Hello, I've been reading a lot of badass!britt fanfics and decided to write one. I'm not that good at writing, but I've got nothing to do over the break so I'm just doing this for fun. I don't know if I'll write more (depends what people want) and as for my other story... well it just flopped. So anywayyy here is the first chapter:)
Brittany S Pierce is a badass. No. She is the badass. Even the teachers know not to question her ways because, let's face it, she terrifies them. Well, not just them, more like half of Lima. And she loves it. The twinkle of fear in Jacob Ben Israel's eyes when she walks by sends a sense of power rushing through her veins like no drug she's ever had. But even though she can get away with just about anything, she still feels empty. Not in that weird sappy way – Brittany is too awesome for that – but there's something that isn't there. And she's going to find out what that is.
"Santana!" A loud scream came from the bottom of the stairs, waking me from my blissful sleep. I groaned and pulled my covers over my head in attempt to block out all noise. Just five more minutes. But, just like every other morning, my mother swung the bedroom door open and turned on all the lights. "Santana, for last time-" she said, yanking the curtains open which caused me to groan again, "- you're going to be late if you don't get up right now."
I poked my head up to see her standing at the foot my bed with her hands on her hips. "Mami you say that every morning and I'm never late." I replied, swinging my legs over the side of my bed.
"My point exactly." With that, she left my room while muttering something in Spanish under her breath.
A yawn escaped my mouth as I stretched my arms above my head and mentally decided what I could wear to school that day.
After a quick shower, I pulled on some black skinny jeans with a superman top. I rolled my eyes at my choice. Of course I would chose something comic book related. As I slid my glasses on, I grabbed my bag and headed down to the kitchen.
"Did dad leave already?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Being one of the best doctors in Lima left my dad working all the time.
"Yes, but he said he would be home for family dinner tomorrow." She replied while handing me an apple. I nod my head and take a bite out of it. Normally, we would have family dinners every week, but dad has been so busy lately that we haven't had on in a fortnight. "You should probably get going."
I grabbed the keys for my car and give my mom a hug before leaving. The drive to school was uneventful, mainly just me singing softly to a song on the radio. I think back to the sign up sheet I saw the other day. Glee club. Though I'd never admit it, I loved to sing and I really wanted to join the club, but that would just push me lower down the social latter than I already am, not that you could get much lower. A girl could only receive so many slushie facials.
I pulled up to the school and took a deep breath, preparing myself for another day in hell. I looked out at the people walking around the car park, trying to spot my best friend, but I knew that he would probably be in comic book club. Yes, I love comic books, but it's more of a guilty pleasure.
I hoped out of my car and successfully made it to my locker without a jock or cheerio 'accidentally' dropping their slushie in my face. A sigh of relief passed my lips as I took my books out of my locker and put them in my bag.
Suddenly, a hand wrapped around my arm and I drop my bag. "Hey, hey, hey." My body instantly relaxed when I hear Sam's bad impression of Matthew Maconagey. I turn to see him with a dopey grin on his face.
"You scared the crap out of me, Sam." He just laughed in response and muttered an apology. "Why aren't you in comic book club? It doesn't end for another 15 minutes." I asked, swinging my bag over my shoulder and shutting my locker.
Sam put his hands in his pockets and we began walking to homeroom. "I wanted to see if we were still on for the movie marathon tomorrow night?" It had been a tradition for the past few years that once a month Sam and I would have a movie night.
I was about to reply when I remembered my mothers words from this morning. "I think we have to move it to another day, I have a family dinner tomorrow." I said, rolling my eyes.
Sam just nodded his head and we agreed to set it up for a different night this week. We started talking about random things when something catches his attention, or rather someone. "Sam, just ask her out already," I tell him. His eyes widened and he shakes his head. "Oh come on, you've been watching her since last year."
"Santana, she'd never go out with me."
"Why not? I mean, you're pretty cute," I teased him, "Well, that is if you're into guppy lips." I joke and he lightly punched me in the arm.
To be honest, Sam is really cute, guppy mouth and all; it's just that he's been my best friend for so long that it seems wrong to think of him like that. He's basically the brother I never had.
"It's not that, I'm just- oh god, she's coming over here." Sam panicked and turned to face me. "What do I do? Does my breath smell?"
"Jesus Sam, calm down." I giggled at him. The girl we were just talking about walked right up to us and smiles.
From the corner of my eye I could see Sam's shaky hands. "Hi Sam." She said.
He nervously swallowed and tried to act cool. "Oh hey, Mercedes. How do you do?" I have to push my lips together and hide my laugh. "I mean, how are... you?"
They continued to talk, well Mercedes talked, Sam just stood there and tried to form sentences. I was pretty sure he said something in that weird avatar language. A sudden crash made me turn my head to see what was going on.
Up against a locker was some jock. I could see the fear in his eyes as he looked down at the person holding him there by the collar of his leather man jacket. The person who had him pinned to the locker had their back to me, but I could clearly see who it was. Her long blond hair fell down her back in light curls and sat against her signature leather jacket. "What did you just call him?" She shouted in the jocks face. He tried to escape her grip, but she just slammed him back again. "Did you just call him a retard?"
I look to see who she is talking about. It was the kid in a wheel chair, Artie. He looked confused and very frightened at the way she was defending him.
"I asked you a question!" The blond yelled in the jocks face again. He could do nothing but nod his head as an answer. This just fuels the girls rage. "Just because he's in a wheelchair doesn't mean he's retarded. Got that? Now go before I rip your tongue out!" She released him from her grip and he scrambled away, scared and embarrassed.
