When a coach addresses you as sandbags, you don't quite know what to do.

The boob job was my idea, and I admit it was a mistake (even if it got me a hell of a lot of attention). Being on the bottom of a pyramid for a whole cheer season was punishment enough. I know I'm not the thinnest girl around, but those fatty Lime Heights Cheerios, all stacked on top of you, is just a little too much torture.

If it's anything I learned, though, from my heritage is that you take absolutely no shit from anyone. There were two people that rule, however, didn't apply to; Coach Sylvester, and Brittany Pearce.

Brittany is self explanatory. I've felt responsible for her since we met freshman year. I had sex with the girl, for goodness sakes, and even if I hated to admit it; she was the reason I was a lesbian. Her and her only. Though I know she's innocent, she's the only person I've bluntly allowed to make my life a living hell.

Sue, she's another story. I wouldn't take any crap from that woman if she weren't my ticket out of this place. If it meant taking all the comments about my sexuality and my boobs, I would allow it just to get the hell out of Lima Heights, Ohio.

Recently, though, it's been a long week. After Schuester kicked me from Glee club, I got a little insecure. Most would think I have no reason to be self-conscious, seeing as my body is one of the sexiest in the school, but I am. I like to be a part of things, especially things concerning people I consider my high school family.

I'll admit, I've given them all a pretty rough time, what with my remarks about Sam's trouty mouth, Rachel's unnerving lack of altitude, and the whole thing with Mercedes (what can I say, I just can't stand the fatty!). But, even if it doesn't seem like it, I care.

And when you're separated from those people you care about, life gets hard. And yeah, I pledged my alliance with the club again, but it's hard to pick up the broken glass when sometimes you just can't see it.

That was when I decided I needed a break.

"Brittany!"

The blonde ponytail whipped around and I came face to face with Brittany for the first time today. I gave a smile as we both made our way toward the Glee club, "I've got to talk to you about something."

"What is it, Santana?" she asked with an airy smile.

"I want to take you somewhere," I answered, and gave a smirk.

"Well, if it's Glee club, we're already half way there. And I don't want to get caught in the janitor's closet again...You know, teachers don't react too well to things like that."

Shaking my head, I gently took hold of her arm and pulled her aside, "Not like that. I want to take you somewhere," I looked around to make sure there weren't any curious ears eavesdropping (I couldn't miss a chance to beat up some nosy little prick, now could I?), "Let's go to Los Angeles."

"Sorry, Santana," Brittany apologized as she exited her house. Lord Tubbington sat lazily in the windowsill, eying us both, and Brittany stopped to wave good by and recite the cat the emergency numbers, "I couldn't find Kurt!"

"Kurt?" I questioned as the two of us climbed into my car. I adjusted the mirror, only to find all of our bags were blocking the back window. I wasn't about to fix it; if some loser can't see my car about to back over their sorry ass, too bad!

"My unicorn," she stated, as if that were all the logic her answer needed. I nodded and gave her a smile. She laughed.

At that moment in time, as I backed out of the drive way and began the long drive out of Lima, time seemed to disappear and I was only left to myself, Brittany, and of course Kurt (her stuffed unicorn), with the wind in our faces and our whole trip ahead of us.

"We're going to Los Angeles, baby!"

A/N: Created for a friend (Santana98), please review. =D I don't know how often this will be updated, or if it's even any good, but I'd love some feedback, good or bad. It's a challenge to see how many reviews I can get, so help me out, please. :D