If she tells you she never saw it coming, would you believe her?

She heard a soft moan coming from her own throat and she felt dizzy from the sudden light invading her room. She didn't know what time it was, probably past noon. But who cared, her whole body ached; legs, stomach, arms, her head even. Maybe it wasn't a good idea get into a fight last night.

She tried to remove her own hand from under the pillow but it hurt. Goddammit, it definitely wasn't a good idea. She needed a pain killer.

A pair of warm and soft arms slid around her waist from behind and it was only then she realized that the girl from last night was still there. And still very much naked, but so was she.

Santana slowly turned around to face her.

"Hi." The girl's voice was so soft and low that its gentle tone was almost inaudible, it was sweet even.

She was extremely attractive, but also extremely quiet and shy, that's what caught her attention in the first place. She had brown hair, blue eyes and a very captivating smile. And her body was definitely in shape, besides, she smelled like roses. But, what was her name again? She didn't remember, and she definitely wasn't going to ask her such a thing now after everything that happened last night.

Santana usually didn't like when her one-night stands overstay their welcome. But with this girl was different, she didn't find the courage to kick her out. At least not yet.

"Hey," Santana said, she gently brushed some hair out of the girl's face.

She seemed timid, as if there was something on her mind, but could not yet bring herself to say it. And it was okay, really. According to her this was her first time with another woman. Santana knew she was straight from the moment she saw her, she just knew it. Well, and she was sitting right next to her boyfriend, so. But she hadn't had a problem with that before either, so she just went for it.

"I wanted to thank you, again, for what you did last night."

Last night...

Santana suddenly remembered. She remembered now, everything.

Her name. Her name was Marley.

Marley, the pretty girl she looked at all night.

She remembered now. She was with a vodka lime in hand in one of her breaks, looking around at all the sexy ladies, savoring the social dynamics of the glamorous bar in front of the beach and the determination in her to take a woman home.

She saw Marley and Santana decided immediately that she was the girl she wanted. But Marley was with her boyfriend and apparently, they were arguing about something so Santana thought that Marley was a bad idea after all. However, it wasn't until the guy tried to actually hit the poor girl that Santana walked toward them and she started to hit him instead. He wasn't man enough for her, or for anyone.

After painfully long minutes, she remembered the guards grabbing him and throwing him away, then she tried to get Marley to relax, forgetting about getting into her pants at the moment and doing it just for sympathy. But this Marley girl suddenly started to flirt with her and well, Santana didn't fight back her instincts.

She was everything her boyfriend wasn't, Marley repeated that over and over again. And maybe she was what Marley wanted last night, but she definitely wasn't what she needed. Santana knew that Marley was someone she didn't deserve. But it didn't matter anyway, because this was a one time thing. Just like all her one-night stand with other girls.

"Don't worry about it, he deserved it." Santana reassured her.

Marley smiled as she reached out to touch Santana's cheek softly, she leaned in and gently brushed her lips against hers.

Santana only smirked inwardly, ready to round two.

Or was it four?


After giving her phone number to Santana, and Santana promising that she would calleven though she wasn't entirely sure if she was being honest or notMarley finally walked out of her house.

Her shared house.

She didn't have to work at the bar tonight, so she wanted to just chill in the pool and sleep a lot. However, that seemed hard to do with her friend and brother around the house. Santana was applying some ice in her hand, and ready to go back to bed and have a lazy day off when she heard his annoying voice.

She was seriously starting to doubt about the idea of living with her brother and their best friend. They have lived together since the moment they graduated from high school, five years ago. And it was getting annoying.

"Well, look who's here! The knight in shining armor!" Her friend Puck shouted as he descended the stairs. Even when his voice was soft and light, friendly, Santana still rolled her eyes.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to invite him to the bar last night.

"Shut up Puckerman, where's Marc?"

"He left early in the morning, had a date with the mystery girl again." He said with slight disinterest as he walked straight to the fridge. "Now tell me, how was she? Did you enjoy your night?"

He smirked and lifted his eyebrows, Santana just stared at him with disgust.

Alright so, to be honest, Santana was kind of a player, but she was just enjoying life. Besides she still got a long way to go, mainly because her standards when it came to her skills of getting girls were very high and because, like most people, no matter how seasoned, you realize there's always a new frontier that defies all the conventional wisdom gleaned from your years of experience, just like it happened last night with Marley.

