Chapter 1

"S'up Lopez, you're looking extra bitchy today." Santana heard that cocky and smug voice she had grown to hate behind her as she searched her locker for her AP chemistry book.

"Well if it isn't my favourite person, Pierce you ran outa slutty girls to fuck so you've decided to be a pain in my ass?" Santana says as she slams her locker and turns to face the bain of her life, Brittany S. Pierce. She thinks she's the schools resident badass and in a way she is.

"I like being a pain in your ass, and no I haven't but I do like me a challenge" Brittany winks as she leans on the lockers next to Santana who can't help but scoff. Is she being serious? Does she really think she has a chance with Santana Lopez? The head cheerleader?

"Dream on Pierce, as if you could even think you can tap this." Santana says as she starts walking down the hallway, Brittany quickly follows her.

"So, you'll put out for jocks who don't have two brain cells between them but not me? I'm at least a step up babe." Brittany puts her arm around Santana's shoulders, a bold move.

"Ok first off get your arm off me before you lose it, second off do not even attempt to comment on my life, you know nothing about me." Santana says ripping Brittany's arm off of her, how dare she even think to make judgments on her when she doesn't even know her life.

"Whoa chillax babe didn't mean to offend you." Brittany says, backing off not wanting to see Santana go 'All Lima Heights' on her ass.

"Yeah cause calling me a slut won't offend me. You really are a piece of work you know that pierce? Nothing but a Lima Loser with a reputation and I wouldn't touch you with a barge pole." Santana says as she storms off not bothering to look back at Brittany.

"Now who's the judgemental one? And don't worry you'll cave soon enough, babe!" Brittany shouts after Santana and not so subtly checks her ass out. Being called a Lima Loser doesn't really affect Brittany because she has enough confidence to know she really isn't and Santana knows it. Which drives her insane.

Its last period now and Santana's favourite one if she's honest, she loves Music Technology, she loves being able to make her own music. Her best friend, Mercedes Jones walked in holding hands with her boyfriend Sam; Santana couldn't help rolling her eyes at how pathetically in love they are.

"Ill see you later babe." Sam says kissing Mercedes, he gives Santana a slight wave that she returned and went to sit with Puckerman.

"Hey girl, how's it goin? Strike fear into many people today?" Mercedes asks Santana teasingly as she sits next to her, Santana rolls her eyes but can't help the slight smile on her face.

"Hey wheezy, well I had another run in with Pierce but that's about it, I've been relatively tame today" Santana says back getting out her notebook; she was still pissed off at the nerve of Brittany today. Mercedes gave her a sympathetic look knowing how much Brittany gets under Santana's skin but she can't help smirk slightly at the obvious sexual tension between them.

Just then Quinn Fabray walked in; she was one of the biggest nerds in the year. A cheerio who sat at the front thought it would be hilarious to trip her, bad mistake. Brittany walks in just as Quinn fell to the floor and quickly grabbed the cheerio by her uniform as Puck helped Quinn up.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Brittany screamed in the cheerleaders face, it was obvious the girl was terrified but was trying to maintain her confident demure.

"Sorry, my foot slipped and the loser fell over it. Not my fault she's clumsy" the cheerleader smirked, Brittany flexed her jaw but decided the cheerleader wasn't worth it and pushed her back into her seat.

"Watch your back cheerio." Brittany says as she walks away with Puck and Quinn.

Brittany takes a seat beside Quinn whilst Puck returns to his beside Sam. Puck and Quinn are her only real friends, Puck because he's just as badass as her and Quinn, well they're unlikely best friends but Quinn was there for her when she struggled with school work and got her back up to speed with it. She saw Quinn taking out her notebook and got her own out too, she loves music technology; she gets to make music which she loves so she feels almost, free, in this class. The teacher had yet to arrive so most of the class was talking, she looked around and saw Puck look almost dreamily at Rachel Berry, Santana's second in command on cheerios, though he would never admit to it, he has the biggest crush on her but tries to hide it by sleeping with cheerleaders and any other girl willing. She then looks at Rachel and sees her speaking with Tina, who looks bored at whatever she's talking about and finally she sees Santana, she's frowning as always but in a more concentrating way as she writes in her notebook. Brittany wasn't kidding when she told Santana she wanted her earlier, she does, and who wouldn't though? She's gorgeous and there's something else about her that Brittany wants to find out. Finally the teacher arrived 10 minutes late and the lesson began.

"ok now you are going to pair up for a project, the project is to create a song together and then let the class hear it, best song wins a prize, two gift certificates to the restaurant Breadsticks!" the Teacher exclaimed, Santana perked up on hearing this, she loves them Breadsticks. Then the teacher continued. "The twist though, I will be picking your partners." The class groaned, including Santana.

One by one the class was paired up, Tina and Artie much to mikes dismay. Quinn and Rachel, Puck and Finn, Sam and Mercedes much to their joy and finally;

"Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce" the teacher says putting down the register.

"What?" "Score!" Santana and Brittany shouted at the same time. The bell then went and Santana ran to the front of the class to catch the teacher.

"Mr Jackson you can't pair me with her, please cant I swap with Berry? Or Evans?" Santana begs

"Miss Lopez I'm sorry but this is to get more of the class talking so you're staying partnered with Miss Pierce." The teacher says as he packs up his things, the last thing he wants to do is get into an argument with a student.

"But you partnered up Mercedes and Sam! They're dating!" Santana exclaimed, just then she felt an arm being wrapped around her shoulders, judging by the feeling she knew exactly who it was. She rolled her eyes as Brittany interrupted their conversation.

"Please excuse the rudeness of my partner Sir, we shall have this project completed on time and I assure you now we will win" Brittany says in her cocky tone Santana hates, she moves away from Brittany and growled at her.

"Yeah ok, if that's all girls I need to head home." Mr Jackson excused himself and left the girls in the room themselves, Santana glaring at Brittany and Brittany smirking at Santana.

"Well well, Lopez. Looks like we'll be spending a lot of time together eh?" Brittany smirk just grows when she sees Santana scoff and mumble under her breath.

"Whatever Pierce, I love Breadsticks so we're winning this, got it?" Santana says grabbing Brittany by the collar. She noticed how close she was in Brittany's personal space and it seemed intimate but she was trying to come across intimidating and by the look of Brittany's face then she's succeeding.

"Um, ok yeah sure. Don't worry babe with our talent there's no way we'll lose" Brittany says regaining her cocky manner after losing it briefly. She may be badass but Santana Lopez is intimidating as hell.

"That's another thing, don't call me babe. Don't call me baby; don't call me any form of pet name got it? And good, there is no way I'm losing those gift certificates." Santana says releasing Brittany and smooth's non existent wrinkles in her uniform.

"Aw but you secretly like the pet names" Brittany winks at Santana only to slightly cower at the glare Santana shoots her.

"Just be at my house at 7pm tonight Pierce" Santana says beginning to walk out the classroom.

"Oh I'm being invited to your house? Ill be there, looking forward to our little one on one Lopez" Brittany shouts after her.

Santana rolls her eyes again and shakes her head, what has she got herself in for?