(most of this story is the same as it was before there are some minor changes and Chapter 4 is entierly new, I rewrote as much of what I could remember from the first time I posted the story. I don't know why it was removed, hopfully it wont happen again, but if this story is taken down again well then I guess it was fate, evil fate. For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, I had this story posted before. I'm not a pezberry fan, THIS IS A PEZBERRY STORY. I'm writting this story or my sister who happens to be a pezberry fan I am hardcore in love with brittana and to make this story work there is no such thing as Brittany s pierce.
Disclamer : I don't own glee or its characters. This story is titled after the song I'll C U Next Tuseday by Ke$ha.

Enjoy

Santana scoffed and rolled her eyes looking over the freshly printed white paper in her hand. Her father got some stupid promotion, but it didn't seem like a promotion, she use to live in sunny L.A. and now they'd been promoted to horribly tiny Lima, Ohio what and Santana was sort of happy, maybe now things could be different. The Latina had been told that things would be fine better than fine, things would be great! But Santana knew better than that, she wasn't stupid being a junior and entering a new school in the middle of a school year, meant miss fit. She planned on keeping to herself for the day and maybe she could get though it. But that wasn't how it played out for her. Just a few feet away from the strange principal Figgins office and she slammed into a girl just a foot or two smaller than her. "Oh shit I'm sorry." Santana said getting the better balance and knocking the smaller girl over. She looked the shorter girl over and had to stifle a small chuckle. The brunette wore a red sweater that house a white leaf in the center, a blue plaid skirt and Mary Jane. It was like a toddler and grandmother mixed, yet the small girl pulled it off as very cute look.

"Oh my I'm so sorry I didn't mean to I..." The small brunette smiled weakly and muttered in a bit of a panic.

"It's my fault I was to busy looking at um.." Santana waved the small white paper with ant print on it in the air."This thing. Hey you wouldn't happen to know, were 's History class is at would you?" Santana asked with a smile that showed off dimples.

"Oh um yes, as a matter of fact I was just heading there myself." The brown eyed girl grinned widely.

"I'm Santana by the way." Santana smiled shifting her binder into her left hand so she could extend her right to the girl as they walked down the hall way.

"Rachel, Rachel Barbara Berry." The girl smiled back, taking the out stretched hand in a quick hand shake. "So where are you from Santana?"

"L.A. my dad got transferred, he's a doctor." Santana said looking over at Rachel. Rachel smiled.

"Well than I guess will be spending a lot of time together seeing as how my daddy is also a doctor." Santana smiled showing off the adorable dimples yet again.

"Hmm maybe it'll be nice." She knew much better than that saying that it sounded like a good idea wasn't that bad of an idea. Her father was always at work and her mother never lifted a finger it was up to Santana to keep the house livable and the dogs alive. There was no chance she'd be spending time with anyone.

"Well hello." A unknown voice sweetly sang from behind them. Rachel smiled and spun to face a blonde slightly taller than her and slightly shorter than Santana.

"Hello, Quinn your looking lovely this morning." Rachel beamed.

"I could say the same for you but I don't think lovely sums it up." Quinn grinned evilly pulling Rachel into her and began to kiss the brunettes neck.

"Quinn." Rachel giggled. "Quinn" Rachel squirmed. Santana's eyes darted to the floor the moment Quinn pulled Rachel in feeling like she was intruding in some way. She wasn't sure what to do they were the only ones in the hallway and it seemed strange to just stand there and stare. "Quinn." Rachel giggled finally getting released from the blonde's grasp.

"I'm sorry sometimes I just can't help myself Rach." Quinn gave the small brunette a smug grin. Santana shifted a little feeling super intrusive.

"Oh, Quinn this is Santana she's new here father just transferred from L.A." Rachel chimed motioning to Santana.

"Hi." Quinn beamed. Santana couldn't help but feel like it was a little to happy. The blonde extended a hand.

"Ah hey." Santana smiled taking the blondes pale hand. She could feel the blonde sizing her up, checking her to count the threat. She sized the Latina up like a lamb chop. But Santana was no lamb chop. She never was, she took in the blondes appearance, a cheerleader, of course most likely the head. Santana rolled her eyes, queen bitch why not. "Should we go Rachel I don't really want to be late on my first day. Do you have History to Linn?" Santana asked.

"It's Quinn and no I unfortunately don't have that pleasure. Getting to start my day off with Rachel." Quinn smiled and gave Rachel a quick kiss. "I'll catch you after class." Her eyes darted to Santana in a quick glare.

"It was nice meeting you Quinn." Santana called after the blonde. She didn't response as she headed down the hall and out of sight. As soon as Quinn was gone the hall began to fill with people. "She always like that?" Santana asked. Rachel smiled turning to the taller girl.

"She gets a little touchy sometimes but I like it, not all the time of course but it is nice to know that she's not ashamed."

"Ashamed of you?" Santana said without trying to hide the shock. "I mean yeah you dress kind of funny but you've got legs, and those eyes and I'm saying this all out loud aren't I?" Santana asked embarrassed of her mouth that didn't seem to be listening to her brain. Rachel blushed and fought back a giggle.

