wasn't sure what to say. Was it improper to look at the Pierces' teen daughter's lady parts in the middle of their family barbecue?
"Do you want to see it? My kitty?"
"Yeah," Santana replied immediately and then realized how eager she sounded. She didn't want to seem desperate but Brittany was making her breathless here. She squirmed beside her. "I mean, if you want to show me. Wait, don't you have a boyfriend?"
Brittany shook her head with a little laugh and Santana breathed a sigh of relief she didn't realize she was holding. This was almost too good to be true.
"No, Silly. Now, you just wait and close your eyes."
Santana closed them, trying to control her breathing. She heard Brittany exit the room and was completely confused. Brittany finally emerged from the corridor a minute later with an enormous grey tabby cat who had a disgruntled look on his round cat face. He seemed to scowl even more when he saw Santana.
"Aw you look really disappointed." Brittany pouted at Santana when she put the cat down on her bed.
"He's um really nice, Britt but I got a little confused because it's not really what I expected when you said you were gonna show me your… pussy."
"Huh, I showed you Lord Tubbington. What else were you expecting?" Brittany glanced at her coyly while pulling down her waistband slightly. The blonde kept gazing at her intently. Santana felt like she was going to pass out as her heart began beating so fast. "Huh?"
"I- I, um…"
Santana forgot how to breathe. She was practically hyperventilating. She almost spilled her drink.
"Are you okay?" Brittany giggled.
"Y-yeah."
"I knew what you wanted but it's just so fun to tease you. Oh neat, I really like that birthmark by your lip."
"Thanks. Usually I just get made fun of for it."
Santana was so embarrassed. She'd thought about having it removed but her mother wouldn't hear of it. She was in disbelief that Brittany could actually like it. No one had ever liked it before.
"They can't be serious. It's so cute. It's like, the second cutest thing about you after your dimples. Anyway, that reminds me, there is something I actually want to show you."
This time, Santana really did spill her drink all over her shirt mid-gasp. Brittany had pulled her shirt right off and was now standing there in her bra, pointing to some of the larger freckles on her lower abdomen.
"Brittany!" She squeaked.
"I have these ones right here."
"Brittany." She groaned, this time in flustered arousal, not objecting to it when Brittany took her wrists and gently guided her hands to her perfectly toned abs.
"I want you to touch me. I want to feel your hands on me."
"O-okay." Santana squeaked again. Goddamn, Brittany had a way of saying the most seductive things. Santana's hands were shaking.
Brittany was so tall and curvy yet athletic while Santana felt scrawny and lanky, somewhat underdeveloped for her age.
She shivered, the temperature in the room suddenly feeling a lot higher when she touched Brittany's skin, tracing her freckles with her fingertips. The blonde's skin was so soft. Santana couldn't stop touching her.
Brittany helped her take her own shirt off. Santana felt a little self-conscious but Brittany seemed to appreciate what she saw.
"You're really hot."
"I am?"
"Yeah, totally. I noticed that right away. Especially your eyes when you're looking at me. Your body's really hot too but I guess most people wouldn't notice because your clothes are kinda hiding it."
"Oh."
"I still like your clothes because they're you. Your glasses look hot too. You look like a super hot nerd."
"I like everything about you." Santana blurted, taking her hands into hers. Brittany beamed at her, She took off Santana's black glasses for her, setting them aside.
Next thing you know, they were in Brittany's bed. Santana noticed that the white bed frame had many notches etched onto it but that was the last thing she wanted to think about when Brittany was sitting in her lap, wearing just a polka dot bra and panties.
Then Brittany reached behind to take her bra off.
Santana passed out.
"Are you okay?" Brittany smiled down at her when she came to.
"Sorry it's just," She couldn't believe this was happening. "You're really hot."
"So are you."
Santana heard the sounds of people talking loudly outside down on the lawn and her nerves began to take over.
"It's alright. Don't worry. They're not gonna hear anything."
"Y-your parents?"
"They know I have people up here all the time and they don't mind."
Of course, Santana thought bitterly. Her displeasure must have shown on her face because Brittany made a soft sound to reassure her.
"You're by far the cutest though. We should makeout. I really wanna kiss you."
"K-kiss me?" Santana felt like her face must have been some shade of purple by now.
