"YOU ARE SO WRONG"
"Quinn I'm wondering if you want another slap, because I swear to god-"
"Oh bring it on bitch, this time I'll not restrain myself and I will pop those balloons to see if glitter comes from those!" Quinn said poking Santana's boobs.
"You better start running Fabray, if you don't want your next period come out of your nose" Santana said taking one step ahead standing right in front of a frustrated Quinn.
And then the stare contest begun. Well, until they felt a body trying to stand between them, one strong hand on each one of their shoulders separating them.
"Hey hey easy girls, what you fighting for now? Me again?"
"Oh shut it Pukerman, It was one time. And thank god I lost. I don't know how Satan here even puts it up with you"
"She's all for the little one here" Puck said gesturing to his pants, a smirk adorning his handsome face
"Well he's right"
"Ugh I don't want to hear about it" Quinn said with a disgusted grimace placing her hands in her ears.
"I mean he's right, he is little" Santana said, a smirk forming in her face.
"Oh but you entertain yourself" Puck retorted his smirk widening.
"Searching for it"
Puck shoot Santana a glare .Brows furrowing he was about to retort Santana's statement when they heard Quinn's laugh.
"Omg guys I don't even know how you two are a couple" Quinn said trying to hide her smile.
It was a joke. Santana knew it was a joke. But it still sucked. It was still too early to joke about it. Not for her. But for Quinn. The way she said it, Santana knew her too well to hear the hurt under her words. Even tho she was right.
Santana would never admit that because duh she'd die first before admitting Quinn's right, but she knew they didn't make a good couple. Even Mercedes said so. But she couldn't just not be with Puck. She knows him since forever and when Quinn told her that she wanted to be with him she knew she had to act on it.
It was something shitty she knew, because she didn't give a damn about the boy (not in that way anyway) but when she and Quinn started competing for Puck's attention, she knew she had to win. She had to have the boy because of the reputation he could give her. He was the best football player after all, even tho he wasn't the quarterback. So she did the only think she knew Quinn couldn't do. She had sex with him. (Well kind of) And she had him. She won.
But it didn't feel like wining. It felt like losing. Yeah she got the boy, but she lost a friend.
When Quinn found out they were a couple she stopped talking to them, and it hurt, it hurt so bad that Santana thought about apologizing but she just didn't do apologies. It was hard for all of them because Quinn kind of took Mercedes away and it was a little awkward when they all tried to hang out. Santana and Quinn didn't talk to each other for days. It was hard, because Quinn was the only one that could keep up with Santana's bitchy attitude. And Quinn was somehow dear to her. Ok she was maybe her friend. (Like maybe) But Santana didn't do apologies.
So days became weeks, and weeks felt like years. And the first time they spoke (screamed) to each other was when Santana found out Quinn had told couch Sue about her boob job. It was the first encounter they had after days of silent treatment and it ended up with Quinn becoming the new captain of the Cheerios and Santana at the bottom of the pyramid. It wasn't good days for both of them, because each one feared being stabbed in the back by the other one. It took them both three weeks and a little help from Mercedes (that consisted on making Puck locked them for the weekend on an empty classroom with three bottles of water, 50 cereal bars and 5 cans of tunas just after the end of Friday classes without scape) for them to arrange things. No one really knew what happened there, but the fellow Monday after the janitor opened them free, they parted ways and at the end of the day everyone knew Santana was the new co-captain and Puck had one broken nose and a black eye.
That week was the start of the new Quintana era, full of slushies and cries of a lot of losers students. And it felt right. The way it was supposed to be. She knew however, her relationship with Quinn was not healthy at all, because if she and Puck were to ever break out her four month relationship, Quinn would be there for him in no time and everyone knew ex boyfriends were off limits to friends.
She thought that if it wasn't for Mercedes then she would be no friends with Quinn. Because somehow Mercedes was the one who keep them together. It was like if somehow they needed someone more innocent and happy to balance them out. Someone who could stop the violence between them. They were a powerful trio, but it didn't help too much that Mercedes was on the glee club with the losers, and she, Puck and Quinn where supposed to slushie her.
"Hey babe you kind of zone out" Puck purred every word in Santana's ear.
"Uhm whatever" she said pushing Puck a little, and focusing again on her blonde friend.
"What were you fighting for anyway" he said moving away from her girlfriend knowing she wanted space, and he was not for a fight with her right now. Better a lady on lady than lady on him.
Quinn hearing this shot Santana a glare.
