Accidentally In Love

Chapter One

Pairings: Brittana, Emily/Santana, Emily/Maya and possibly more later

Santana Lopez stood in the middle of her room as she watched movers take away the last of the boxes that were in the center, leaving it completely bare. She looks around at her empty room, and can't help the scowl from forming on her face. "Mija, are you ready?" She hears her mother ask her, from behind her. She turns towards her door and sees her mother standing against it, smiling at her.

"No." Santana says simply, making her mother sigh, as her hands fall from their crossed position, down to her sides. She pushes herself up off the door and walks towards her daughter. "I'm not going." Santana says stubbornly, folding her arms tightly across her chest.

"I know this is hard for you, but we have to." Her mother says, placing her hand on her daughters arm gently. "Rosewood is a lovely town mija." She adds.

Santana scoffs at her mother, and shrugs her hand off of her shoulder. She turns on her heel and walks over to her window, looking down at the street below her. "I don't understand why dad has to open the new practice, why can't someone else do it?" She asks angrily.

"This is a very good opportunity for him, and we should be proud." Maria, Santana's mother says, staring at the back of her daughters head. "Did you say goodbye to Brittany?" She asks quietly. She sees the girl tense at the mention of the blonde's name, and she can't but let out a sigh. She knew how much Santana was going to miss the blonde. They had been inseparable since birth practically.

Santana slowly nods her head, keeping her gaze out the window as she wills the tears from staying out of her eyes.

Santana walks into Brittany's bedroom, after being let in the house by her mother. She sees the blonde sitting at her desk, watching video's on her laptop. She shuts the door behind her, making Brittany turn around, looking at her. Santana smiles softly at the blonde and walks towards her.

Brittany's smile falls as Santana stares at her, knowing what was happening. "You're leaving?" Brittany asks, as tears begin stinging her eyes. Santana just simply nods, not being able to trust her voice at the moment. Brittany stands up from her chair and pulls Santana into a tight hug as tears begin running down both their cheeks.

Santana shakes her head quickly, willing those memories out of her mind as the tears threaten to spill over her cheeks once again. She didn't care about Lima, or the Cheerio's or anyone of those dumbass' at McKinley High. She could leave all of those things behind without even looking back. But Brittany that was another story. The thought of never seeing the blonde again, broke her heart into a million pieces. Of course they agreed they'd call each other, and try and visit during breaks, but Santana knew people always said that, but it never happened. She was determined to make it happen though.

"Trucks all packed up." Santana hears her father's voice say. She turns around and sees her father standing next to her mother, putting his arm around her. He looks at Santana, and his smile quickly fades when he takes in her features. "Baby, I know this hard." He says with a sigh.

Santana just shakes her head, holding out her hand, stopping him from speaking. "Let's just go." She says, brushing past the both of them. She knew they were moving away, no matter how much she kicked and screamed, so she figured now the best thing to do was just surrender. She had tried fighting them for the past two weeks, since she found out she was moving, and it had gotten her nowhere.

She walks out of her house, and sees Brittany running down the sidewalk, towards her house. The blonde quickly approaches her, and pulls her into a tight hug, almost knocking her down. "What are you doing here?" Santana asks, surprised. She wraps her arms around Brittany's waist, tightly.

"I already missed you." Brittany replies, innocently, pulling back slightly from the hug. Santana smiles sadly at the blonde before pulling her back into her, for another hug. "Santana, I can't do this without you." She says, and Santana can hear the tears in her voice. "I need you." She adds, as sobs rack her body.

Santana sees her parents walking out of the house, looking sadly at the two of them. "Brittany, you can do this okay?" She says sternly, pulling back enough to look Brittany in the eyes. Brittany just shakes her head violently in reply to the Latina's statement. "Yes. Yes you can. You're strong Britt, and you can do anything. But if you do need m you can call me anytime for any reason." Santana says firmly, hoping that the blonde got the point. "Even if it's 3 o clock in the morning." She adds, pointing out that she really meant anytime.

