Fic: The First Time Around
Title: The First Time Around
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG
Summary: The first time they met, Santana didn't like Brittany. It's a total fluff piece, yo.
Spoilers: No spoilers.
Disclaimer: don’t own glee
Note: Dedicated to SulkyGeek :)
Here’s the thing: when Santana met Brittany for the first time, she didn’t like the blonde. That same moment, Brittany decided she’d tried to befriend Santana.
They were not friends right off the bat. In fact, the first September back in grade nine, when Santana walked into class, ten minutes after the bell - Brittany was in her seat. Yeah, it was their first year in high school - but anyone in that district knew that Santana liked the corner seat in the back.
That day, she had to sit a row up from the back. She passed a note to Quinn, who had attended the same feeder school as her: “Who’s the blonde in my seat?”
Quinn looked at her and shrugged. She was too preoccupied with passing notes with Finn to really deal with Santana’s narcissism and honestly didn’t care if some chick was sitting in a seat Santana hadn’t actually claimed yet at McKinnley High.
So Santana did what she thought was reasonable all first period while the teacher droned on and on about how high school would be a great experience for them - she glared at Brittany and attempted to make her feel as uncomfortable as possible.
After school, two days later, she saw that familiar blonde on the field at the Cheerio’s tryouts. Sue Sylvester made everyone say their name and do a trick.
When Brittany was up, she said her name and did some double back-something - three times and landed very nicely. Santana felt a jolt of jealous, and at that moment, decided to dislike her even more.
At the end of tryouts, Brittany came up to Santana and Quinn and introduced herself. “Mmm hmm,” Santana nodded and glared, “You’re the chick who scammed my spot in homeroom.”
“I didn’t know that seat was taken,” Brittany said, blinking twice in mild confusion.
“Hi, I’m Quinn. I liked your routine earlier,” Quinn smiled, “Santana and I were going to grab a soda, if you want to come too.”
“I actually have to babysit in half an hour - otherwise, I’d love to,” Brittany smiled back at the pretty, wholesome looking blonde, “But it was nice meeting you. See you in class.”
Quinn waved, before Santana smacked her. “Uh, ew,” Santana shrieked.
“What’s wrong with you? Are you ragging?” Quinn glared at her friend, “What? She’s nice. We could be friends with her.”
“That girl stole my seat,” Santana snarled.
“Yeah, but she’s pretty and she’s going to be a good Cheerio - and, y’know what? She has potential to be popular. Also, she had a cute skirt, Santana,” Quinn stated.
“I’m not going to be friends with her,” Santana crossed her arms, already changed and leaned against the doorframe waiting for Quinn.
“Whatever,” Quinn threw the last of her belongings in her bag before following Santana out the door.
Sure, Santana was a bitch and didn’t like most people - but people didn’t usually irritate her this much right off the bat. And no, she didn’t want to be friends with this random Brittany chick. And it really did piss her off that Quinn was being so nice to her - Quinn was bitchier than she was! But for whatever reason, Santana couldn’t help staring at this new girl and brainstorming reasons why she should hate her.
--
A few weeks into the school year, Quinn had befriended Brittany. The tall blonde girl was sitting with both Quinn and Santana at lunch and walked to classes with them. Santana seldom spoke to her, unless she was calling her out on something or pointing out something negative.
Quinn and Brittany ignored her behaviour for the most part, and went on with gossiping or modifying lists of the hottest guys in school each week.
“You and Finn are so cute,” Brittany gushed one day at lunch, after Quinn had read the transcript of their note from English class.
“I know, right?” Quinn giggled. Santana rolled her eyes and said nothing, sipping her bottle of water and checking her phone for any kind of activity.
“Are you going to invite him?” Brittany raised a brow.
“Invite him to what?” Santana asked, snapping her phone shut and paying attention to the conversation at the lunch table.
“My party on Friday. Wear those jeans you bought last week. Puck will be there…” Quinn winked at her brunette friend.
“Whatever,” Santana rolled her eyes.
“Ooh, you’re into Puck?” Brittany asked, smiling over at Santana.
