Fanfic: Down
Title: Down
Pairing: All of the current canon pairings, but with strong references to Brittana
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 1,103
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. I own the concept for this story and the character Sandra
AN: I used an original character for this story. Her description can be found here. :)
Santana had to fight to keep her jaw from dropping as she walked into the choir room, and saw little Sandra sitting there in jeans and a shirt reminiscent of those MCR anthem costumes from two weeks ago. Hmm. So the little firecracker quit the Cheerios after spending the last week being welcomed into Glee club. Santana couldn’t say she blamed her, Sue had only become more neurotic after San, Brittany and Quinn had quit before regionals. “Nice plaid there newbie,” she shot as she walked past, giving her trademark approving-yet-bitchy smirk. Sandra just smirked back with a raised eyebrow, knowing the line was more compliment than insult. As Santana took her not-becoming-any-more-normal seat beside Sam and waited for Shuester to dole out this weeks assignment, she let her eyes roam over the room. Artie had just rolled in with Britt on his lap, who Santana realized was waving at her, so she smiled at the girl before meeting her boyfriend’s look of badly disguised loathing. She tightened her smile at that but didn’t return the look because Brittany was still looking at her and she’d be damned before she gave Wheels another way to convince Brittany to not be friends with her.
It drove Santana crazy that everybody just loved to point out how freaking great Artie was for Brittany. He got dating advice from Puckerman for Christ’s sake... And who the hell did they think took care of the girl, Santa fantasies and all, before that ass hole came along? Her. Santana had gotten her Santa gifts every year since they were seven, and has anybody ever thought about that? Does anyone care that Santana always busted her ass to make sure Brittany never got hurt? Nope. McDouchebag even had the nerve to tell her not to bring Britt’s gift this year, which normally wouldn’t have stopped her, except he got Britt’s dad against her too. She still had those duck footie pajamas in the bottom of her closet...
All of the sudden Santana heard Shuester’s voice and her head snapped to the front as she realized she’d been glaring at the spot that Abrams had been occupying. As Shuester droned on and on, in his thinly veiled attempt to bitch about his personal life, she thought she saw NewGirl looking at her out of the corner of her eye, but when she glanced over, the girl’s attention was fully focused on Shue. Turning her own attentions to the man, Santana heard his next sentence, and immediately wished she had stuck to daydreaming. “Now that we once again have an even amount of people, I thought we would do another partner competition. I have everyone name’s in this hat and I want you to choose a partner and sing a solo that is in the preferred style of your partner. Tina, why don’t you start us off” Great, Santana thought, Another “do something different from what you would normally do” assignment, but this time mixed with a random partner selection. Damnit. She knew her luck, and she sure as hell wouldn’t be blessed enough to draw Brittany again. As she watched the official gleek couples get all mismatched, (Rachel with Mike? Lord help us all), Santana found herself hoping to not get paired with Sam. She didn’t want to have to sing some Navi song or some crap, but she found herself with bigger problems as Sandra called her name after walking away from that infernal hat. She chanced a glance at Brittany, but found her adamantly questioning an overwhelmed looking Artie, probably about why nobody had gotten that duck out of the hat yet to feed it. She started to turn to Sandra to tell her to meet her after school so she could teach her some Stones, aka REAL music, but got distracted by Lauren calling out Sam’s name. Her eyes flashed with vulnerability for a split second but she quickly schooled her expression into one of extreme disinterest as she rolled her eyes towards sam, feeling everyone’s gossip hungry eyes one her as she nonchalantly shrugged slightly and turned to Sandra, effectively blocking out the rest of the club. “As I was SAYING” she sneered the last word over her shoulder, effectively snapping the losers out of their reverie, before softening to face her partner. Sandra was looking at her strangely, as if unsure how to start a conversation Santana was certain she didn’t want to have, so she put the girl out of her misery. “Meet me at my locker after the last bell. We’ll go to my place,” she said as kindly as Santana ever spoke to someone besides Brittany, and left before the girl could really reply.
Santana was standing at her locker, checking her watch for the third time in five minutes, waiting for Sandra to show up so that she could go the hell home already. Artie’s locker was only a row down the hall from hers and she was getting tired of watching Brittany and Artie cuddling like they were the only people in the hallway. Well, to tell the truth, save for Santana they were, and while to Brittany that meant that PDA was ok because “Sanny never minds”, Santana was sure Artie was doing it just to rub it in her face. Sighing, she closed her locker door, and turned to go. She liked the new girl but not enough to sit through a Bartie fest. As soon as she had taken her first step, Sandra came up. When Santana gave her full on bitch face, effectively relaying her thoughts on the girl’s tardiness, Sandra seemed completely unfazed stating simply, “I fucking hate math, lets go, my locker’s this way,” leading, thankfully, in the opposite direction of the overly happy couple. As soon as they turned the corner, Sandra said “I don’t have to go to my locker, I just didn’t want to pass those two back there. Affection like that does not belong in public. We could cut through the locker room to get out.” Santana was much more grateful than she was willing to let on at not having to be around Britt and Artie’s love fest anymore, so she smiled at the girl holding the Cheerios’ door open and gestured for her to go ahead. They chatted pleasantly on the way across the football field, bashing Shuester and Sylvester. As they reached her yellow charger, Santana found herself happier than she had been in a long time. She had forgotten what it was like to have someone be nice to her.