However, Santana had picked up enough girls from bars to realize that she was better than most of the guys, it was true and they knew it. At least Puck and her brother Marco knew it and she loved to tease them about it. And maybe the fact that her parents were really fucking rich and she was living in a freaking Mansion helped a little bit. Believe it or not, money did give people security and stability. Two really important things.

She didn't mind playing the bad girl either. After all, it wasn't hard. She had the motorcycle and the leather jacket, she smoked sometimes and she drank and she fucked around with all the girls that had boyfriends and all the young wives that had older husbands, all because she just didn't have anything better to do.

"Of course I enjoyed my night, did you?" She asked, her lips curving into a smile as she watched her friend eating like a starving Viking a small piece of pizza that had been in the fridge for three days now.

"You know I did even if I didn't bring anyone home. That bar is fucking awesome, you're lucky you work there."

She was, and she knew it. Some days in the morning she worked at the gym near her house, and at nights she worked at the bar. She knew she was lucky, the bar was in front of one of the most beautiful beaches in Miami and the people that usually go there was really nice, the people that worked with her too; everything was just great.

"And before I forget," Puck said as he started to climb the stairs again with a glass of juice in hand. "Marc told me he's bringing Quinn tonight for dinner."

"What?" Santana asked surprised as she watched him disappear into the hallway.

"Yeah, he's finally gonna introduce us his girlfriend!"

Well that's new.

Marco had been dating someone from his work for over two months, apparently she was an architect too or something, and he still hadn't brought the mystery girl home which made her think that this was really important to her brother. Not even their parents knew her, well not that their parents were around that much either.

Maribel and Carlos always came up with more than a dozen viable excuses for their constant absence, and Marco always believed them. Maybe it was because her brother was simply a more compassionate person than Santana was. Sometimes she even pitied him for his weakness, and it only increased her resentment toward their parents all the more.

Santana and Marco were twin brothers, yet completely opposite.

Marco went to college when Santana was having fun wasting their parents money in parties. Marco dated one of her classmates for over two years while Santana was just fooling around. Her brother was an extremely calm and quiet man while she was a fiery and impulsive woman. Maybe they looked alike, but they were totally different people. Still, Santana loved her nerd brother with all her cold heart. Marco and Puck were the only people that truly mattered to her, maybe not even her parents mattered that much because they were always comparing Marco's successes with all her failures.

But it is what it is.

She sighed before heading upstairs to shower.


"How much do you have?" The disgusting looking man said.

Santana looked sideways, disconnecting their gaze; it looked as if he was muttering obscenities under his breath but Santana didn't care, she just knew she needed to have two thousand dollars at the end of the night.

"I have exactly what they informed you I'll have." She stated, and the man flinched at her firm voice. He looked at her, amused annoyance dancing across his face.

They weren't in public, they were in Santana's usual spot; a narrow passageway between two old buildings in a dangerous neighborhood, the only place she could park her motorcycle without anyone noticing them.

"Let me see it."

Santana rolled her eyes and made a mental note about not doing these business with amateurs ever again.

She opened up the bag she was carrying and showed him the drug. Her phone started to ring in her pocket once again and she knew it was her brother because she was already late for dinner.

"Now you saw it, give me the money." She said.

The man with no name, looked at her one more time and smirked, an evil smirk. He reached for his own bag and opened it showing Santana the wad of cash.

She counted with little patience the cash he showed her and once they were satisfied, they quickly exchanged their bags.

"Tell Robert they could send women as sexy as you more often."

"Stop right there asshole, don't try your luck with me or I'll kick your balls." She threatened but he kept smirking, Santana didn't have patience with these kind of men.

She wasn't even dressed to catch people's attention. Her hair was down and she was wearing a white blouse that hugged her stomach, black leather jacket and baggy pants. She wasn't going to get all dressed up just for dinner either.

Santana glared at him one last time and threw the bag over her shoulder. She looked around to make sure no one saw them before got back on her motorcycle, quickly driving in the direction of her house.

Yes, maybe she lived in a mansion, and maybe she didn't have the need to do these kind of things because they were some kind of rich family. But she liked doing it.

The drug run was organized by her boss at the bar, Robert. And her criminal friend John; and now her. She was enlisted for the job due to her experience in the task when she was younger and she accepted the offer when Robert told her because honestly, there was a lot of money involved. And it wasn't hard at all doing this, besides everyone around knew the bar where she worked was always the most crowded. That's why a lot of people sold drugs there or around there.