“Whatever,” Santana responded, not looking at her.
“I’m sorry,” Brittany sighed. Finn had just walked into the cafeteria and gestured for Quinn to come by him so he could show her something. When she got up and left Brittany and Santana on their own, Brittany moved closer to Santana, “Can I ask you something?”
“What?” Santana gave some attitude and glared at the girl.
“Why do you hate me?” An awkward silence filled the room.
“Whatever.” Santana shrugged, her ‘whatever’ less biting than usual.
“We’ll try this again another time,” Brittany sighed.
“Yeah, whatever,” Santana got up, grabbed her shit, and walked away.
The truth was Santana didn’t really have a reason anymore not to like the girl. Quinn had been right - she was an asset to the Cheerios (she was trained in dance or something) and she did have popularity potential. Despite the fact she came from a different feeder school, she was well-received by the high school population. And to Santana, status mattered, which is why she tolerated her being around.
But whenever Brittany was around, Santana felt nervous - and Santana Lopez never got her nervous on. Not even the senior football players hitting on her made her feel nervous - she could quip up something nasty to say in retort easily.
The weird thing about Brittany too was that Santana, while disliking her and everything, could never think of the right thing to say to her anyway. Like, not only could she not diss her properly, she couldn’t even respond to her during conversation half the time. She more or less answered everything with “whatever”.
There was just something about this tall blonde girl that made Santana feel a certain way - a feeling she wasn’t familiar with - which she decided must be dislike. Well, it makes sense, right?
--
Friday night, around 8PM, Quinn’s house was filled with everyone who mattered at McKinnley high. Her parents were on a hunting expedition for the weekend and her party was wicked.
A few people managed to score booze via their older siblings and/or waiting outside the beer store looking depressed.
Two bottles into the night, Brittany went over to sit on the couch with Santana. The Latina girl was giggling and riding on a good buzz, before the blonde came to sit beside her. All of a sudden, aware of Brittany’s presence, she froze and felt nervous again - which seldom happened to her when she had booze in her system.
“Do you still have your hate on, Santana?” Brittany smiled, offering her bottle top for a cheers.
Santana clinked it with her politely, “I don’t hate you.”
“But you don’t like me,” Brittany frowned.
Santana shrugged. She really didn’t have any kind of reason to dislike the girl. In fact, she acknowledged Brittany’s constant efforts. Brittany was actually pretty, funny and really, really good at athletics. She secretly respected her. Despite her constantly trying to find annoying things about Brittany, the truth was - the girl didn’t irritate her in the slightest.
But she didn’t want to be friends with her. There was something annoying about that in itself.
Now, Brittany was great at some stuff - but there was no denying she was blonde and perpetuated a lot of the dumb blonde stereotypes. She might mix up words and take a while to get stuff - especially academic related stuff - but she always knew when Santana was staring at her. She also knew that Santana wasn’t a quiet girl - but was particularly quiet around her. She didn’t really get it.
Until tonight, when she felt Santana staring at her from across the room. She might never make it on the honour roll, but she knew something was definitely up with that girl.
So when Santana said, “Whatever” to her and walked to the bathroom, it only made sense that Brittany follow her.
The door to the bathroom began to close, but Brittany pushed it forward and closed it behind her when she got inside.
“Are you insane?” Santana shrieked.
“Just answer me,” Brittany said, leaning against the door. Whoa, the powder room was small on the first level. The two were standing in fairly close proximity and Santana felt flush from the heat of the party. Or maybe it was just that this girl was way too close into her comfort zone.
“I don’t not like you,” Santana finally admitted, “If I really didn’t like you, I’d egg your house or something.”
Brittany laughed, and at that reaction, Santana felt something stir in the pit of her stomach. She wasn’t quite sure what all this meant - but she knew herself enough to know it meant something.
“Well, I like you,” Brittany grinned and touched Santana’s arm - sending strange shivers through her body.
Yes, this girl made her nervous. And she didn’t really like that. She was Santana-fucking-Lopez - she ran shit! No one made her feel nervous.
