Title: Teammates
Pairing: Brittany/ Santana
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Glee/ Final Fantasy VIII - Crossover; Brittana and the gang are cadets at Balamb Garden. They have RPG stats, too xD Pure fun/fluff. I promise to include Chocobos in at least one future chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Final Fantasy. Also I'd like to apologize to my 17 year old self who's hanging out in the past playing FF VIII and surely wouldn't approve of this.
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Chapter 1: Introductions
"Attention students of Balamb Garden!"
Principal Cid's voice rang loudly through the halls of their flying home and Santana abruptly sat up straight in her bed. It was time.
"The results of this year's Seed tests are out! Check the message board to see if you made it on the list. Remember that all students whose name will be displayed will receive a Guardian Force during next week's practice. I repeat: the results of this year's Seed test can be found on the message boards now! Good Luck."
Santana hated to be rated. Last year hadn't gone so well and she was definitely sick of training and theory. She was more than ready to slash some real creatures and earn some cash.
"What's up? What did Principal Cid say?" A yawning Brittany tugged eagerly on Santana's top from behind. Santana sighed in frustration as she tried to stretch her arms and felt her neck hurt. The bed was small enough. She seriously wondered why she would let Brittany stay over night after night, just because the blonde pouted. Well, ok, there she had her answer: the blonde pouted. Without turning around to face the girl lying next to her she stated:
"Evaluations are out. Get dressed."
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"San, I'm so nervous. What if I failed?"
As they were walking along the halls more and more students came practically running out their dorm rooms. Some even hadn't bothered to get dressed properly. Especially some of the boys apparently thought that shorts were an appropriate outfit for this special occasion. Santana decided she looked awesome in her black tight uniform, including heavy black boots. It was chaste, it was designed to fit her perfectly, it made her look dangerous, it was perfect. The only hint of color on her was a red brooch on the left side of her leather jacket: A dragon. Brittany had given it to her for her last birthday and despite the fact that Santana hated birthdays and gifts, she liked the dragon. It was a symbol of strength; also it was a gift from Brittany.
"It's not about failing, Britt. It's just about being hired."
It escaped her how this friendship had come into existence. The girly, normally chirpy blonde was the direct opposite of Santana: dreamy, lively, goofy, cute, kind to everyone; not someone Santana would normally hang out with (not that Santana used to hang out with anyone, but still, hypothetically). All of a sudden, Brittany had just been there. And now she just was there and for a reason, which also escaped the Latina, that was exactly where Santana wanted her to be.
The blonde clutched Santana's left arm and whined:
"But Saaaan, I need a job and I need to start training with my G.F.! You know how important that is to me!"
It was, in fact, equally important to both of them. If the teachers didn't think you were ready for a G.F. you couldn't be assigned to a team. If you weren't assigned to a team then you wouldn't be hired for jobs. If you weren't hired for jobs you were of no value to the Garden. If you were of no value to the Garden, well, then you were out. Out as in 'homeless'.
"I'm sure you did well, Britt." Santana commented absent mindedly. She could make out Puck and Quinn a few meters ahead. Unlike Santana the two had joined the Garden voluntarily just a year ago. It bothered her quite a lot that they, especially Quinn, had already made it this far.
As they approached the end of the corridor she dragged Brittany by her hand through the crowd that had already formed. She wanted to be closer to the digital message board when their results would be displayed.
She only had to ram her elbow into approximately five rib cages, stomp on only about seven feet and curse at only about three people for accidentally bumping into Brittany before they reached Puck.
"Hey Puckerman, care to make some space for us?" she yelled over.
The tall guy had his eyes fixed on the monitor, but waved at them, roughly shoving two other guys to the side so Santana and Brittany could stand next to him.
"If my name doesn't appear on there I'm screwed." Some random student had vocalized what many of them were thinking.
Then the halls fell silent as the first name appeared on the screen:
Rachel Berry:
Age: 17
Class: White Mage/ Spellsinger
Weapon: Spells
GF: Siren (has the skill to silence others)
Low Strength
Low Defense
High Agility
High Intelligence
Profile:
Has a tendency to talk too much, which often gets her into fights with her classmates. She's one of the kindest people you'll ever meet, though, and will do almost everything to keep the team together.
Rachel is extremely fast and just as weak. She doesn't have any attacking skills, but focuses exclusively on support and healing spells instead, providing the group with shields, antidotes and other medical help. What makes her unique in comparison to other mages is that Rachel's voice uses a frequency that transports her spells over such a high distance she doesn't even need to be in the battle for her magic to work. No matter where she is, she will be heard. If you decide to send her in, though, make sure to place a guard in front of her.
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A girly voice shrieked and then cheered. Everyone else stayed silent.
"Yea, congrats on being extraordinary loud." Santana grunted. But there wasn't any time for real insults.
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Noah Puckerman:
Age: 18
Class: Berserker
Weapon: Fists/ Knuckles
GF: Cerberus
High Strength
Medium Defense
Medium Agility
Low Intelligence
Profile:
This boy is made of win. He has a bad temper, but a kind heart. Protecting others comes naturally to him, but you should never ever lend him your belongings. You will never get them back.
Puck doesn't rely on weapons, but prefers close up fights instead. He's super strong and usually doesn't care to dodge attacks. He simply counters every blow.
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"Freaking hell! YES!" Puck shouted and turned to high five Santana, just to be shut down with an angry glare.
"Forget it, punk, not as long as Britts and I aren't safe." He nodded and shut it.