"You're so shy and bashful around me. It's really adorable." Brittany purred, her face getting closer to hers.
Santana couldn't hold back when she heard that, leaning up to press their lips together. The blonde really knew how to kiss. Brittany even kissed her birthmark.
Santana tried to say something but couldn't quite get the words out when Brittany was kissing her breathless. She didn't know whether this was just the blonde having some fun or if it actually meant anything to her but Brittany was seducing her and it was definitely working.
The blonde's cheeks were blotchy pink, her blue eyes darkened and her lips swollen.
"What's that?" Brittany asked with another playful grin, pulling away and running a hand through her long locks to sweep them back from her face in a fluid move. Everything she did was so graceful and feminine. She couldn't believe Brittany was totally naked for her only.
"You're the sexiest girl I've ever seen." She wheezed, entranced by all the pale, soft skin and curves.
"No, you are."
The blonde's gaze fell to Santana's face and body, roaming over her form appreciatively, then she pushed her back and straddled her lap again.
Santana knew now that she wasn't just imagining the strong attraction and chemistry she felt between them.
"Okay, we're going to have sex now. Stop worrying, okay?" Brittany smoothed her frown with her thumbs and pressed her petal lips against Santana's again.
"I've um…" Santana blurted it out before she could think. "I've never done this before with anyone."
She had also been Santana's first kiss but she didn't tell Brittany that either.
"You've never done this with anyone? You never had sex with another girl?"
"No," Santana snapped, a little more harshly than she intended because it was mortifying. Then she remembered that she probably should make herself sound less gay. "Of course not."
She sounded so lame. She was sure Brittany was going to change her mind in a second and ditch her. Maybe this was all some plan the ditzy blonde had with Quinn and her friends to humiliate Santana.
Brittany didn't seem to think so though. She looked almost smug and really pleased.
"Oo, then I get to be your first." Brittany nipped her ear and then showed Santana exactly how she liked to be touched. Three times.
She ended up losing her V-card with Brittany Pierce in her bed while her family barbecue was still going on. They had to be quick.
Maribel was giving Santana suspicious looks when she and Brittany eventually limped back to the backyard, their hair a mess and clothes turned inside out.
Santana couldn't keep the grin off her face. She felt completely debauched in the best way possible. Even Quinn's haughty, scornful vibes couldn't bring her mood down. The other blonde was staring at Brittany with an eyebrow arched suspiciously. Brittany was taking this all in stride, a mischievous, proud little look on her face after devirginizing Santana.
God, she was distractingly pretty.
They had to join their families and they obviously couldn't talk about what had just happened. Santana couldn't believe she had just done that with the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth.
She caught Brittany's eye, wishing that she had the courage to do something crazy like ask her out right there.
Four Months Later
Santana Lopez hated The Plastics more than anyone else.
The entire school knew she was mortal enemies with what she referred to as the "Demonic Trio."
There was a time, long before when she was Quinn Fabray's "best friend" or so she thought. It was easy to figure out why the two became friends at first. They were both from rich families with strict parents who barely had any time for them. They were both willing to do whatever it took to get to the top, when it came to popularity.
No one would believe that she had once been looked at with awe and respect. Now Santana was just a nerd with a lot of hostility.
There was Quinn Fabray, pure evil in human form. Her name alone was enough to strike fear and awe in everyone.
She was the queen bee and everywhere she went, girls were in equal awe and envy, while boys practically melted if she so much as looked their way with her hazel-green eyes.
Then there was Elaine Bauer, Quinn's little henchwoman who would do anything to keep her "master" in power, even if it meant helping her destroy anyone who crossed their way.
Finally, there was their newest addition - Brittany S. Pierce - the so-called dumbest girl at McKinley and the sluttiest. She sometimes didn't remember her own middle name.
Everything had changed since that day at the barbecue. Santana couldn't bring herself to hate Brittany as much as the other two but Brittany's betrayal hurt her the most, even more than Quinn's had.
Santana knew she should resent them. It should have been her who had the popularity and the adoration, not that wild pack of idiot bitches.
Instead, thanks to Quinn Fabray, she had lost everything. Now, the entire school thought of Santana as a sweater wearing dork. Everyone mocked her for being gay. She had no real friends other than Karofsky and a whole lot of anger inside of her.