Brittany just sniffles but eventually slowly nods in reply. "Santana." The Latina's father says, walking up behind them. She looks back at her father, and nods at him, knowing it was time to go.

She pulls Brittany into another hug, "I love you B." Santana whispers into the blonde ear. "Always."

"I love you too, S." Brittany chokes out. Santana pulls away and smiles at the blonde before leaning in kissing her cheek. She pulls back and squeezes the blonde's hand before dropping it, letting it fall to her side.

Santana walks over to the car, and climbs in the passenger seat next to her mother as her father got into the moving van. She looks out the window, and blows Brittany a kiss as they drive past her. She feels her mother's hand on her leg, and looks down at it as she squeezes her thigh, comfortingly. Santana looks up at her mother and sees her glance at her, giving her a small smile. "It'll be okay." Maria says in a soft tone.

Santana doesn't reply, but just looks out her window as she watches the town of Lima go past her. She couldn't reply, because she wasn't sure yet, if in fact everything would be okay.

oOoOo

An hour into the ride Santana had her seat leaning back, and her eyes closed as she listened to the radio. She feels her phone vibrate in her lap, and quickly pulls it up hovering it over her face, looking at the flashing screen. She can't help but smile when she sees Brittany's name. She slides her fingers across the screen unlocking it, and reads over the text message.

Brittany (1:43p.m) Santana I need you!

Santana sits up in her seat, her eyebrows furrowing as she quickly texts the blonde back. Her mother looks over at her concerned by her sudden abrupt actions, and asks what was wrong but the younger girl just continued tapping away on her phone, ignoring her mother's questions.

Sent (1:43p.m) What's wrong baby?

Santana taps her fingers against her leg impatiently as she waits for her best friend to reply. She was already thinking of way she could convince her mother to turn around. And if that didn't work she was thinking of the best method of jumping out of car, causing the least damage to herself.

She feels her phone vibrate and quickly unlocks her phone, reading over the message; her heart beating quickly against her chest.

Brittany (1:44p.m) I can't find Ballad!

Santana's shoulders drop, and she lets out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She should have known that it wouldn't be anything to major. Brittany always seemed to freak out about little things; although they weren't little to her. She would always call Santana freaking out, making the Latina think she was hurt or something, but it would turn out to be something just like this; losing her stuffed duck.

Sent (1:45p.m) Did you check under the covers B?

A few minutes pass and there was no response from the blonde. Santana figured she was in her room tearing her bed apart searching for the plush animal.

"Mija, is everything okay?" Maria asks, glancing quickly over at Santana before turning her eyes back over to the road.

Santana was about to reply to her mother but felt her phone go off again. She quickly unlocks the phone once again ignoring her mother as she read over the message.

Brittany (1:49p.m) Thanks S! I found him! (:

The corners of the Latina's lips curve upwards, but she can't help but roll her eyes at her best friend. "Santana?" The Latina hears her mother say, making her shake her head and look over at her mom, remembering she had asked her a question.

"Everything's fine. Brittany just needed help with something. She's fine." Santana says with a nod, before turning back to her phone to reply to Brittany. But before she could do that her phone goes off once again; another message from Brittany.

Brittany (1:51p.m) See S! I do need you! It's only been like an hour and I already needed you! ):

Santana lets out a loud sigh as she runs her fingers through her long raven hair. She rests her head on the back of her seat once again, trying to figure out what she could say to the blonde. This was just as hard for her as it was Brittany, but she knew she had to stay strong for her. She was finding harder and harder to be able to do so though. "What is it baby?" Maria asks, placing a hand on her thigh gently.

"Nothing." Santana mumbles, pinching the bridge of her nose with her index finger and thumb. She knew her mother would see right through that, but she really didn't have the energy to even try and convince her mother that she was okay. "It's just Brittany." She says with a sigh. "She's really upset that we're moving."

