|We Are Young
Author: Nayas-Wankys PM
Santana Lopez is the brand new young nerd at Mckinley High. What better way to introduce her into her new school with some friendly faces?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Family - Santana L. & Brittany P. - Chapters: 7 - Words: 17,387 - Reviews: 51 - Favs: 85 - Follows: 175 - Updated: 02-26-13 - Published: 07-31-12 - id: 8377530
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Chapter 4: Got A Secret Can You Keep It?
A/N: Sorry for the long wait :P I had writer's block :) Uh, so enjoy this chapter? I guarantee that a lot of stuff is going to be revealed next chapter ;)
Life was pretty good. Well that was an understatement. Life was pretty damn good. Not only had Santana survived a month at Mckinley without a slushy facial and seeing Puck, that much. She and Brittany practically became best friends.
This of course put a smile on her face every morning but the only thing that got her down the most was her paranoia.
Sure Puck wasn't exactly scary, I mean she had seen much much worse than him but she didn't exactly want to get her clothes dirty. Plus her glasses were way to expensive to get dirty or broken.
But of course she has to thank the lord that she has Brittany by her side every day.
So on that Friday morning walking into school with Brittany holding onto her pinkie, she couldn't help but feel that something was wrong.
Everyone just acknowledged them with a nod before returning to their conversations. Normal. Brittany was chatting aimlessly about Lord Tubbington's recent adventure. Normal. Although the not so normal thing was, Noah freaking Puckerman.
Well everything about that guy wasn't normal but what was particularly interesting is where he was standing.
At Brittany's locker, unfortunately.
As Santana and Brittany got closer and closer to their destination Puckerman's smirk grew bigger and bigger.
Of course Santana felt as this was the moment that she was going to meet her fate. But surely not in front of Brittany. She thought to herself.
Dude, it's not as if Brittany could do anything about it, I mean you're on the bottom of the social ladder so Puck can do what the fuck he wants.
Santana stopped having a conversation with her brilliant mind just in time to find her and Brittany at Britt's locker.
Brittany's face couldn't help but scrunch up a bit when she found Puck at her locker. She'd only spoken to him a few times and most of the time she didn't understand what he was talking about.
"Hey Puck." she said trying to sound cheerful. But secretly in her mind wishing him away from her locker so she could just get her stuff and go to Maths with Santana.
"Hey sexy. Sup nerd." he nodded his head once to acknowledge their presence. Both Brittany and Santana supported disgusted looks on their faces clearly not impressed with Puck's very limited vocabulary of compliments.
"You know, not to be rude or anything," Puck raised his eyebrows at Santana, "But why are you at Brittany's locker?" she finished with a raised eyebrow.
Puck scoffed and answered with what he would like to call his 'seductive' voice. "Obviously I'm here for Brittany," and his voice immediately changed to disgust. "And not for your annoying loser face." he looked quite pleased with himself with that comeback.
Santana was used to his little digs at her because over the past month whenever he would rarely pass her he would say the same things. "Loser, nerd, smarty pants, smart ass." To be honest Santana was actually surprised that he thought they were insulting things.
"Wow Noah. You used a pretty big word there. I think that "annoying" has been your biggest yet." Santana replied her arms now crossed and a little smirk on her face.
"You-" before Puck could even finish Brittany jumped in, her arms flapping wildly.
"GUYS! STOP!" she said looking at Santana and then Puck. Happy that they were being quiet she turned to Puck. "What is it Puck?" she questioned with annoyance in her tone.
Santana mentally thanked Brittany for looking pissed at Puckerman because his stance faltered a bit.
"I was thinking that maybe you and I could go a club sometime? I heard that you're a pretty great dancer and I want to see what you got. Maybe we go and get something to eat afterwards as well?" he asked with his 'seductive' voice back and sent Brittany a wink.
Santana narrowed her eyes a little at Puck and he just glared at her. Brittany on the other hand was completely oblivious to what was going on and just stood there shocked.
