Santana wasn't the type of person to express her feelings.

The only thing she could express was anger. And anger didn't suit her well. She constantly found herself harassing other people at school, for reasons she could never explain. It was like she was always angry.

"What the fuck is your problem, Lopez." She turned to see that Puck was standing near the kid she had just thrown to the ground. It wasn't her fault, no one told him to stand in the middle of the hallway and take up space. He brought that upon himself.

"None of your business, Puckerman." As she tried to walk away, he ran in front of her to stop her from going anywhere. "Get out of my way or you'll end up on the floor like him."

"I don't understand why you're being like this I mean I know that you can be a bitch but you're overdoing it."

"Like I said. It's none of your business."

Santana pushed her way past Puck to see the tall, blonde haired girl watching her from the end of the hall. She quickly turned and headed in the opposite direction.

There was something about that girl. Her name was Brittany Pierce. Santana knew her from Glee Club. She was quiet, and didn't really reach out to others. Not that there was anything wrong with that.

But there was something about her that made Santana think. There would be times where she would catch Brittany staring at her and just as their eyes made contact, she'd look away. Her eyes were beautiful. Like the sky on a clear summer day.

It didn't matter though, there was no way that girl would ever give Santana a second glance. She was rude, cruel and mean to literally everyone. Except for Quinn Fabray, of course. Quinn wasn't as hasty as Santana but get on her shit list and that was it. There was no way to get off.

They were the top bitches at McKinley. Co-captains of the Cheerios and not to mention- the two hottest girls out of the entire student body. Everyone wanted a piece.

There would be times that Santana would give a guy a chance. But it never felt right. She would get jealous. Quinn had Finn. It was a perfect match. She was a cheerleader, while he was the quarterback of the football team. Santana wanted that. She wanted to be loved. But who was going to love her? Not like she wanted to be with anyone from school anyway. None of the guys were anywhere near her league. Not because they were ugly. Not because they only wanted to fuck and say that was that. But because she didn't want a guy. Or a man.

There was only one person she wanted, and she definitely wasn't a he. It was ridiculous, she thought.

She knew exactly nothing about the mysterious blonde. Yet, that's what pulled her in more. She was pretty, no- beautiful. Brittany was the perfect height, perfect size. Santana would lay in her bed at night and just fantasize what it would be like to hug her.

It would be the same every time. She'd nuzzle her head into her chest as Brittany wrapped her arms around her. It'd be warm. Oh, yes. The warmness. She imagined that Brittany would be using a fruity sort of perfume, coconut maybe. Santana caught a whiff of it once while they were both in the bathroom. She didn't leave until the smell was gone.

"San. Hello? Earth to Santana." She quickly came back to reality to see Quinn standing directly in front of her. "Geez. About time. Come on. Glee Club starts soon and I don't want to be sitting behind Berry I hate the smell of her stupid moisturizer or whatever the fuck she uses."

"Yeah. I'm coming." They walked down the hallway together.

"Fuck, I hate that she uses so much of that shit. It should be illegal."

Santana was listening, but not listening. She didn't care about what Rachel Berry smelt like. What she cared about was getting there at the right time so that she could sit next to Brittany.

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