But, the guys trying to sell the drugs in the club had to take an added risk, on top of all the usual risks associated they needed to do it behind Santana's boss back, because he was the king there and all along the coast. Santana didn't really care, but Robert didn't want anyone but them selling drugs in the area.

Although this could be really fun and made her earn a lot of money, she didn't know what she'd say to Marc or Puck if they ever find out about this.

But what they didn't know, they didn't need to find out.


Santana sighed tiredly as she walked toward a set of double doors leading to the principal entrance. When she walked in, she immediately went into the stupidly big kitchen where the smell of food was just amazing. But no one was there.

The table was all set up for dinner. It seemed like her dumb brother read a step-by-step guide to the basics for setting a proper table, seriously.

Santana took the opportunity and walked upstairs, she threw the bag over her bed and then she heard laughing, laughs coming from somewhere near. She walked downstairs again and when she reached the back of the house, she found the three of them sitting outside on the terrace with a glass of red wine in their hands.

She could see her brother Marc and Puck, but the mystery girl was facing them so Santana couldn't really see any of her aside of her obvious nice figure, and the fact that she was blonde.

Clearing her throat, she made her presence known.

"Am I interrupting something?" She said smiling at the boys.

Marc looked at her with slight annoyance, Santana guessed because she was really late, but Puck just smiled at her and thenthen the mystery girl finally turned around and that was the first time Santana saw her, and she knew she was stuck.

Everything in her head went quiet.

"Hi." The blonde said into the night as she stood up. Her voice was soft, low and gentle. "You must be Santana."

Her hairapparently smooth hair had been swept into a smooth chignon and she was wearing a long white dress with a diamond collar. Her makeup was light and delicate, highlighting her eyes and lips. She was definitely dressed to impress, and she was impressing, most definitely. At least Santana was. The girl seemed to radiate beauty and innocence and Santana could not get over how gorgeous she was, but she quickly shook her head and cleared her throat once again.

She adjusted her jacket and smiled back. Her face flushed.

Did she just checked out the girl of her brother?

"And you must be Quinn, my little brother's girlfriend." Santana managed to say.

Quinn nodded and extended her hand to Santana once she was close enough.

Her inside turned completely upside down when their eyes met, only from one look, one random, but perfect look, one fleeting moment that seemed to last for ages. Santana didn't know what it was, but she felt also so awkward, because she didn't know what she was doing looking at her brother's girlfriend like that.

She still extended her hand and Quinn reached for it. They shook hands and Santana returned her contagious smile. She definitely needed an extra boost of encouragement and confidence in that precise moment.

She pulled back her hand and before she knew it Puck and Marc were standing beside them.

And she couldn't be more grateful.

Santana finally adverted her eyes from Quinn's eyes and let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. She quickly put her hands on her jacket pockets because she didn't know what to do with them.

"Hey! Stop saying that, you're older by less than five minutes." Marc objected, he put his arm around Quinn's waist and drew her closer.

"Exactly, don't forget it." She said with a smirk, earning a fresh giggle from Quinn.

Santana looked at the three of them and thought they were a little too dressed up to have just dinner at their place. Sure, her brother was introducing his girlfriend and all but honestly, this was too much.

This was Miami, and Miami didn't like overdressed people.

"Okay so now that you're finally here we should go inside and have dinner." Marc suggested and they nodded.

Santana gestured with her hand for them to walk in first and they quickly obeyed.

She wasn't the most observant person in the world but she knew the entire time Quinn's eyes never left hers. And it made her feel nervous.

Santana walked inside wondering what the hell just happened.


A few hours later, Santana was surprised at how much excitement had filled her. She had known this was going to be a special dinner but she hadn't expected it to be this exquisite, delicious actually. She didn't know what Quinn cooked for them but she definitely had skills.

They were now immersed in a conversation at the table and to her surprise, she had learned some really interesting things about her brother's girlfriend. She had learned of Quinn's origin, where she truly came from and the things she liked, and Santana found herself interested in her every word like a sixth grader learning chemistry for the first time.

She stole a glance at Quinn as she lifted her glass to her lips, she was smiling at something Puck told her. Santana glanced down at her mouth, her pink lips.

Honestly it was really hard to focus on their conversation now that Quinn wasn't the center of attention. Santana got annoyed with herself because, what was her damn problem? She just got laid this morning, she was acting like those horny men she hated so much.

