Not So Little Secrets

Chapter One: Who Are You?!

Brittany's POV:

You ever watch the Breakfast Club and wonder if high school is really like that? Well... here I am entering the halls of McKinley High School and let me just tell you, that movie so far is pretty accurate. There are jocks, dorks, cheerleaders, bad boys, pot heads, pretty rich girls, etc. They're not really interacting with anyone outside of their own kind. In other words, jocks hang with jocks, dorks hang with dorks, etc. By the way my name is Brittany S. Pierce, I'm a 16yr old freshman and I also have a fully functioning penis. With that being said i'm not really sure where I will fall in, but I pretty much hang with whoever I vibe with, dork or jock. Being a girl with a penis (who also likes girls), who am i to judge a kid for being classified as a dork. It's not really hard to make friends because I'm a social person, but transferring 3 months into the school year is tough in it's own right. Everyone usually already has their "cliques" together. But like i said, im friends with whoever i vibe with. As I walk down the hall I notice everyone is looking at me, probably because everyone knows that I'm a girl and I have a penis. How could they know you ask. Well let's just say I never really been the shy type and I'm very outspoken. With a condition like mine it was pretty easy for me to come out to everyone as a lesbian because no one knew what was between my legs. Everyone took the news pretty good, which partly led to me letting everyone know that I also had a penis. Some people didn't agree with my condition but I wasn't looking for their approval. I just wanted to live my truth regardless to the dirty looks people may throw my way.

As I approach my locker a boy with a Mohawk and a boy with some huge lips walk up to me with a slushie. I put my bag down and prepare to kick ass. My sister Quinn used to go here and she warned me how the jocks and cheerleaders like to throw slushies in the faces of those who are below them, and being the new kid does not help.

"Woah! Woah! Woah! Chill" says the Mohawk boy.

"Calm down, the slushie is not for you. Puck is just holding it." says the huge lips boy about the other boy who name is Puck.

"Oh, okay. So what's up?" I say asking them

"Well first I'm Sam and this is Puck" says Sam.

"Hey" Puck says trying to regain his cool.

"Anyway we heard you were coming to the school and we wanted to see if you were..." I cut Sam off getting pissed.

"If I were what? A girl with a dick?"

Sam blushes but says No. "To see if you were willing to hang with us"

"Now I feel stupid, my fault. I shouldn't have said that. I'm Brittany by the way but my friends call me Britt". I apologize to Sam before introducing myself to them.

"Nice to meet you, but that was why Sam came over, I wanted to know Do you get a lot of girls?"

I just stare at Puck in somewhat confusion.

"I mean tho you have what I have your still pretty hot. So maybe we can get girls together".

I bust out laughing. "Okay but dont cramp my style" I tell Puck.

"Please, no one can resist the Puckster"

"Hey let me see your schedule, what classes you got?" Sam says.

"I don't know, I wanted to find my locker first." I say and give him my schedule

"Okay you got your first 3 classes with us, so just hang wit us". Sam says after he handed my schedule back.
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After our first 3 classes we headed to lunch where I thought everything would be divided, but there was this one table with a variety of people and it seems we were headed straight to it. As we took our seats I realized there were no cheerleaders at the table.

"Hey guys listen up" Puck says to the group of kids at the table. He speaks when they've settled down.

"This is Britt, she's new here, we already established that she has a penis, and if anyone gives her any shit they w...

"THEY WILL HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE PUCKSTER" Everyone at the table say in unison after cutting Puck off. I giggle a bit at Pucks face.

"We get it Noah Puckerman, you're the "bad ass" of the school". A really pretty boy says using air quotes when saying the words bad ass.

"Your name is Noah?" I ask Puck who is now sulking in his own embarrassment.

"Yup. Some bad ass huh? Puck is more like a big softy. I'm Kurt by the way".

"Nice to meet you" I say as Puck mumbles under his breath.

As everyone is introducing themselves to me a cheerleader walks up and sits down on the opposite side of the table and a few seats down. She looks around the table and her eyes land on mine.

"Who are you?" She ask me.

Prior to her arriving at the table Kurt told me that there was a hot-headed cheerleader missing from the table by the name of Santana that sits with them, I assume this is her.

"Who are you?" I ask her just to push her buttons.

I know I'm walking on thin ice because Quinn told me the cheerleaders were the real rulers of the school, mostly due to the coach. But this girl is way too hot to not try to get a rise out of her. She glares at me, stands up, and walks up to me.

"Move Puck" she says not taking her eyes off of me. She sits in Puck seat when he moves to her previous seat. She grabs one side of my jean jacket and pulls me close to her.

"You listen here blondie. This is MY school and what I say goes. So I believe I asked you a question, What The Fuck... Is Your Name?" She ask again.

I glance at her lips before looking back in her eyes and leaning in to whisper in her ear. I put my hand on her thigh and surprisingly she does nothing but i saw her eyebrow twitch before I leaned in.

"You listen to me, Santana, your hot, I'm hot, let's just go somewhere and make out." I lean back and she smacks my hand away but she doesn't go back to her seat. Everyone went to go get their lunch, I start to go join them, but I turn back to Santana and see she has her eyes close.

"To answer your question, I'm Brittany". I whisper into her ear close enough that she can feel my breath. Before turning around completely I see Santana visibly shiver in her seat. I walk to the lunch line mentally patting myself on the back.