For You Are The Sun (Part 1)
Title: For You Are the Sun
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: R
Summary: AU. Based on Romeo and Juliet. For Santana, all she wants to do is get back at the popular kids for making her life hell ever since she fell out of the popular crowd. But when Brittany enters stage right, it turns out revenge isn't so sweet or easy.
You were either popular or you were a bottom feeder. Either you belonged to the preps, jocks, or Cheerios or you belonged with the trash in the dumpsters. Santana Lopez had, once upon a time, been one of the top dogs. The top dog to be exact. Her fall from grace was anything but gradual. She was a great cheerleader, popular with the boys and had leadership qualities that Sue Sylvester even admired. Talk circulated about this upstart freshman who looked to be making head Cheerio by her sophomore year. There was only one vice.
She liked kissing girls. And hell was she subtle about taking them up against the lockers after practice. It was fine at first. She was too powerful to be touched. But then Rachel fucking Berry somehow convinced her to join glee club. Santana did it to get into Quinn Fabray's pants, she'd always had a thing for blonds and Quinn was as hot as you were going to get among the unpopular crowd. But it turned out to be the beginning of the end for top dog Santana Lopez. She tried to keep it quiet, well, not really given that Quinn was into screaming Santana's name at the top of her lungs during their trysts against the piano but she tried to keep it to after school sessions only. Still, when you sleep with someone like Quinn “I think I broke that window with my voice” Fabray, it was bound to get out. As soon as it slipped that the queen was consorting with the peasants, every cheer bitch this side of Ohio was vying for the crown. For Santana, the descent began with a call to Sue Sylvester's office.
“I hear you've joined the gay squad and abandoned your own. I need a cheerleader who does tricks, not other cheerleaders. Now, I've overlooked your sapphic tendencies because you had status and you mostly stuck to girls too scared to admit they've slept with another female. Now, I say 'had status' because judging by the mob with pitch forks outside my office, the rebellion's begun. I'm going to have to ask you to turn in your uniform.” Santana sat quietly for a moment while Sue's gaze bore holes into her head. She set her jaw, smiled sweetly at Sue and got up. Without saying anything more, she stripped in Sue's office right down to her underwear and bra. Sue watched on, her face not betraying any emotion as Santana unceremoniously dumped the uniform on her desk and walked out. The crowd outside parted, mostly comprised of Cheerios and football jocks who had heard that she was stripping in the office. She gave them all the middle finger and walked away.
Santana got detention for a week after that incident and had a slushie facial everyday from everyone who held a grudge against her. The last count was something like 26 and Santana made sure to memorize every face of every popular kid who laughed at her. She also got ambushed in the parking lot and thrown into a dumpster. There she rummaged around for something hard, found a glass bottle and chucked it at the boys who had done the deed. She managed to nail one of them in the head who then proceeded to turn around and shut the cover on her.
So she had lost her status, big deal. It was fine by her, especially since now she could fuck Quinn any time she wanted, during class, between class, after class. The blond was a good lay, a good friends with benefits pick. Quinn wasn't willing to get emotionally attached. Great, Santana thought, my kind of girl. And she found her sarcasm and wit just as biting as her own.
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Santana Lopez went from head cheerleader candidate to Gleek all in one year. When sophomore year rolled around, Santana was more than willing to exact revenge on her enemies. The opportunity presented itself when Quinn caught word of an initiation party for the new Cheerios.
“All of the jocks and cheerbitches are going to be there.” Quinn whispered, leaning against the locker next to Santana's. “It's going to be in the gym. I'm thinking...stink bombs?” Santana thought about it for a moment while she shoved her binders into the locker.
“Problem. We look like us.” Santana replied. “Tell me you've got something more.”
“Everyone will be wearing masks except the newbies. All we need to do is steal some uniforms and we're in.” Santana smiled evilly.
“Sounds like fun. I know exactly where to get uniforms.”
One of the glee members, Artie, wasn't particularly talented from the waist down. It was kind of hard to be when he was in a wheel chair and not just for the hell of it. But his upper half was quite dexterous as Santana found when she saw him break into his own house after being locked out. Santana knew where the uniforms were kept and Artie knew how to pick locks. Together they made the perfect team.
