Chapter 1
Santana's POV
I've always loved people watching. It's great; really, I mean there are some right freaks out there. Trust me, I'd know, I'm from Lima, where the weirdos of the world like to congregate and randomly burst into song and crap like that. Or at least that's what the freaks at my high school enjoyed doing. Looking back, McKinley was definitely a dump, but I loved it all the same, despite the crazies that went there.
New York had always been especially great for people watching, but I just couldn't concentrate. I had come to New York with big dreams of becoming famous, but I quickly realised how naïve I had been. I was supposed to be cheer-leading in Kentucky but as soon as I got there I wanted to barf and I knew it wasn't for me, so I moved to the 'Big Apple'. I didn't think that it'd be hard for a girl like me to be discovered, but it turns out I'm not as special as I thought. That was a HUGE blow to my ego. So now I was just kind of drifting. Thoughts of applying to college flitted around inside my head, but nothing seemed to feel like a real dream; I had outgrown my old wish of simply being famous, but I couldn't find another goal that really excited me. Everyone else seemed to have made what they wanted happen. Everyone but me. So, for now, I was getting by, hoping to find a new, more suitable dream in what was supposedly the greatest city of them all.
I never thought it would happen, but I was living with Berry and Lady Hummel, and it wasn't actually too bad. I'd managed not to murder either of them so far, and I hadn'tbadlyinjured them either. So what if Rachel had 'slipped in the shower' when she refused to let me have my own shelf in the fridge? She was fine now, and I have my own shelf: win win.
Shifting to cross one leg over the other, I exhaled sharply, idly staring ahead as my breath clouded in front of my face. It hung there briefly before being snatched up and away by the bitter wind into the drizzly New York air. I diverted my gaze and watched curiously as some poor moron walked past the bus stop where I was sitting, sporting a ridiculous pink Mohawk, way crazier than the dead squirrel that Puck had always insisted on wearing while we were at high school. I laughed to myself. Usually I'd make a comment to store in my vast warehouse of snarky remarks, probably along the lines of GM porcupine gone wrong, but I just didn't feel like it. I knew exactly why my enthusiasm had been drained, but I really didn't want to admit it. I tried to convince everyone, including myself, that I was feeling down because I wasn't doing anything productive here.
The truth was, I'd been feeling distracted ever since Mr Schue's flop of a wedding. All through the event, my best frenemy, Quinn, had been dropping pretty obvious hints and compliments for me to interpret in my own way. Unfortunately, I must've read her signals wrong because even after what I considered to be a crazy hot night with the gorgeous girl I had fantasised about since the beginning of high school, it was apparently just a 'one time thing'. I'd never had my hopes raised and then crushed so violently. Ever. Let alone in one night. And let me tell you, I do not take kindly to not getting what I want.
I needed to hide my feelings as my heart practically ripped in to millions of pieces, so I made a 'typically Santana' remark and requested that it be a 'two time thing'. No clue why I did that. Firstly, I probably sounded like a creep, and secondly, I knew it'd just hurt even more. Going again, knowing that my last chance of a future with Quinn had just been shattered was like rubbing a ton of salt into a huge open wound, soaking the wound in gasoline and then setting fire to it. I guess I just wanted to cherish what little time I had with her before it was too late. I made sure to play my A game so she had something amazing to remember me by. To Quinn, it was just experimental, drunken sex, but to me, it was a night with the girl of my dreams, the epitome of perfection. To know that she didn't feel the same was the worst feeling in the world, although worst feeling in the world was still the understatement of the century. Maybe it was time to stop fooling around with my blonde best friends and meet someone not from lousy Lima.
I guess that's why I love people watching; you get to wonder about how other people's hearts have been crushed. That might sound pretty sadistic, but I just mean knowing that you're not the only one to have fallen for someone forbidden makes it less painful. Only slightly, but it was something.
I sighed heavily as my bus pulled up. I stood and boarded in a trance, my head still in the clouds. I didn't even glance at the poor schmucks I'd have to share my oxygen with and, for the rest of the journey home, I imagined what life with Quinn would have been like. If only she had felt the same.
A/N This is my first story so reviews and constructive criticism is welcome :) It looked much longer when I wrote it but on here it looks really short haha, oh well. Hope it was alright.
The chapters will increase in length and (hopefully) quality, so please just stick with it, I promise it gets better!
As much as I'd like to, I don't own Glee, none of the characters are mine.