Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters used in this story. Sadly. If I did, Finn and Rachel's relationship would be non-existent.. No copyright intended. Based off the song The One That Got Away by Jake Owen. This will be a multi-chapter fic.

The first time I ever saw her was on a warm day at the beginning of June. I live in a small beach town in Kitty Hawk, North Carolina. To say I wasn't expecting it, was an understatement. Once I saw her though, I knew I had to have her. And so I got her, then she got away. This is how that story goes.

"Slow down!" Quinn yelled at me as I flew around the corner. We, meaning my best friends Quinn, Puck and I, were on our way to my house to grab a much-needed surf. Puck and I were laughing at the look of fear on Quinn's face as I spun the tires on my black 2010 Chevy Camaro. Puck, Quinn and I have been best friends since the fifth grade when I beat up Puck for taking Quinn's iPod on the bus. Puck's a cool dude, even if he does look like a total tool with his stupid Mohawk and his smug grin that's plastered on his face at all times. I don't see how he got Quinn, they're total opposites. He's like the male me. We both have Latin blood. You can tell. We have tan skin, black silky hair and chocolate eyes. The difference between us; he's in love with Quinn and I'm a bitch who will be forever alone. Quinn's like my sister even though we look nothing alike. Quinn's got short blonde hair, pale skin, and hazel eyes. See? Total opposites.

"Burn that rubber, Lespez!" Puck exclaimed as I hit eighty on the back beach road. Puck always calls me some shitty name like 'Lespez' or 'Lesbro'. I mean just 'cause I'm into girls doesn't mean the only place I shop at is home depot. I don't golf either, so no to answer the question I know you're thinking, I don't smell like a golf course.

"Shut up, dipshit." I barked as I slapped the back of his head. Quinn gasped and we both turned to look at her. She was staring straight ahead with wide eyes.

"Put both hands on the wheel and look at the road please." Quinn whispered. I smirked at Puck and he nodded. I took both hands off the wheel and pressed the gas down. Quinn yelped and put her head in her lap.

"Look Mom, no hands!" I yelled out the window. Quinn squealed.

"C'mon babe your missin' the fun!" Puck teased Quinn as I pressed the brakes and turned onto my driveway. My mom would have a shit fit if she saw me barreling in at 80 miles an hour if she's even home. Our house is pretty nice. It's beach front, painted a pale yellow with black storm-shutters. It's a four story house with a wraparound porch on the second level and a deck leading down to the beach coming off the porch. I wouldn't say my families rich, but we aren't poor. My mom's a doctor so I don't really see her a lot and my dad passed away when I was in fifth grade which is why I get almost anything I want. I pushed the car into park and cut the engine.

"Quinnie, it's okay to open your eyes now. We're alive." I said in a baby voice as I pinched Quinn's cheeks. I heard Puck's laughter fill the car as I stepped out into the sun. My leather jacket and white tank-top made the Carolina sun a little hot. I smoothened out my shorts that were so short you could almost see my butt and ran my fingers through my hair.

"Who's that?" Quinn asked me and nodded to the van outside of the Hamilton's home. I turned and faced the house as I watched an older woman with blonde hair carry a few suitcases up the path and into the home. A little blonde girl was running around the yard. She looked maybe seven or eight. I was watching the little girl chase a golden retriever around the yard when she stepped into view. The girl was beautiful. She had long blonde hair, long toned tan legs, a tall lean body and bright blue eyes. I took my aviators off and continued to stare. She was wearing a light blue sundress and flip flops. I'd never seen someone so pretty. She lifted a book bag out of the car and turned to look at me. Her eyes caught mine and I smiled like an idiot. She smiled back and then turned to carry the book bag into the house. That girl was breathtaking. I had to get to know her. I heard Puck whistle and then an 'Ouch' come from his mouth. Quinn must've slapped him.

"Hello? Santana, who was that?" Quinn asked me curiously. I was still smiling like an idiot. I put my aviators back on and shrugged as I turned to face her.

"Dunno… You know the Hamilton's rent during the summer." I say with another shrug. Puck raises his eyebrows and side-eyes Quinn.

"Okay, that chick was hot but can we surf now? I'd like to hang ten before I get so old my toes fall off and I can only hang four." Puck said with a chuckle. I laughed and looked at Quinn. She sighed and shook her head before grabbing Puck's hand.

"Let's go." I tell them as I open the front door to my house and jog up to my room to change.

Ten minutes, one coke, and one yogurt later we were padding down the steps to the beach. My surf board tucked under my arm and my light pink bikini tucked around my body we raced to the water. Puck made it to the water first, followed by me, and then Quinn. The hot sand burned the bottom of my feet as I stepped into the water. It was cold. A wave crashed and washed water to the top of my knees.

"Dude its cold." I told Quinn as she lightly tapped her foot into the water and shivered.

"Y'all coming?" Puck asked us as paddled out on his surf board. I gave Quinn a quick glance and shrugged before jumping past the break line and lying across my surf-board. I began to paddle out behind Puck and couldn't help but let my mind wander to a certain blue-eyed blonde. God, all I wanted was to at least know her name. I was so distracted I didn't even notice Puck duck-dive to avoid the Godzilla of a wave that suddenly crashed over my head. I went under the water and was jerked around a little. I opened my eyes and looked around as the wave spun me around. I submerged with a splash and coughed. Puck was howling and Quinn was beside me on her board glaring at him.

