All Alone

Chapter Two

By lunch Brittany managed to find Santana. She was sitting against the wall in a little alcove in the hallway wearing headphones, her eyes closed, tapping her boot-clad foot on the linolium floor.

The blonde cheerio took a deep breath and and walked over to Santana, her white sneakers squeaking. She tapped her on the shoulder.

Santana looked up, taking one head phone out of her ear.

The music was so loud Brittany could hear it blasting out. It sounded like a good song but Brittany didn't recognize it.

The raven haired beauty stared at her blankly. "Can I help you...?"

Brittany's throat went dry as she was once again taken aback by the girl's beauty. She shook herself from her daze though, smiling brightly. "I've been assigned to show you around school."

"No thanks." She popped the head phone back in her ear.

The blonde stepped back a little. She tapped Santana on the shoulder once again.

The dark-haired girl rolled her eyes and yanked her ear buds out, pausing the song and standing up. Her eyes were cold as she stared at Brittany. "Is there a reason you feel the need to bother me?" She looked so scary that Brittany actually stuttered.

"S-sorry. It's just um... you're new and it might be nice for you to have someone to show you around." She cleared her throat. "Plus I'm pretty sure I have to..."

Santana sighed and wrapped her head phones around her iPod. "Fine. If you insist blondie."

"Uhm my names Brittany." The taller girl smiled, thinking that she had merely gotten her name wrong.

Once more, Santana rolled her eyes. "Whatever blondie."

She tried once more. "So... what were you listening to just then?"

"Just some Amy." She shrugged and ran a hand through her perfect hair.

"Who's Amy?" Brittany smiled, happy they were finally talking.

"Amy Winehouse." Santana said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Brittany had never heard of that person but she didn't want to seem uncool to someone like Santana. That would be way embarrassing.

"So where do you wanna see first?"

"I'm supposed to be new aren't I?" She smirked. "Aren't you supposed to be the one showing me around?"

Brittany blushed. "Oh, uh, right."

Santana suddenly pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of her jacket pocket. She lit up and started smoking.

The blonde's eyes widened.

Santana must've seen Brittany looking because she pulled out another cigarette and held it out to Brittany, cocking an eyebrow. "Cig?"

"I-I don't smoke." The cheerio stuttered, fidgeting uncomfortably.

"Right. I should've known you didn't smoke."

It sounded so accusatory that it pushed Brittany over the edge. "Hey! Wat does that mean?!"

"You figure it out." Santana eyed the blonde. "Not that you're smart enough to."

Brittany reached forward and snatched the cigarette away, putting it out on the ground.

"What the hell blondie?!" She looked enraged.

"Smoking kills."

"So do car accidents, but I'm guessing you drove to school today." Santana replied, smirking. Then she turned on her heel and walked off.

Brittany just stood there, utterly confused. Santana Lopez was cold, dark, mean, annoying. She smoked and drank. She was everything Brittany usually wouldn't like. But she did. A lot.