AU: Hey, so this story has been kicking around in my head for a couple of days, and I really enjpy reading Nerd!Brittany or Santana, so I thought I'd give it a try. Read, Review, and I hope you like it! :)

Schoolwork has never been an issue. She flew through all her classes, surprisingly. School itself on the other hand, was more of a problem.
The McKinley student body obviously had a problem with people being different. She, being a bisexual and a super-nerd, was one of McKinley's number one losers- a constant target for slushy facials and harsh words.
The nerds of McKinley respected each other enough to avoid one another in the hallways, so they wouldn't be even more prone to humiliation. They were friends behind the scenes, in comic book club, or Glee club- whatever. Just not in the halls, for the good of everyone. If they did pass each other, sure, they'd make polite eye contact and nod.
"Hey, Loser!" Sneered one of her most common tormentors voices, before a cold and sticky kind of shame was running down her back and slipping into her eyes into her glasses. As always, the hallway was flitted with laughter, the loudest from the jocks and the Cheerios, some was just an awkward laughing, for they didn't want the popular kids to turn on them. Some people just stared in sympathy, but wouldn't be caught dead helping her- they had the same issue as those with the awkward giggles.
She turned, face down, carefully sidestepping Quinn Fabray and some other Cheerios that had tagged along, and sniffed her way quietly into the nearest washroom. Over the past two years, she had become nearly immune to the sting the slushy brought- but not to the embarressment that splashed its way along.
She wet down some paper towel, and sadly wiped off the purple from her face, and tried to get as much as she could out of her hair or off her clothes. Once she figured she'd wiped off as much as she could, she just looked at herself. Surely, she'd be repeating this at another point today, and it was getting tiring.
Sniffing, she pushed up her glasses; four years ago today, she would never ever expect this to be happening. Four years ago today- which was some point in eighth grade- she was happily bouncing around in the halls of middle school with her best friend; Quinn Fabray. Some boys actually kind of liked her back then, too. They were nice to her, and would sometimes blush and get all stiff and awkward when she was around. Back then, she thought she was quite pretty; her long blonde hair, pretty blue eyes behind her glasses, skinny fit body and cute freckles on her nose and cheekbones. Back then, Brittany Pierce wasn't laughed at.
But then, they went to highschool- they were scared little freshman that had both expierienced a slushy at some point or another; although it was obvious she got it more than Quinn did. Freshman year was a confusing year. When Cheerio tryouts started, Quinn was super excited; oh, how Quinn wanted to be a Cheerio so bad! She convinced Brittany to tryout with her; although Coach Sue seemed pretty impressed with Quinn's confidence and skill, nearly the moment she stepped into the gym for her tryout- being a self conscious nerd with glasses; she was laughed out of the room. While Quinn made it on the squad, she still made an effort to hangout with Brittany now and again on the weekends. That's when the really confusing stuff started; she started to feel little bursts of electricity whenever Quinn hugged her- it was the same feeling she got when boys she liked touched her or even talked to her. It was scary, but she tried to brush it aside. It would pass... hopefully.
Well, it didn't. In fact, the more Quinn drifted away during the year, the worse it got. And after having a specific dream, and several day dreams, she eventually had to face reality; she was bi. It was her deepest and darkest secret; you can't be gay or bi in Lima, it just was not accepted.

She used to keep a diary, she wrote in it over freshman year, about her thoughts, her feelings. Eventually, she forgot about it though, it got swept somewhere under the bed, and it wasn't missed. Which is exactly why she never noticed it gone.

So, on the last day of school on freshman year- a couple of the Cheerios- mostly seniors- Quinn among them, marched up to her in the halls in the morning, and declared it to the heavens. They made it very clear they knew, and made sure everyone else in the hallway knew too. And then they shoved her old missing diary in her arms, before dumping three whole slushies on her head, and flocking away.
It was mortifying. Especially Quinn's expression; a strong mix of disgust, betrayal, confusion, and maybe some sadness. Maybe it was just her head playing tricks on her.
Then at the pep rally at the end of school, the jocks slushied the living hell out of her.
Since then, she'd just embraced her inner nerd; at least that way she could join clubs and meet friends that didn't care what she was. Friends like Tina, Kurt, Sam and Artie. The nerd herd.
Brittany was so swept up in her thoughts she almost missed the second period bell ringing. She hurried out of the bathroom, and made her way down to Mr. Schuesters Spanish classroom.

