Another Love Story (Brittana)

Meeting the "Loser"

        "This has got to be a joke! There's no way I'm gonna tutor the captain of the Cheerios!" Santana yelled, pacing around the guidance counselors office. Ms.Pillsbury was shocked. She's never known Santana to say no to anyone, no matter how popular they are. She's never seen the Latina so mad before.

"Santana, calm down. You just have to help her with her math grade. It shouldn't take more than a month or so." She tired to reason with the girl across from her.

"Why can't Artie or Mike tutor her?!" Santana nearly screamed, causing some student to look in their direction. it didn't help that the office walls were glass.

"Because, she chose to have you help her, Santana. Plus, I thought you wanted to do tutoring, why not start with her?"

"Because she's the captain of the team I hate the most! Why would she choose me huh?" Santana yelled.

"Santana! Just be there okay! I am not getting into this argument because you don't want to help someone." Ms.Pillsbury yelled back.  Santana bit her lip before storming out of Ms.Pillsbury office. She was so mad she didn't see Dave or Azimio walking up to her, holding slushy's in their hands.

"Look at this Dave, one fired-up nerd. Maybe, we can cool her down a bit." Azimio said before the two jocks threw their slushy's in her face. Santana didn't show any emotion, she just walked past them, bumping into Dave's shoulder, as she walked to the nearest girls room. When she walked it, she found Rachel trying to clean slushy out of her hair.

"You too?" Santana asked. Rachel looked up and nodded. Santana sighed and took of her glasses to clean them for the thousandth time that week.

"Are you okay San? You seem upset about something." Rachel said, throwing away her paper towel.

"Ms.Pillsbury wants me to tutor Brittany Pierce." Santana muttered. Rachel handed her a paper towel.

"I thought you liked Brittany, how is tutoring her a bad thing?" Santana looked at Rachel. It was true that she had a small crush on the blonde ever sense Brittany had 'saved' her from being beaten down by some cheerios, but Santana just shook and her and said,

"I hate anybody who wears a cheer leading uniform, you should know that."

"Who knows, maybe Brittany isn't so bad and she might not be like the others. Give her a chance, San. Like I said, who knows, you two might be best friends soon." Rachel joked, trying to get Santana to cheer up. Santana cracked a smile before rolling her eyes at her best friend.

"That should be your catch phrase 'who knows'. You always seem to be saying that." Santana replied, putting her glasses back on before walking out of the bathroom with Rachel.

"Ready for Glee?" Rachel asked. Santana shrugged. She loved being in glee, but ever since Finn and Quinn had joined, Rachel and Santana no longer got the solo's, they just stood in the background and swayed to the music.

"Hell no." Was the Latina's reply

...

"So how bad was it?" Quinn asked as she plopped down onto Brittany's bed. Brittany groaned as she sat next to Quinn.

"It felt like she was trying to give me therapy. I swear, I haven't even met this nerd yet and I'm already tired of getting tutored." Brittany replied. 'Tutoring doesn't even start until monday.' She muttered under her breath.

"Who's the tutor?"

"Ahh, a girl named Santana, I think." Quinn sat up fast.

"You're getting tutored by Lezpez?" Quinn said quickly. Brittany raised an eyebrow.