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Finn Hudson:
Age: 18
Class: Guard
Weapon: Axe
GF: Ifrit (Fire demon)
High Strength
High Defense
Low Agility
Low Intelligence
Profile:
Like any typical guard, Finn's tall and extremely strong. He can withstand almost any blow and shake off almost any strike that hits him. He is, however, not very intelligent and extremely slow, which makes him weak against magic attacks and for at least two girls in Balamb.
In battle, always send him out as a shield for a mage or a healer. That way they can benefit from each other by compensating each other's weaknesses.
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A brunette giant approached from behind with a smirk on his face. He and Puck fist bumped and Santana was about to vomit.
"Yea, good luck on your cheesy love triangle, loser." she hissed through clenched teeth. Then she felt Brittany's grip on her arm tighten and focused back on the screen.
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Brittany S. Pierce:
Age: 17
Class: Thief
Weapon: Grenades
GF: Carbuncle (Summons barrier against physical and magical damage)
High strength
Low defense
High agility
Low intelligence
Profile:
Not the brightest bulb, but extremely fast.
Brittany might not pass her classes with flying colors, but she's talented when working with her hands. Never try and explain to her anything that sounds like physics (nor any other science), but throw her a couple of random items and she'll definitely put them together to build some sort of deadly yet easy to throw weapon.
She has very low defense and once wounded you can most certainly consider her out of the battle. Fortunately for her she can dodge almost anything.
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"Yay, Brittany!" Santana heard herself shout as she hugged the blonde bundle to her side tightly, before remembering herself. "Congrats, Britt. I told you, you could do it!" Quickly looking around if anyone had witnessed her emotional outburst she symbolically straightened her uniform.
Then she saw Brittany's face, which was everything but cheery. There were actually tears threatening to spill over. "Britt, what's up?" She couldn't believe her eyes.
"I couldn't read so fast." the blonde almost whispered. "Did I do good?"
"Oh my god, yes, yes, you did amazing." Brittany's face lit up to a radiant smile and Santana almost forgot that her name hadn't been listed, yet.
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Quinn Fabray:
Age: 18
Class: Black Mage
Weapon: Spells
GF: Shiva (Freezes the enemy)
Low strength
Medium defense
Medium agility
High intelligence
Profile:
A fast learner, but tends to over-think situations.
Quinn's physical strength is almost non-existent. Of course, she doesn't depend on that. Instead she likes to weaken her enemies by poisoning them, or by simply draining their stamina, just to strike with thunderbolts, blizzards or earthquakes afterwards. She plays fair and is usually a laid back character. Just make sure not to upset her; highly intelligent.
She comes across as pessimistic, but should be listened to nonetheless. Her advice is almost never a bad one.
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Santana's palms became sweaty as she glanced over to where Quinn was standing. The short haired blonde didn't cheer, she didn't even say anything. Her eyes were still trained on the screen and there was a calm satisfied small smile on her face. She wasn't to be underestimated.
"I'm sure your name will be next." Brittany told Santana despite the fact that she wasn't paying attention. "You are always so good in all the courses and you are smart and that's why I love you and you are super strong and fast, too and…"
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Santana Lopez:
Age: 17
Class: Warrior
Weapon: Gunblade
GF: Bahamut (pure destruction by Mega - Flare)
Medium strength
Medium defense
Medium agility
Medium intelligence
Profile:
Skilled fighter; tends to overreact and has a weakness for a certain blonde.
When challenged, Santana's stubborn temper comes in handy as she seems to be able to overcome almost all obstacles with sheer willpower. This fact easily compensates for her rather mediocore stats. Never get in this girl's way. She has goals. She intends to achieve them. And she is used to getting what she wants. Don't underestimate her. She's as fierce and as dangerous as she looks. Santana definitely has lead-potential once she manages to pull herself together.
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"Seeeeeeeeeee?" Brittany beamed and hugged the Latina so tight she thought her bones would break and crush her organs.
Santana squinted her eyes. She didn't see that she made it. She didn't see that this was her ticket to her new future. All she saw were critical statements:
"Stubborn? Mediocore? What the hell are they talking about? Over-reacting? I'm going to go all Lima…" She was stopped by another statement that caught her attention: "Lead potential. Now that is interesting. Huh."
She eventually high- fived Puck, sent a last vicious glare over to where she thought Quinn was standing and stormed off, a now very happy Brittany still attached to her arm. She didn't care about anyone else who might have made it on the list.
"Lead potential, huh." She repeated as they were making their way back to her room. That was something she could definitely work with.
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"Do you know what that sentence meant?"
Drawn out of her daydream of lead potential into a conversation with her friend, Santana could not even guess what Brittany was talking about.
"What sentence?"
Brittany was fumbling with one corner of a pillow she was hugging. Was she nervous?
"That you have a weakness for 'a certain blonde'. I mean do you know who that is?"
Santana kept her eyes from popping open as if someone had kicked open the bathroom door and gulped. Yea, the message board had indeed said something like that. Brittany wasn't a fast reader, but she was absolutely capable of filtering out important information (well, important for her, that is). Damnation.
"Uh…oh…" she stuttered and felt her face turn crimson.
"It's ok if you like Quinn, you know. She's cool." Brittany didn't stop fumbling with her pillow.
"NO!" At least Santana had a definite response to that suggestion. "No I don't like Quinn. Britt, seriously I have no idea what that sentence meant."
"Oh." Brittany, who was indeed Santana's weakness, patted the space on the mattress next to her.
As Santana lay down and lifted her arm so Brittany could curl into her side she resumed thinking about how awesome it would be to one day lead her own team, or maybe even teach a class, or perhaps become principal. Slowly she began drifting off into a dreamless sleep. There was now something else echoing in her head, though; something she hadn't even noticed when Brittany had said it just half an hour ago:
"…and that's why I love you…"
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Chapter 2: Cards