"Now I understand why you don't want to live alone baby, Puck and your sister are really nice people." Quinn said with a sweet smile.

"You're saying that this one over here," Puck pointed with both hands at Santana, his face showed nothing but pure astonishment and Marco chuckled. "Is a nice person?"

Santana rolled her eyes out of habit. Quinn was sitting right in front of her and their eyes met for what seemed the umpteenth time that night, it lasted just five seconds, or perhaps just a second or two in reality, and Santana just had to look away.

"So far, yes."

She knew Quinn was smiling, she could hear it in her voice, and her own lips twisted into a grin.

So far, huh?

"Well, I don't know if these two are nice enough to make me want to live with them, that would be saying too much. But I don't really have any other choice."

"Why's that?" Quinn asked with curiosity. Santana clenched and un-clenched her jaw as she observed her, Quinn narrowed her eyes and tilted her head; an expression of confusion, she guessed.

"Because if I move out they would burn the house in less than two days, so I need to babysit them."

Puck's stern face suddenly softened and he burst out laughing "Come on, even I know how not to burn a house. We're not that stupid."

"Just let him talk, Puck." Santana said as she placed her phone back in her pocket. "This is the time for him to shine."

Marco gave her a stern warning look, because maybe they weren't helping him that much, but he knew them already. He pulled Quinn into his arms and Santana stared at them, at the way they looked at each other and she smiled because she had never seen her brother so happy before, not even with that girlfriend from college. And it made her feel happy too.

"You two are disgusting, but I approve you." Puck told Quinn and she giggled yet again. "Up until now."

"Okay, should I say thank you?" She replied in a similarly playful tone, Quinn had a good sense of humor apparently. And Santana supposed that was one of the things about women that made them irresistible: their many amazing sides.

"So you guys met at work?" Santana inquired with curiosity and Quinn's expression became a little more serious.

"Actually yes, I met him in one of the company's party three months ago." Quinn began, she glanced at Marc before leaning back on his shoulder. Her eyes connected with Santana again. "He was so sweet, funny and"

"Define funny." Santana snorted for added emphasis. Puck's laughter was heard in no time and he high five Santana as her brother furrowed his eyebrows.

"I told you Quinn, they are like 7 years old." Unfortunately Marco didn't have the ability to laugh at himself.

However, Quinn was giggling too.

"Just relax a bit Marc." Santana said as she intended to make him smile again, but not such luck. Maybe because Puck kept laughing at him.

Santana then looked at Quinn and their eyes met. They stared together at each other, alone in space, with an inexplicable and singular directness of gaze. Between them a spark passed, and then Quinn just smiled.

She smiled at her and Santana just had to turn around her head.

Again.

"So um—how long have you been living here in Miami?" She asked Quinn politely, trying to cover her nervousness, her eyes were focused now on the glass of wine in front of her.

"I don't know, five months I guess."

"In fact Quinn, four months and a half to be exact. And—" Marc began and Santana lifted her head to look at him, he was smirking. "Just for your information guys, she is my boss' daughter. How many of you can say that?" Marc tried to pick up his honor off the floor.

But actually, Santana could say that, and she was sure Puck could say that too. She once had sex with one of Robert's daughter, of course behind his back. And no one knew. She didn't like to talk about her love life or sex life, what for?

So Santana just didn't say anything after her brother's words.

Instead she looked at Quinn again, because apparently that was all what her eyes wanted, she didn't know why. And Quinn blushed a bit with Marc's words.

"Holy shit Marc, seriously? She's your boss' daughter? What the hell did you do to charm this lady?" Puck asked, the surprise was evident in his voice.

But this time Marc actually grinned.

"Nothing out of the ordinary, I was just being myself."

"Really? I think that's not enough for you bro."

Her brother and friend, stupidly enough started to argue about it. It was hard to win an argument with Marco, he was a really smart person. But it was damn near impossible to win an argument with a stupid person, like her friend Puck.

That was when Santana stole a glance at Quinn when she thought she wasn't looking, but it was a mistake. Because to her surprise the gorgeous blonde's eyes were already glued to her face, as if trying to decipher her expression. Santana swallowed hard and wondered what the hell was happening with all these stolen glances between them. They stared at each other for four seconds long, but each second felt like a lifetime, and Santana felt as if she were going to die from anxiety at any moment.

She blushed and looked down and accidentally knocked her glass of wine when she tried to reach it.

Jeez, she was acting like a stupid teenage boy. She cursed under her breath.