“Throw one right at Karofsky for me.” Artie said as the lock clicked open. Santana smiled promisingly and he wheeled away. She slipped in and went over to the giant cabinet where all the spare uniforms and equipment were held. She opened it and found a few uniforms, including her old one (she recognized it from the coffee stain on the inside of the skirt that resulted from Quinn knocking over her mug while Santana was grinding her knee into her...story for another time). Just as she touched them, she heard voices down the hall and recognized them as two girls from the squad.
“Shit!” She hissed. Without thinking too much about it, she jumped into the cabinet and shut it tight. The two girls entered the room, gossiping.
“God, Sue is all over that new Dutch girl. It's gross. Just because she was a ranked dancer, doesn't mean she's better than us.”
“I know. And she's always smiling like an idiot. I bet she's got some sort of mental disorder or something. I can't wait to haze her tonight. That'll teach her where she belongs.” The second girl said. Santana held her breath as they neared the cabinet. She knew what the hazing involved. It involved slushie facials and a can of garbage dumped over their heads.
“This is the last time you'll ever experience this.” The girls would say. “As long as you stay in our good graces.” Santana remembered how steaming mad she had been. She wanted to take the rotting banana peal hanging off her shoulder and shove it up their tight asses.
But now, as blood pumped through her veins so hard she felt like they could explode, she didn't want to get caught. She slowly pulled out her cellphone and texted as quietly as she could manage. Beads of sweat gathered at her brow. She hit the send button and prayed to God the recipient would get it in time. The two girls chatted some more (why won't they leave?! Santana thought desperately.)
“So what were we looking for?” One girl finally asked.
“Pom poms!” The other girl responded. Santana looked down at her feet where several extra sets lay. Shit. She heard a hand touch the handle and she closed her eyes, preparing herself for the worst.
“Ladies! In my office, now!” Sue Sylvester's voice rang into the room. The hand sharply retracted and the two girls scampered off with a,
“Yes Coach!” Santana peeked out of the grating. Another hand touched the cabinet.
“You've got a lot of explaining to do.” Sue Sylvester's voice said. The locker opened and Quinn stood there, smirking.
“You're a freak.” Santana said, smiling with relief.
“Yeah, but I just saved your ass.” Quinn replied.
“Just promise me you'll never use that voice when we're going at it.” Santana said, grabbing the uniforms.
“Oh, Santana!” Quinn mocked, using the coach's voice. Santana looked like she was going to throw up.
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The night of the initiation, Quinn and Santana got masks. Quinn opted for a harlequin full face mask but Santana opted for a turquoise half mask.
“They'll be too drunk anyway.” Santana argued when Quinn told her they would recognize her. The two sat in Santana's living room preparing the stink bombs.
“Whatever. If you get caught, I'm totally bailing on you.” Quinn replied.
“Charming.” Santana sneered. When everything was ready, the two began the trek over to the school, stink bombs in a dufflebag. The gym was an odd place, with only one unlocked door. The door to the outside had been bolted for the night. The only open door led out into the hallway and Santana found out with a smile that it was easily jammed shut with a broom. They stored the stink bombs in their locker and went into the gym. There were at least fifty people and ten weren’t wearing masks. Ten newbies. Santana grinned. This was going to be epic.
“This is amazing.” Santana whispered. The two went over to the punch bowl and helped themselves to a cup of spiked juice.
“Cheers.” Quinn said. “To not getting caught.”
“To not getting caught.” The two downed their drinks in one gulp and Quinn choked a little. Santana smiled.
“Too much for you?”
“Went down the wrong pipe.” Quinn defended. Santana smiled and scanned the room, looking for Karofsky to make good on her promise to Artie. What she saw was a blond sitting all the way on the other side of the gym in the bleachers, one hand holding a solo cup. She looked lost despite the fact that she wore a Cheerios uniform. Santana squinted to get a better look at the girl. She had an innocent beauty about her and none of the bitchy aura that all the other girls exuded. It drew Santana in until all she could see was the girl, looking into her cup and then back out, biting her lip nervously.
“What are you looking at?” Quinn asked, noticing her far away gaze.