“I really have to pee,” Santana pleaded, almost frightened.
“I think you’re really pretty,” Brittany began, ignoring her statement, “But I’m a little scared of you and you do make me kind of nervous…”
Santana sighed and closed her eyes, when she opened them up, all she could see was Brittany’s face. Now, maybe it was the lighting in that tiny little bathroom or maybe it was that she was standing so close to her, but this girl was gorgeous and Santana couldn’t even remember how to blink.
“Yeah, you make me nervous too,” Santana said in this small, honest voice that made Brittany tremble.
“I like your hair down,” Brittany’s hand toyed with the length of Santana’s hair by her shoulder.
“Thanks,” Santana swallowed carefully, getting really, really nervous.
Brittany was standing very close to her, and the blonde brought her other hand to her other shoulder - Santana became suddenly aware of their close proximity and intimate position; she bit her bottom lip.
Brittany wasn’t sure, but it appeared as though Santana was stifling a smile. It occurred to her that if she was at all freaked out, she would have bailed by now - but here she was, standing still, so close to her - and there was something in her face that asked her to stay - and possibly, even move in closer.
Without another word, Brittany closed the small gap between them and kissed Santana’s pouty lips. Santana froze, feeling every ounce of fear and dislike drain through her toes. She tingled.
Brittany smiled, pursed her lips and pressed her mouth against Santana’s again. This time, she felt slight pressure as she felt Santana purse and press her lips against her own - generating heat between the two of them.
“Mmm,” Brittany smiled, combing Santana’s hair back behind her ear with her fingers, “I knew we’d be friends.”
Santana couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her. The nervousness was gone and she boldly wrapped her arms around the taller girl’s neck and pulled her back, “Whatever.” She nodded, and Brittany kissed her again; and she kissed back like she meant it.
“So you do like me?” Brittany raised a brow.
Santana kissed her this time, “Let’s just not tell Quinn, k?”
“Whatever,” Brittany shook her head, twisted the girl around so she was pressed against the door - and kissed her hard.
So when Santana met Brittany, she didn’t like her - she really, really liked liked her.
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG
Summary: The first time they met, Santana didn't like Brittany. It's a total fluff piece, yo.
Spoilers: No spoilers.
Disclaimer: don’t own glee
Note: Dedicated to SulkyGeek :)
Here’s the thing: when Santana met Brittany for the first time, she didn’t like the blonde. That same moment, Brittany decided she’d tried to befriend Santana.
They were not friends right off the bat. In fact, the first September back in grade nine, when Santana walked into class, ten minutes after the bell - Brittany was in her seat. Yeah, it was their first year in high school - but anyone in that district knew that Santana liked the corner seat in the back.
That day, she had to sit a row up from the back. She passed a note to Quinn, who had attended the same feeder school as her: “Who’s the blonde in my seat?”
Quinn looked at her and shrugged. She was too preoccupied with passing notes with Finn to really deal with Santana’s narcissism and honestly didn’t care if some chick was sitting in a seat Santana hadn’t actually claimed yet at McKinnley High.
So Santana did what she thought was reasonable all first period while the teacher droned on and on about how high school would be a great experience for them - she glared at Brittany and attempted to make her feel as uncomfortable as possible.
After school, two days later, she saw that familiar blonde on the field at the Cheerio’s tryouts. Sue Sylvester made everyone say their name and do a trick.
When Brittany was up, she said her name and did some double back-something - three times and landed very nicely. Santana felt a jolt of jealous, and at that moment, decided to dislike her even more.
At the end of tryouts, Brittany came up to Santana and Quinn and introduced herself. “Mmm hmm,” Santana nodded and glared, “You’re the chick who scammed my spot in homeroom.”
“I didn’t know that seat was taken,” Brittany said, blinking twice in mild confusion.
“Hi, I’m Quinn. I liked your routine earlier,” Quinn smiled, “Santana and I were going to grab a soda, if you want to come too.”
“I actually have to babysit in half an hour - otherwise, I’d love to,” Brittany smiled back at the pretty, wholesome looking blonde, “But it was nice meeting you. See you in class.”