"Here." Quinn placed a napkin on the table close to Santana's hand, and Santana just gripped the napkin tightly as she started to clean up the mess.

"Thanks." She said, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"You sure you are as talented with your hands as you say you are?" Marc asked amused after watching her sister, which wasn't funny at all to her. She felt her cheeks reddening with shame. "We should get going anyway."

Did he say going?

Going where?

"Are you guys going out?" She asked confused.

"Yes, I told you over a text," Puck's voice was muffled as he drank the last of the wine in his glass. Then Santana remembered how she ignored Puck's text messages and phone calls all day while she was working. "That's why we're all dressed up, so go get change."

"And you're going where, to a wedding?" She chuckled at her own joke.

"The casino!" Her brother responded a little too happy but Santana was already shaking her head.

That must be the most boring thing in the whole world. She didn't get why her brother loved so much go there all the time.

"Sorry Marc but I think I'll past."

"But we all are going." Quinn spoke with gentleness in her voice, an odd little smile playing on her lips. "I think it would be unfair staying here on your own."

"Don't worry, you guys go and have fun." Santana said sincerely as she stood up. The three of them followed suit. "I'll clean up here and then I'll just go to bed, I'm tired."

"You boring fat ass." Puck said, his disappointed face was almost touching.

Santana smiled, pursing her lips and lifting her hands innocently, he just gave her his middle finger.

"We should go out tomorrow then." Quinn suddenly said, the three of them turned their heads to look in her direction. "I mean, we should still go out tonight but we also should go out tomorrow. Maybe to that club Marc told me you work at. I can bring my friend and sister too." Quinn explained slowly, her hazel eyes skimming through Santana as she smiled.

"That's a good idea Quinn! That club is awesome, you'll love it." Puck happily said, reaching for his jacket that was hanging over the back of his chair.

But that was not a good idea at all.

"Alright, alright. Let's do that then." Marc added as he took hold of Quinn's hand, walking them around the table to face Santana and Puck.

Santana suddenly became infinitely more interested, because they couldn't go to the club tomorrow night. Not tomorrow night, it could be dangerous.

"Not tomorrow night, maybe some other time." She answered bitterly trying to shrug it off, but her voice was gruffly, and even though it was night, she could see the slight blush that stained Quinn's cheeks.

"Forget it lesbro, you're taking us to the club tomorrow." Puck said with annoying cheeriness.

She ran her hand through her hair, before turning to face him. She was in no state to argue. Her mind was lost, her thoughts were chaotic, so having no choice but to obey, Santana just nodded unhappily, quickly thinking that she would have to distract them tomorrow night to do what she needed to do.

"So we have plans for tomorrow night too, cool." Marc said before kissing the side of Quinn's head. "Now let's get going."

Santana watched Quinn as she fiddled self-consciously with the hem of her sundress. There was no sense denying that Quinn was cute, especially with her shy expression, her brother got quite lucky this time. Santana just couldn't understand her mesmerizing beauty.

Someone like Santana, and if this was any other girl—in any other circumstance, she would have just leaned in and kiss her senseless to show her what's good. The thought of that made her mind spin in a weird way, Santana could notice the goosebumps on her arms with just the thought of it.

But wait, did she just—did she just think about kissing her brother's girlfriend?

Her eyes went wild with surprise and she immediately averted her eyes from Quinn. She felt her thoughts drifting further as she barely heard them saying goodbye.

It wasn't until she heard the door being closed that she let out a heavy sigh, feeling like she could finally breathe again, wondering what the hell just happened.

The weird sensation that Quinn left in her was really, really—she didn't know. It was something strange. It was something weird. She felt it in her body. Santana didn't know what it was about her, maybe her sweet scent because her fucking smell went straight to her brain.

Have you ever just met a stranger and felt—something? Because that's how Santana felt in that moment. She felt something, she didn't know what exactly, mostly nervousness. That was evident. But she also felt something inside her, and between her legs.

The look of horror that overcame her face when she realized that she wouldn't mind doing a lot more than just kiss Quinn was priceless. Her jaw dropped halfway to the ground before she could even think about what exactly happened there, because this never happened before. Not with Puck's girls and less with the girlfriends of her brother.

She turned around and ran upstairs to her room. How unlike her usual character, but that didn't really matter now. She was sure she would get used to Quinn's intimidating presence with time.

For now, she just needed a cold shower.


A/N: First chapter. Hope you enjoyed it.

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