She had to call her mom sometimes on her flip phone just to pretend she had someone important to talk to.
Brittany even had some stupid douche jock boyfriend now. Some tall, dark-haired guy with an ugly, mean face. It was the worst thing to ever happen in the universe.
He drove by, laughing and jeering at her with his friends when he saw her walking alone by the bus stop. Her car had been taken into the repair shop after an accident that totally wasn't her own fault.
"Eat dirt and die!" She yelled after he purposely drove through a muddy puddle and her clothes got soaked in the gross water spatter.
Of course, the way she constantly glared at the guy wherever he went at school had probably clued him in on the fact that she wasn't his biggest fan. That and maybe the fact that she'd once paid someone to have his car keyed after finding out he was dating Brittany.
What the hell did Brittany see in that guy? The fact that Brittany had chosen someone who was everything Santana wasn't cut her up the most.
Santana kind of hoped she'd get swallowed up into the puddle she had stepped into.
When the new girl, Rachel Berry, suddenly transferred to McKinley High, Santana saw her chance and took it. Rachel, as loathe as she was to admit it, was like her. Except that Rachel was way more uncool than Santana was.
Santana knew exactly what the girl wanted. She wanted to fit in, to feel special for once in her life.
For some bizarre reason, Rachel had a total crush on that oaf, Finn Hudson, who was Quinn's ex-boyfriend. Santana knew that she could use that to get Rachel to do her bidding. Sure, she and Rachel mostly hated each other but this could be her only shot at taking Fabray down a peg.
Berry looked confused when Santana went on another rant about how awful Quinn was one day. Karofsky cut in, trying to clear up the confusion.
"Santana hates Quinn because in middle school she told everyone that Santana is a-"
Santana groaned in embarrassment, putting up her hand and glaring at him threateningly before he could continue.
"Don't say it!"
"Alright, chill." Karofsky held up his hands defensively, like a younger brother would to his chaotic older sister. In many ways, that was the best way to describe them. He was always exasperated with her.
She and Karofsky had shared a mutual disgust for each other for years. They still kind of felt the same but after they'd both been outed and lost their popular status, they'd reluctantly banded together. Karofsky thought that in some ways they were the male and female version of each other - but what did he know?
"Oh look, it's Timon and Pumbaa." Quinn sneered when she saw them.
"Getting creative, huh? Who helped you with that one? Lame." Santana flipped her and her friends off.
Santana didn't know why she was doing track and field. She hated track. She had never been too athletic. She hated all sports even more out of spite since Brittany's boyfriend played them.
She was gazing in Brittany's direction again before she could help it, scowling when the cheerleader's boyfriend came into view. Santana didn't know it was possible to hate someone even more than Quinn Fabray.
"You're doing athletic stuff? But you said - I thought you hated…" Karofsky was so confused, then he noticed how she was watching Brittany and smirked. "Ohh."
"Mind your damn business." Santana hissed, her face flaming.
"Santana, why are you running?" Rachel asked and then she nodded in understanding with a bright smile that Santana hated. "Oh, I see, it's because that slutty cheerleader Brittany Pierce likes athletes, isn't it? I never thought you would go so far to impress a girl you're into."
How could they both see through her so easily. She was trying to be all mysterious and cool. What the hell? She had to do damage control.
"It's not about impressing a - what the fuck is this? Fuck off, both of you."
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with having a crush." Karofsky shrugged.
"There's no need to swear." Rachel chided.
"I'm the one who's too good for all of them. Santana Lopez doesn't need to impress anyone."
"Sure, Santana." Rachel didn't seem convinced. Santana made sure to run at full speed with every ounce of strength she had, elated when she caught Brittany watching her instead of her stupid boyfriend.
Rachel seemed to be fitting in strangely well with The Plastics. In fact, these days, it was hard to tell the difference when the four of them were walking together. It was revolting. At least Santana's plan to get the three of them to accept Rachel as their best friend was working.
Then everything changed one fateful Halloween night. Rachel came over to the Lopez house in tears, her makeup ruined. She was wearing her Barbra Streisand costume that Santana knew must have gone down oh so well with her plastic friends.
Rachel explained everything about how Quinn took ex-boyfriend back and kissed him right in front of her. It had been the last straw for the Broadway-loving, Jewish girl.
