Okay, so here's a new story, and it's kinda just a side project of mine and my boyfriend's that we've been working on. We have an outline planned out for this one, and it's kinda just our new thing. But, review it and let us know what you think about this. & hopefully, we'll be back before too long with the next chapter in this new story.
P.S; NO. I'm not giving up on The Last Fight, I just have way too much Santana & Quinn in my head for only one story, you know? (:
Sunset Boulevard Chapter One:
-Santana's P.O.V-
It was the second practice of the summer and I had a lot of work to do to whip these new girls into shape for the start of the season in August.
I've been head cheerleader since my sophomore year when I proved that I had the skills to make it.
I had worked and choreographed routines that had won us 2 National championships, and I would be damned if I didn't get another national championship during my senior year.
As my girls jogged on to the field, I kept my eyes on my toes as I stretched my legs out and bent towards them. I did the same routine on the other leg, as I waited while some of the freshman jogged over.
I looked up, searching the girls to make sure I had all 16 of them there. I stood up and wiped my ass off as I walked over to the group.
"Hi Santana!" a young freshman, named Sarah, I believe called out as I came near.
"Hey girls! Did we all have a good night last night?" I asked with fake enthusiasm as they all started replying.
"Good. Cause today I'm gonna work your asses to the bone." I said with an evil grin as they all started groaning.
"Well, since you guys don't seem as enthused as I am, stretch. Then meet me at the track."
I called out as I walked slowly towards the track. By the time I made it to the track all 16 girls were there waiting on me.
-Quinton P.O.V.-
First day of practice for the summer. I know that being new would cause problems but walking up to the field to start practice, this was not what I expecting.
"Drumline, line up!" The band director Dr. Jay Hartford but better know a Dr. J, yelled out on to the field to round-up the line.
"This is Lucy Fabray she just mov..."
"Um... actually I go by Quinn if you don't mind Sir." I say as I flip my hair out of my face.
"That's fine. Drumline this is Quinn Fabray she recently moved here from Oklahoma she will be this years p2 on the line. She will also be playing the guitar for concert band this year."
"Quinn these are our snares; Jake our p1, Ryder our p3; basses, Dylan p1, Ryan p2, Cole p3, Jamie p4; quads Damian and Seth."
"So now we have another girl on the line. Dr. J, Jamie was an exception, girls don't belong on the line. Especially on my line." Jake the p1 and obvious leader of the line said as He stared at me.
"Yea, how come she just moves here and gets the p2 seat. I've been here since freshmen year and I'm only a p3. That should have been mine not hers. said Ryder."
"Guys just give her a chance, you gave me one, its only fair and besides for all you know she could be better than you Ryder so shut up."
Jamie said as she put her bass down and shook my hand.
"Us girls got to stick together. Now let's go get you a snare so we can see how good you are. I have to see what im backing up" she says as we start walking.
"Yep us girls. To bad im one of the guys." i say under my breath as we head to the band room to get my stuff so we can start practice.
"Who's that girl?" I ask, pointing to the raven haired cheerleader standing by the edge of the track.
"Oh, her. That's Santana Lopez, head cheerleader, HBIC, and hottest lesbian I've ever seen, and I'm straight!" Jamie replied.
"Oh." was my only reply as we make our way to get my stuff.
-Santana P.O.V.-
"Okay. Originally you were going to do 10 laps, but since you decided to groan and gripe about getting worked you get 26 laps. One lap for each girl,since each one of you complained. I want to see jogging or running, no walking! If I catch you walking, you get extra laps. Go!" I said.
I stood next to the track and watched with a grin as one of the girls fell flat on her ass after she tripped over her own shoe string. I decided to let my eyes travel and they ended up on the hot new blonde that was on snare.
She had a rocking bod, although her clothes were too baggy for my liking. But, her hair was shaggy, hitting above her shoulders, and she seemed to be listening hard to the girl she was walking with.
10 min later she came out of the band room with a snare i see this and now I'm wondering how good she must be with her hands.
