Unexpectedly Yours

1.

I have a soft spot in my heart for blondes…I just don't know why. Maybe it's the color of their hair. It's like their heads are the sun and their hair is like sun rays. I know it's stupid, isn't it?

"My name is Santana Lopez, and yes, I am a blonde-aholic!"

Now please don't misunderstand me, I am not a blonde haired woman chaser. I'm the polar opposite by the way. I am a nerd.

"You should be proud of that," my Mami said to me once.

"Yea," I said sarcastically as I readjusted my thick, black rim glasses on my nose.

The first blonde that I fell in love with is my best friend, Brittany. It happened one night. I replay that encounter over and over again in my mind.

I remember her looking into my brown eyes as she asked, "What about our friendship?"

That question made me stop whatever I was trying to do.

"Britt, we'll be okay!" I said.

"You sure," she asked.

"Yes," I said and then we made love for the first time. We were each other's firsts.

After our encounter, which was sweet and full of inexperience from both of us, things were different between us. It started out with little things like the amount of texts we sent to each other. Then it progressed into not sitting together at lunch. Rock bottom, for, was when we stopped talking altogether for a good month even though we weren't mad at each other. The friendship was changed,

I was missing her so much. I ran to her house and pounded on the Pierces' door.

"Hold on…hold on…" Mr. Pierce yelled as he opened the door.

"Hello, Mr. Pierce, is Britt home," I asked hopeful.

"Upstairs, but…" he started but I bolted past him and ran up the stairs and knocked on her door.

"Come in," Brittany said trying to stifle her crying.

"Britt?" I asked as I opened her door.

"Santana, what are you doing here?" she asked as she wiped the falling tears from her cheeks.

"I wanted to see you," I said as I slowly moved to the bed and sat on the edge.

"You said we'd be okay! I don't feel okay, do you," she asked me as she stared straight ahead at the wall, which was covered with photos of us throughout our life. We met in kindergarten.

"I'm so sorry. It's all my fault," I said and started to cry.

"It's both of our faults. We should have never did anything. We were fine before why did we have to ruin it?" she asked.

"I don't think we're ruined, B," I said and looked her in her eyes.

"You don't?" she asked relieved.

"No, no…we're talking now. If we both didn't care about each other we wouldn't want to work it out…I wanna work it out!" I said.

"I wanna too," she said as she lunged at me. We almost fell off the bed, but I somehow caught us.

"Whoa! I am so sorry…" I said as I massaged her back.

"I'm sorry…but you know what?" she said after she broke the embrace. She had a nostalgic look on her face.

"No what?" I asked.

"We'll never forget our first time!" she said and smiled.

"No, Britt, we will not," I said and squeezed her hand.

Instantly, we were back to being Santana and Brittany, best friends for life.

A week later I am sitting here in my room, thinking about someone who I know would never go for me. Not in a million years. But I can't help it. Her image is engraved in my mind. It has been for a while.

I got up enough courage to ask Brittany, "What do you think about Quinn Fabray?"

"Um, I don't…." was her response.

She didn't have a lot of interaction with us. She was, rightfully so, head cheerleader for the Cheerios. We definitely weren't. Britt and I along with a few others were in GLEE together. This was, for a long time, so not the cool club to be in. We didn't care because we got to perform in front of people and we learned the lyrics to some of modern music's classic songs. Song like, "Born This Way" from Lady Gaga, "I'm Sexy and I Know It" by LMFAO, and many others. We all had a love of music and of performing that united us. We were a family and sometimes we forgot about this, but then was reminded by our teacher, Mr. Schuester.

"Why'd you ask 'bout Quinn?" Brittany asked intrigued.

"Do you think she'd be interested in me," I asked.

Brittany began to laugh hysterically until she saw my expression. She stopped abruptly making a weird noise.

"Oh, sorry…San, you're serious?" she asked a little shocked.

"Um, I was…" I said and looked down at my homework. I've been trying to help Brittany with her homework since we almost the same class schedule. We shared every class except Math together.

Brittany dropped her pen down and said, "Santana, look up at me." I did was asked.

"I'm sorry…I thought you were joking. Um, if you're interested in her, you should go for it. Just be prepared…" she warned with a smile.

"I am, but I don't know how to even introduce myself," I said honestly.

"Well, do we know anyone who knows her," she asked.

We both pondered that question for a long time. Too long to my liking.

"Um, I could muster enough courage to talk to Puck," I said apprehensively.

"Do you really wan to? Didn't they date?" she asked.

"Oh yeah. He'd probably laugh in my face and tell me something crude and rude about how many times they hooked up…" I said.

"Yup, who else?" Brittany asked.

"I dunno," I said and got discouraged, "it's okay. Just a passing thought!"

"Does she pass your thoughts a lot," Brittany genuinely asked.

"Honestly…"

She nodded her head up and down.

"Yes, she has been on my mind constantly. I don't know why," I said.

She smiled and said, "You should try…I'll be here if you need me!"

I smiled and extended my hand out for a high five and said, "Thanks, B!"

"No worries, S…we're best friends! I got your back!" she said, smacked my hand and smiled.

After we finished our work, she left and I got to thinking.

How should I approach her? Walk right up to her? Try to be discrete? Leave her a post-it note on her locker telling her to meet me somewhere, but don't sign it…oh geez, I don't know.

By this time I was overcome with sleep. The last thought I had before I closed my eyes for the night was that of Quinn smiling at me.

Tomorrow could be the day that changes my life.