Santana raised her brows. This news took her by surprise. Quinn had always seemed repulsed by Finn back when they were dating and there were rumours that the two were always fighting - or rather than Quinn was always nagging him. If Quinn was going back to Finn, there had to be some deeper reason for it. That girl was manipulative as hell.
"Don't you see? She's doing this just to hurt you. She's threatened by you. See, this is what Fabray does to everyone. She's a bitch. You need to take revenge."
"Revenge?"
Santana rolled her eyes.
"Yes. Are you too goodie goodie for that? Let me explain what you need to do, since obviously you're too lame to know. Listen closely. I'll help you ruin everything Fabray has."
With help from Santana and Karofsky, the plan for Rachel to infiltrate The Plastics and destroy them from the inside out went into motion.
Except, it was harder to destroy Quinn Fabray than she thought. She was like a damn cockroach.
Rachel called her to beg for help one night. Santana cringed as she realized she was going to have to rescue Rachel Berry, who was now stuck at the Fabray mansion in an awkward situation. She knew the place well from hanging out there as a child but she wasn't looking forward to going back.
She'd rather throw Rachel to the wolves, truth be told because that girl was hella annoying but some part of Santana secretly wanted to sneak into Quinn's lair… Maybe that cute, tall leggy blonde would be around too but she wasn't going to focus on that.
The next thing she knew, she was face to face, or rather face to chest with the girl of her dreams. She was going to hyperventilate at any second.
"Santana? What are you doing hiding out in Quinn's basement?"
"Shh, keep your voice down," Santana grunted, trying to sound menacing. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see if she still has a monster hiding down here. Oh I get it. Is this like hide and seek? Is this like a thing you do? Next time you should ask Quinn before you come over."
If Brittany said a word of this to Quinn or Elaine or any of their other cheerleader or jock friends, Santana would be humiliated for life.
"Look, she is not supposed to know I'm here and I know we're not really friends like that but I swear to fucking God if you let me get out of here without telling anyone, I will do anything you want." Santana could hear the desperation in her own voice.
"Don't look so scared. It's okay, I won't tell them." Brittany reassured her with a chuckle.
"Thank you."
Brittany tilted her head to the side, noticing the frazzled state Santana was in.
"What happened to you?"
Santana could hear the genuine concern in her soft, sweet voice and tried to ignore how it made her heart do flip flops.
"They broke my damn glasses today. Then I got thrown into the dumpster with Kurt Hummel."
"Oh no! Aw, Honey."
"I showered before I came here, by the way, but you know, it was pretty traumatizing."
She put her arm around her shoulders and Santana couldn't bring herself to push her away. Brittany kept staring at her and Santana knew she had questions. She just didn't want to deal with this but the blonde had her cornered, literally.
Brittany seemed hurt.
"What I really want to know is why you always run away from me? I thought we had a connection. That day when we met, I mean and all that."
Whoa, Brittany thought they had a connection?
It was true that Santana had made every effort to avoid Brittany and hide behind the nearest wall, or make up some stupid excuse whenever the blonde tried to talk to her but that was only because of how afraid and hurt she was.
"Why I ran away? You're the one who's best friends with the girl who made my life a living hell," Santana hissed. "That's pretty damned devastating. Look, I guess I don't blame you for choosing popularity instead of sitting at the loser table but how was I supposed to see you or talk to you after that?"
"Oh. What did she do?" Brittany asked quietly. "Since you weren't talking to me and she was, I just ended up being friends with her. Why do you hate her?"
Did the blonde really not know? All this time Santana had assumed Brittany knew everything and simply chose Quinn's side.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Okay."
"Fine. If you really want to know… me and Miss Queen Bee used to be best friends way back, as shocking as that may seem. In middle school she saw me checking out Elaine and told everyone I was a… I was a, you know."
"A what?" Brittany blinked at her.
"Lesbian!"
Brittany seemed completely bewildered.
"Duh, I know you are. What's bad about being that?"
"According to our school, everything in the world is wrong with it! They made my life a living hell! I lost all my popularity! I lost everything! Now I'm the biggest loser apart from freaking Rachel Berry!" Santana threw her hands up in frustration. Brittany gazed at her sympathetically.
