fic: Don't Let The Uniform Fool You
Title: Don't Let The Uniform Fool You
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: T
Length: ~2'400
Summary: Santana Blames Sylvester, She Really Does. If She Hadn't Gone And Gotten Hersel Suspended, None Of This Would Be Happening
Spoilers: Up To Sectionals. Maybe Taking Random Bits From The Back 9 As Well, but Nothing Significant.
Authors Note: First Attempt At Glee Fic, So Sorry If Its Slightly OOC. I'll Try To Fix It As I Go Along. Takes Place After Sue's Suspension At Sections - Lets Assume There Was A Break. Also, I'm British, So Apologies If I Make Mistakes As Far As The School System Goes. (The Song - Heartbeats - Jose Gonzales)
It was the first day back after the Christmas break, and Santana was faced with the question of what to wear for the first time since freshman year. After Coach Sylvester's suspension, a temporary cheerleading coach had been brought in, and she had informed all the Cheerios that from now on, they were only to wear their uniforms on game days.
If she was being completely honest with herself, the idea of walking into Mckinley without the protection of her uniform made Santana a little nervous. Of course, she would rather die than admit that to anyone else, but that didn't change the fact that she her uniform had, without her realisation, become part of who she was. Going into school without it was like going in naked.
Oh this is ridiculous, she mentally scolded herself. You are Santana-fucking-Lopez, so get a grip and start acting like it. Just pick the goddamn clothes and be done with it already.
Eventually deciding on a pair of dark navy skinny jeans, black tank top, boots and her leather jacket, she gave herself the once over in the mirror.
Yep, she thought, smirking at her badass-ness, you look smoking. Drying off her hair, she opted to leave it down, thinking that she may have actually found a benefit to this no uniform thing - she hated wearing her hair up all the time. Catching sight of the time on her clock, Santana swore to herself and grabbed her bag and car keys, exiting the house at a run. Having to choose an outfit had delayed her more than she'd bargained for, and bar some kind of miracle, she was going to be late. Before starting her engine, Santana quickly sent Brittany a text, letting her know she'd have to meet her at lunch rather than before school like she normally did.
If Coach ever comes back from her suspension, I am going to give her a piece of my fucking mind Santana thought angrily as she slumped in her chair at the back of her English class. Coming in naked would have been better than this shit, at least then people would have been too busy being turned on to look at me confused. The next person who even thinks of trying to catch my eye was seriously gonna get it. Santana let out a sigh and tried to focus on what her teacher was saying, silently praying that Brittany was having a better time of this than she was.
The grin and squeal that Brittany greeted Santana with when she saw her at lunch was enough to show the Latina that the other girl was having none of the issues that she herself was. This didn't really surprise Santana; the other girl was in the cheerios because she loved to dance, and because Santana was in it. The reputation and image aspect of it all had never held much interest for the blonde, and that was something that Santana had always been at least a little jealous of. Brittany was comfortable in her own skin in a way that Santana never had been.
Looking over the outfit the blonde had chosen, Santana had to smirk slightly.
'Britt, its January. Why the fuck are you wearing a summer dress?' Brittany looked down at her outfit, then back at Santana, who raised an eyebrow at her expectantly. Brittany shrugged.
'It's my favourite, and I didn't get to wear it when it was warm. But now we can wear whatever we want, and I didn't want it to think I had forgotten about it. Don't you like it? It's cute.' Brittany gave a little twirl as if that would prove her point to Santana. The Latina rolled her eyes; trust Brittany to think about the fucking dress's feelings. The blond was right though, the dress was cute. It was light blue and fell to just above the blonde's knees. The colour blended perfectly with Brittany's pale skin and brought out the shocking blue of her eyes, and the way the thin material clung to the dancers toned body made it almost impossible for Santana to tear her eyes away. Before she could help herself, Santana was thinking back over the nights she had spent learning every single inch of the blonde's body; learning what made her giggle, what made her moan, and what made her cling to Santana as if she were the only thing left in the world.
'San?' The sound of Brittany's voice snapped Santana out of her ponderings.
'Hm? Oh, yeah, the dress is cute B.' Brittany flashed Santana a smile that lit up her whole face and Santana felt herself grinning back. Offering the taller girl her pinkie, Santana led them to the cafeteria, where, after eventually convincing Brittany that Coach wasn't spying on them through the security cameras, she bought herself and her best friend the first proper lunch either of them had since starting high school. Yep, Santana thought to herself as she watched Brittany enjoying her food, there were defiantly benefits to Sylvester's absence.
