Smooth Criminal (Glee/The Flash fan fiction)

Chapter 1

SANTANA LOPEZ

Everyone knows the story of the lesbian who fell in love with a bisexual girl. They were madly in love, and those were the years where the term 'gay' or 'lesbian' 'homosexual' and 'bisexual' were eye-openers to not just the media, but also in high school. But no one knows the story of how these homosexuals had the reason to answer the question, "If you had super powers, what would it be?"

On the evening before Brittany's graduation at The Massachusetts Institute of Technology, their old friend Blaine Anderson had been asked to come by Santana and Brittany's apartment in Lima, Ohio to help with Brittany's last project as a college student. The bizarre thing about the project was writing a jingle for Lord Tubbington-Brittany's cat-with his fear of whales. Sometimes people wonder how Brittany doesn't see the nonsense to this, but because of Santana's undying love for her, this fact only makes her desire Brittany even more-Even if she may be the smartest geek in Ohio and at the same time, the stupidest.

"Hello Santana," Blaine greets with his oh-all-happy-Warbler-coach smile as he stood at their doorstep. He started coaching The Warblers after he dropped out of NYADA, which led him to never let his guard down, even when it comes to Santana. He was competitive as ever but still, it annoyed her to see people-like Blaine-who are guarded but still had the ability to smile.

"Hello Hummel." She greeted nonchalantly, his expression was caught of guard for a moment but instantly regained composure, letting out a chuckle before entering through the door and into the dining room. Just as it was Santana's specialty to bully people, Kurt and Blaine were married the same day as Brittany and Santana, in a barn. She follows him into the apartment. She leans back on a chair and picks up some nachos, dipping it into the guacamole out of random.

"So, how are The Warblers?" She manages a conversation through the awkward silence. However, she regretted it-knowing he'd never stop talking.

"We're still working on their bass notes but other than that they are amazing. There is this one time..." She zones out his story and takes a seat, keeping her expression as interested as she can to whatever he was saying. The moment Blaine started talking made her brain fall asleep. In hindsight, she would've been more interested in what he had to say about Lord Tubbington's fear of whales rather than his love for men in blue and red uniforms who sing Christmas carols for the rich.

Brittany appears through the kitchen with a tray of fresh baked cookies as she places them on the table, in front of where Blaine is seated. Before anyone could appreciate her baking skills, the sound of the doorbell startles them. Blaine pauses in mid-story when it does-thank god.

"I wonder who that could be." Santana asks cynically. She stands up picks up a cookie on the hot plate before rushing to the door. When she looks through the peephole to see who it was, she sees a familiar face before opening the door. "Hey Mark," She greets, stressing the 'y' in an offhand manner. "A little late to be delivering mail isn't it?" She asks the black and obese mailman who stood at the front door.

"Very late. Got this package from Central City a few days ago, it got mixed up with other mail from the other days-"

"Yeah, I don't care." She takes it from him, cutting his story short. She signs the top of the box before ripping off her copy of the acknowledgement and giving it back to him. His expression turns from rejected to dubious, tapping his hat at her and leaving down the steps. Santana closes the door behind her and takes the small box, reading the pamphlet aloud,

"To Brittany S. Pierce, due to your remarkable performance in your SATs, please accept our gift of gratitude to you. Have a prosperous future ahead! From, MIT." Santana is already standing behind her chair once she finishes reading. She slides the box across the table to where Brittany was sitting, drinking peach wine. Like the clueless person she is, she opens the box as if it was from Santa Claus, ripping at its wrappings before forcing the seal open.