A/N: I don't own anything. As a disclaimer, I don't own the show or the characters (But I really want to fuck them. *Sad sigh because I know it will never happen*) Anyways, this is my first story. Reviews and rates are great encouragement! Thank you for reading! :)
~Kay
The Princess and Her Queen
It's official! Something is really wrong with me. Not in the physical sense, because I look amazing! Not being cocky, but there is use in denying it was I who inherited Mother's good looks of tan skin, pink lips, dimples, and long, curly chestnut locks. With not a hair out of place, no crooked teeth, sexy, Latina curves, my face is one of a princess- no pun intended.
With my looks, and kingdom, I could literally get any guy I want with a wink and the snap of my fingers. Except for one tiny detail; I don't want any guy. I told you something was wrong with me!
I should be perfect by now! I am a Princess damn it! Everything was supposed to be perfect! I was supposed to love have cucumber sandwiches and tea! I was supposed to love horseback riding with my legs hanging from the side! I was supposed to want to marry Prince Charming! I wasn't supposed to be dreaming about Quinn. I was supposed to become best friend with her and talk about the latest Prince on our minds! I'm not supposed to want to be the one on her mind and I'm not supposed to want her to be my best friend and more.
But alas, it seems fate has always had it out for me from the jump. Maybe the signs were there when I wanted to go shooting arrows with my brother. Perhaps it is the fact that I absolutely detest havingcucumber sandwiches and tea. I would rather have steak with Papi than being polite any day. Could it be because I love poking dead things with a stick? It would just be that fateful day.
It was my eighteenth birthday ball on March 15th. All royalty was bound to come and celebrate the much adored Princess Santana Diabla Camille Lopez. Isn't it' just exciting? Insert sarcasm. Anyways, I was dancing with a prince from some small ass country with a bad case of halitosis when I looked over to the left; my God, it was a beautiful sight. Pale skin, rose-red lips, a perfectly arched-eyebrow, platinum blonde hair and the not so stubble air of bitchiness, all wrapped up in a gorgeous tan dress that looked to be painted to her at the top and poured out from the midsection. She looked around the room with barely hidden distaste. Oh, how beautiful that distaste was.
I was so entranced in that I failed to notice my heels trampling Prince Halitosis. He tapped me on the shoulder to get my attention. "Princess Santana. If I may be so blunt, you are killing me! I know you don't want to dance with me if it has been this obvious for the past ten minutes and-"
"Wait! It's been ten minutes?!" I interrupt in a panic. I can't believe I was staring at her for ten minutes. "Why didn't you tell me?! You should have snapped me out of it sooner! I could have made a fool out of myself, Hallie! " As I continue with my rant, he looked like he was about pass a brick through his rectum. His dark brown gelled hair is falling in his face from all the shaking his head is doing. His mouth is bobbing up and down but no coherent words come out.
"What- who, um- how- Hallie?"
"Answer me, Hallie!"
Finally he comes to his senses. "My name isn't 'Hallie', its Prince Finn Gary Hudson, sixth in line! And who in the world are you talking about?! I try to get your attention for ten minutes and you snap at me!"
Throughout his monologue I try not to wince at how his lumbering six foot tall self has brought his face way too close to mine, but it is inevitable. I tried! I really did, but I had to say something! "Look, Finnocence, I do sincerely apologize for biting your head off, but I cannot handle this. My tits are sweating in this dress and my face is sweating because of your breath, your breath stank because of that appetizer you should have avoided. It would have been best if we could have prevented these situations from happening, however as human beings, we cannot. But! It would is best if we both remove ourselves from this situation immediately." I remove myself from his grasp and hold my hand out for him to shake. "Thank you for your time, Prince Hal- Finn," He awkwardly cleared his throat and took my hand. "Okay, so maybe I will see you in due time? Bye for now, Finnept." I give a small wave as I walk away.
I sigh in relief as I step out the balcony doors, into the cool night air I look over the fountain. I bask in the silence for about thirty seconds until I get scared out of my mind.
"Escaping your own party?" A husky alto voice chuckles from a dark corner to the right of me. I give an embarrassingly girlish squeal or gibberish in reply. It chuckles again.
"Can you come out and speak like a normal person! It is not polite to scare the birthday girl at her own party! And second! Who the hell stalks around in dark corners outside?! Don't you know I can go all Lima Kingdom on you?!" I rant with my arms flailing and face flushed.
She steps out and chuckles. My breath catches in my throat when I realize who it is. It's the same girl I was staring at inside. Her voice comes out like angels on the day Jesus was born. Her face up close is even better than Aphrodite.
"Are you done, Princess?"
"Am- Wha-You came here! What?! Me- done?" I can't get what I want to say out because all I'm thinking is, "Omg, I cannot believe I almost shat myself in front of a goddess."
She moves on to the full belly laughter. Did I hear a choir? She smiles her first really smile all night. "Quinn." She extends her hand towards me.
"What?" I ask looking stupid, probably with a little bit of drool on my face.
"Aren't you quite the charmer?" She smirks. "My name is Quinn. Mostly known as Princess Lucy Quinn Fabray, but I prefer Quinn." She waves her hand in my face before she extends it again. I rush to shake it.
"It's nice to meet you, Quinn! I, um. My name is Santana, you can call me Tana. I'm eighteen today. I'm legal. Are you?" I don't realize what I'm saying until she looks at me with a face similar to WTF? "….um… I didn't mean to say any of that….yeah..."
Much to my surprise, she burst out into gut-wrenching laughter that turn into wheezing. I look at her as she struggles for a good five minutes. Finally, she slows her laughter down and wipes her eyes.
"Oh, my God! Tana! Thank you for that laugh. I haven't laughed that hard in a long while. And yes, I am legal. I just turned eighteen, two months ago to be exact. Why do you ask?"
Oh, my God. The way she says my name! "No reason…" I twirl a lock of my hair and avoid eye contact. She touches my arm to get me to look at her.
"Tana, I think I know why." She says, dropping her voice a half step.
"And why is that, Quinn?"
"Because, you like me." My mouth drops open and I look at her like she's grown an extra arm and three more eyes. I can't believe the nerve of her! Even if it is true, how could she know?
"Pshh! Not even close!" I scoff and look away.
"Tana, I saw you looking at me for ten minutes." She deadpans.
"I did not!"
"You're right," I nod in agreement. "It was really more like staring at me for ten minutes." Hold up, what?
"No, I didn't, Quinn. You must be imagining things."
"Sure, if I imagined you practically drooling and walking all over Prince Finn, then yeah. Totally imagining things." She finishes with an eye roll.
I stand there speechless with my mouth gaping like a fish. She sighs dramatically and throws her hands in the air.
"Honestly, Tana! It's okay that you want me; I like you too" After she said that, my brain turned into mush. I can't believe it! She likes me! I think I said something back that sounded like gibberish because she laughed. She hugs me and kisses my cheek before she walks away.
"But you're just going to have to work to get me!" She calls as she throws a wink over her shoulder.
Dios Mios!
A/N: Might turn this into a series of one-shots. Rate and review please!
