Summary: Santana Lopez is among the most popular at McKinley High. Brett Pierce isn't so lucky. Can the geeky dancer still get his girl? Genderswap!Brittany.

A/N: Guys, I'm sorry to say that KISG and WFLHP are officially on hold. I don't plan on abandoning them completely, as I hope to never do that with any of my stories, but I just can't find the inspiration to write more chapters right now. I wrote myself into a corner, if that makes sense. But I have been working on a multi-chapter story for a few weeks now, so I will have a new update weekly for this story!

Please forgive me, all! I promise, this story will include the humor and bits and pieces of certain information that both of my other stories has/had.

I feel like there have been a lot of Genderswap!Santana stories lately, so I thought I'd take a shot at writing a Genderswap!Brittany for a change of pace.

So, without further adieu, the story!

Chapter One

Smooth Moves And Beautiful Girls

Brett Pierce walked down the crowded hallway of McKinley High with a broad grin on his pale face and a skip in his step, one hand fiddling with the strap of his backpack and the other sweeping sandy blonde hair out of his eyes.

He really did need to get it cut.

His dad had told him just that morning that he was beginning to resemble a golden retriever.

As if that was a bad thing.

Brett loved dogs.

Plus, he was good at playing fetch.

It really was a win/win situation.

His smile remained intact even as other students turned to point and snicker at him. It's not that he was unpopular, per say. he just wasn't the coolest kid on the block.

The blonde-haired boy was halfway to his locker when he felt a rather rough tap on his shoulder, causing him to spin around in confusion.

He didn't even have time to open his mouth before his cheeks were slapped bitterly with blue syrup and ice chunks.

"Why don't you dance your way over to the girl's bathroom, Twinkletoes!" A gruff voice snickered from behind him, the sound of two hands high-fiving following shortly after.

Okay.

He was pretty damn unpopular.

Instead of getting upset or breaking down in tears, Brett simply took off his glasses, wiped the sticky liquid from his eyes and shook out his blonde locks, effectively showering his tormentors with the slushie as well.

"Mm, blueberry. My favorite." Brett beamed, saluting with two fingers before carrying on his way, leaving two shocked boys behind him.

The thing about Brett Pierce, was that the eighteen year old never seemed to be in a bad mood. Whether he was just slushied, called a horrible name, or shoved into a locker, the perky boy always remained upbeat and ready.

Some called it charisma.

Most just called it drugs.

Definitely drugs.

"Yo, Brett! Wait up!"

This time the dancer turned happily, recognizing his best friend's voice anywhere. He watched amused as Sam bustled and elbowed past the huddles of students in his way, his large lips as large as ever.

And damn, were they large.

Brett had met Sam in kindergarten, and instantly the two had hit it off.

Sam being the weird kid who tried to do bugs bunny impressions and Brett being the boy who did pirouettes at recess.

Needless to say, there weren't many options for the two.

But fate would have it that the two would become each others greatest allies, and a seemingly unbreakable bond had been sealed ever since.

"What's up, bro?" Brett asked once Sam had gotten closer, going in for a one-armed hug.

"Woah!" Sam jerked back quickly, putting his hands up and scanning the area around him. "We're already teased constantly, do we want to add gay to that list?"

Brett rolled his eyes and turned on his heel, continuing on his path. Sam followed quickly behind. "It's high school, they'll always make something out of nothing. 'Sides, I'm not opposed to trying-"

"Shhh!" Sam elbowed his friend in the gut, eliciting a grunt. "Some things are better left unsaid at the moment, yeah? Yeah."

"Did you need anything, Sam?" Brett asked shortly, annoyed at his friend shutting him down again.

Even though the large-lipped boy was one of Brett's best friends, he couldn't help but feel a little hurt when it came to his friend's acceptance of his sexuality. It's not that Sam didn't approve, he just chose to act as if that factor simply...didn't exist.

"Patience, young pattawong," Sam's smile was back in full force, "First of all, you look like Cookie Monster's hair dresser mixed up your hair dyes. Aren't you going to change?"

Of course Sam would use a Sesame Street reference.

He was afraid of hugging a male, but Sesame Street?

Fuck yeah.

Loud and proud.

"I didn't bring an extra shirt today, so no. Anything else, Samuel?"

"Someone's a bit crabby today," Sam remarked, raising an eyebrow. "I just wanted to know if we were still on for Breadsticks later tonight? Then video games back at my place?"

"Yeah, sure!" Brett replied more enthusiastically, excited at the idea of playing games with his friend. He began to unconsciously bounce just a bit more in his steps. "Meet you there at six?"

"Six it is." Sam nodded, checking the time on his phone and turning down the opposite hallway. "Later, Brett." He called over his shoulder.

Brett shook his head fondly and began fiddling with his locker, opening it and taking out a Chemistry book. He glanced to the side quickly out of habit, and did a complete double take.

Jesus.

Coming down the hallway was a beautiful brunette, eyes so dark that they nearly rivaled the night sky. Her gorgeously curved body was complimented by a tight cheerios skirt and a top that you could barely even consider a shirt. Long, tanned legs strutted forward with purpose, and her shiny black hair was tied up into a high ponytail that swished back and forth with every step.

Santana Lopez.

AKA the school's most popular cheerleader.

AKA Brett's crush since elementary school.

He had basically fallen for the girl on the first day of kindergarten, the first day he had met Sam as well. The little blonde-haired boy had just been dropped off by his mother, and was sat by himself at table three, watching as more kids trickled in one by one.

And then she came in.

With her barbie shirt and overalls, her hair pinned back neatly with butterfly clips. Her tan little hand clutching a princess lunchbox and the other holding a Dora the Explorer backpack.

Already, at age five, Brett knew he had just found the girl of his dreams.

As the years passed, and the two grew up, they had never had more than two encounters with each other. One being when Santana had dropped her pencil in the fifth grade and Brett had gracefully, and clumsily, picked it up. And the other being their freshman year of high school when Santana had asked Brett for a piece of paper in Geometry.

Brett sighed happily.

Memories.

Now, watching as the Latina goddess drew nearer, he quickly patted down his now-sticky hair and attempted to straighten out his Zelda t-shirt, preparing himself for eye contact.

Come on, Brett! Just say something! Charm her! Anything!

And here she comes!

In three...

Two...

One...

Brett tried to smile as seductively as possible, leaning back against his locker to head nod casually and go for the "oh, I see you there. Or do I?" type look.

And it worked perfectly.

Or it would have.

If he hadn't left his locker door open, which he was now falling into with a loud crash and a strangled cry.

All that could be seen was two legs sticking out of the metal compartment, a dazed and confused Brett sitting inside.

What even just...what?

"He is such a loser." He heard one girl whisper, giggling to her friend.

He peered dizzily out of the open door of his locker, noticing it was Santana and another cheerleader strutting past.

He inwardly punched himself.

So much for puling out the moves.

He watched sadly as Santana giggled quietly herself, glancing in his direction. But there was something different about her giggle, as if it wasn't meant to be cruel.

"Hey, Brett," Santana said softly, giving a small wave of her hand. Her friend simply rolled her eyes, grabbing her by the shirt and pulling her forward.

"Come on, Santana, we're going to be late for practice."

And with that, the two were walking away with their back towards Brett, who was currently staring in awe.

He still totally had the moves!

Score one for Pierce!

A/N: and that's the beginning of this story! I know a lot of exciting things didn't happen, but I needed to establish the characters and their relationships first. Review maybe? Tell me what you liked, or didn't? Thanks for reading, guys!