Santana knew that the only reason she had managed to make it through the remainder of the day without beating the crap out of anyone one was because of Brittany, who thankfully shared the last two lessons with her. Every time Santana reached near breaking point, Brittany seemed to sense it, and placed a calming hand on her. At least, it was intended to be calming, but Santana had practically jumped out of her seat when she'd felt Brittany's hand on her thigh the first time. While she was fairly sure that Brittany's intension had been to calm her rather than send her hormones crazy, either way it meant that the lucky jackass who was staring at her got keep full use of all his body parts.
When it was time for the last lesson of the day, Santana and Brittany made their way to the choir room. Both had the period free, and the room was always empty last lesson on a Monday. Spending this hour in the choir room had been a tradition of theirs before they had even joined Glee. Santana had been using the Choir room to practice whatever chance she had since freshman year, and Brittany, finally giving into her curiosity at the start of the year, had followed the Latina one afternoon, and ever afternoon since. Prior to the blondes spying session, Santana had snuck away by herself, telling Brittany and Quinn that she had detention, to practice her singing and piano in secret.
Santana had always loved music. Her grandparents had taken her to see an open air orchestral performance when she'd gone to visit them one summer, and she'd been hooked. At 7 and a half years old, little Santana Lopez knew what she wanted to do when she grew up. She wanted to play music on a big stage, and she wanted people's eyes to water when they heard her. Wanting to encourage this new fascination with music, her grandparents had surprised her with a violin for her 8th birthday. Thinking back on it, Santana figures that they should have realized that this was a bad idea, because seriously, what 8 year old was going to be able to play violin? She had tried though and the afternoon that she had finally managed to play her first piece all the way through, she'd run to show her Papi, who, when Santana had played a few wrong notes by mistake, had ripped the instrument from the small girls hands and smashed it against the wall, effectively ending the girls dreams of being a professional violinist. Of course, at 8 years old, you change your dreams like you change your socks, so over the course of the next two years, Santana tried every single hobby she could think of.
Aside from her love of music, every other aspect of Santana's personality had been more suited to playing rough. She'd loved nothing more than hanging with Puck and Finn, constantly besting both of them in whatever sport they'd decided to play that week. However, once they reached Middle School, the boys had stopped playing with Santana. The only time Puck would even talk to her was when he wanted to make crude jokes at her and/or look up her skirt, and Finn always just blushed and ran away.
Realizing that the rules had changed, Santana had gone on a mission to find a new niche in life. When cheerleading tryouts had come around, Santana had realised that joining the team was the perfect solution to all her problems. Not only would it allow her to get back at Puck and Finn for being total jerks, but it would also get her Papi off her back. What Santana hadn't counted on was the effect that being a part of the cheerleading squad would have on her social life. While it had taken a few weeks for Santana to work out the ropes of popularity, once she had, the rest was easy. She'd quickly befriended Quinn Fabray who, even at 11, was clearly someone whose good side you wanted to be on. By time the girls started high school, Fabray was at the top, and Santana was second in command. Brittany had joined the cheerios in 8th grade, and Santana, taking pity on the girl, had invited her to sit with them. She'd immediately taken a shine to the quirky blonde, and convinced Quinn that Brittany would be an asset.
8th grade had been a good year for Santana. Not only had she met her best friend (She and Quinn had always had too much competition between them to truly be best friends), but it had also been the year that she'd rediscovered music. She'd had to keep it a secret however, because her Papi had expressed numerous times how much of a waste of breath he thought it was. Plus, she had an image to uphold, and there was nothing threatening about singing or playing piano what so ever. Through the remainder of middle school, her music teacher had given Santana free piano and vocal every two weeks. Once she entered high school, the lessons had stopped, but Santana made sure she put aside time to practice, because, despite the fact that no one ever actuallyheard her, Santana would be damned if she didn't remain at the top of her game.
Brittany had been ecstatic when she'd discovered best friend's hidden musical ability, and it wasn't until she'd dragged Santana to round to her Dad's that Santana really understood why the other girl had been so excited. Brittany's parents had split up, and she'd stayed with her mum, so Santana had never had reason to meet Brittany's Dad before. But the man had been something else. At Brittany's request, he had played guitar for Santana, and it was amazing. The guitar was something that Santana had never tried, so when Brittany had whispered in her ear that she knew how to play, and could teach her too, the blondes inclusion into Santana's secret practices was a no brainer.
'I am so not feeling piano today' Santana groaned wearily as they entered the Choir room and her eyes fell on said instrument. Brittany grinned at her, unlinked their pinkies and practically ran across the room to the supply closet. Santana watched as the blonde disappeared, and then came out armed with both her own guitar, and the Latina's. Santana laughed, and walked across the room to take the guitar that the blonde was holding out to her. 'How'd you know?' she asked, and raised an eyebrow sharply when Brittany scoffed at her.