"Good one, Lespez!" He laughed out, ignoring Quinn's stare. I hopped back onto my board and sat up.

"Are you alright?" Quinn asked me. I laughed a little and flipped the hair out of my eyes.

"Yeah, I've had worse. Remember that one morning when it was no swimming and we came out to surf and I was late on the wave and it sucked me under?" I asked her chuckling.

"Oh yeah! And Puck had to pull you out!" Quinn laughed. That was a good day. I paddled up beside Puck and slapped him in the back of his head.

"Ow! Jeez, what did I do now?" He yelled as he rubbed the back of his head.

"That's for laughing you asshole!" I yelled and splashed water at him. He shook his head and smirked deviously.

"You did not just do that." He murmured. I nodded my head and smirked back.

"Sure di-" Before I could finish what I was saying Puck had leapt across the water and tackled me off my surf board. I came back to the surface and Quinn was laughing her ass off. Puck came up to, and started laughing along with Quinn. I dunked his head under and Quinn continued to laugh. Puck was flailing his arms around and trying to come up. I held him under for five more seconds and he popped out of the water with a loud gasp. I was laughing so much it was difficult for me to tread water. Quinn was crying she was laughing so hard.

"You think that's funny, huh?" Puck gritted and turned to Quinn. She was still laughing and nodded twice. Puck lunged at her and she fell off her board. I laughed louder and Puck splashed me. I splashed back as Quinn's head appeared out of the water. Our surfboards floated in the water beside us as we began to dunk each other and laugh. This is why they're my best friends. We have the best times ever.

After about ten minutes we decided to actually surf. I got on my board (Sweet Potato Firewire) and watched as Puck caught a small wave. He rode it about fifteen yards before it died down. When he jumped into the water something behind him caught my eye. Blonde, tall, blue sundress. Damn, now she's watching us surf. Oh shit, I haven't even caught a wave yet.

"Looks like hottie over there's watching us surf." Quinn said with a nod towards the girl.

"I know, I saw." I say simply before turning to watch waves. My fingers glide through the water as I wait for a good wave. The girl has now taken a seat on the beach beside the smaller blonde which I assume is her little sister. I turn around and notice a big wave forming about twenty or so yards back and decide I should show off for the girl. Puck sees it too and smirks at me challengingly. We always paddle battle for waves. I need to win this one though. The waves approaching and I paddle quickly taking the lead ahead of Puck. My muscles are flexing as I rip my hands through the water. Puck and I are neck and neck and I notice the girl watching us. This is it. I push back through the water with my left arm and I know I have him. Puck knows to.

"Shit… Dammit Santana. I'll get you next time!" He yells as he drops back. I can feel the board catch in the wave. I put my hands in the center of the board and push my body up to stand. I stand and bend my knees slightly as I drop in on the wave. I swerve the board and rip it upwards through the water. I know I get about two feet into the air and grab the surfboard before letting go and falling into the water. Puck and Quinn are cheering and whistling.

"Gnarly!" Quinn yells and I smile. When I look back at the beach, which I'm now way closer to, the girls gone. Damn. I paddle back out to Quinn and Puck slowly, secretly wishing the blonde beauty would talk to me. When I get back out to them, we sit in a circle on our boards like we always do and float over the waves.

"So, Puck and I were thinkin' we should go to the Pit tonight. We can invite Sam and take a few shots before we go to loosen up." Quinn suggested. The Pit is a surf shop and grill during the day but every night it transforms into one of the hottest clubs around. Of course we aren't old enough to go to a club, and my fake ID got snagged by my mom, but every Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday it turns into a teen club for people 15-18. It sounds lame but it's chill as fuck. They play good music, there's dancing and stuff. It's exactly like the adult club they have except they don't serve alcohol.

"Sounds good to me, but if we're taking shots we're walking." I tell them. Puck groans and Quinn shrugs.

"Whine all you want but I'm not wrecking my Camaro because your ass is too lazy to walk. Stop bein' a fatty and suck it up before I call Jenny Craig on your sorry ass." I bark at Puck. Quinn looks at me and I can see she's trying not to laugh. Puck looks at her like a lost puppy and Quinn loses it. She laughs loudly and then giggles for a minute.

"I'm sorry baby, but that was hilarious." She tells him as she leans and pecks his cheek. He brightens up and shrugs.

"Whatever… So I'm gonna go home and shower and eat and stuff, I'll meet y'all back here at 9. They open at 9:30 right?" Puck asks, laying back down on his board.

"Yep." I say with a nod. Quinn leans down and kisses him quickly on the lips.

"Later." Puck says as he paddles away. Quinn smiles longingly and watches him paddle away.

"You are so smitten." I snort. Quinn crosses her arms over her chest.

"Whatever. What about you and blondie? You were practically dry humping her with your eyes earlier." Quinn states smugly. Shit, she saw that? I guess I'm really obvious.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever go home and take a shower you are STAAANKKKAAYYY!" I teased as I paddled toward the shore. We all lived within a five minute walk from each other. Our other best friend Sam had to stay home and clean his room before his cousin Rory got to town. Sucks that he missed all the fun.

"See you at nine!" Quinn yelled after me as I walked onto the shore. I gave a small wave and jogged up the beach to the stairs, surfboard tucked under my arm, light-pink bikini tucked around my body, and a blue-eyed blonde on my mind.

If you like it lemme know. If you don't, still lemme know. I'm up for all the help I can get... It's my first story after all.