𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 | s. lopez + b. pierce

Mash Off

a/n - warning: these next few chapters aren't going to be very f*nn friendly. he's not the sweet hero that everyone thinks he is. he was an ass for calling brittany stupid and outing santana, and all the other shitty things he did, so he's going to be called out on it.

there's a difference between the character and the actor that played them - remember that. i love cory, but i despise f*nn. that's going to be reflected in the writing and characters dialogue. you've been warned.

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"Hey there, Orca," Santana teased as she, Jayden, and Brittany passed Finn and Rory in the hallway.

"Hey, Santana," Finn called after them. The three girls turned around, the youngest narrowing her eyes at the freakishly tall boy. "You look like an assless J-Lo."

Jayden made a move to lunge at Finn, but Brittany held her back. She didn't know if it was hormones or a hidden part of the Jewish girl's personality, but she'd had what Santana's been calling "Little Snixx moments" over the last couple weeks.

The last thing they needed would be for Jayden to start a physical fight and hurt the baby. As soon as they survived these last few weeks of the pregnancy, if she wanted to go all Lima Heights on the idiotic football player, Santana would allow it.

"Stop the violence, Guppy," Brittany whispered.

"But he started it!" Jayden whined, stomping her foot.

"You're skinny like all the crops failed on your family's farm," Rory said.

Brittany pulled Jayden into a tight hug to keep her from unleashing Little Snixx on Rory.

"That is the lamest thing I didn't understand a word of," Santana laughed.

"Don't talk to Tanny like that, puta," Jayden spat, blue eyes narrowing dangerously at the Irish boy.

"Is that really all that you can come up with?" Santana asked, raising a brow as she approached Finn. Brittany's hold on Jayden tightened, the petite girl squirming in her arms as she tried to break free. She eventually gave up, her body falling limp in her girlfriend's arms. "You seriously think that you can out-insult me? I'm from Lima Heights, I was raised on insults. It's how mi abuela put me to sleep at night, and she is not a nice lady. You know she tried to sell Jayden once? Yeah. She mistaked her as a runaway from the circus because she showed up to my house wearing a clown outfit–"

"We were gonna go to the park and prank the little kids," Jayden giggled at the memory from last year. "They didn't fall for it."

"Cause you're too cute to be a scary clown." Brittany smiled when Jayden looked up at her with an adorable dimpled smile.

"–And it wasn't until I got to kindergarten that I learned my name wasn't 'Garbage Face.'"

"Then we'll have to settle this another way," Finn said. "Uh, today. After school. Bring your Troubletones."

"Are you suggesting what I think you are?" Santana asked, a smirk slowly spreading across her lips.

"Yeah, I am. Dodgeball."

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Jayden sat in a corner on the Troubletones' side of the gym. She had three indoor soccer nets set up in front of her to protect her from flying dodgeballs, and a bag of popcorn in her lap to munch on while she watched the match.

"Stay here, okay? We don't want you getting hurt," Santana said as she kneeled in front of Jayden and spoke to her through the net. "Scream if you need anything."