Quinn waved, before Santana smacked her. “Uh, ew,” Santana shrieked.
“What’s wrong with you? Are you ragging?” Quinn glared at her friend, “What? She’s nice. We could be friends with her.”
“That girl stole my seat,” Santana snarled.
“Yeah, but she’s pretty and she’s going to be a good Cheerio - and, y’know what? She has potential to be popular. Also, she had a cute skirt, Santana,” Quinn stated.
“I’m not going to be friends with her,” Santana crossed her arms, already changed and leaned against the doorframe waiting for Quinn.
“Whatever,” Quinn threw the last of her belongings in her bag before following Santana out the door.
Sure, Santana was a bitch and didn’t like most people - but people didn’t usually irritate her this much right off the bat. And no, she didn’t want to be friends with this random Brittany chick. And it really did piss her off that Quinn was being so nice to her - Quinn was bitchier than she was! But for whatever reason, Santana couldn’t help staring at this new girl and brainstorming reasons why she should hate her.
--
A few weeks into the school year, Quinn had befriended Brittany. The tall blonde girl was sitting with both Quinn and Santana at lunch and walked to classes with them. Santana seldom spoke to her, unless she was calling her out on something or pointing out something negative.
Quinn and Brittany ignored her behaviour for the most part, and went on with gossiping or modifying lists of the hottest guys in school each week.
“You and Finn are so cute,” Brittany gushed one day at lunch, after Quinn had read the transcript of their note from English class.
“I know, right?” Quinn giggled. Santana rolled her eyes and said nothing, sipping her bottle of water and checking her phone for any kind of activity.
“Are you going to invite him?” Brittany raised a brow.
“Invite him to what?” Santana asked, snapping her phone shut and paying attention to the conversation at the lunch table.
“My party on Friday. Wear those jeans you bought last week. Puck will be there…” Quinn winked at her brunette friend.
“Whatever,” Santana rolled her eyes.
“Ooh, you’re into Puck?” Brittany asked, smiling over at Santana.
“Whatever,” Santana responded, not looking at her.
“I’m sorry,” Brittany sighed. Finn had just walked into the cafeteria and gestured for Quinn to come by him so he could show her something. When she got up and left Brittany and Santana on their own, Brittany moved closer to Santana, “Can I ask you something?”
“What?” Santana gave some attitude and glared at the girl.
“Why do you hate me?” An awkward silence filled the room.
“Whatever.” Santana shrugged, her ‘whatever’ less biting than usual.
“We’ll try this again another time,” Brittany sighed.
“Yeah, whatever,” Santana got up, grabbed her shit, and walked away.
The truth was Santana didn’t really have a reason anymore not to like the girl. Quinn had been right - she was an asset to the Cheerios (she was trained in dance or something) and she did have popularity potential. Despite the fact she came from a different feeder school, she was well-received by the high school population. And to Santana, status mattered, which is why she tolerated her being around.
But whenever Brittany was around, Santana felt nervous - and Santana Lopez never got her nervous on. Not even the senior football players hitting on her made her feel nervous - she could quip up something nasty to say in retort easily.
The weird thing about Brittany too was that Santana, while disliking her and everything, could never think of the right thing to say to her anyway. Like, not only could she not diss her properly, she couldn’t even respond to her during conversation half the time. She more or less answered everything with “whatever”.
There was just something about this tall blonde girl that made Santana feel a certain way - a feeling she wasn’t familiar with - which she decided must be dislike. Well, it makes sense, right?
--
Friday night, around 8PM, Quinn’s house was filled with everyone who mattered at McKinnley high. Her parents were on a hunting expedition for the weekend and her party was wicked.
A few people managed to score booze via their older siblings and/or waiting outside the beer store looking depressed.
Two bottles into the night, Brittany went over to sit on the couch with Santana. The Latina girl was giggling and riding on a good buzz, before the blonde came to sit beside her. All of a sudden, aware of Brittany’s presence, she froze and felt nervous again - which seldom happened to her when she had booze in her system.
