A/N: Oh man, I was oh so confident about posting this and now that I'm about to, I am so worried that you all won't like it! This is my newest story, Never Let Me Go! Dantana, of course! If you've read my other story, When Dreams Come True, then you know that this story is aimed to be more angsty between the girls :S But I know a lot of you wanted that in WDCT, so it shouldn't be a surprise or disappointment :P
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Santana stuffed her physics text book into her neat locker. First period had been boring, like always, and now she grabbed her Algebra II text book for second period. Math was her least favorite subject, so needless to say, she was not excited about going to the class.
As she closed her locker, turning away from it as she did, her eyes caught on a head of blue hair moving through the hallway. The owner of the hair, a not-to-tall but not-to-short girl wearing black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket, walked confidently and superiorly. She definitely was not from Lima, Ohio.
Quinn approached Santana suddenly. "Thought you'd be in Algebra already," she commented, a hint of confusion in her voice.
"Who's she?" Santana asked, nodding to the blue-haired girl as she turned the corner. Quinn caught a look at her, and made an O shape with her mouth.
"Oh, new girl," the blonde said, looking back to the Latina.
"That's all you have? Aren't you always the one who practically does a background check on every single new student the moment they register?" Santana asked her best friend, baffled.
"Of course that's not all I have," Quinn insisted, giving a slight shake of her head. "You've never shown any interest in new people anyway."
"Yeah well..." Santana glanced at the corner that the girl had just turned, as if she might still be there. "I like her hair."
Quinn was looking at her weird. "Okay. Well, her name is Danielle Taylor. She moved from Los Angeles, California after her parents had a nasty divorce, and she opted to come live with her aunt until the bad times in LA wear off. She's seventeen, a senior. She doesn't turn eighteen until just before her graduation."
"Wow, you're efficient," Santana complimented her best friend, impressed. Danielle¸ she thought, letting the name roll around in her head.
"And anyway, her hair is so not cool. It's gaudy. She's obviously an attention seeker, dressing like that and dying her hair that color. Thinking she can take over the school, or something," Quinn grumbled bitterly, crossing her arms.
"Well, I like her hair," Santana told the blonde, turned completely away from the corner that Danielle had turned. "She's not on the Cheerios?"
"Nope," Quinn answered. "Coach said she didn't try out, either."
"Well then, it looks like you're place as head bitch in charge is safe, Quinn Bitch," Santana told her thoughtfully. "I'm going to be late for Algebra. See you later."
"Yeah, see you," Quinn replied.
They parted ways, and as Santana entered her Algebra classroom and took her seat, she let her thoughts roam. Quinn was immediately threatened by this Danielle, which was understandable. She was gorgeous, seemingly confident, from LA, and she was a senior. Quinn and Santana were just juniors.
Santana, however, wasn't threatened. In fact, she was facing an entire different emotion. It wasn't new to her, honestly. Those butterflies floating around in her stomach. Her clammy hands. It wasn't a feeling of jealously or anything of the such. She found herself attracted to that blue headed girl, even though she hadn't even seen her face yet.
Santana had known that she was different since the beginning of sophomore year. Some things had happened to her with a friend, and they hadn't ended very well. Basically, her friend Brittany and her had slept together, but then the girl told her that it was just a one-time thing. Santana felt horrible about it, and it didn't help that just a month later, Brittany ended up moving to Oklahoma for her parents' work.
Ever since then, Santana had vowed to herself that she'd keep that part of herself a secret. She didn't know what it was exactly. Lesbian? Bisexual? Whatever, though, because it wasn't coming out anytime soon.
Well, now it seemed to want to push itself up and out of Santana. That blue-haired girl brought it out in her, but Santana needed to suppress it. As if the last time hadn't gone badly enough. There was no way she was going to go through anything of the sort again. Plus, the girl was a senior, and she likely was strictly into boys. Most girls were, anyway.
She found that her Algebra class was over relatively quickly, what with her extensive thinking, and she left and headed to her Spanish II class. She took Spanish because she already knew it, and she needed two credits to graduate. Suddenly, she realized that Spanish II could apply to seniors as well, and her heart sped up thinking that maybe Danielle would have it with her.