She heard that Puck normally does this if he thinks that a chick is hot and wants her panties. Of course she wondered why Puck wanted girls panties, does he like do their laundry or something?
They all stood in silence for a few awkward seconds before Puck broke it.
"So Brittany?" she looked at him with questioning eyes. "Will you do me the honour of letting me take you to dinner and a dance?" he asked with a, what you COULD call, genuine smile.
Brittany wasted in no time in answering. "Puck I would love to-" Santana's eyes widened and smirk disappeared and Puck's face broke out into a grin. "But-" Santana and Puck's faces quickly switched emotions. "I'm afraid to say that I'm not free at all because I got a lot of Cheerios practice and I'm spending every afternoon after that getting my bike fixed."
"What about when your bike is fixed?" Puck asked with hope in your voice. Brittany let on, what looked like a sad smile, before answering shaking her head.
"You see Puck if I really wanted to lose my virginity to a slut I would have just went to one of the hookers that hang around outside of Breadstix." Brittany said with so much innocence and a shrug of her shoulders.
Santana choked on her laughter as she remembered that she said nearly the same thing to Puck when he offered his 'services' Puck's face was completely horrified. Hearing Santana's choked laugh he decided that this was time for revenge.
"You know what Brittany? You're disgusted with me being a slut. Maybe you should ask what your little 'friend' here is." he said with venom in his voice.
Santana looked at him, confusion written all over her face. What the hell does that mean dick head? Brittany wore the same expression.
"What in the hell does that mean fuckerman?" Santana asked with anger in her voice. She knew that if she lost it, it would be very bad but she didn't understand what Puckerman's problem was.
Puck let out a almost manic laugh before raising his voice a octave higher.
"I've done my research on you Lopez. And I found out a little interesting fact about you. Something that you probably don't want the whole school to know." Brittany's face with mixed with even more confusion before she turned and looked at Santana's pale face.
Oh shit. Oh holy mother. SHIT! Santana thought. Crap. Okay just play it cool.
"If you think that I'm a slut like you Puckerman than you are completely wrong and your little fail of a research is pretty crap." she challenged with a little bit of shakiness in her voice.
"I never said that YOU were a slut Lopez. I mean I highly doubt with your glasses and the way you dress. Oh and your complete obsession with super heroes and acting like a spoilt little brat. Not to mention-"
Santana could feel her blood boiling and just as she was going to ask him what the hell his problem was, someone beat her to it.
"SHUT THE HELL UP PUCK! AND LEAVE SANTANA ALONE!" Brittany practically screamed at him. Santana stared at Brittany wide eyed before taking a quick look around the hallway. Seeing that everyone had basically stopped walking and started to be nosy bastards she tried to calm Brittany down.
"Britt it doesn't matter-" Santana tried.
"No. This is stupid. Puck everyone knows that you talk shit about everyone! But that the hell is your problem with Santana she did nothing to you." Puck was staring wide eyed at Brittany clearly not use to her losing her cool. "We all know that you just want every girl's panties which is kinda stupid, so what the hell is your problem with Santana?" Brittany finished her rant panting and staring at Puck with a clenched jaw.
It felt like time stood still right there. And of course Puck being the 'proud' man he is, clearly didn't like being shouted at by a girl. Definitely not Brittany. A heartbeat later Puck screamed with venom in his voice.
"YOU SEE MY LITTLE PROBLEM WITH SANTANA IS-" Santana swore that she stopped breathing right there. "THAT SHE IS THE WORLD'S BIGGEST DYKE!" in that moment you could here a pin drop.
Santana felt her blood boil and her blood pumping in her ears really loudly. All she could hear was white noise.
You mother fucking bitch. Santana thought. Before she could even question what she was doing she felt her arm raise and her fingers close into a fist. And the only thing that broke her out of the white noise faze was the sound of her fist colliding with Puck's face.
A/N 2: Damn Santana that was a bit vicious for a nerd :)
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