'Please San. You're all stressed 'cause people kept looking at you weird today. I don't get it though; did they really think you didn't own anything except your cheerios uniform? Anyways, I figured you'd be grumpy today, and us playing together always makes you smile, so I came prepared.' Brittany finished with a wink. Santana shook her head, and looked up at the blonde with an expression of admiration that was reserved solely for her; solely for moments like this. It was no secret that Brittany wasn't the brightest crayon in the box academically, but the blonde's ability to read people, and in particular Santana herself, was something that the Latina was sure most of their classmates were completely unaware of. Brittany's tendency to not think before opening her mouth frequently led to people writing her off almost instantly. In fact, Santana was pretty certain that other than herself, the only person who actually listened to Brittany for a reason other than simply cheap laughs was Quinn. She also had a sneaking suspicion that her best friend was developing a friendship with Manhands, but Santana was firmly of the belief that if she didn't bring it up, then it wasn't happening.
'So,' Santana said, settling herself into the chair opposite the blonde, guitar in hand, 'what do you want to start off with?'
'Well, I finished working out Heartbeats last night, want me to show you?' Brittany looked up from her guitar and smiled at Santana, who grinned back, she'd been looking forward to this one.
Brittany spent a few minutes going through the different chord changes and picking patterns with Santana before suggesting they gave it a try - Brittany taking the main riff, with Santana singing and joining in as accompanying guitarist during the choruses. Santana watched as Brittany began to play the steady introduction. It fascinated her that someone with as much energy as the blonde normally radiated could be so calm the instant you gave her an acoustic guitar. Blue eyes locked with brown a fraction of a second before the Latina began to sing, and the two girls remained focused intently on each other throughout the entire song, neither wanting to break out of the fragile cocoon they had built around themselves.
Unfortunately, their private session wasn't as private they'd hoped, and the instant their song ended, the sound of clapping resonated through the choir room. Santana whipped her head around to see a completely stunned looking Mr Schuster standing slack jawed across the other side of the room, his eyes flicking between the two girls as if he had never seen them before. Crap, Santana groaned internally, her previous foul mood returning tenfold, and here I thought today couldn't get any shittier.
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: T
Length: ~2'400
Summary: Santana Blames Sylvester, She Really Does. If She Hadn't Gone And Gotten Hersel Suspended, None Of This Would Be Happening
Spoilers: Up To Sectionals. Maybe Taking Random Bits From The Back 9 As Well, but Nothing Significant.
Authors Note: First Attempt At Glee Fic, So Sorry If Its Slightly OOC. I'll Try To Fix It As I Go Along. Takes Place After Sue's Suspension At Sections - Lets Assume There Was A Break. Also, I'm British, So Apologies If I Make Mistakes As Far As The School System Goes. (The Song - Heartbeats - Jose Gonzales)
It was the first day back after the Christmas break, and Santana was faced with the question of what to wear for the first time since freshman year. After Coach Sylvester's suspension, a temporary cheerleading coach had been brought in, and she had informed all the Cheerios that from now on, they were only to wear their uniforms on game days.
If she was being completely honest with herself, the idea of walking into Mckinley without the protection of her uniform made Santana a little nervous. Of course, she would rather die than admit that to anyone else, but that didn't change the fact that she her uniform had, without her realisation, become part of who she was. Going into school without it was like going in naked.
Oh this is ridiculous, she mentally scolded herself. You are Santana-fucking-Lopez, so get a grip and start acting like it. Just pick the goddamn clothes and be done with it already.
Eventually deciding on a pair of dark navy skinny jeans, black tank top, boots and her leather jacket, she gave herself the once over in the mirror.
Yep, she thought, smirking at her badass-ness, you look smoking. Drying off her hair, she opted to leave it down, thinking that she may have actually found a benefit to this no uniform thing - she hated wearing her hair up all the time. Catching sight of the time on her clock, Santana swore to herself and grabbed her bag and car keys, exiting the house at a run. Having to choose an outfit had delayed her more than she'd bargained for, and bar some kind of miracle, she was going to be late. Before starting her engine, Santana quickly sent Brittany a text, letting her know she'd have to meet her at lunch rather than before school like she normally did.
If Coach ever comes back from her suspension, I am going to give her a piece of my fucking mind Santana thought angrily as she slumped in her chair at the back of her English class. Coming in naked would have been better than this shit, at least then people would have been too busy being turned on to look at me confused. The next person who even thinks of trying to catch my eye was seriously gonna get it. Santana let out a sigh and tried to focus on what her teacher was saying, silently praying that Brittany was having a better time of this than she was.
