A/N: Pretty much a reverse of my story 'Teenage Dream' Brittany is the Nerd and Santana is the cheerleader.
May or may not be a two-shot, you'll see what I mean in the end (: For now I'll say one-shot.
Named after One Wish by Ray J
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Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, but I do own one damn itchy tattoo. Healing process is taking ages!
Among the crowded, loud halls of McKinley High a tall blonde student clumsily stumbled between the bodies and dropped all the books in her hands. The students laughed at the girl's misfortune and refused to help as she tried to desperately gather all her equipment back into her arms. She pushed her black, thick rimmed glasses and stood up straight before slinking away to the library.
Hey, did you see that student there? Yep, the girl who dropped her books? That was me, Brittany S. Pierce. I'm a class A nerd and turns out it gets you no respect at all at this school, but I couldn't care less. I'm happy being in the background, no one bothers me too much. Well that all changed when she started taking notice of me.
Brittany took a seat in the corner of the library and pulled out all her reading material for her next class. She had a study period and intended to fully use it, unlike her other fellow classmates who used the spare period to fool around. With her books open and pen ready in hand she began speeding through all the questions without a break in concentration that was, until she heard voices.
"Who's next on your list Lopez?" Puck's manly voice floated through the book cases.
"I don't know, I'll just let it happen." A low, husky voice answered.
Brittany didn't dwell any further into their conversation and returned her attention to her work. She had no time to worry about Noah Puckerman and Santana Lopez were doing.
Another day, another lunch period by herself, Brittany thought as she put her books away into her locker. Growing up she always found it hard to make friends. Often people could never follow her train of thought and gave up on conversing with the nerd. She came to accept that she wasn't meant to have friends and that was okay. She surveyed the halls, watching the Jocks ridicule and bully every student they deemed unpopular which was ninety-five per cent of the school's population. She watched as the Cheerios demanded attention and created a path as they strut down the halls with their red and white uniforms.
She looked on as the Glee club members were slushied by the jocks and laughed at by the Cheerios. Her eyes then fell on Rachel Berry, the self-proclaimed leader and top talent of the New Directions. An unknown Cheerio approached the diva with a cup full of ice, cold slushy, ready to fire on demand. As the cheerleader retracted her arms, the resident bad boy stepped in front of the smaller diva and stared down at the cheerleader and jocks behind her.
This stopped the girl from firing and took a step back before retreating towards the jocks and Cheerios.
"Thanks Noah." Brittany heard Rachel say to the bad boy.
"Anytime babe." He answered and leant forward to give her a not so innocent kiss.
Brittany stared as the two opposites made out in the middle of the school halls. She watched as they continued to kiss, obviously with Puck trying his best to control himself. She wondered what it'd be like to kiss someone like that. Of course having no friends meant that she hadn't experienced dating, let alone had her first kiss.
She continued to watch even when the two were broken up by the head cheerleader, Santana Lopez.
"Stop eating each other's faces. I don't want that image ingrained before lunch." Santana teased when she joined the two. Her eyes then caught sight of curious eyes hidden by conservative black, rimmed glasses. The minute she caught sight of the deep blue eyes, the owner looked away and continued stuffing her locker.
"What do you think about that girl?" Santana asked Puck.
He turned around and stared at the girl, wondering if he'd seen her around, "Who's that?" He asked when he realised he didn't know her.
"Oh, that's Brittany, Brittany Pierce." Rachel informed when she noticed they were looking at the quiet nerd, "She's on Braniacs with Artie, Tina and Mike. Apparently she's a gun at cat diseases but she's really smart in general. She's in my AP chemistry class and I swear she could do that class in her sleep. Though she really has no friends, it's because it's hard to keep up with her in conversation. "
"Is that so?" Santana said suddenly intrigued about Brittany.
"Yeah anyway, thank you for that Noah. I guess it helps that I'm dating the cutest guy at McKinley." Rachel giggled and leant up to kiss her boyfriend.
"Studliest guy babe." As Rachel turned around, Puck gave her ass a small slap and gave her a wink when she turned around.
Santana just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms at the two's public display of affection. She never could understand what Puck saw in Rachel but she just figured it was just because Rachel was the type of girl, Puck's mom would approve of. Though she couldn't say anything, here she was McKinley's head cheerleader who chose to hang out with the school's bad boy, rather than the other cheerleaders and jocks.
"There's something different about this girl." Santana smirked at her friend as they walked away with her eyes on the blonde nerd.
