Brittany and Santana Firsts (A Glee Story)

First Project

Grade 3

"Did you see my new Mohawk, Lopez?" Noah asks as he leans against the desk Santana is sitting in.

"It looks like something died on your head," she says with disgust.

"I really like your new Mohawk, Noah, Very Mr. T-esque," a stylishly dressed Kurt Hummel chimes in.

"Thanks," he rolls his eyes. Kurt wasn't exactly the person he wanted attention from. "And lady, it's Puck now." He adds before going off to show Finn.

"Okay class, everyone find a seat!" A tall blonde lady quiets the class down. Brittany finds her way over to Santana and sits down next to her.

Finn raises his hand. "Yes, tall kid with the hair?" The blonde lady calls to him.

"Um who are you?" He asks.

"My name is Ms. Holiday. I will be filling in for Ms. Collins while she is out "not" in state mandated rehab."

"Are you even qualified?" A short girl in a reindeer sweater named Rachel Berry asks.

Ms. Holiday ignores her. "This weekend you'll have a project." The class groans. "You will each pair up and pretend you're married. Figure out what your job is, if you have kids, stuff like that. I have written all of your names on pieces of paper which I have placed in this hat. Each of you will choose a name and your partner will be chosen my fate."

Rachel goes up to pick a name first. She reaches into the hat and read the name out loud, "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel."

Kurt's eyes widen. "Dear God no," he says to himself.

Puck goes up next. "Santana Lopez," he smirks.

Ms. Holiday checks his paper. "Nice try, you got Lauren Zizes." Santana sighs in relief.

Next Brittany skips up to the hat. "Santana!" She squeals as she reads it off the piece of paper.

Ms. Holiday checks the paper. "The Gods have spoken," she smiles.

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Santana arrives at Brittany's house at ten o'clock the next morning happy as ever. She climbs up the stairs to the light blue porch and rings to doorbell.

"I'll get it, mom!" She hears from the other side of the door, followed by loud footsteps running down the stairs.

The door swings open and Santana is immediately greeted with a tight hug and big grey cat purring at her feet.

"Hey, Britt," Santana says as Brittany releases her grip. "That's a huge cat!" Santana is surprised as she looks down at the large, fluffy grey kitten.

"That's Lord Tubbington," she pets his head. "He's a stress eater," she whispers. "But don't worry, I made him a six step plan." Brittany leads the cat inside as they enter the house, "That's my little sister, Jamie," she points to the toddler trying to get the sad excuse for a cat to play with her.

"You must be Santana," a kind looking man says from the doorway of the kitchen.

"Yeah, hi," she smiles.

"Dad, we're going to be in my room, working on the project," Brittany states.

"Okay, have fun," he disappears back into the kitchen.

Brittany and Santana run upstairs. Brittany swings open the white door to her blue, floral patterned bedroom with many pictures and stuffed animals and clothes lying around. They jump on the bed and sit cross-legged facing each other.

Brittany reaches down and gets her red backpack from beside the bed. After leaving a thin layer of silver sparkles everywhere, she takes out the piece of paper Ms. Holiday gave them with a bunch oif questions on it. "What do you think of Ms. Holiday?" Brittany asks.

"I don't know. She seems nice."

"Yeah, me too. I like her a lot better than Ms. Collins. Anyway, question one." Brittany holds the paper up. "Who are you married to? Santana Lopez," She says outloud as she writes Santana's name on the paper.

"Question two: What jobs do you and your spouse have?" Santana reads. "I haven't really thought about what I want to be when I grow up."

"You like getting your point across, maybe a lawyer?" Brittany responds.

"That's a really good idea!" Santana smiles and writers that down on her paper. "What do you want to be?"

"Teacher, definitely," Brittany answers.

"You'd make a good teacher, Britt." Brittany looks up at her and smiles.

"Question three: Do you have any kids? If so, how many?" Brittany recites. "Yeah, I love kids!"

"Me too! I'd like maybe two." Brittany agrees and they write it down. "Question five: What are their names?"

"If it was a girl, Sugar," Brittany says proudly and Santana giggles. "What's so funny?" She becomes defensive.

"Nothing," Santana assures her. "It's just that it's a really sweet name." She smiles. "I think for a girl I'd like Ruby or Marley. For a boy, probably Caleb."

"I like the name Caleb too." Brittany says. "So what names should we put down?"

"Sugar and Caleb?"

"Sure!"

"I really like doing this project with you, B." Santana says with a smile. Brittany smiles back.

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"Bye!" Santana waves to her mother as she drives away from the front entrance of the school.

"Blaine, no bow ties at school!" She hears a guy yell to his shiny haired son on the other side of the block.

"Hi Santana," Kurt catches up with Santana as they walk into the school together.

"Hey, how was the weekend with Berry?" She asks.

"I never thought show tunes could be used as a torture device," he says with disgust. "How'd it go with Brittany?"

"Really well! It was a lot fun," she says happily.

They walk into the children-filled classroom and find seats next to Brittany and far from Rachel. As Ms. Holiday gathers papers from her desk she says, "okay who wants to go first?" 

Rachel immediatley raises her hand and stares at Kurt until he does as well. During the long presentation everyone pretty much zoned out when Rachel started talking about how their kids name would be Barbara. 

Santana knows that at some point she is going to have to go up to the front of the class and say that she is 'married' to Brittany. She knows she won't be able to do that. 

"Britt, I can't go up there," she whispers to her best friend.

"Why not?"

"Because it's weird and people are mean," she concludes.

Instead of Brittany getting defensive, she understands. She knows Santana better than anyone else in the short time they are friends. "Yes you can," she assures.

"How?" She questions.

"Because you'll be with me," she replies and holds out her pinky. Santana looks at her for a moment--first with confusion. She's not used to people encouraging her and knowing even what she's too afraid to know. The confusion turns into a suddle smile as they lock pinkies.

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AN: I promise the next chapter won't take so long to finish, Thanks for reading :)