Maria nods her head slowly in understanding. That was the first thing Maria had thought about once she had told Santana they were moving. Santana had been inseparable since the beginning and she knew both girls were going to take this extremely hard. She had a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that her and the blonde were more than just best friends, but she was waiting on Santana to come out and tell her, if that was true. "It'll get easier baby, and it's not like you won't ever see each other again." She says, and Santana just nods, rolling her eyes as if she didn't believe her mom. "I promise I will drive you back to see her on some weekends okay?"

Santana looks over at her mom after this statement, and Maria looks over at her daughter giving her a smile and a firm head nod, proving that she was serious about what she was saying. "Thanks mom." Santana says sincerely. She looks back down at her phone and begins typing out her reply.

Sent (3:56p.m) You'll be okay B I promise. Know matter how far away I am from you, I still won't let anything happen to you. My mom even said she would drive me back to see you on the weekends!

o0o0o

Hours into the ride Santana stares boredly out the window, watching the trees pass by them. She had talked to Brittany for another couple of hours until the blonde had to go for dinner. Santana had then fallen asleep for almost 3 hours. She was running out of things to do and the songs on the radio were starting to get old as they repeated basically the same ones over and over.

They pass by an old wooden sign that says welcome to Rosewood. She glances over at her mother who smiles widely at her. "Home sweet home." she says cheerfully in hopes of raising the brunette's spirits, although she knew that probably wouldn't happen.

The city was small, probably about the same size as Lima, was very suburban. Santana almost felt like she was on Wisteria Lane from Desperate Housewives. As they drive through the neighborhood they pass a few people outside walking down the street; a few on bikes. They pull up into a driveway and Santana leans forward looking up at the house in front of her. Her parents had made the trip to Rosewood a few weeks back to pick out the house, but Santana had refused to go, so this was her first time seeing it.

It was a light blue two story framed house with a white picket fence enclosing the yard. It looked like it was straight out of the 50's. She opens her car door and gets out, glancing around at her surroundings. She hears a truck behind her and turns to see her dad pulling into the driveway with the moving van. "Honey, go and pick out which room you want so we can start bringing your stuff in." She tells Santana placing a hand on her shoulder.

Santana just simply nods, and her mother hands her the key to the house. She walks in the front door and glances around the place. To her right was the living room, and a hallway which she figured led to the master bedroom and over to her left was the kitchen and what she figured would be the dining room. She makes her way up the staircase that was in front of the door, and walks down the hallway.

She walks in and out of the two upstairs bedrooms debating on which one she wanted. They were basically exactly the same, and were conjoined with a bathroom, meaning either room she picked she'd have her own bathroom. Closing her eyes she made a mental note of the downstairs floor plan, deciding on room number two because the other was over her parents bedroom. "Nice choice." She hears her mothers voice say from behind her.

She turns around and sees her mother carrying a box labeled Santana in her arms. Santana just simply nods at her mother before taking the box out of her hands, sitting it on the floor next to her, before walking back out of the bedroom, and out of the house.

Maria sighs, but follows her daughter. She knew how hard this was on Santana and how angry she was at them for making her move, but she knew that in time Santana would warm up to the new town, and maybe even learn to love it.

Santana waits outside the truck, leaning up against it with her arms folded over her chest as her father and mother unload some of the boxes. She glances around the neighborhood, taking in all of the houses around her. She saw an old lady next door to her, standing in her front lawn with her shitzu, letting the dog do it's business. She then looked across the street where she saw a blonde and a brunette girl talking on the porch. The brunette was short and had a Goth look going on, and the blonde looked very girly with her heels and bling.

She had to admit that both of them were very attractive, not as attractive as Brittany of course but attractive none the less. The shorter brunette girl pulls the blonde into a quick hug, before pulling back. The blonde smiles and gives her a small wave before walking down the steps of the porch towards a silver Mercedes parked on the side of the road.

