One night. One night only. That was all it took for Santana Lopez to fall in love.
Santana Lopez sat at the front of a small restaurant, eating some Chinese food by herself. She was exhausted, having flown straight from New York to San Francisco on a business trip. It was seven at night, and Santana hadn't eaten anything on the plane, so she had hopped into the closest restaurant from her hotel. She recently found out that fried rice was her favorite food ever, well...apart from her mom's famous tacos and quesadillas.
Santana was about to call a waiter over to ask for the bill, but he was busy talking to someone. Santana tried hard not to eavesdrop, but she was so close to the front door that it was impossible not to.
"Sorry, miss. Da restaurant is full. We no have open table," the waiter said in a thick Asian accent.
"That's ok, sir. I'll just wait," replied a smooth melodic voice. Santana turned her head toward the voice; it was so beautiful. Her eyes locked onto the most gorgeous hazel eyes she had ever seen. Santana didn't know what made her do what she did next, but it was a decision that changed her entire life.
"She can have my table. I'm almost done anyways," Santana said to the waiter, who just shrugged and nodded.
"Thank you." Santana heard the beautiful voice again and looked up into those hazel eyes. Now that the waiter wasn't blocking her view, Santana could fully see the lady in front of her. Her breath hitched as she took in the perfectly curled, long blonde locks, the short green dress that hugged the lady's curves and showed just. The right amount of cleavage, and the long, never-ending legs that made Santana's private part tingle. The blonde looked around Santana's age, maybe a little older, and she was a little taller, too.
"Thank you," the lady said again. She stepped closer to the table, but seemed a little hesitant as she looked at the empty seat.
Santana smirked and gestured to the seat. "Well, aren't you gonna sit? Those pretty legs of yours must be pretty damn tired." The second those words left her mouth, Santana's eyes widened and she blushed.
The blonde blushed too, and sat down opposite of Santana. She waited patiently for Santana to finish her food, careful not to make too much eye contact. Santana smirked again at the blonde's shyness.
"So, what's your name?" Santana asked. She found the blonde pretty and intriguing. There was something about her that made Santana want to learn more. She wasn't like any girl Santana had ever met. The blonde looked at Santana, her hazel eyes sparkling under the bright restaurant lights.
"Quinn."
"Quinn," Santana repeated under her breathe. She liked how it sounded on her tongue. "I'm Santana."
The blonde just smiled, making her eyes twinkle more. She was still a little shy and confused by the Latina's kindness.
"So, Quinn, what are you doing on a Monday night, all dressed up and eating out?"
"It's my birthday," Quinn replied. Santana's eyes popped at the revelation.
"Really? Well, how bout I treat you to dinner, pretty lady?" Again, Santana blushed at her flirting and looked down. She was never this shy around girls.
"Oh no, it's fine! I don't want to interrupt your dinner. And you don't have to spend money on me; it's ok..."
"No, really, it's my pleasure. I'm on a business trip anyways, so all my expenses are paid for," Santana smiled. Deep down, she really hoped the blonde would agree to the dinner.
"Well, you're almost done eating..."
"Seriously, it's my treat..."
After a few more protests from Quinn and a lot of persuading from Santana, Quinn found herself with a menu in her hands and a beautiful Latina in front of her. As the dinner progressed, she slowly warmed up to the brunette. The two made small talk, mostly provided by Santana who had already finished her dinner, and Quinn found herself laughing more than she had in the past couple of months. Santana, too, was enjoying herself. As the dinner started wrapping up, Santana became more and more anxious. She wanted to spend more time with Quinn, which was weird since she had barely met her, but Quinn was something different. Quinn was worth it.
"Santana?"
"Yeah?"
"Uh...you kinda spaced out a little."
"Oh, sorry. Here, have a fortune cookie." Quinn chuckled and grabbed the cookie from Santana's hand. She opened it.
"Love is for the lucky and the brave."
Santana also opened her fortune cookie.
"Love, like life, is an adventure."
"So..." Santana started. Quinn looked up from her cookie and quirked a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "I had a good time to night." Quinn smiled warmly.
"Me, too. It was really nice meeting you, Santana."
"Yeah, same...so, I guess this is goodbye."
"Yeah, I guess." The two girls left the restaurant, each with a takeout box in their hand. As the cool San Francisco wind brushed against their faces, they turned to look at each other one last time. Santana didn't want to let Quinn go. She stuck her hand out for a goodbye handshake, but Quinn surprised her by pulling her into a hug. Santana practically melted into Quinn's embrace, breathing in Quinn's unique smell of strawberries as Quinn took in Santana's cinnamon scent at the same time. The embrace lasted a little longer than normal, but neither of the girls wanted to pull away. After what seemed like an eternity, Quinn let go and smiled.
"I'll see you around, Santana. Here, call me before you leave for New York." Quinn added her number in Santana's contacts. She pulled Santana into one more embrace before walking down the sidewalk away from Santana. The Latina couldn't take her eyes off the blonde. Even though Santana didn't want it to, her heart ached as the blonde figure became smaller and smaller. Santana was sure she was falling for Quinn, and she barely knew her! She didn't even know if Quinn played for the other team. But what she did know was that Quinn was special. No other girl had captured Santana's heart like that, and never in one night. There wasn't even anything sexual about tonight, yet Santana wasn't just looking for a way into Quinn's pants, she was looking for a way into the blonde's heart.
As Quinn walked back to her apartment, she turned back and looked at the Latina. She found warm chocolate brown eyes staring back at her, making her heart flutter. Quinn wasn't sure what this meant, but she knew she wouldn't forget about Santana. She couldn't. Santana had made Quinn feel something that Quinn hadn't felt in years. The little butterflies in Quinn's stomach continued to flutter as Quinn continued to walk away from Santana, towards the bright city lights, becoming a speck in the distance against the golden California sky.
Little did the girls know what was in store for them.