Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the characters.
A/N: A little nervous about posting this! I don't really write fics, but I had this idea floating around so I'm giving it a try. Constructive criticism and suggestions are welcome! Also, the messages are written that way on purpose. That was me trying to convey typical internet talk.
July 9th, 2010
Santana Lopez found herself sprawled out across her bed after enduring one of Sue Sylvester's grueling "end of the week power drills". 10 miles and 3 hours of various Navy Seal workouts later, she felt like she was about to die. This was nothing new, however. You don't win 6 straight national championships by simply trying your best. You had to BE the best and work for it. Though she was fairly new to this program, it was a concept Santana and her fellow Cheerios knew all too well.
The only bright side of her current situation was the fact that it was Friday.
"Ughh that woman will be the death of me!" Santana said absently as she rolled over to make her way to her shower. Once in there, she took solace in the heat of the water running through her hair and over her skin.
"Hmm.." she all but moaned.
30 minutes later she exited, got dressed and sunk into her bed instantly grabbing her laptop. Facebook? Check! Tweet about her hate for Coach Sylvester? Done! All that was left was her nightly venture onto one of her favorite websites. Reveling in the fact that this was the only part of her day where she could be herself, she hastily signed into her account and began looking around for anything that caught her eye. After clicking through various topics and chiming in on several conversations, she decided to sign off. It was then she saw the notification across her page informing her of the new private message she had received. She thought about leaving it until the next morning in favor of heading to bed but her curiosity got the best of her.
danceefreak (10:58pm) wrote:
Hey! :) Just came across your profile and couldn't help but notice we had quite a few things in common. I've also seen a few of the conversations you've taken part in...good stuff! Anyway, I only wanted to say hi...hope all is well! Ttys hopefully :)
-B
This wasn't the first message she'd received of this type. It was actually quite scary how well her in person charm seemed to translate online. Santana Lopez just had it like that. She knew it too. It still didn't help the feeling she got as she read through the message again though. Snapping out of it, she went to the senders profile to see what she was all about.
She was intrigued with what she saw.
"Wow..." She continued to read through the sections of information, coming across likes and dislikes that were very similar to hers. Then her eyes fell upon the word "cheerleading", but not just any type of cheerleading, it was "competitive cheerleading". That just sealed the deal. Santana was not a fan of, as Coach Sylvester called them, "mouth breathers who look like headless chickens running around". If you didn't rank and simply served to cheer on your probably shitty school teams, she had no respect for you.
She immediately returned to the message still open in another window and pressed the reply button.
cheeriox21 (11:10pm) wrote:
well hello there! I must concur with ur observations...we do seem to have a lot in common. so you're a cheerio too huh? that's kinda hot..i mean, i should know ;). if you don't mind me asking, what division do you cheer for?
-S
Figuring "B" was either replying to her message or had already signed off, Santana ventured downstairs to get a glass of water. Upon her return, she refreshed the page hoping to see that "new message" notification waiting for her. It was. She quickly opened it.
danceefreak (11:15pm) wrote:
Ooo, that was a quick reply! :D to answer your question, yes I am a cheerio! I love it! My school team sucks...ok not really, but we're not as amazing as some of the others out there. We're in division 2. I'm dyingg to get on a D1 squad though. Actually looking into transferring to an éscuela with one. My parents think my skills can get me somewhere =P so they're willing to make the move for me. I don't blame em! Haha jk..kinda! How about you?
oh and ps, you're right about me being hot ;)
-B
Santana smiled as she read through the message. Hitting the reply button, she began her response.
cheeriox21:
Yeahh, i'm pretty fast...get your mind out the gutter please and thank you =P lol. i hear ya on wanting to get on a D1 squad though. it's the best! well aside from the torturous practices, but i'm sure not every coach is as maniacal as mine. she's nuts! we win almost every championship though so-
Santana paused remembering her number one rule when she decided to engage on this website: never reveal any information that can lead back to you. Certainly giving that much away would make it easy to place her squad/school. She quickly backspaced leaving it at "she's nuts!" and continues writing.
i enjoy it though :) soo..tell me. you say you're hot huh? and you've got mad skillz? a woman after my heart! hahaha. but seriously, you look into any specific schools yet?
-S
She hits send and receives a message informing her that her response was successfully sent at 11:22pm. Realizing that she'd completely neglected to read over her message, she reopened the window and scanned it briefly. In the last paragraph, her worst fear had presented itself.
"Dammit!" she exclaimed while hitting her head with her hand, cursing herself for her slip up. "'Mad skillz'...SKILLZ with a "z"! I'm such a dork. She probably thinks I'm some ghetto wannabe. Ughh!"
Holding her breath, she hit the refresh buttons on her MacBook Pro. As she expected, there was a message waiting for her. Fearing the worst, she hovered over the link to open it for a few long seconds.
"What am I doing?" she asked herself. "I'm Santana fucking Lopez, I don't get nervous!"
With that little self administered pep talk, she clicked the link.
danceefreak (11:30pm) wrote:
Hahaha hey! You practically gave me that one! I kid, I kid ;)
You're on a D1 squad? No effing way! That's amazing. I'm slightly jealous =P lol. As for schools though, my hot self and "mad skillz" got scouted for one so far, but I'm not allowed to discuss it with anyone yet. If it all works out I'll most likely be going there! I'm pretty excited...anddd scared seeing as I would still have to tryout since it's such a recognized establishment and they get plenty of girls each year. Plus I hear the coach is anything but sunshine and rainbows! Great -_- lol.
Anyway "S"...if I may call you that ;) I'm about to head to bed. I've got dance bright and early in the morning! Yayyy..NOT! Have a good night over there! Hopefully we can continue this at some point. Take care!
-B
She almost physically deflated at the other girl's bid goodnight. She liked talking to her. Getting herself together, she quickly sent out a reply with hopes of catching the girl before she headed off to wish her a good night as well.
cheeriox21 (11:33pm) wrote:
ooo...really? since you're heading off i guess we'll pick this up later! i hope you have a good night too B, and that your dance class goes well. looking forward to pt 2 of this! lata!
-S
Satisfied, Santana clicked send and decided to call it a night as well. She closed her laptop placing it on her nightstand. A bathroom run for her nightly hygiene routine later, she was all snuggled in bed ready to pass out. With one last thought of her internet acquaintance, as she was deemed, she caught herself smiling.
"Yup, that was a better end to my day than expected." she thought. With that, she drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
Thanks for reading! I hope you all like it.