The grin and squeal that Brittany greeted Santana with when she saw her at lunch was enough to show the Latina that the other girl was having none of the issues that she herself was. This didn't really surprise Santana; the other girl was in the cheerios because she loved to dance, and because Santana was in it. The reputation and image aspect of it all had never held much interest for the blonde, and that was something that Santana had always been at least a little jealous of. Brittany was comfortable in her own skin in a way that Santana never had been.
Looking over the outfit the blonde had chosen, Santana had to smirk slightly.
'Britt, its January. Why the fuck are you wearing a summer dress?' Brittany looked down at her outfit, then back at Santana, who raised an eyebrow at her expectantly. Brittany shrugged.
'It's my favourite, and I didn't get to wear it when it was warm. But now we can wear whatever we want, and I didn't want it to think I had forgotten about it. Don't you like it? It's cute.' Brittany gave a little twirl as if that would prove her point to Santana. The Latina rolled her eyes; trust Brittany to think about the fucking dress's feelings. The blond was right though, the dress was cute. It was light blue and fell to just above the blonde's knees. The colour blended perfectly with Brittany's pale skin and brought out the shocking blue of her eyes, and the way the thin material clung to the dancers toned body made it almost impossible for Santana to tear her eyes away. Before she could help herself, Santana was thinking back over the nights she had spent learning every single inch of the blonde's body; learning what made her giggle, what made her moan, and what made her cling to Santana as if she were the only thing left in the world.
'San?' The sound of Brittany's voice snapped Santana out of her ponderings.
'Hm? Oh, yeah, the dress is cute B.' Brittany flashed Santana a smile that lit up her whole face and Santana felt herself grinning back. Offering the taller girl her pinkie, Santana led them to the cafeteria, where, after eventually convincing Brittany that Coach wasn't spying on them through the security cameras, she bought herself and her best friend the first proper lunch either of them had since starting high school. Yep, Santana thought to herself as she watched Brittany enjoying her food, there were defiantly benefits to Sylvester's absence.
Santana knew that the only reason she had managed to make it through the remainder of the day without beating the crap out of anyone one was because of Brittany, who thankfully shared the last two lessons with her. Every time Santana reached near breaking point, Brittany seemed to sense it, and placed a calming hand on her. At least, it was intended to be calming, but Santana had practically jumped out of her seat when she'd felt Brittany's hand on her thigh the first time. While she was fairly sure that Brittany's intension had been to calm her rather than send her hormones crazy, either way it meant that the lucky jackass who was staring at her got keep full use of all his body parts.
When it was time for the last lesson of the day, Santana and Brittany made their way to the choir room. Both had the period free, and the room was always empty last lesson on a Monday. Spending this hour in the choir room had been a tradition of theirs before they had even joined Glee. Santana had been using the Choir room to practice whatever chance she had since freshman year, and Brittany, finally giving into her curiosity at the start of the year, had followed the Latina one afternoon, and ever afternoon since. Prior to the blondes spying session, Santana had snuck away by herself, telling Brittany and Quinn that she had detention, to practice her singing and piano in secret.
Santana had always loved music. Her grandparents had taken her to see an open air orchestral performance when she'd gone to visit them one summer, and she'd been hooked. At 7 and a half years old, little Santana Lopez knew what she wanted to do when she grew up. She wanted to play music on a big stage, and she wanted people's eyes to water when they heard her. Wanting to encourage this new fascination with music, her grandparents had surprised her with a violin for her 8th birthday. Thinking back on it, Santana figures that they should have realized that this was a bad idea, because seriously, what 8 year old was going to be able to play violin? She had tried though and the afternoon that she had finally managed to play her first piece all the way through, she'd run to show her Papi, who, when Santana had played a few wrong notes by mistake, had ripped the instrument from the small girls hands and smashed it against the wall, effectively ending the girls dreams of being a professional violinist. Of course, at 8 years old, you change your dreams like you change your socks, so over the course of the next two years, Santana tried every single hobby she could think of.
Aside from her love of music, every other aspect of Santana's personality had been more suited to playing rough. She'd loved nothing more than hanging with Puck and Finn, constantly besting both of them in whatever sport they'd decided to play that week. However, once they reached Middle School, the boys had stopped playing with Santana. The only time Puck would even talk to her was when he wanted to make crude jokes at her and/or look up her skirt, and Finn always just blushed and ran away.