The bell rang and students began trickling slowly into the physics class, dreading the upcoming lesson. Brittany however walked in casually and ready to take on the lesson with full force. She sat in her usual spot in the middle row next to the window and began to unpack her bag. Satisfied that her desk was clean and ready she took off her glasses and began cleaning them before class started.
She flinched in her spot when she heard the chair next to her scrape against the ground. Her eyes naturally fell on a tanned hand and trailed up to see the last person she expected to sit next to her. Santana Lopez, McKinley's head cheerleader, bad ass and sexiest girl. Quite frankly she felt a little intimidated by the girl next to her. Santana was dressed in a black leather jacket, red tank top, dark blue skinny legged jeans and black boots. The way she exuded confidence had Brittany staring intently at the girl with curious eyes, wondering why the girl was sitting next to her. She also wondered why the head cheerleader wasn't in uniform either.
Santana sat down wordlessly and smiled at Brittany, who could only eye her suspiciously. The pair sat in silence, with Brittany being the only one listening to the teacher whilst the girl next to her found it more amusing to scribble pictures on her page.
When the teacher finished speaking they allowed the students time to finish off the questions until the end of the lesson. Santana found this the perfect opportunity to talk to Brittany, so she shuffled her chair towards the quiet nerd and leant over.
"Hey, could I get some help?" Santana whispered.
Brittany lifted her head up nervously and gulped, had Santana Lopez really spoken to her? The same girl who was notorious for sleeping around and breaking girls' hearts was talking to her, Brittany S. Pierce, McKinley's biggest geek.
"Uh, why me?" She asked nervously.
"Because Brittany." Santana placed a hand on the nervous girl's lap and gave it a squeeze, "I heard you were the smartest girl here, so I figured you might be able to help me." She let out a sly smirk when she noticed the perspiration on her victim's forehead.
"Y-you had all year to ask me…"
Santana had to do a double take and prevent her jaw from dropping. No one had ever denied her or question her motives. Usually they'd just turn to putty in her hands, ready to do as she asked.
"I just told you. It's because you're the smartest one around."
"W-what do you need help with?"
"How do I find force?" Santana asked with faux confusion.
"Oh." Brittany looked down at Santana's page and saw that there were only random drawings of who knows what on the paper. "Well. All you have to do is plug in the values into this formula 'F' equals 'MA'. F is the force and 'MA' is mass multiplied by acceleration."
"Oh, but there's a frictional force as well?" Santana said in her attempt to sound confused and lost.
"That's simple, to find the net force it's just the result from the F equals MA equation and then minus the frictional force from that, simple."
"Thanks, that makes it so much sense.' Santana feigned thankfulness. Her hand found it's way back onto a pale thigh and she gave it a squeeze as thanks. "So, do you think you could come over to my place and help me some more?"
Brittany swallowed the nervous lump that had formed in her throat and looked everywhere but at Santana. She tried her best formulate a sentence as a response and prayed for something to save her. It seemed like her prayers were answered when the school bell rang, giving her the perfect escape.
"I got to go." Brittany mumbled and quickly packed up her things and ran out the door, leaving Santana dumbstruck in her seat.
"What the hell?"
Brittany bounced on the balls of her feet as she waited for her parents to pick her up. Even though she was bright in every subject and achieved straight A's, driving was something that she couldn't do. She already failed the test twice and decided that she'd wait until she was a little older before attempting it for a third time.
She let out a yawn when the sound of an obnoxiously loud engine ripped through the silence. Her gaze fell upon a sleek, black car stopping just right in front of her. The engine shut off and none other than Santana bad ass Lopez stepped out.
"Hey Pierce." Santana greeted in her smooth, raspy voice, "Waitin' on someone?"
"I-I-uh." Brittany stammered and looked around nervously.
"Come on, I'll take you home."
"Um…" Before she could formulate an excuse, sentence or word her phone began ringing. "I have to get this." She said quietly.
"Hey mom." Brittany answered, "Oh, ok. I'll just take the bus. That's ok, I'll see you when you get home."
"Parents can't pick you up?" Santana questioned.
The poor nerd could barely form a sentence so instead she just nodded her head as a response and gave a light shrug. She awkwardly turned away and began walking towards the direction of her house.
"Wait." Santana called after her. "Let me give you a lift home."
"U-uh…It's ok." She answered timidly.
"Nonsense, come on." Without giving the quiet nerd a chance to reply, Santana grabbed her hand and practically pulled her into the car.