Mr. Schue was a bit of a mess nowadays, he was just going through a divorce. She wondered about the Glee kids, how they were doing; the club must be a bit of a mess too. She ought to ask Tina and Kurt about it.
Spanish was her worst class; mostly because she just wasn't interested in learning another language, even though she definitely knew it was a necessary thing in almost any job she could want. Not that she was fully decided on that anyways.

Mr. Schue was rambling on about something, she wasn't listening. Not a lot of people were; it was obvious he'd had a drink or two at some point.
Resting her head on her hand, she doodled her cat half heartedly on her notebook with her other hand. Which reminded her, she should really get Lord Tubbington on a diet...
"Hey," She heard someone say, she blocked them out, because she already knew that if they believed she were eavesdropping, they'd make some kind of rude remark or maybe an extra slushy later. God, people are awful.
"Hey!" They said a little more forcefully, and to her surprise she felt someone nudge her elbow. A little startled, she looked up to see who it was; after all, who would be talking to her?
It was an even greater shock that the person talking to her was the Cheerio sitting in front of her. To add to that shock, it was one of the top Cheerios; and maybe the biggest bitch in this school; Santana Lopez.
It felt like someone kicked her in the gut; oh Christ, this can't be good. She must've gotten bored and started to pick on her, and some jocks will silently join in pretty soon, hoping to get the Cheerio to laugh and hoping to look cooler. Or something stupid like that.
"Can I borrow your eraser?" The Latina asked, pointing lazily to the used white blob of an eraser she had sitting on her desk.
An eraser? That's a horrible excuse for a trick.
She furrowed her brow in suspicion at the Cheerio; hopefully, Santana see's that she knows this is a stupid trick, and it'll just backfire at her- she's not that dumb!
Santana rolled her eyes and groaned quietly, "I don't fucking bite, just let me borrow your eraser!"

Hesitantly, Brittany picked up her eraser and dropped it in Santana's hand, who just muttered something in Spanish and turned around in her seat, eraser in hand.
What the hell is this? This doesn't just happen! Cheerios don't just ask losers like her to borrow erasers! They go out of their way to not make any decent contact with them. Yet, Santana just did?!
The Latina turned around again, and again, made a conscious effort to drop the eraser back in her hand, "Thank you!" She sounded exasperrated, but- what was that? A ghost of a smile played on the Latina's lips. A guilty smile. Alright, the jigs up- what happened? What's going on- what did you do?
Santana turned around in her seat again, leaving Brittany staring at the eraser, inspecting it to make sure nothing happened. It wasn't wet like she spat on it, nothing was doodled on it- it was untouched.
An emotion changed within her- almost a fuzzy, happy feeling. Almost. Her spirits were just a little perked that someone so popular kindly acknowledged her. Didn't even call her that stupid name some of the jocks made up 'Bittany' It wasn't even a funny or clever name!
Smiling a little at herself, she placed the eraser back on her desk- and went on as always through the rest of the class.

She back at unease by lunch. Lunch was when she got the majority of her slushies. It just added to her discomfort seeing Sam get slushied earlier at lunch.
Brittany liked to walk home at lunch, considering it was safer there and she wouldn't have to pay for lunch. Plus, there was no painful reminder that you can't even talk to your friends at lunch because you were all such losers.
She shrugged her hoodie over her head, it was raining pretty hard outside. But it was only a six minute walk; she'd walked it so much she knew the exact time it took. Now, if only she could sneak her way over to the doors without a slushy facial, it'll be a relatively good day. Of course, there was after school too. But that wasn't to be worried about now.
"Afternoon, Bittany," The cool voice of Noah Puckerman greeted (Or as she and her friends liked to secretly call him; Pukerman)

"Puck, that isn't even a clever name," Another familiar voice sighed, "I don't understand why you jocks are so attached to it...?"
She continued down the hall, hoping the two of them would maybe get in a bicker and forget about her,
"Whatever!" Puck snapped, "That's not the point! The point is, I think we need to reinstate the daily slushy terror," You could almost hear the devilish grin in his voice.
"You ready?" The girl giggled, and Brittany picked up her pace; she could maybe get out of here in time to run into the rain.
"Ready, babe. Let's make some purple on this losers face!"
And before she could get another two steps, Pucks stupid mohawked head was in her sight, tossing a blue slushy directly at her eyes, which made her somewhat happy she had glasses, followed by one Santana Lopez adding a red slushy at her face.
So much for a possible turning tables, she thought bitterly as she wiped the mush out of her eyes and off her thick, a little too big glasses.
She didn't even bother really cleaning herself off this time, she just walked home in the rain without her hood on, so nature could just wash her off.

So what'd you guys think? Is it worth it? Should I continue?