Blonde haired, Hazel eyed bombshell. I'm not sure of much today, because I have another killer hangover, but that I am sure of this. She's the most amazing, attractive person I've ever seen. I don't even know how I'm going to survive this semester..I mean if she's the lecturer...Wow. I wants to get me some of her.
I was late to class, as per usual, she will get used to that and I walked in expecting to see good old Mr John Casus, but he was no where to be seen. In his place was this woman. She wasn't just a woman...she was the most beautiful human being I'd ever seen.
"And you are?" She asked after a moment of silence when I appeared in the doorway.
"Uh-Uh, San-Santana Lopez." I replied. Damn Lopez! Get your shit together!
"Do you often stutter, Miss Lopez?" Blue eyes, blonde hair, perfect figure. Her hair was flowing over her shoulders, with a simple braid in the fringe, she wore a pink sun dress and a pair of pale sandals. Everything just seemed simply perfect about her.
"What happened to Mr Casus?" I regain myself, "He finally bite the dust, eh?" I smirk, walking towards my seat.
"Actually, he did." She replied hesitantly.
"Shit. No way," I reply sarcastically.
"Miss Lopez!"
"What?"
"That's not appropriate. I am Miss Fabray. I'm your new Psychology lecturer."
"So wait, I have hazel eyed, blonde bombshell for the rest of the year?"
"I believe so. Now, carrying on with our work. The left hemisphere of the brain controls the right side of your body and vice versa for the right hemisphere..."
I didn't really hear anything else she said after that. I just stared the whole lesson at the perfect woman God had practically wrapped up and left on my front door step.
"Puck! Stop it! Get off me!" I giggled, throwing my hands up, hoping to smack Puckerman right in the face. We often had these little tackle fights. It was fun, until I'd had enough, that is.
"Ouch!" Yes! Success!
"I have to get ready," I say.
"Where are you going tonight?" He sighed.
"Out."
"Out where?"
"Will you get off my case, I'm a big girl, okay?"
"Fine. Do you want me to pick you up when you're done?"
"No. I'll get a taxi."
"Santana, it's not safe for you to be going out like this all the time."
"Leave me alone, Puckerman! I can look after myself. There's nothing wrong with really getting the whole college experience, right?" I winked, walking off to my room to gather my things for the night and change in to a sparkly, 'I'm getting wasted tonight' dress.
Puck and I share an apartment with Brittany. We're all students at Estelle College, in New York. We live on campus, so it's easier to get to and from classes and stuff, not that I really care. Classes are just a side effect of the College clubs, bars and discounts. I'm just here for a good time, really.
"What do you think of Miss Fabray?" I ask Puck, pulling the zip of my dress up.
"Yeah, she's alright, the Puckosaurus will bone here before the end of the year!" He laughed.
"Yeah right!" I retort.
"I bet you...My car that I have sex with her before you do!"
"Are you for real right now?"
"Course I am," He paused... "And if you lose, I get your room." I have the biggest room in our three bedroom apartment, and Puck's wanted it since we moved in.
"You're on." I say, putting my last shoe on and heading towards the front door.
"Where can I tell Brittany you've gone?" Puck sighed, as he stands in the door frame watching me walk down the front steps.
"Tell her I'll be at Marco's Bar." I yell, walking off towards the club.
"C'mon Fabray. You can do this. It's just one class today, you've got this!" I tried to talk myself into this, but really I've got no idea what I'm doing. I am scared out of my mind. This old guy, John died and I'm taking over his classes for the rest of the year. I've got Psychology, Chemistry and English.
A weird mix of classes, but I'm good at them all.
All the students start to file into the lecture room, filling the seats and chatting amongst themselves.
They're all speculating, wondering who I am.
'PSYCHOLOGY' I write on the white board. I exhale sharply. Here we go, Fabray. I smooth my hands over my pink sun dress, and look down at the sandals I threw on when I realised I was about to leave the house without shoes at all.
"Good morning, class." I say, creating a still silence throughout the room.
I get a mix of 'good morning' and 'hello' as they all reply.
"As I'm sure you're all aware, your past teacher Mr Casus has sadly left us and gone to a better place. I am very, very sorry for your loss. I am your new Psychology teacher. My name is Miss Fabray. I come from Lima, Ohio and I am very pleased to be here with you all through this journey of studying the human mind and all its bits and pieces."