I could see the hesitation in Artie before he rolls up beside the girl. "Thank you, Brittany." He all but whispered. It was almost as if he expected her to punch him after defending him.
Instead of responding, she just turned on her heel and walked out of the school, probably to the couch under the bleachers.
"What was that all about?" I hear Mercedes ask. Sam just shrugged his shoulders and they went back to their conversation. "So Finn told us that he heard you singing and I wanted to know if you would join Glee club." My ears perked up at the mention of the club.
"Can I think about it?" Sam asked and Mercedes says of course and that he can audition on Thursday if he wants. I've never really heard Sam singing, the only time is really when we sing in the car or to some TV show theme song, but I think he should still try.
The sound of the bell rings out into the hallway, telling us that we need to go to homeroom. When we take out seats I ask him, "So are you going to audition?"
Sam looks as if he is deep in though. "I will if you will."
My eyes widen at this. "Me? Why should I?"
"Um, I don't know if you've heard yourself, but you can sing," He whispered as if it was some secret, "Like really well." He adds.
I think about it for a second. Glee club did sound really fun, but I was still worried about what would happen if I joined. Sam was on the football team, which meant he probably wouldn't get as much dirt if he joined, but I was a completely different story.
The teacher walks in before we can talk anymore about it, though the thought still lingers in the back of my mind.
"Hola Santana."
"Hola Mr Schuester." I rolled my eyes at his lame attempt at a Spanish accent. Spanish – for obvious reasons – was the subject that I was doing the best in. Not that all my other grades were bad, I was basically getting A's in almost everything.
I take my usual seat at the back of the class. Most people would think that I sit at the front and raise my hand at every question because I am a nerd, but I find it better to just sit back and keep my head down.
The class soon filled up and the lesson began. After a few minutes of listening to Mr Schuster talk about the verb 'to go', the door opens and a familiar leather jacket walks in.
"Brittany," Mr Schuster said, looking beyond confused, "You actually showed up."
A slight smirk took hold of the blonds face. "Yeah, it got cold outside."
Mr Schue didn't even question her. "Well, take a seat." Brittany's eyes scanned the room and eventually land on me. I quickly realize that the only seat not taken was the one beside me and curse under my breath. I defiantly did not need or want to add Brittany to the long list of people that taunt me in this school.
"Mind if I sit here?" She asked, still smirking as the lesson continued. I shake my head, unable to trust the words that may come out of my mouth.
The next couple of minutes consisted of a slightly awkward silence and me trying my best not to look at Brittany. "Everyone turn to the person beside you and come up with a few sentences with the verb 'to go'." Great, I think to myself, as if this couldn't get anymore awkward.
I could feel a set of eyes on me as Brittany cleared her throat. "So are we going to do this or are you just going to stare at the board all day?" She teased. I moved to look at her, but was instantly drawn into her eyes. They were the colour of the ocean, not a really dark blue, but the lighter blue, the more tropical one. They almost looked too good to be real, but they were and they were staring right make at me. "Santana, right?" Brittany asked.
I was kind of shocked that she knew my name, but she is Brittany Pierce after all. "Um, yeah." I replied.
"I'm Brittany, but you probably already knew that." I nodded once again and fiddled with the pen in my hands, trying to distract myself from the gorgeous eyes. "I like your glasses," She commented, "they're cute." I blushed at her words and looked away.
"Thanks." I said in a small voice. I took a deep breath. "So I guess you could use the verb to go in a sentence like 'I go to the shopping mall' or something like that." I gulped, attempting to get back on track, even though I could do this in my sleep.
"I bet you're really good at Spanish." Brittany spoke with a smirk.
"It's my first language." I responded. "Yeah so you would say 'Voy al centro comercial'."
Brittany looked at me with a small crease in her forehead and tried to repeat what I said. A small smile breaks out on my face and I laugh a little at her accent.
Mr Schuester made his way over to our desk. "Really good girls!" He praises. "Santana, I was wondering if you could tutor Brittany in Spanish." Both Brittany's and my eyes snap to his.
"No, no, no, I don't need a tutor." Brittany stated as she folded her arms across her chest.
Mr Schue sighed. "You've hardly shown up to half the classes this year, Brittany. This is the only way you'll be able to pass." Beside me, the blond lets out a groan. "Please Santana; I could put it down as extra credit."
I debate the pros and cons in my head. A con would be that I have to tutor the most feared person in this school. Also, there's a risk that she could beat me up or throw a slushie in my face. But a pro would be that I get to see her eyes more and, to be honest, that does sound pretty appealing, even if that does mean getting tossed in a dumpster.
"Okay." I answered, still a bit unsure. Mr Schuester left with a smile on his face just as the bell rung.
"So I guess we'll be spending some time together." Brittany piped. I looked up and saw the same smirk growing on her face. "Does that mean I can get your number?" she teased. I could feel the blood run to my cheeks again and thanked god that she could see me blush.
"Sure." I spluttered. I didn't know why, but I could feel a twinge of excitement at giving the blond my number. I wrote it down quickly on a piece of paper and ripped it off for her.
Brittany folded it and put it in her back pocket. "I'll call you later, nerd." She winked and then left. I felt my heart race pick up. When people called me a nerd, it was normally to offend me, but they way that Brittany said made my knees feel weak. I left the classroom in a daze, still unsure of what just happened.
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