Survivors

unholy trinity

Brittany's pov

School is going to be amazing today because I can talk to Santana.

I walked through the school doors and Rachel Berry was waiting by my locker.

I'm not friends with her, I don't talk to her, and I only know her from glee club so I have no idea why she could be at my locker.

I walked up to my locker and opened it and Rachel looked up at me.

"Hi Rachel," I smiled putting my bags in my locker and taking my books for class out.

"Brittany, can I ask you something." Rachel said still standing in the same position.

"Okay, what?" I asked closing my locker.

"Will you come over and give me a makeover? I just want to be pretty enough for Finn," Rachel pretty much begged.

"No, you look fine. I'm sure if Finn doesn't like you it's for another reason," I said in the nicest way possible.

"Like what?" She asked looking up at me.

"Um, not to be rude but you're personality. You kind of scare people." I looked at her and honestly answered.

"You're no help," Rachel whined and stormed off.

I swear she acts like a five year old sometimes. She doesn't get her way and she throws a tantrum.

The day went relatively fast and it was eventually cheerios practice.

I walked outside to the field and nobody was there yet besides Quinn so I walked over to talk to her.

"Hey Quinn," I smiled and put my water on the bench.

"Hey Brittany, have you seen Santana?" She asked.

"No, I saw her last period but I haven't seen her since." I quickly answered.

"Oh, because she was saying how all three of us should hang out after school," Quinn smiled and then waved to Santana.

"Hey, sorry there was this one bitch I had to fight. But I'm here now." Santana smirked.

"Okay, well are we still hanging out after school?" Quinn asked looking at Santana.

"Yeah, unless you got plans with you fat ass boyfriend." Santana laughed.

"I don't, and where are we hanging out?" Quinn rolled her eyes.

"Um, Brittany can we hang out at your house?" Santana asked.

"Yeah, that's cool. Do you want me to drive you guys to my house?" I wondered.

"Yeah, oh Santana what happened to your eye?" Quinn raised an eyebrow looking closer at Santana's eye.

"I told you, I got in a fight with a little bitch. But it's no big deal. It's just a black eye, I've had like 20 of these." Santana brushed Quinn off.

Practice was fun and went by pretty slowly. When it was over we all met by my car.

"Do you want to stop by the store and get something for your eye?" I asked looking into her eye.

"Nah, I'm fine. I'm just happy knowing that I hurt that girl. She is such a bitch. And also fucking Rachel Berry came up to me and asked me to give her a makeover. I said sure but I'll fuck it up or make you look like a hooker," Santana smirked opening the passenger's side door.

"She came up and asked me that too and I didn't want to be rude but I think it was rude. I said that I couldn't fix her looks because her personality was terrible but I worded it nicer than that. And then she stormed off like a five year old," I explained and Santana smiled.

"Q, did she ask you anything?" Santana asked to Quinn who was in the backseat.

"No, but man hands keep staring at my man." Quinn rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Oh, who are you dating?" I asked driving to my house.

"Finn Hudson, he's a football player." Quinn smiled.

"Oh my gosh, Rachel told me that she wanted me to give her a makeover because she wanted to look good for Finn." I gossiped.

"That little slut, what the fuck?" Quinn put her hands to her head in frustration.

"Okay, let's go into my house before you freak out in my car." I grabbed her hand and helped her out of the car.