Before getting into her car the blonde looks up meeting Santana's gaze, making the Latina's eyes widen and her cheeks redden from being caught staring. The blonde offers her a wave, and Santana hesitantly waves back, before standing up off the moving van, deciding now would be a good time to help her parents unpack.

o0o0o

"Santana! Get up!" Maria yells, throwing the covers off of her daughters body. Santana curls up into a ball, groaning as she wraps her arms around her legs that were pressed up against her chest. "Santana you are going to be late!" She yells poking her daughter who just swats her hand away. "Now!" Maria yells before walking out of her daughters room.

Santana slowly opens her eyes after hearing her mother leave and groans, looking around the room. She still had yet to unpack hardly anything; boxes were swarming her room. She had tried convincing her mother to let her stay home from school for at least one day to get things unpacked, but she had insisted she needed to go considering they were already almost halfway into the semester.

She looks over at her nightstand table, and grabs her phone. She looks at the picture of her and Brittany on her background for a moment, before sliding her finger across the screen opening it. She scrolls down to Brittany's name, and starts typing out a text message.

Sent (7:06a.m) Morning beautiful (: Are you up?

She places her phone down on her bed and practically rolls out of bed, making her way over to a few boxes. One by one she digs through the boxes, tossing clothes all over the room, searching for her outfit. She finally settles on dark skinny jeans a solid black v-neck and her camo jacket. She hears her phone vibrate from across the room and quickly makes her way over to it, opening the message.

Brittany (7:11a.m) Morning San! I wasn't up, thank you for waking me! Schools going to be weird without you! ):

Santana shakes her head a small smile playing on her lips. It had become a habit for Santana to text to the blonde in the mornings when she got up. Not only because she liked the blonde being the first person she talked to, but also because otherwise Brittany would sleep right through first and second period.

Sent (7:13a.m) I know baby, but it'll be okay. I love you and I'll call you when I can. Have a good day.

Santana tosses her phone onto her bed, before picking up her attire for the day, and walking into the bathroom to shower and get ready.

Once showered, and fully dressed she makes her way downstairs where she sees her mother unpacking a couple of boxes in the living room. Maria looks up hearing her daughter, and lets out a breath, "Finally." She says, making the younger girl roll her eyes. "Let's go." She says, grabbing her keys.

"Mom?" Santana asks, stopping mid-step. Her mother turns around and looks at her, waiting on her to continue. "Can I just borrow your car? I don't want you dropping me off." Santana says, folding her arms over her chest.

Maria looks at her daughter, contemplating this for a moment, before sighing dramatically. "Fine. But come home right after school. I need my car later this afternoon." She says, handing the keys over to Santana.

"Thanks mom." Santana says, leaning in to kiss her mother on the cheek. She spots her backpack on the couch, and picks it up, throwing her bag over her shoulder. "Love you!" She shouts to her mother before rushing out the front door.

She opens up the car door and sees the same brunette from yesterday walking out the front door of the house across the street, this time with a boy who looked a few years younger. The girl looks over at her making Santana avert her gaze do the door as she opens it. She gets inside the car and glances in the rear view mirror, and sees the shorter girl getting into her own car with the boy. She quickly puts the car into reverse and pulls out of the driveway, making her way down the road towards the school.

o0o0o

Santana makes her way down the hallway glancing from her schedule up at the doors, searching for her room. She school was small, possibly smaller than McKinley and she couldn't comprehend on how she could not find this classroom.

She sighs in defeat and looks at her locker number that the counselor had written down on her schedule. She glances at the lockers next to her and notices she was close to her own. She walks a few more feet down the hallway, stopping in front of the number that was hers. She looks down at the combination and turns the dial, putting the numbers in one by one. She yanks down on the lock, but it doesn't come unclasped and she sighs, loudly. She tries once again, only to get the same result. This was not her day.

