Authors Notes: This is chapter one of my Davana Series. Every chapter is a different part, a different scene, in the Davana life. This is, in my mind, how Davana first met. This is actually the second time I've written how they met. I hope to publish the first time soon. Some people told me how Santana seemed a little to . . . nice . . . in Gimme More; I hope this changes your mind. ENJOY!
P.S, I don't own Glee. Because if I did, Davana would TOTALLY be canon.
Dalton wasn't like most schools. Some of the best staff in the state; a place where some of the richest boys in the entire country could come and learn. It was one of the types that were old, but still taken care of. All the buildings were exactly the same from when it was first opened, except for a few dining halls which had been redone thanks to generous donors.
Another thing that had been added was a number of dormitories, due to the heightened number of students being added to the roster list each year. Kurt, on good fortune, was one of the few dozen gifted with a new room. It wasn't much. A brick foundation with wood panel walls and plush carpet.
Santana smiled as she looked around her, mildly impressed with what she saw at Dalton Academy. It was a Sunday, which meant open campus. She, Brittany, Mercedes, and Finn drove up to spend the day Kurt and be shown around. Santana was skeptically at first. But Brittany wanted to see Kurt, and it was, after all, an all boys school. Santana didn't see too much harm in it.
"I gotta hand it to you, Sparkles." She says, turning to look at the young lad. "I like what you done with the place."
While Jace, Kurt's roommate, was nor gay or a Warbler, he didn't seem to mind all the movie and band and musical posters Kurt had posted on his side of the room. Another good thing about Jace was he was a ladies' man, rarely ever at the dorm unless to sleep or study. This, in turn, meant lots of time for practicing for Kurt.
"Why thank you, Santana. I like it too."
Kurt and Santana haven't always been on the best of terms. Even with having three classes, glee club, and the Cheerio's, they weren't exactly friends. Still, Kurt was one of few people who went to William McKinley who actually understood the words 'fashion sense', so Santana was a little happy to see him again.
"I really like it, Kurt." Mercedes told him, trying to stay on the bright side of Kurt's situation.
"Yeah, dude. It totally fits you." Finn says, doing the same.
"Thank you, both of you. I just wish the others could've come." Kurt smiled to his friends. Although the whole group intended on visiting him, it ended up being only this four. Tina and Mike had an Asian Community meeting; Puck had to watch his siblings; Quinn had a church conference Church; Sam had sports therapy, and with Finn not wanting anything to do with Rachel, she went out of town with her dad's.
Still, he was happy to have at least some of his friends here.
"Where's the little girls room?" Brittany questioned.
"This is an all boys school, Brittany." Mercedes reminded her.
"So is there just a little boys room then?" She asks, her pure, childlikeness showing.
"The bathroom's all the way at the end. Its open campus, so there won't be many people there. Female's are free to its use."
With this said, each female turned and headed towards the door, with Santana in the lead. To her surprise, when she opened the door intending to walk out, she was face with three boys, all in matching uniforms. Santana recognized them as part of the Warblers.
Blaine, the lead soloist, smiled welcomingly, while Wes and David stared wide eyed. Wes, after a moment, smiled widely at the sight of females, while David just looked on, caught between being unfazed and confused.
A few moments go by and neither group speaks nor moves. Finally, Santana gives.
"Excuse me?" She says, though with Santana, something as polite as that usually had alternate meaning; like now it was more like a 'wanna get the fuck out of my way'.
David, being a gentleman, stepped aside from the ladies. Santana smirked at him as she went on her way, while the other two followed; Brittany smiling sweetly, Mercedes tossing a kind "thank you" as she passed.
As the boys entered the room, each had a different reaction. While Wes bit his fist and groaned, David took out his cell phone, checking once again for any updates. None, of course.
"Blaine!" Kurt announced excitingly.
"Hey, Kurt. Finn, nice to see you again." Blaine smiled, showing off his pearly whites as he shook the tall boy's hand.
"Yeah, you too man."
"Did you see those girls? Man, Kurt. I never knew you were such a babe magnet!" Wes went on, still amazed.
"I wouldn't say I'm a babe magnet, per se. I just have a lot of good looking friends." Kurt chuckled.
"You know, I think it's a gay thing." He says to David. "Every time we go out in town with Blaine, the girls just seem to swarm."
Blaine blushed, while both Kurt and Finn laughed. While Kurt couldn't exactly say the same (seeing as most girls seemed to crowd Blaine, usually thought he was straight – the amount of numbers that boy picks up while at the mall!), he did have some luck with having female friends.
"Kurt, I'm sorry. I totally forgot you had people coming over this weekend. The guys and I were heading out to Java D's to get a drink and wanted to see if you'd like to tag along."