"I'm really sorry, Santana. I had no idea. That's really mean of them. Is that why you're trying so hard to tear Quinn down with all the pranks and using Rachel to get to her now?"
Santana felt guilty knowing that Brittany had figured it out. She hadn't expected her to be so perceptive.
"She needs to go down. She ruined my life and so many others. She's a mean girl."
"Doesn't that make you a mean girl too if you're doing the same thing?"
"So what?" Santana scoffed. "Yeah, I'm mean but at least I admit it. She deserves it. Now Berry's all crazy too. They're just like each other."
Brittany rolled her eyes with a little exasperated sigh as Santana ranted about her rivals.
"It's hot when you're mean but it's kind of tearing you apart now, San. I just think you could be having fun with me instead of being obsessed with them."
Santana blinked rapidly in confusion.
"Fun with you? You're the one who's best friends with my mortal enemies. Besides, you lied to me."
"I did?"
"You acted like you're into me and had sex with me but you're straight. Was I just some experiment for you?" Santana could hear the hurt in her own voice.
Brittany shook her head.
"Huh? No I'm not."
"Rachel Berry told me you hooked up with half of the footballers on the team."
"Oh. Yeah, that's right actually."
"So you're straight. I just wasted my time thinking you and I could… never mind."
"No, Silly. I'm a bicorn. I like hot girls and hot boys." Brittany shrugged.
Santana blinked. She hadn't considered that possibility at all but it did make sense for the blonde.
"I still really like you," Brittany admitted, her voice a little more shy and vulnerable. "I miss you so much. I kept thinking about us. You know, what we did together at my parents' party that summer. No one else ever... made me feel like that. Like I was so special to them."
Santana would be lying if she said she hadn't thought about it every single day.
"A-about us?" Santana stammered, then her confusion turned to jealousy when her thoughts shifted to something else. "What about your oh so perfect jock dudebro boyfriend?"
"We broke up. Or actually, I broke up with him. I didn't like how he treated you and talked about you."
Santana was stunned and her anger defused.
"Oh."
"I like you better than him."
"I- I um, yeah, I'm way better," Santana was beyond pleased. This was like her deepest fantasy come to life. She just felt really flustered with Brittany being practically all over her now. She needed to remember the mission at hand. "M-maybe I should go find Fabray and beat her ass."
"I think you should quit obsessing over Quinn and kiss me instead. I know you want to."
The bubbly blonde was making a good point.
Brittany seemed satisfied now that she had all of Santana's attention. She pulled her close and Santana couldn't resist leaning in to press her lips against the girl's, feeling those familiar fireworks.
Santana had to admit that it was difficult to even remember anyone else even existed when Brittany was around. All of her revenge plans were going to be ruined now but Brittany was a really good kisser so that was all that mattered.
"I really, really like you," Santana blurted when they separated. "I couldn't stop thinking about you ever since we met. Every single day. I think I'm in love with you."
Maybe she had said too much but Brittany seemed to make any logical thoughts she had fly out the window when she was around her.
Brittany giggled, stroking her jawline.
"Me too. Silly, you should have told me sooner."
Yeah, getting revenge on stuck up bitches was fun but kissing Brittany was a million times better. Brittany was kissing all over her neck now and it was difficult to even remember her own name, far less any other plans. She pushed the blonde up against the nearest wall, covering her mouth with hers when she just couldn't take it anymore. Brittany whimpered and it was the most adorable sound she had ever heard.
She somehow felt so happy around the blonde, in a way she had never experienced with anyone else.
"Brittany!" Quinn's shrill voice could be heard minutes later and Santana reluctantly separated from Brittany again, both of their faces flushed red. There was no way of hiding what they were doing, especially since Santana had her hand down the back of Brittany's sweatpants and their shirts were off. "What the hell are you doing? With a girl - with her of all people?!"
"I'm making out with Santana." Brittany told her helpfully with a big smile. Quinn grimaced, shaking her head and completely horrified.
Santana smirked proudly.
Santana's high school life was a million times better from then on. No one really bothered her anymore. After all, The Plastics couldn't exactly bully Santana for being gay anymore when one of the girls in their clique was literally dating her. Having Brittany S. Pierce as her official girlfriend was the best thing that had ever happened to her.