The two buckled themselves in with of course Brittany taking a little longer than Santana since her hands were shaking nervously. To her it felt like she was in the desert with no signs of the temperature cooling anytime soon. Her palms were sweating and she could barely even click the seat belt in.
Santana could only laugh at Brittany's clumsiness and nervous behaviour as she drove out of the parking lot.
"So, I reckon we should hang out before I take you home. You know, it's the least you can do." Santana knew she had Brittany. There was no way the quiet girl in her car could refuse her now since she was doing her a favour.
"Great, let's get some coffee.' Santana practically answered for Brittany.
All Brittany could do was try and stop her body from involuntarily peeing. She was about to have coffee with the Santana Lopez.
The two were sitting awkwardly in silence at the Lima Bean after they ordered their coffees. Brittany kept her eyes fixed on the rising steam of her coffee as a way to avoid eye contact with the beautiful girl opposite her.
"Why are you so quiet Brittany?" Santana asked lightly.
"I-I…why, why are you being so nice to me?" Brittany asked, seemingly finding courage from within to ask the one question that's been bugging her.
"Why wouldn't I be Brittany?"
"You've had all year to talk to me…"
Santana's eyebrow rose in surprise. Normally it wouldn't have even taken any effort to get a girl to go out with her and in her bed, but here she was after practically kidnapping Brittany just so they could have coffee.
"You interest me Brittany."
The look in Santana's eyes told Brittany that the head cheerleader was sincere but also there was something else to it. Her eyes were squinting just the slightest almost as if she were scrutinising Brittany's eyes.
Taken aback by the question Brittany's jaw just dropped. Suddenly panicking she slid back in her seat and bolted out the door. She ran as quickly as she could back home.
Yep, I just ran out on Santana Lopez. Look at me go I could be an athlete, I could probably run track at the pace I'm going. Why am I running away from her, now she probably thinks I'm a bigger loser than I already am. Dammit Brittany why are you so scared, keep running-Oh, I'm home now.
Brittany took deep breathes as she hunched over at her front door. The next day at school was definitely going to be awkward.
Santana stood at her locker with a book in her hand ready to return it to its owner. She shot an intimidating glare to those who even dared to look at her. Her foot tapped an impatient beat as she waited for the owner of the book to return to their locker. The bell for class rung through the halls so she gave up and grumbled to herself.
In the distance Brittany peeked out from the corner of a row of lockers to make sure that Santana was no longer standing in the hallway. She crept towards her locker which was located a few metres away from the head cheerleader's.
When she arrived at school earlier that morning she had noticed that Santana was at her locker. Instead of getting her books she decided to hide behind the row of lockers and wait it out until she left, however the head cheerleader never left her post which was why Brittany found herself quickly grabbing her things before she missed her class entirely.
Luckily for her the first few classes she didn't share them with Santana but she was dreading the end of the day. She shared her last two classes with the head cheerleader and honestly, she was hoping something would come up so she wouldn't have to attend. After running out on her the day before she didn't know how things would turn out with Santana.
Not wanting to stress herself out anymore the nerd closed her locker and hurried towards her next class.
Thankfully Brittany had managed to avoid the head cheerleader throughout the day. She was still horribly embarrassed for running away from McKinley's most gorgeous girl. For someone who was intelligent she sure was dumb. A groan involuntarily escaped her lips as she thought back to the previous day. She began banging her head against the locker door and started to mumble incoherently.
"Been avoiding me all day?" Santana asked smugly as she appeared next to Brittany.
"Uh…" The poor embarrassed nerd was lost for words. How could Santana still be wanting to talk to her after she ran out? Was she there for revenge? Was Puck hiding around the corner ready to attack her with an ice cold cup of 'jokes on you bitch' slushy?
"I just wanted to talk. No one's going to attack you with a slushy." Santana chuckled. She noticed the look in Brittany's eyes, the sheer fear of getting hit by a slushy. The head cheerleader noticed Brittany's feet begin to move, it was now or never, she had to plant the seeds. "You're interesting Brittany and I like that. Meet me in the library after next class. I'll be waiting."
The way her breath hit Brittany's ear had the girl shaking in her spot, not from fear but from nerves. Her heart was beating rapidly and she swore she was suffering from a cardiac arrest. The way the head cheerleader's hand lingered a little longer on her arm had left burning sensation from the touch. Her senses were overloading from the touch and the way her smooth, raspy voice invaded her ears was all too much for her. Before she could even collect her thoughts Santana had already left.