That's crazy, Lopez. Stop thinking nonsense. You'll probably only ever see that girl in passing, she told herself. She needed to calm this down immediately, before she formed something even worse, a crush. She knew that would be the end of her. There was no way that she would survive it. Santana Lopez didn't do crushes.
As she stepped over the threshold to her Spanish class, she was sure that her jaw dropped all the way to the floor at the sight of this mysterious blue-haired girl. She quickly closed her mouth. Danielle was sitting in the only, previously empty seat in the classroom, which happened to be right next to Santana's.
Although she used to love having an empty seat next to her, she figured that it wouldn't bother her much having this senior sitting next to her. Although, this probably wouldn't help her situation at all.
Now, Santana could see her face. She was gorgeous. None of her features were odd or ugly, they were all soft. Her lips were a rosy pink, and they were full. Her eyes were dark brown, and Santana felt her breath hitch.
She slowly moved to her seat, setting her stuff down on her desk next to Danielle, who looked up at her with interest. Not wanting to seem shy or weird, Santana forced out, "Hey, new girl."
Danielle kept her eyes on Santana. "Hi." She looked down at the Santana's stuff as the Latina sat down. "This is your seat?"
"Yep," Santana replied, looking at her stuff for a moment before letting herself look up to Danielle. "You have a name?" Of course, Santana already knew her name, but she wasn't sure that she completely trusted Quinn, and she didn't want to seem like a creeper.
"Do you?" Danielle countered, looking at her pointedly.
"Santana," the Latina replied simply.
"Danielle," the blue-haired girl returned. "Are you a sophomore?"
Santana couldn't help but scoff. She had just turned seventeen. Did she really look like a sophomore? Most people had thought she was a junior when she was in sophomore year. "A junior." She tried to keep the bitterness in her voice to a minimum.
"Oh, sorry," Danielle told her, resting her elbow on the desk and setting her chin on her hand as she looked at Santana. "I'm not that good at guessing ages."
"It's fine," Santana forgave her immediately, surprising even herself. She wasn't forgiving. Apologies meant nothing to her. And yet, here she was. "You a senior?"
"Yep," Danielle answered, and Santana swore that her dark eyes moved over Santana's body. Santana tried not to gulp.
"So, where you from, Danielle?" Santana liked the way the girl's name roll off of her tongue. "No girl wearing those clothes can be from Lima." Did her tone sound flirty? On one hand, Santana wanted it to, but on the other, she hoped that it didn't.
"Los Angeles. You from here?" Danielle questioned.
"Yeah," Santana answered, giving her eyes a slight roll. "Lamest place to grow up. Would've much rather grown up in LA. Why'd you leave? Parents get a new job?"
Santana didn't know why she felt like she wanted to know this girl, even though she already knew the answers to her own questions. She felt like this was a totally different side of her, that even she hadn't ever seen.
"No, it's a little more complicated than that," Danielle answered.
"Hola!" came their Spanish teacher's voice. Santana felt herself sigh, realizing that class was going to start and that she could no longer talk to Danielle.
As class progressed, Santana was sure that she caught Danielle glancing at her more than once. Of course, that meant that Santana was glancing back just as many times, and the blue-haired girl was likely noticing it.
The bell rang at the end of class, dismissing them to leave third period. Santana began to grab her things, and Danielle stood, her things mostly already gathered. "See you later, Santana," Danielle told her.
"Yeah, you too, Danielle," Santana responded, giving the girl a smile.
Danielle moved around their desks, but then she stopped and put her hand on Santana's desk, just inches from the Latina's hand. Santana looked up at those dark eyes. "You can call me Dani."
And then she was gone.
Dani. Dani. Dani.
Santana had felt her breath hitch as Dani had finished talking, and now her heart was beating way too fast. Their proximity in the moment, and the way Dani had spoken... it was the first time Santana had ever felt turned on by something since the beginning of sophomore year.