"No, Blaine. It's fine."
"Java D's?" Finn questions.
"Coffee house slash Cafe." Kurt implies.
"It's an on campus place. Sort of like Dalton's version of StarBucks."
"Sounds rad." Finn said excitingly.
"Well, you know, you can still come." Blaine pressed. "More the merrier, right?"
Before Kurt could give an answer, Santana made her grade reentrance into the room.
"Okay, I don't care how rich these guys are, they're digesting! Do you even know what hygiene is?" She asked around the room.
"No, but feel free to start a sex ed class on it." Wes chuckled, steeping forward. Santana raised a brow, giving him a 'seriously, guy?' type look. "I'm Wes."
Santana cocked her head. "Wes? And does that stand for Wesley?"
Wes smiled; he usually didn't like being called by his full name, but for a babe as hot as Santana, hell, she could call him by Pippy Longstockings and he'd answer.
"Why yes, it does. So, angel from heaven, what is your name?"
"Santana." She told him.
"Hmm, I like that. It fits you."
Santana smiled at him. He wasn't exactly her type, but he was cute and was obviously checking her out, so she saw no harm in flirting a little.
"And you?" She asked David, who was once again checking his phone for updates. Nothing. Again.
David usually wasn't the type to be rude, but he had a lot on his mind. The only reason he's out of his dorm – out of his bed – was because Wes had been annoying the hell out of him and demanded they'd go out.
"David. Porter." He says, holding his hand out. Santana took it, ignoring the odd spark that ran through their veins.
"So, as I was saying. You up for it?" Blaine asked.
"Up for what?" Santana questioned.
"Blaine and the guys wanted to know if we'd go out to get coffee with them. Hangout." Finn explained.
"You should totally come with us." Wes said to Santana, moving closer to her.
"Isn't it a little cold to be wearing stuff like that?" David pondered, looking her body up and down.
The weekends were the only time you could wear anything other than your uniform when you were on the Cheerios, and Santana took that with stride. Her outfit today was a little less than subtle. A denim mini skirt with white lace at the trim. A white top with a golden belt that hugged her hips and a fur lined shrug, along with knee highs and boots.
Not exactly winter attire, but sexy nonetheless.
"I like it." Wes says. "That fur sure looks cozy."
"Thank you, Wesley." Santana smiled.
David rolled his eyes, pulling his phone out for the third time since they've been there.
"Dude!" Wes shouted. "We're going out; can't you put that phone down for second?"
"I'm sorry, man, but I told you - I'm waiting for Hannah to call me back."
"Hannah?" Santana asks.
Wes leans in; Santana doesn't know if it's because he wants to whisper or if he just wants to feel the fur of her shrug. "His girlfriend. Apparently she hasn't called him in three days."
"A little obsessive compulsion, don't you think?" She whispers back, looking on as David turns his phone off and on, hoping maybe he missed a call or text that didn't come up.
"Excuse me?" David says. "Last time my checked, my personal life was still mine. You don't see me picking on your love life."
"Single and ready to mingle." Santana smirked, lifting her left hand, revealing no ring.
"Shocker." David admits cockishly.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Santana nearly shouts.
"Oh dear," Kurt sighs.
"Not good." Finn sing-songed.
"Um, David," Blaine tried, but David was already in motion.
"Nothing. I just get this vibe from you."
"And what kind of vibe would that be?"
"Not too bad. I just get a sense that you're a little . . . how should I say it? Eccentric."
Both Kurt and Finn winced as he said the word.
"Eccentric? So wanting to have fun is weird?" David merely shrugged. "Well maybe it is to a little choir boy like you."
"Yeah, and I'm sure being with one person at a time is out of this world, to a mean girl like you."
"I guess so!" Santana cried. The room was quiet as the two stared one another down.
"Wow." Kurt breathed out awkwardly.
"Sooooo, gonna guess that's a no for coffee?" Blaine bite his lip as the words came out.
"Coffee?" Each turned to see Brittany and Mercedes making their way back into the room. "I love coffee."
"Blaine invited us to go along with him and the others to get some."
"Well then let's go! I'm craving a mocha blend." Mercedes urged.
"You guys gonna be okay?" Blaine asked Santana and David, who continued to scowl at one another.
"Fine."
"Perfect."
They spoke in unison. Santana rolled her eyes as she followed the other two girls out. David, tossing his phone back into his pocket, gave a loud sigh as he went along.
"Choir Boy." Santana muttered.
"Mean Girl." David whined.
"Oh so very original!"
Wes and Finn chuckled to themselves, leaving only Kurt and Blaine in the room.
"Well, this shall be entertaining." Kurt sighed as he and Blaine went to catch up with the others.
