So this is my first ever fanfiction! I've read so many and I thought it's time that I give it a try! I mean I really enjoy writing so why not?

Hope you guys like this story!

SANTANA'S POV

It's late. It's dark. It's cold.

And I'm fucking walking home alone. Ugh. This is just great!

I should have never even gone to that stupid party.

I'm gonna have a massive hangover tomorrow and I'm probably not even gonna remember that I made out with like 5 guys by tomorrow. Why did I even make out with them? Stupid alcohol and its stupid effect.

Okay two more houses and I'm home. Then I can get in bed and sleep like there's no tomorrow. Well I can sleep all of tomorrow, it's Saturday! Thank fuck.

Santana stirred in her bed until finally deciding to check out what all the commotion was.

"What's all that fucking noise?" Santana mumbled to herself as she was getting up. She looked over at the clock.

"10 in the morning? On a Saturday? Are you fucking kidding me?"

She started going downstairs.

"Good morning sunshine! Isn't it a little early for you? You usually get up in the afternoon on Saturdays!" her mom was saying as she poured herself and Santana a cup of coffee.

"Oh trust me, I wasn't planning on being awake at the crack of dawn!"

Santana took the cup of coffee and sat down near the table. Her mom soon joined her. "it was all that fucking noise from outside! What the fuck is going on? Did someone get murdered or something? That's probably the only reason that I will accept for waking me up…" Santana was wearing one of her famous growls. Her head was pounding and that noise and no sleep didn't really help.

"first of all, watch your language missy!"

"whatever…" Santana mumbled under her breath

"Second, nobody got killed! Thank goodness! It's just the new neighbours moving in."

Santana's head shot up. Their neighbours used to be the Evans family. Their oldest child, Sam, was Santana's best friend. That is until they had to move away since they couldn't afford this house. She didn't like to think about Sam that much because honestly, she missed him to death. They used to be so close and now they just talk on the phone or text occasionally, it just wasn't the same.

"I know you miss Sam honey, but please just give the new neighbours a chance! I heard they have a daughter your age! Maybe she could… replace Sam?"

She almost started crying right then. "She can't replace Sam mom! Nobody can!" she yelled and stormed back up to her room.

Santana was watching some old cartoons on the tv that was in her room, but all the noise from the trucks and men shouting to carry more items inside drowned out the television's sound.

"ughhhhh" she yelled as she went up to her window. She pushed the blinds open so she could see Sam's house. Oh wait, Sam's old house.

At first all she saw was trucks and men carrying furniture. Then she looked near the front door of the house. There was a man and woman talking to one of the workers. They were both taller then average and blonde. Santana thought they looked like one of those stuck-up, rich couples that play golf for fun. Wonderful. The new neighbours seem great! She thought to herself while rolling her eyes.

When she looked back outside she saw a little blonde girl running out of the house and next to the couple. She looked around 10 years old. She had the same blonde hair as her parents and deep blue eyes.

Oh goody! They have a little girl to wake me up early every Saturday! My dream has come true! Santana was known for her sarcasm and bitchiness.

And then someone else came out of the house. She was definitely the girl her mom was talking about. She seemed Santana's age, so it must be her.

The girl was also tall and blonde, but somehow she seemed different from her parents. Her hair just seemed blonder and softer and just prettier. And her eyes were much bluer than the rest of her family. She was wearing jean shorts that showed off her long, perfectly toned legs and a baggy grey t-shirt with a drawn red heart in the middle. She walked out of the house smiling a big white flashy smile, and went over to her sister. She snuck up behind the little girl and started tickling her.

Santana looked closely at the older blonde, judging her.

Puh-lease, mom thinks this girl can replace Sam? Be my friend? I mean she is drop dead gorgeous, and wow her eyes really sparkle… they must be the bluest eyes I have ever seen… and her legs are really toned and… wait. What the fuck are you doing? No, she moved in to Sam's place! She's the enemy!

Santana went back to watching tv, but her mind kept wondering off. Actually, her mind was pretty much having a debate with itself.

Do I really have to hate her? I mean technically it's not her fault… but no she can't think I'm her friend and that means I can't be nice to her! But wow she really is pretty… stop. What the fuck? Are you going lesbian or something? Snap out of it Santana!

She tried not to think about that girl, but whenever she did, she'd just keep repeating to herself,

She's the enemy.