She quickly gathered her stuff and rushed out of her classroom, but she didn't see Dani anywhere. Taking a deep breath, she headed to her fourth period. English III. Good, a class Dani would definitely not have.
Not that she didn't want more classes with Dani, but she didn't think she could handle being around her at the moment. The effects that she already had on Santana were insane. How that look she gave her was electrocuting. Those dark eyes arousing, her pink lips totally kissable.
Stop, Santana. Stop. You can't think like that. She wasn't flirting with you, she couldn't have been. Nothing like this ends happily, she reminded herself. Her heart seemed to sink at that reminder, just as she sunk into her chair in her English class. She had a feeling that today was going to be a bumpy day.
She was right. After her mood sunk in fourth period, it lifted again when she noticed that Dani had the same lunch as her. Of course, the girl was sitting with seniors, and Santana wasn't going to awkwardly approach her or anything. She made her way to the Glee Club members, where she'd started sitting a few months back.
She and Quinn used to sit with the Cheerios, since Glee Club was the loser club, but honestly, Santana felt safer with that group of "losers" than she did with the Cheerios. She felt no shame as she sat down next to her best friend at the table.
"What's got you looking so happy?" Mercedes questioned suspiciously. Of course she would be the one to ask. Mercedes was always looking for something new to gossip or talk about.
"Nothing," Santana insisted immediately, letting her smile drop from her face and sending the darker girl a glare.
"Are you on your period or something? You're acting really weird today," Quinn commented.
"No, I'm not on my period. And no, I'm not acting weird," Santana argued, beginning to eat her food. She didn't want a trial at the lunch table, so she quickly averted the topic entirely by asking Rachel, the talkative, annoying, diva of the club, "When are sectionals again?"
Quinn sent Santana a death glare as the short brunette began to rant about sectionals, which had been Santana's intention. The Latina just shrugged as she continued to eat her food. She tuned out Rachel and glanced across the cafeteria at the blue-haired girl sitting at her table with a bunch of seniors. She was laughing about something, and Santana couldn't help but want to see that smile, hear that laugh, again.
Dani, still smiling about whatever made her laugh, glanced away from her senior friends and suddenly met Santana's eyes. Dani wiggled her eyebrows at her, still smiling, and Santana felt her heart race pick up. She gulped and looked down at her food.
Damn it, Lopez! You could have at least smiled back at her! Santana looked back over at the girl, and found that she was watching her with interest, her chin once again resting on her hand. Santana quirked an eyebrow at her, and Dani did the same back at her.
"Who are you looking at?" Quinn asked, turning towards the Latina curiously. Santana tore her eyes away from Dani immediately and looked at Quinn.
"No one. I just got lost in thought," she insisted, her words stumbling out ineloquently.
"Sure," Quinn answered sarcastically, making it clear that she didn't believe that one bit. She looked in the direction that Santana had been looking, and Santana huffed. She dared to peek at Dani, and was happy to see that she'd moved on to talk to her friends. She looked back at Quinn.
"I got lost in though," Santana insisted, going back to eating her food. She had to stop this before it got out of hand. She knew that she did. But she still let her eyes wander to the blue-haired girl occasionally. Was looking such a crime?
Did you like it? I hate first chapters, or at least posting them. I'm always so afraid that no one is going to like it. Well, please review and let me know if you liked it or not :) Or if that's not your style, feel free to send me a PM. Also, follow me on Twitter at BrittzandTana!
Also, as this story progresses, if you have ideas you would like used in this story, just ask and I'll see if I can put it in. I think I might not be able to do that as much in this story as I did in When Dreams Come True, just because it so much easier to write things into a fluffy story lol idk.
A couple little notes... This story will switch between 3rd person focused on Santana and Dani. Not in any order, though. These will be separated bye " - " and you'll be able to tell. Thoughts are in italics, texts are in bold. Also in the event of a flashback, if one occurs, it'll also be in italics. Same for dreams, but it will be made clear which is happening lool.
So yeah really hope you guys liked this first chapter... :3 Please review!