Forsaking all the rest

Chapter 1: Cheerios is a lifestyle

A/N: I realized there was no actual scenes in which I could detect Brittany in the pilot episode, and for a fact, Brittany and Santana aren't really seen together much the first few episodes. Actually, it's mostly Quinn and Santana. Soooo, I thought unlike a lot of people that they actually might become such close friends somewhere in the beginning of the show!

This is my first chapter and hopefully, there will be many more. I'm working on the idea to follow each episode, and try to make the side story and relationship of Brittana/Santittany evolve in a natural way. Be honest, help me keep the characters in character and please tell me if you like it, and want more!

I also want to send a thank you to the amazing Jasmine, who let me pour out all my ideas to her, and who reads the chapters and dares to be honest with me when I need her to be.

I hate OOC and so, I'm glad we can both discuss the do's and don't's of Brit and San. Huge hugs for you!

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(Santana)

"Did you hear about the new girl?"

"That she was home schooled?"

With a bang I bust out of the booth and ignore the frightened girls, too occupied to meet my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I pull out the ribbon from my hair only to start making a new, tighter one.

It was always the same with new students. I didn't really care about what was said about them, because they rarely made any difference to the natural order of things. I caught a glimpse of the three girls hurrying out of the bathroom, as Quinn joined my side, washing her hands and leaning in only to touch her eyelids, making sure her make-up sat right.

"New girl?" She asked nonchalantly.

"Seems like it," I replied in a less than even a little interested tone.

"I heard she's supposed to be this amazing dancer," Quinn offered with seemingly no interest in the matter, leaning back, only to look over at me.

"So?"

"So, she could be useful." I raised an eyebrow, this time actually eyeing the real Quinn, not just her reflection.

"Make it work." Quinn simply says, before leaving the bathroom, me following one step behind. We did our usual walk down the corridors, talking about nothing, enjoying the way the mass of people just parted for us, like we were royalty. Meanwhile I made small notes in my head about what I heard from the crowd.

"Blonde-"

"Big tits-"

"Threesome-"

"Dance teacher-"

"Affair-"

"Badger-"

"Brittany-"

"Sex with a-"

I stop abruptly, finding my victim in the form of Lucy Stone, one of my cheerio underlings. I make sure to put my best bitch face on and let Quinn pass three more lockers to get to her boyfriend.

"What's the deal about this new girl?" Lucy looked a little taken aback for me to actually talk to her directly, but she quickly hid it and said:

"She's supposedly this half German, home schooled girl-"

"I don't want her entire life story," I snap, staring the girl down.

"Well, her name's Brittany Pierce-"

"Anything useful?" I bite off, my heart skipping a beat in recognition of the name, shrugging it off and not worrying about the Brittany Pierces of the world but instead enjoying the satisfaction of watching the girl tremble, her non cheerio friend looking like she was about to cry.