"I need to get laid" I think to myself.
Suddenly, she looked up at me, and all I could see were gorgeous hazel eyes and then a fierce blush left on her cheeks.
I smiled at her, grinning when I slightly tilted my head and she was just staring at my ass.
"Stacy! 2 extra laps! I said, NO WALKING!" I yelled, flipping my aviators down into place, as I started walking to the bleachers on the other side of the field, pausing to look back at the blonde. Obviously, I was gonna be here awhile.
-Quinton P.O.V.-
10 min later
Jamie and I come out of the band room with a black and green snare with a black panther in the middle of the snare head.
"These are much cooler then the ones we had at my old school. They were so plain and so...white."
"We just got these this year. We got a grant and Dr. J said that the drumline will be the first thing that had to change."
As we keep walking and come to the end of the track I see Santana talking.. ok well.. yelling at one of the girls.
"Stacy! 2 extra laps! I said, NO WALKING!"
I turn to look at Jamie to ask if she is always like that but as I go to open my mouth she said "Dont make eye contact, just keep walking, and yes she's always like that."
As we keep walking Santana and I lock eyes. I stop walking and just stare. Let me just say if you saw that ass, you would be staring too. So much for not making eye contact.
-Quinton P.O.V.-
As I get ready to leave the band room I check my phone for messages that I might have missed.
From Grumpy Kitty: Hey asshole! I see you forgot how to use your phone down in Florida. It's been almost a month since you moved! It would be nice if you would call or text your bestfriend, you know. Text me or call me i miss you blonde head.
To Grumpy Kitty: Hey I'm sorry I've just been real busy with trying to get all my transition stuff together and mom and dad are killing me with this move. i miss you too grumpy. I'll call you tonight before i go to bed or we can face time or something. but I haven't forgotten about you. promise.
As I finish the text I throw my stuff in my car in the backseat and get in and start the engine. I plug up my galaxy to the auxiliary and turn to a playlist. I back up my car out of the parking spot.
CRASH
I can not believe this shit. I just got this car together. I look into my passenger side window and I see a blue BMW convertible. In the car I see a dark-haired ponytail in the driver seat and a blond-haired pony in the passenger seat. From what I can tell, the blonde was in tears and the driver was giving me a look from hell as it looked like she was yelling.
I get out of the car to see what the damage was on my car and the other car and to see if the girls in the other car are okay. As I get out and close my door I hear the door of the other car close and was met with the last person that I would want to see.
Santana. Maybe she won't be so bad since I'm new and I think she seems to think I'm a decent human, even though we haven't really met yet.
She comes up round my car before I could really get my mind straight, cussing and yelling at the top of her lungs.
"Ay dios mio! Mi papi is going to murder me! What have you done? I just got this car like 3 days ago! Oh my god. What the hell am I supposed to tell my father? He's gonna murder me, and you!" She turns to look at me, pointing her finger.
Suddenly the blonde in the passenger seat recovers enough to get out.
"Santi, is your car broken?" the blonde asks, wiping tears from her face and clinging to Santana's side.
"Yes, B. My car is now broken. But, it's okay. No one got hurt." Santana says to the blonde, rubbing her arm soothingly.
"Hey, listen. Let's talk about this like adults. How about I fix your car? I'm a really good mechanic. I promise, I fixed my car, even. Although, you can't tell right now..." I ramble off for a second.
"I don't even know you! What makes you think that I would trust my car to someone who I don't know a fucking thing about?!"
"Just... just let me fix it. It is my fault after all." I reply, praying to whatever higher being that Santana agrees.
"Ugh! How do I know your not just gonna ruin my car? My dad is away on a business trip. He will be gone for only 3 weeks. Do you see my car, do you see my fucking car, because right now I honestly don't think you do! You have exactly 3 weeks from tomorrow to get this fixed. What's your number? I'll text you to get your address."
Santana states as she tells the blonde to go get in the car. I state my number, and she leaves after calling me so I'll have hers.