A/N: This is a bit different than what I'm used to writing. I haven't written anything other than Glee before. I really like Emily and Santana and I thought writing them together could be a great story. Without further ado, here is the first chapter.
Rosewood, Pennsylvania: Population 7,989. That's how it had been for as long as anyone could remember. As a few left the strange town, others came in. Santana Lopez and Quinn Fabray happened to be among the wanderers. Lima, Ohio hadn't been what they had been hoping for. Both girls hopped in the blonde's car and drove as far as they could. They made it into Pennsylvania before the car broke down. Santana and Quinn were stranded on a road with no traffic. After walking a few miles in the direction the sign pointed to, they found the seemingly quaint town. The girls continued walk through the streets until they rounded a corner too quickly, successfully bumping into a barista outside a small coffee shop. The girl dropped her cleaning supplies. Santana quickly bent down to help her pick up as she started to apologize profusely.
"I am so sorry. I really didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry."
Santana handed the barista her bucket with her supplies back. This was the first chance she had to see the girl. She was a bit taller than Santana even in just tennis shoes. Her hair was just a bit lighter than Santana's but looked soft to the touch. Her skins was darker. Santana knew that it wasn't a white girl with a tanning obsession, but that she was of a different race. She also looked as if she had been working a long shift. Her eyes seemed tired and she had random bits of flour covering her clothing. Her hair had been falling out of its original place. Despite all of this, Santana was still stunned by her looks. There weren't any girls like that back in Lima. She was starting to actually like that they got stuck in another small town. Then, Santana heard her speak.
"It's no problem. Things like this happen all the time."
The girl held the bucket in one arm and extended the other one out.
"I'm Emily by the way. Emily Fields."
Santana was still shocked. The girl, Emily, was not only beautiful, but had the most angelic voice she had ever heard. Finally, Santana shook herself out of the trance she had been in. She connected her hand with Emily's and shook it.
"I..I'm S..Santana. Santana Lopez."
"Well it's nice to meet you Santana Lopez."
Quinn coughed behind Santana, making Santana jump. She had totally forgotten that she was there to begin with.
"And, um, this is my friend Quinn Fabray."
"Nice to meet you too Quinn."
Emily held her hand out to shake Quinn's hand as well.
"Likewise Emily."
Quinn shook it and then stepped back.
"So, where are you ladies from?"
Santana knew that Quinn wasn't much of a talker to strangers. And while she wasn't either, there was something about this girl that made her want to talk to her for hours.
"Lima, Ohio. It's a small town you probably have never heard of."
"Actually, I have. Do you know a Noah?"
"Noah? Wait, you mean Puck?"
"Well, I know him as Noah but yes Puck. He's my cousin."
"No way! Please tell me you are nothing like that idiot."
"Oh god no."
"Good. I don't think I could be friends with a female Puck."
"Who said we were friends?"
Emily had a smirk on her face. Santana was so used to being the initiator that it felt strange to have someone flirt, even mildly without her starting it. However, she gave a smirk back.
"I did. I mean, how can you not be friends with a hot, random stranger?"
"Good point. I don't know who wouldn't want to be friends with a hot stranger except I don't see one."
Santana was shocked yet again. This girl almost had better game than herself.
"Well, if you can't appreciate my hotness, I'll find another stranger to hit on."
Santana started to walk away to emphasize her words.
"Santana, wait."
Emily grabbed Santana's arm and turned her around. She pulled out a marker and began to write on Santana's hand.
"Here. This is my number. Give me a call tomorrow. I'll show you around town."
Santana smiled to herself.
"Thanks. Well, then I guess I'll see you tomorrow Emily. Have a goodnight."
"Bye Santana."
Quinn got up and started to walk with Santana.
"Bye Quinn. It was nice to meet you."
"Bye Emily."
Santana and Quinn walked kept walking down the street that headed to a motel. Quinn finally spoke up.
"Santana, shamelessly flirting like that is going to get you killed."
"Why?"
"Because, Brittany wouldn't like that. You know, your girlfriend."
"There's no harm in a little flirting."
"You call that a little? When she introduced herself, you were practically eye fucking her."
"Quinn Fabray! I had no idea such a foul word could be in your vocabulary."
"Fuck you Santana! I'm just trying to make sure that Brittany, the girl you love, one of my best friends, doesn't get hurt."
"So, I appreciated another girl's body. She has done the same with many other people. It shouldn't be any difference when I do it."
"But she doesn't look at those people the way you looked at Emily."
"Look, Quinn. Nothing is going to happen. I love Brittany and nothing will change that."
Quinn looked skeptically at first, but decided that Santana wasn't lying.
"Good. Now let's go pay for a room. I'm tired and I just want to sleep for 10 hours."
Santana barely heard what Quinn had last said. She was still caught up on her words from earlier. She had been saying that she loved Brittany for a long time. But saying it this time felt different. She hoped that it was just from being in a car for so long and that she needed sleep. Quinn and Santana got into the room they purchased and instantly crashed on to the respective beds they picked. Almost immediately, Quinn fell asleep. Santana continued to hear a faint snore as she tried to fall asleep. However, her mind wouldn't let that happen. One girl was running through her mind. The only problem: it wasn't the girl it should be. Santana rolled over on to her back and stared at the ceiling. She let out a big sigh.
"I'm fucked."
There it is! The first chapter! Let me know what you think about it please. It's greatly appreciated! :)