Realizing that the rules had changed, Santana had gone on a mission to find a new niche in life. When cheerleading tryouts had come around, Santana had realised that joining the team was the perfect solution to all her problems. Not only would it allow her to get back at Puck and Finn for being total jerks, but it would also get her Papi off her back. What Santana hadn't counted on was the effect that being a part of the cheerleading squad would have on her social life. While it had taken a few weeks for Santana to work out the ropes of popularity, once she had, the rest was easy. She'd quickly befriended Quinn Fabray who, even at 11, was clearly someone whose good side you wanted to be on. By time the girls started high school, Fabray was at the top, and Santana was second in command. Brittany had joined the cheerios in 8th grade, and Santana, taking pity on the girl, had invited her to sit with them. She'd immediately taken a shine to the quirky blonde, and convinced Quinn that Brittany would be an asset.
8th grade had been a good year for Santana. Not only had she met her best friend (She and Quinn had always had too much competition between them to truly be best friends), but it had also been the year that she'd rediscovered music. She'd had to keep it a secret however, because her Papi had expressed numerous times how much of a waste of breath he thought it was. Plus, she had an image to uphold, and there was nothing threatening about singing or playing piano what so ever. Through the remainder of middle school, her music teacher had given Santana free piano and vocal every two weeks. Once she entered high school, the lessons had stopped, but Santana made sure she put aside time to practice, because, despite the fact that no one ever actuallyheard her, Santana would be damned if she didn't remain at the top of her game.
Brittany had been ecstatic when she'd discovered best friend's hidden musical ability, and it wasn't until she'd dragged Santana to round to her Dad's that Santana really understood why the other girl had been so excited. Brittany's parents had split up, and she'd stayed with her mum, so Santana had never had reason to meet Brittany's Dad before. But the man had been something else. At Brittany's request, he had played guitar for Santana, and it was amazing. The guitar was something that Santana had never tried, so when Brittany had whispered in her ear that she knew how to play, and could teach her too, the blondes inclusion into Santana's secret practices was a no brainer.
'I am so not feeling piano today' Santana groaned wearily as they entered the Choir room and her eyes fell on said instrument. Brittany grinned at her, unlinked their pinkies and practically ran across the room to the supply closet. Santana watched as the blonde disappeared, and then came out armed with both her own guitar, and the Latina's. Santana laughed, and walked across the room to take the guitar that the blonde was holding out to her. 'How'd you know?' she asked, and raised an eyebrow sharply when Brittany scoffed at her.
'Please San. You're all stressed 'cause people kept looking at you weird today. I don't get it though; did they really think you didn't own anything except your cheerios uniform? Anyways, I figured you'd be grumpy today, and us playing together always makes you smile, so I came prepared.' Brittany finished with a wink. Santana shook her head, and looked up at the blonde with an expression of admiration that was reserved solely for her; solely for moments like this. It was no secret that Brittany wasn't the brightest crayon in the box academically, but the blonde's ability to read people, and in particular Santana herself, was something that the Latina was sure most of their classmates were completely unaware of. Brittany's tendency to not think before opening her mouth frequently led to people writing her off almost instantly. In fact, Santana was pretty certain that other than herself, the only person who actually listened to Brittany for a reason other than simply cheap laughs was Quinn. She also had a sneaking suspicion that her best friend was developing a friendship with Manhands, but Santana was firmly of the belief that if she didn't bring it up, then it wasn't happening.
'So,' Santana said, settling herself into the chair opposite the blonde, guitar in hand, 'what do you want to start off with?'
'Well, I finished working out Heartbeats last night, want me to show you?' Brittany looked up from her guitar and smiled at Santana, who grinned back, she'd been looking forward to this one.
Brittany spent a few minutes going through the different chord changes and picking patterns with Santana before suggesting they gave it a try - Brittany taking the main riff, with Santana singing and joining in as accompanying guitarist during the choruses. Santana watched as Brittany began to play the steady introduction. It fascinated her that someone with as much energy as the blonde normally radiated could be so calm the instant you gave her an acoustic guitar. Blue eyes locked with brown a fraction of a second before the Latina began to sing, and the two girls remained focused intently on each other throughout the entire song, neither wanting to break out of the fragile cocoon they had built around themselves.
Unfortunately, their private session wasn't as private they'd hoped, and the instant their song ended, the sound of clapping resonated through the choir room. Santana whipped her head around to see a completely stunned looking Mr Schuster standing slack jawed across the other side of the room, his eyes flicking between the two girls as if he had never seen them before. Crap, Santana groaned internally, her previous foul mood returning tenfold, and here I thought today couldn't get any shittier.