"I believe so and I'll have you know I dress very nicely." She smiled. "And thank you Quinn seems to be the only other person in this school that believes that, sometimes I worry though." Rachel looked towards the floor as she lead Santana into a class room.

"Why?" Santana asked following Rachel towards the middle of the class room.

"It's just that I mean Quinn is Quinn and I'm."

"Oh God Berry showed up again. Hey man hands why do you even bother showing up, do the world a favor and kill over." Another blonde cheerleader seated in front of Santana and Rachel laughed and then turned to her friend. Rachel looked to the table top for comfort. Santana saw the hurt in Rachel's eyes with a glance and turned back to the bitch.

"Excuse me?" Santana snapped. Rachel looked up quick and panicked.

"Oh, Santana don't." Rachel weakly begged.

"No, what the hell was that? Was that an insult or a joke or something cause if it was it sucked. It wasn't funny it wasn't even mean, it was sad if anything." Rachel took this with a small bit of shock, Santana seemed to be use to the tone of her own voice. With ease her words were dripped in poison and flung into the cheerleaders face. "My grandmother could have done worse. Maybe you should do the world a favor and kill yourself cause honestly if all you have to offer is an insult that shitty." Santana shrugged, and gave the girl a fake smile.

"Who the hell are you?" The blonde asked.

"The question isn't who am I, but who you aren't. Your not important, your not influential, your not pretty, probably not to smart either, but what you are is lucky for the moment. The next time you last brain cell tells your collagen filled lips to send a pathetic insult Rachel's way. And Rachel is that beautiful brunette with adorable hands behind me, I see you've taken to many feet to the face during the topple of the pyramid so I thought I'd fill that in. I will personally find you and kick you ass back to the surges that gave you that terrible nose." The taller girl had backed into her seat, sinking into herself as Santana towered over her with a presence that only Quinn Fabray had mastered. "Are we clear." Santana smiled her voice hitting an innocent high. The blonde nodded franticly. "How about you silicones?" Santana husked turning to the brunette seated beside the blonde. She nodded almost quicker than the other girl. "Good."

Santana strolled to her locker, she'd managed to sneak out of her last classes before the bell. She wanted to find her locker before the bell rang, she'd somehow made it to the end of the day without a hitch. Once she was at her locker Santana pulled out her nice little white paper again. She smiled turning in the combo and pulling the light brown door open. "Look you know I can't do anything if I tell them to stop they'll know. I have a girlfriend this isn't a relationship. You know that its just something to pass the time."Santana stiffened hearing Quinn's voice she wasn't sure what she was about to ease drop on but she left her locker and followed the voices to an empty class room.

"Quinn." Santana stopped in her tracks hearing Rachel's voice.

"Rachel, I love you, you know Ally's good for my rep, if I want to be something and get out of this town and follow you to New York I have to have a good rep."Quinn chimed. Santana's brow knitted as she tried to understand how in the hell that made sense.

"I know." Rachel's voice muttered, "It's just, I.. I love you so much Quinn."

"I know." Quinn dead panned without emotion. Santana's face contorted with disgust. "And Rachel, I don't like that Santana girl, she's not good for you lover."

"But Santana's...nice." Rachel's voice seemed to drift into thought.

"Nice?" Quinn's voice broke with a laugh. Santana scoffed. "What was that?" Quinn's voice jumped. Santana heard her tennies squeak and she fled down the hall.

"Who do you think you are?" Santana straighten up hearing a voice she'd already heard twice that day. She turned around and smiled.

"Hello..." She pretend not to remember Quinn's name. "umm...Quinn?" She asked slightly tilting her head.

"Rachel's mine, I don't know how things work in L.A. but here I'm in charge, here it matters who I am and who your not." Quinn's voice deepened as she step closer to Santana. "Do you understand?" Santana thought a moment and slowly nodded.

"Yeah, I understand." She said a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"Good." Quinn hissed turning on her hills.

"but." Santana said stopping the blonde. "There is one thing I'm not to clear on." She said a smug grin on her face. Santana loved calling bitches out on there own turf "See what I don't get is if your in charge, head cheerleader and all... Why is it." Quinn shifted a little with Santana's pause. "That 'your' Rachel is getting picked on by other Cheerleaders?" Santana stepped up in Quinn's face. Waiting for her to tell Santana that Rachel wasn't her girlfriend "I usually make it my bushiness to stay out of other peoples, I don't cheat and I don't make other people cheaters, cause I have this huge hatred for people so pathetic that they have to cheat on someone to fill good about themselves, but I don't think I can stop myself from meddling into this relationships. Rachel's the only one in this whole school that's been nice to me since I got here. She's nice and I don't like seeing sweet girls get fucked over. Something's going on and I'm not the kind of girl to sit back while a friend gets hurt." She backed up and smiled at the blonde. "Don't worry Q I'm not a threat. I don't want to take Rachel, I just want to make sure that she's not going to get the shitty end of the stick."

"I'm not cheating on Rachel." Quinn husked a smug grin on her face. "That's fine, but know just because I don't want to take Rachel doesn't mean I wont. She's too good for you." Santana would have been proud of the moment but she'd already caught the audio to the Quinn and Rachel show. "You have nothing to worry about I mean as long as your not a cheater or using Rachel." Santana smiled, turned closed her locker door and headed for the doors to the school.