After classes Brittany clutched her books tightly and wandered through the library. Although she knew the layout of the building like the back of her hand she wanted to put off meeting Santana, even if it was for a few minutes. The library was quiet because not many students liked to go there during their free periods. As she rounded the corner she could see the familiar red and white uniform with a leather jacket over it. Again she wondered why Santana never really had to abide by the Cheerios code of conduct when it came to the uniform. She halted her steps and contemplated pivoting and walking away, but before she could action that thought a hand had grabbed her wrist.
"Thinking of running away?" Santana smiled and pulled the quiet nerd towards the table she was sitting at previously.
"Why…don't you wear your uniform like the other girls?"
The head cheerleader smiled happily when Brittany showed no signs of running away, "I persuaded coach to let me break the rules a little because I would stand out as a leader and plus, leather jackets spell out bad ass." She led Brittany into her seat and smiled happily.
"That they do." Brittany unconsciously let slip out of her mouth.
"Mm so you think I'm a bad ass?" Santana smiled smugly and moved forward so that her face was a few inches away from Brittany's. She let out a breathy laugh and leant forward even more, "Don't think of running."
Brittany nervously gulped as the cheerleader in front of her continued to lean in even more. She was right, she really was thinking of running but what could she do? Santana had her hands gripping the sides of the chair and her body was in front of Brittany, blocking her only chance of escape.
"You're different Brittany." Santana whispered, "And I like that."
Slowly, inch by inch, the cheerleader moved in closer. In three seconds their lips would be touching.
The sound of a book falling to the ground caused Brittany to flinch in her spot and Santana to pull back, only by an inch and turned to the student who disturbed their moment. She glared menacingly at the dumbstruck student and growled until they ran away.
"Now where were we?" Santana smirked and returned her attention to Brittany who was still frozen in her spot. She began inching forward again until their lips were just millimetres away, "I like you Brittany." Her lips then connected softly against the nervous girl's pink lips.
"Why?" Brittany whispered lowly when their lips disconnected.
"Because, you don't let this school restrict who you are. What's not to admire?" Santana smirked inwardly when she noticed the blushing creeping up on Brittany's face, "Now don't get distracted. I'll see you after school." With that the head cheerleader leant forward and pressed her lips softly on the nerd's cheek.
Brittany watched as Santana sauntered away, "Wow."
The school's football field was the last place Brittany ever imagined herself being after school. She walked towards the bleachers and secretly watched Santana do her practise. Without her usual leather jacket, the head cheerleader looked exactly like the other Cheerios in their white and red uniform. They all moved in sync, doing stunts and pulling off dance moves as an entire unit rather than individuals.
It just looked so odd to see Santana the same as everyone else and following others. Although she was in the front of the formation it still looked like Santana was just mindlessly following someone else's beat.
When the routine was over Brittany could see the head cheerleader barking orders or something at the other Cheerios before dismissing them. She flinched in her spot when Santana caught her staring. Her heart started beating faster as she watched the head cheerleader jog towards her.
"Hey, stalking me now?" Santana said cockily.
"N-no…I-I…I'm going to go now." Brittany stuttered as she stood up and power walked away in embarrassment.
"Hey, hey I was kidding." Santana jogged after the retreating nerd and held onto her wrist. In a bold move she pulled her under the bleaches and smiled when she felt Brittany's palms begin to sweat.
"Why me Santana? What's your motive?"
"Didn't you listen before? I like you because you're different and I admire that, it also doesn't hurt that you're cute." Santana's hand slowly travelled up and began to slowly stroke Brittany's cheek with her forefinger. She traced a delicate path from her temple down to the outline of her jaw. "Are you scared of me?"
Unable to even formulate an answer Brittany just nervously nodded her head. She unconsciously closed her eyes when she felt Santana push forward until their lips were millimetres apart once again.
"You don't need to be scared." Santana whispered against the nerd's lips, "Trust me." She pulled back slightly and looked up into Brittany's blue eyes hidden behind thick glasses. A beat passed, she waited for Brittany to make a move. She already established where she stood so now all that was left was for the nerd to react.
She didn't know why her body was reacting in such a way but she found it moving involuntarily. Before she could stop her body her lips were pressed against Santana's and this time it had been her own doing.
"I guess you're not scared anymore."
Brittany shot out of bed and looked around her surroundings. She rubbed her eyes furious and blindly grabbed her glasses from the bedside table once. From the light spilling in through her windows she realised that she was in her room and it was morning.
Crap, it was all a dream.