"Your stupid ass girl says she has her tongue reddish red. I'm telling her that she's wrong because her being freaking blind can't see she has her tongue pinkish pink!"
At that Santana held Quinn's glare.
"That's not true! I've just had a fucking caramelo that was supposed to give me a reddish red tongue, it always give me a reddish red tongue!" Santana barked out.
"Well then, your whole life is a lie" Quinn deadpanned smirking a little, while Santana shot daggers out of her eyes towards her.
Santana took one step closer to Quinn.
"Well, I certainly can see something red in the future, your fucking cheek after my slap!"
"Oh hell to the no!" Mercedes said approaching them from behind "you are not fighting again, you are not about to get someone injured and you" she said emphasizing each word "are" she pointed to Santana "going" she pointed to Quinn "to stop the violence. Damn girls! I've only left you three minutes to go to the bathroom and you are already all over each other!"
"And not in the good way unfortunately" Puck said earning glares from the three girls.
"Shut it Puckerman"
"Why are we friends with him again?"
"Watch your fucking mouth"
"Whoa! Why you gotta hate" Puck said after all the girl's replies.
"Why you fighting for anyways?"
"Cedes! Quinn says my tongue is pink!" Santana said to Mercedes giving her puppy eyes and pouting, somehow trying to get her support.
"Sorry to break it up to you but it is pink babe" Puck said earning a glare from her girlfriend.
"Ugh you dip-heads can't you fucking see?! Is your stupidity fucking blinding yourselves?" Santana said exasperated "IT. IS. RED" she said stocking out her tongue and closing her eyes for more dramatic effect.
"All I see is pink" Mercedes said
"Yep pink" Quinn said
"Totally pink" Puck retorted
"Fuck you" was all Santana said
"Ugh I can't believe it! How can they said that! That's blasphemy they should get arrested or something" Santana mumbled while stocking her tongue out and watching her reflection on the girls bathroom mirror "Thish i's budshit ma tong'he i's fucki'n re'h!" She yelled while closing her eyes.
"Oh! Nice tongue! Is like super-duper red! Want to see mine?"
That got her to suck her tongue in, spin towards the voice and to shot her eyes open. Bad move. She had closed her eyes so hard she had blurred vision now, and she had trouble seeing the girl in front of her, but she caught a glimpse of green where her mouth was supposed to be.
"Green?" Santana said rubbing her eyes. She had thought she was alone. "What are you doing?" She said adjusting her vision and trying to give the intruder the most intimidating glare she could.
"Do you ever pretend to wash your hands when leaving a bathroom just so the people around you won't judge you?" She said, her blue eyes shining through her long eyes lashes.
"No" was all word Santana could form. Now that Santana had adjusted her vision she could see that the girl was drop dead gorgeous. It was ridiculous unfair. She took her fucking breath away. Or she was having asthma. Yeah it may be that. She was going straight to the infirmary after this.
"Oh" the blonde goddess -I mean what- said. "Me neither"
"Okaay" Santana said turning on her heels and opening the door ready to leave when she felt a tug on her hand. She guide her eyes to it and oh gOD TH E GODDES WAS TOTALLY TOUCHING HER.
"Sorry" she apologized letting Santana's hand drop "It's just I have something in my eye... Can you please help me out?"
Santana had no words. Really what was happening to her? She felt her face red like a tomato and her heart started racing like crazy. She took a step forward and stood right in front of the blonde. She took one little step more towards her and placed her face inches away from hers.
The godde- ahem- the blondie smiled and turned her head up and looked up so that Santana could see the intruder in her eyes.
"Aren't eyelashes supposed to prevent things from getting into your eyes?" It was a rhetorical question Santana was sure of it so she just smiled. "But when I have something in my eye is usually an eyelash" she said lowering her head staring right into Santana's brown eyes. Santana could taste her breath "Is so eyeronic!"
At that Santana giggled. SHE FUCKING GIGGLED WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HER SHE WAS SANTANA FUCKING LOPEZ SHE DIDNT DO GIGGLES!
She couldn't stop tho. So she just covered her mouth and saw the blonde biting her lips trying to hold a smile, looking at her.
"So you are...?"
"Santana Lopez, weird you haven't heard about me"
"You know who I am?"
"No"
"Weird you haven't heard about me" blondie said with a wink, leaving the bathroom.
First of all Im sorry if there are lots of grammatical errors, english is not my first language and Im basing the grammar on google translate and my poor knowledge.
That being said Id love to know what you think about this intro! (:
Please give me feedbacks! this is something Ive just started and Ill love to hear your opinions.