“Do you still have your hate on, Santana?” Brittany smiled, offering her bottle top for a cheers.
Santana clinked it with her politely, “I don’t hate you.”
“But you don’t like me,” Brittany frowned.
Santana shrugged. She really didn’t have any kind of reason to dislike the girl. In fact, she acknowledged Brittany’s constant efforts. Brittany was actually pretty, funny and really, really good at athletics. She secretly respected her. Despite her constantly trying to find annoying things about Brittany, the truth was - the girl didn’t irritate her in the slightest.
But she didn’t want to be friends with her. There was something annoying about that in itself.
Now, Brittany was great at some stuff - but there was no denying she was blonde and perpetuated a lot of the dumb blonde stereotypes. She might mix up words and take a while to get stuff - especially academic related stuff - but she always knew when Santana was staring at her. She also knew that Santana wasn’t a quiet girl - but was particularly quiet around her. She didn’t really get it.
Until tonight, when she felt Santana staring at her from across the room. She might never make it on the honour roll, but she knew something was definitely up with that girl.
So when Santana said, “Whatever” to her and walked to the bathroom, it only made sense that Brittany follow her.
The door to the bathroom began to close, but Brittany pushed it forward and closed it behind her when she got inside.
“Are you insane?” Santana shrieked.
“Just answer me,” Brittany said, leaning against the door. Whoa, the powder room was small on the first level. The two were standing in fairly close proximity and Santana felt flush from the heat of the party. Or maybe it was just that this girl was way too close into her comfort zone.
“I don’t not like you,” Santana finally admitted, “If I really didn’t like you, I’d egg your house or something.”
Brittany laughed, and at that reaction, Santana felt something stir in the pit of her stomach. She wasn’t quite sure what all this meant - but she knew herself enough to know it meant something.
“Well, I like you,” Brittany grinned and touched Santana’s arm - sending strange shivers through her body.
Yes, this girl made her nervous. And she didn’t really like that. She was Santana-fucking-Lopez - she ran shit! No one made her feel nervous.
“I really have to pee,” Santana pleaded, almost frightened.
“I think you’re really pretty,” Brittany began, ignoring her statement, “But I’m a little scared of you and you do make me kind of nervous…”
Santana sighed and closed her eyes, when she opened them up, all she could see was Brittany’s face. Now, maybe it was the lighting in that tiny little bathroom or maybe it was that she was standing so close to her, but this girl was gorgeous and Santana couldn’t even remember how to blink.
“Yeah, you make me nervous too,” Santana said in this small, honest voice that made Brittany tremble.
“I like your hair down,” Brittany’s hand toyed with the length of Santana’s hair by her shoulder.
“Thanks,” Santana swallowed carefully, getting really, really nervous.
Brittany was standing very close to her, and the blonde brought her other hand to her other shoulder - Santana became suddenly aware of their close proximity and intimate position; she bit her bottom lip.
Brittany wasn’t sure, but it appeared as though Santana was stifling a smile. It occurred to her that if she was at all freaked out, she would have bailed by now - but here she was, standing still, so close to her - and there was something in her face that asked her to stay - and possibly, even move in closer.
Without another word, Brittany closed the small gap between them and kissed Santana’s pouty lips. Santana froze, feeling every ounce of fear and dislike drain through her toes. She tingled.
Brittany smiled, pursed her lips and pressed her mouth against Santana’s again. This time, she felt slight pressure as she felt Santana purse and press her lips against her own - generating heat between the two of them.
“Mmm,” Brittany smiled, combing Santana’s hair back behind her ear with her fingers, “I knew we’d be friends.”
Santana couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her. The nervousness was gone and she boldly wrapped her arms around the taller girl’s neck and pulled her back, “Whatever.” She nodded, and Brittany kissed her again; and she kissed back like she meant it.
“So you do like me?” Brittany raised a brow.
Santana kissed her this time, “Let’s just not tell Quinn, k?”
“Whatever,” Brittany shook her head, twisted the girl around so she was pressed against the door - and kissed her hard.
So when Santana met Brittany, she didn’t like her - she really, really liked liked her.