The class went on for fifteen more minutes, and I felt more relaxed...That was until an extremely attractive Latino was standing in my door. I've never been attracted to girls, I went to school with a lesbian...It's not like I'm completely against homosexuality, I've just never experienced it. Until that day. She was...out of this world. Her shiny, black hair was ruffled over her bare shoulders, a black tank top covering half of the indecencies of her upper body. It really was just covering her boobs; leaving her shoulders, stomach and almost her entire chest region exposed, but in that moment I did not mind.
Her black leather pants were met at the ankle by a pair of studded high heeled boots and she wore this ridiculous smirk across her face. She looked like a devil...walking straight up the stairs of hell.
Crap! I need to say...something...anything!
"And you are?" I asked, hoping my breath would even a little and my blush would die down.
"Uh-Uh, San-Santana Lopez." She replied. Santana?! She's even got a hot name!
"Do you often stutter, Miss Lopez?" I ask, trying to clearly outline who's in charge here.
"What happened to Mr Casus?" She asks, "He finally bite the dust, eh?" her smirk returned to her face, as she took her seat.
"Actually, he did." I replied hesitantly.
"Shit. No way," Came the sarcastic response.
"Miss Lopez!"
"What?"
"That's not appropriate. I am Miss Fabray. I'm your new Psychology lecturer."
"So wait, I have hazel eyed, blonde bombshell for the rest of the year?" She thinks I'm a hazel eyed blonde bombshell?!
"I believe so. Now, carrying on with our work. The left hemisphere of the brain controls the right side of your body and vice versa for the right side." This lesson was going to be harder than I thought...
My phone buzzed in my hand, I looked down at it as I walked home.
Incoming call: Sam Evans.
What was Sam calling me for? I spoke to him this morning.
"Sam?" I say, answering the phone.
"Hey Quinn, how was your first day?" He asked me.
"Good, I'm just walking home now. How was your day?"
"Pretty good. How do you find your classes? I didn't see you in the staff room today." He sounded worried.
"Yeah, I only had one class today. Psychology. After that I just spent the rest of the day in my office, trying to catch up a little bit. I've got to look at what my students were working on before I got here...Kind of boring, but it's all part of the job I suppose." I laugh.
"Yes, well...My office is down the hall if you ever get bored or need someone to talk to," he says.
"Thanks Sam, that's really sweet."
"Quinn?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."
"Love you too, buddy." I say, hanging up.
Sam had graduated with me and we went through College together...never thought he'd be a teacher though. He was very anti college and only went because his parents forced him too. They'd finally saved enough money and didn't want to waste a cent of it.
We had a good time, dated for a little while but now we're just like brother and sister. I love Sam to pieces and I think I'd die without him, he is my saviour...And I get to see his cute brother and
sister...They're so adorable.
When we were in High School he was the quarter back of the football team and I was the Head Cheerleader, so we automatically clicked. We dated all through high school, on and off...The corridors would part like the Red Sea when we walked through.
Then things took a turn for the worst...There was this other boy, Finn Hudson...He was also quarter back of the football team for a period of time, and I also dated him.
One night, Finn and I were together and instead of cooling off when I usually did, I kept going.
All through high school I was preaching abstinence. I was a model student, boys never got more than making out...not even a little 'Something – something'.
Now I know it's no excuse, but I was drunk off wine coolers and I felt fat that day so I let Finn have sex with me. He told me to 'trust him', when it came time to stop...so I wouldn't get pregnant...Thinking 'trust me' was a good form of birth control is the second biggest regret I have.
The biggest regret was giving my baby girl, Beth, up for adoption.
I fell pregnant and I went through with the pregnancy. My popularity status was thrown to the gutter and the only thing I had going for me was Glee Club. Coach Sylvester kicked me off the Cheerios and everybody I knew outside of Glee stopped talking to me.
I wasn't even supposed to be in the Glee Club, but Sam and Finn both were so I went to be a good girlfriend and support which ever one I was with at the time.
I lost everything that year, my body, my popularity, my family, Sam, Finn and I almost lost my education. It was the scariest year of my life...But, I think even with both of the regrets that I hold today, I still wouldn't change a thing. Getting pregnant was an experience for me, it opened my eyes and it bought an amazing little girl into the world.
I get to see Beth every few weeks, and she calls me when she needs to...It's turned into a open adoption, I changed it legally with the help of Mercedes, my best friend-turned-lawyer.