“Who is that?” Santana asked, eyes glinting dangerously. Quinn followed her line of sight.
“Who is...oh no. No fucking way, Santana. Intervention!” Quinn grabbed her arm and pulled her into a corner.
“What?!” Santana demanded, furious that she had been pulled away from looking at the girl.
“I’ve seen that look before.” Quinn hissed.
“What look?”
“You’re a wolf, she’s Little Red. It’s the same look you gave me before you took me in that chair the first time we did it.”
“Ok, so what’s the problem?”
“She’s Sue Sylvester’s pride and joy. Sue did some crazy shit to get that girl transferred. That girl is a nationally ranked dancer and gymnast. You fucking breathe on her and everyone in this room will be on your ass as if you were a gay man in a gay bar.”
“Cute.” Santana sneered. “Q, those legs go on for miles. Could you imagine them wrapped around your waist?” Quinn grabbed her shirt and pulled her in so that their noses were touching. Her eyes were deadly serious and Santana could see the murderous intent.
“We came here to get even. Do not jeopardize this for a fucking girl. Pretty soon, she’ll be one of these cheer bitches. She’ll be our enemy, Santana.” Santana knocked her hand away.
“Alright! Chill, let’s do this thing.” She replied. Quinn frowned and nodded. The two snuck out, passing two jocks carrying a trash can and slushies in preparation. Santana grabbed her four cans and Quinn grabbed hers. They snatched two brooms and went back to the gym. Everyone was shouting and hooting, getting ready for the hazing. Santana and Quinn looked at each other. They shared a silent understanding. Once they did this, there was no going back.
“One...two...” Santana started.
“Three!” They let the stink bombs sail through the air, scattering all over the gym. In total, ten were released. One hit Karofsky in the head and Santana pumped her fist in the air.
“That’s for Artie, you moron!” She shouted. It took a moment for the people to realize what was happening and by then, the doors had shut and were locked with the brooms. Santana and Quinn ran down the hall, laughing and whooping at their success. They whipped off their masks, jumping through the air.
“Fuck yeah!” Santana yelled. Behind them, the frantic rattling of the door signaled their success.
“Did you see Karofsky’s face?!” Quinn gasped, laughing too hard to breathe.
“He looked like a moron! I can’t believe we pulled that off!” But Santana rounded the corner and slammed straight into another body.
“Ow, shit!” Santana cursed. When she looked up, her eyes widened. “Oh, shit.” She stared straight into the sparkling, curious blue eyes of the nationally ranked dancer. Quinn froze in place and she contemplated running for it. The girl stood up and offered a hand to Santana.
“I’m sorry.” She apologized. Santana took her hand and the blond pulled her up. “Are you ok?” Santana nodded dumbly and couldn’t stop herself from looking at her lips. They were full, pink and so very kissable. The three stood in the hallway awkwardly.
“Um...are you guys Cheerios?” The blond dancer asked, looking at their uniforms.
“No.” Quinn replied.
“Yes.” Santana said at the same time. They looked at each other.
“I mean no.” Santana corrected.
“Yes.” Quinn lied. “Fuck, Santana, shut up.”
“I take it that’s a no.” The other girl noted.
“We are so dead.” Quinn groaned. Santana said nothing. She went back to looking the girl up and down. Her skin was pale and smooth and Santana wanted to reach out and brush her fingertips against her arm. She licked her lips hungrily. Ok, maybe she was a wolf.
“What’s going on back there?” The dancer asked, noticing the shouting and banging.
“Nothing.” Quinn said quickly.
“You don’t want to go back there.” Santana assured her. Suddenly, there was a loud crash and the sound of wood snapping.
“Shit! They’re free!” Quinn hissed. “We’ve gotta run!” Quinn bolted. Santana stuck out her hand.
“I’m Santana.”
“Brittany.” The blond said sceptically.
“I’ll see you around.” Santana purred and dashed after Quinn. Brittany stood alone, eyes following the two girls as they burst through the doors to the parking lot. Some football jocks ran up to her. They smelled horrible and Brittany forced down a gag.
“Did you see anyone?” Brittany pointed in the opposite direction and they ran off. This school was so much more interesting than her previous one.
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