She turns around and leans up against her locker looking at the hallway around her. It was getting close to class time and the students were slowly dissipating. She thought about asking someone for help, but she was Santana fucking Lopez; she didn't ask for help.

Turning back around, she drops her head onto her locker; her forehead hitting the surface with a thud. "Hey, you okay?" She hears a voice ask, making her turn around to see where the voice had come from. She sees the blonde girl she had seen yesterday across the street. "Hey, I saw you yesterday. You moved into the house across from Aria." She says with a smile. Santana just looks at her briefly, wondering if she should know who Aria was. "She's one of my best friends." The blonde says with a shrug. Santana just nods once again, not knowing what to say to the girl. "I'm Hanna Marin." She says, offering her hand out to the Latina.

"Santana." The brunette replies, taking the blonde's hand in hers shaking it.

"Got a last name? or is it like Cher, or Madonna?" Hanna asks with a smirk. Santana looks at the girl unamused, raising one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows. "Gonna play mysterious. Okay I'm with you." Hanna says with a nod affirming her statement. "Did you need help with anything? You looked frustrated." She says after giving up on learning more about the Latina.

"I just couldn't get my locker opened." Santana says with a shrug as if it was no big deal. She was about to walk past the blonde, but she grabs the schedule out of her hand, making Santana stop in her tracks and turn back to Hanna who was turning the dial of her locker. "Um what if I didn't want you knowing my combo?" Santana asks, placing a hand on her hip.

"Please. Like I'll remember." Hanna says with a sarcastic laugh. She tugs on the luck, successfully opening it before turning to smile proudly at Santana. She hands the brunette the lock, and Santana just rolls her eyes, but places a few of her things inside. "You're welcome." Hanna says, rolling her eyes.

"Do you know where room 107 is?" Santana asks, completely ignoring the blonde's previous statement.

Hanna looks down at the schedule to see what class it was and nods her head. "Yeah, Biology, I can show you." She offers, shrugging her shoulders. Santana looks at the blonde for a moment before sighing, nodding her head. She really didn't want to follow this girl around, she could just tell her where to go, but she had a feeling Hanna wasn't going to do that. "Come on." The blonde says, grabbing the Latina's hand, pulling her down the hallway.

o0o0o

Santana makes her way out of Biology in a bad mood. It was her first day and her first class and she already had tons of homework. She apparently had a lot of catching up to do because they hadn't learned the same things in her previous school. She makes her way to her locker dropping off her new textbook at her locker. Not being able to get it open once again, she sighs and ends up just putting it in her backpack, before walking to her next class.

She had art next, and she had pretty easily found the art room, unlike this morning with her first class. She wasn't really an art person so she wasn't too sure about this class, but she needed an art elective, and this school apparently didn't have a glee club. Not that she would ever admit it aloud, but she had been disappointed when she had heard the news.

She throws her backpack onto one of the tables, and takes a seat in the chair, watching as other students made their way into the room. A tall brunette walks into the room a couple moments later and stares at Santana for a moment before directing her attention to the empty chair next to her. She places her bag on the table and sits down, before looking back over at the Latina. "Can I help you?" Santana asks, her voice coming out a lot less scary than she had intended.

A blush appears on the girls cheeks, and she quickly looks down at the table, shaking her head. "No sorry, you are just in my seat." She says shyly, biting her lip.

"Do you want me to move?" Santana asks, confusing herself. Normally she would have told them to deal with it. She wasn't sure why she seemed to not be able to be mean to this girl, no matter how hard she tried.

The girl next to her just shakes her head, looking back over at Santana. "No, don't be silly this seat is fine." She says, nodding her head firmly. Santana mirrors her actions, nodding her head at the taller girl. "I'm Emily." She greets shyly.

"Santana." The Latina says as a small smile appears on the other girls face. Santana couldn't help but feel a smile tugging at her own lips at the adorableness of this girl. She seemed so shy, and it was extremely cute.