Pairing: All of the current canon pairings, but with strong references to Brittana
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 1,103
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. I own the concept for this story and the character Sandra
AN: I used an original character for this story. Her description can be found here. :)
Santana had to fight to keep her jaw from dropping as she walked into the choir room, and saw little Sandra sitting there in jeans and a shirt reminiscent of those MCR anthem costumes from two weeks ago. Hmm. So the little firecracker quit the Cheerios after spending the last week being welcomed into Glee club. Santana couldn’t say she blamed her, Sue had only become more neurotic after San, Brittany and Quinn had quit before regionals. “Nice plaid there newbie,” she shot as she walked past, giving her trademark approving-yet-bitchy smirk. Sandra just smirked back with a raised eyebrow, knowing the line was more compliment than insult. As Santana took her not-becoming-any-more-normal seat beside Sam and waited for Shuester to dole out this weeks assignment, she let her eyes roam over the room. Artie had just rolled in with Britt on his lap, who Santana realized was waving at her, so she smiled at the girl before meeting her boyfriend’s look of badly disguised loathing. She tightened her smile at that but didn’t return the look because Brittany was still looking at her and she’d be damned before she gave Wheels another way to convince Brittany to not be friends with her.
It drove Santana crazy that everybody just loved to point out how freaking great Artie was for Brittany. He got dating advice from Puckerman for Christ’s sake... And who the hell did they think took care of the girl, Santa fantasies and all, before that ass hole came along? Her. Santana had gotten her Santa gifts every year since they were seven, and has anybody ever thought about that? Does anyone care that Santana always busted her ass to make sure Brittany never got hurt? Nope. McDouchebag even had the nerve to tell her not to bring Britt’s gift this year, which normally wouldn’t have stopped her, except he got Britt’s dad against her too. She still had those duck footie pajamas in the bottom of her closet...
All of the sudden Santana heard Shuester’s voice and her head snapped to the front as she realized she’d been glaring at the spot that Abrams had been occupying. As Shuester droned on and on, in his thinly veiled attempt to bitch about his personal life, she thought she saw NewGirl looking at her out of the corner of her eye, but when she glanced over, the girl’s attention was fully focused on Shue. Turning her own attentions to the man, Santana heard his next sentence, and immediately wished she had stuck to daydreaming. “Now that we once again have an even amount of people, I thought we would do another partner competition. I have everyone name’s in this hat and I want you to choose a partner and sing a solo that is in the preferred style of your partner. Tina, why don’t you start us off” Great, Santana thought, Another “do something different from what you would normally do” assignment, but this time mixed with a random partner selection. Damnit. She knew her luck, and she sure as hell wouldn’t be blessed enough to draw Brittany again. As she watched the official gleek couples get all mismatched, (Rachel with Mike? Lord help us all), Santana found herself hoping to not get paired with Sam. She didn’t want to have to sing some Navi song or some crap, but she found herself with bigger problems as Sandra called her name after walking away from that infernal hat. She chanced a glance at Brittany, but found her adamantly questioning an overwhelmed looking Artie, probably about why nobody had gotten that duck out of the hat yet to feed it. She started to turn to Sandra to tell her to meet her after school so she could teach her some Stones, aka REAL music, but got distracted by Lauren calling out Sam’s name. Her eyes flashed with vulnerability for a split second but she quickly schooled her expression into one of extreme disinterest as she rolled her eyes towards sam, feeling everyone’s gossip hungry eyes one her as she nonchalantly shrugged slightly and turned to Sandra, effectively blocking out the rest of the club. “As I was SAYING” she sneered the last word over her shoulder, effectively snapping the losers out of their reverie, before softening to face her partner. Sandra was looking at her strangely, as if unsure how to start a conversation Santana was certain she didn’t want to have, so she put the girl out of her misery. “Meet me at my locker after the last bell. We’ll go to my place,” she said as kindly as Santana ever spoke to someone besides Brittany, and left before the girl could really reply.
Santana was standing at her locker, checking her watch for the third time in five minutes, waiting for Sandra to show up so that she could go the hell home already. Artie’s locker was only a row down the hall from hers and she was getting tired of watching Brittany and Artie cuddling like they were the only people in the hallway. Well, to tell the truth, save for Santana they were, and while to Brittany that meant that PDA was ok because “Sanny never minds”, Santana was sure Artie was doing it just to rub it in her face. Sighing, she closed her locker door, and turned to go. She liked the new girl but not enough to sit through a Bartie fest. As soon as she had taken her first step, Sandra came up. When Santana gave her full on bitch face, effectively relaying her thoughts on the girl’s tardiness, Sandra seemed completely unfazed stating simply, “I fucking hate math, lets go, my locker’s this way,” leading, thankfully, in the opposite direction of the overly happy couple. As soon as they turned the corner, Sandra said “I don’t have to go to my locker, I just didn’t want to pass those two back there. Affection like that does not belong in public. We could cut through the locker room to get out.” Santana was much more grateful than she was willing to let on at not having to be around Britt and Artie’s love fest anymore, so she smiled at the girl holding the Cheerios’ door open and gestured for her to go ahead. They chatted pleasantly on the way across the football field, bashing Shuester and Sylvester. As they reached her yellow charger, Santana found herself happier than she had been in a long time. She had forgotten what it was like to have someone be nice to her.