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It was the end of the Cheerios practice for that day. Santana approached her locker, sweaty and tired from the training. It was a bad day for her because not only did she get a low score for the evaluation test; Coach Sue scolded her for messing up in training twice. Thinking about it made her even more depressed. Santana wanted to go home, eat tacos, and binge watch some show. As she closed her locker door, she saw the blonde girl who just joined the Cheerios. The other cheerleaders already made some mean comments about this newcomer. They said she was dumb as rocks and made stupid jokes. They even compared her to a barbie doll - pretty face, nice body but has no brain at all. She was drinking from her red water bottle as she smiled at her,

"Hi, I'm Brittany."

The first thing Santana noticed was how blue her eyes were. It took a few seconds for her to respond

"Hey. Santana Lopez. So, you just joined the Cheerios, huh?"

"Yes. That Coach Sylvester sure is tough. I don't really know anybody here yet, but you seem nice. Wanna grab a bite?"

Normally, Santana would respond with snark if somebody called her 'nice', but something about that girl made her act nice-ish. She totally forgot about the fact that she wanted to go home and said

"Sure." a little too quickly.

They went to the nearest convenient store and Santana sipped a cherry flavored slushie while Brittany ate a tuna sandwich. Brittany had a little tuna on her chin and Santana had this urge to wipe it for her, but that would be creepy so she settled with pointing at her chin and Brittany giving her a shy thank you look. When Brittany was halfway through her tuna sandwich, Santana was pretty sure she heard her mumble something about a lord tubing wanting her sandwich. Brittany must've noticed her staring because she said

"Lord Tubbington. That's the name of my cat. I was wondering if he would get mad at me for eating tuna and not inviting him. He'll probably steal my pink pen again."

"Your cat? He'll steal your pen?" Santana said, half laughing.

"Sure as hell he will. He even took a video of him holding my pen then sent it to me." Brittany looked too serious to be joking.

Santana just shrugged and laughed. She now understands why the others call her stupid. Even if Brittany is sort of weird, she liked the way Brittany was. It was refreshing to get to know someone so… lighthearted and innocent. People in Lima Heights saw Santana as a bitch so these people were usually too scared to talk to her casually. She preferred it that way though. It made her popular and she gets to hang out with the older cool kids. She was friends with the head Cheerio. The so called 'friendship' exists for popularity so they don't really bond. Brittany was different, though. Even if it was their first time hanging out, she was so fun to be with that Santana can't put her bitch mode on.

The two decided that it was still early so they went to the Lima Park because Brittany said she wanted to see lions and even if Santana told her that they would see lions in the zoo, not the park, Brittany insisted that there was a lion in the park. As they walked through the never ending green trees, Brittany broke the silence,

"Wanna know a secret?" she said with a smug look on her face.

"Sure, what is it?" Santana tilted her head in curiosity.

"You know why I asked you to hang out with me today?"

"You said you don't know anyone yet… Isn't that it?"

"Yeah, that's a part of why I asked but the main reason is you looked kinda sad. I know that you're known as a bitch in our school, the other Cheerios even warned me not to talk to you, but it was bugged me that a pretty girl like you was pouting so I thought, why not try and talk to her? She might be nice. She might even be better than the others. So I approached you."

Santana's jaws slacked. She can't believe that a girl so nice and kind exists, that this 'stupid' girl is the only one that bothered to talk to her when she was sad. She looked down and remained silent. How can she respond to such thoughtful words? She isn't really used to respond nicely, or she doesn't have to, because of her bitch self.

Brittany tapped her shoulder lightly "I wanna be your friend. You don't have to be a bitch with me. I like the person that I hung out with today. I know people call me stupid and being friends with me might bring your popularity down so it's cool if you don't want to."

Santana's eyes widened "Oh, no. Brittany, I'd love to be friends with you. And my popularity doesn't have to go down. We'll bring yours up." she winked. "They're the dumb ones for calling you stupid. You're a genius, girl. You figured me out. Let's be friends AND popular bitches."

Brittany flashed her perfect teeth in a wide smile. She said "Yay!" then she lifted her arm towards Santana with her pinky raised. Santana gave her a confused look and Brittany explained "This,", gesturing at her pinky, "is kinda our secret handshake. Our friendship thingy."

Santana linked her pinky with Brittany's and smiled, "Our thing."