Title: Blondes and coffee don't go together
Word Count: 711 words
Author's Notes: First story in English ever, it's not my mother tongue, so I'm already very sorry for all the mistakes. I try to limit them, but if you see any, just tell me! I hope you enjoy. :] And it's a bit short, so I promise that the next one will be longer!

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Chapter One: Blondes and coffee don't go together
Santana's point of view

She was walking down the road when a sudden urge for coffee overwhelmed her. She had her bus in half an hour, so she entered the nearest Starbucks shop she could find – and there were many in New York City!

As she entered, she immediately felt the warmth in the store, heard the chatter of a few hundred people waiting and the stewing of the coffee machines. Her eyes scanned the place, many different people, a large counter and a few people behind it, wearing the typical green Starbucks apron and the black Starbucks hat. She saw the interior she knew so well, the warm brown colours, the wooden furniture and all the people gathered around a table drinking their coffees and laughing.

The smell of coffee gave her a smile, she hummed to the song that was playing on the radio.

After a small fifteen minutes, it was her turn to order. She ran a hand through her dark brown hair and grinned to the tall blonde guy behind the desk. "Grande Caramel Macchiato please."

She was thinking of other things than coffee while she was waiting. It was late August, which meant she should get back to school when September arrived. The New York School of the Arts, her first year in college. She couldn't deny she was excited about it, it was a big step, and she could do what she liked the most, photography. High school was fun, but it had so many classes she wasn't interested in at all. And now it would be limited to the very minimum of obliged classes, such as English and Maths.

"Miss?"

Santana shifted her head towards a girl behind the desk, she held the tall coffee cup up in the air.

"Thank you." Santana said, taking over the coffee and nodding.

After the girl had thanked her for her visit, she left the shop and enjoyed the first sip of her Macchiato. Finally coffee, she thought sighing and smiled.

She made her way through a bunch of people and followed the road, ending up at a bus stop. She leaned against the glass wall and studied the time schedule. A bus in six minutes, she had a lucky day today.

At that moment someone bumped into her. Santana turned around, the cup of coffee slid out of her hand and crashed on the ground.

"Watch your fucking steps, moron!" the Latina yelled. Her precious coffee was now spilled all over the pavement.

"I am soooo sorry." It was a sweet, innocent, girly voice.

When Santana turned around, her eyes met a tall girl with blonde hair and light blue eyes. She bit her lower lip and had a nervous sparkle in her eyes. Other feelings lay in the black of her eyes, but Santana couldn't place them. And to be honest, she didn't even want to. That stupid blonde girl had ruined her coffee moment.

"I am really really really sorry! I will get you another one!" she excused herself, no clue about what she should do now.

"No time, I have a bus to catch. Damn you, that was my fucking coffee." she cursed. The other girl chuckled.

"You think this is funny?"

"You really swear a lot, don't you?" the other girl asked, she had relaxed a bit, but still had a blush of shame on her pale cheeks.

"None of your fu..." she swallowed the 'fucking' "none of your business."

Another soft laugh. "Well, I guess that's your bus. I am really sorry about your coffee. The next time we meet I'll get you one. Promised."

"Whatever." she got in the bus, flopped down on a seat at the back and searched for her iPod. While she was looking for a playlist to listen to, she couldn't help but think about what had happened.

This only happens in movies. And they always end up in love. So cliché. I am so not going into a relationship with her. The only thing she can get from me is a coffee cup deep down her ass.

She grinned, a song of Coldplay started playing and she soon forgot the coffee and the beautiful blonde.

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