"Fourth chair?! I can't believe it! I played that damned piece everyday for an hour!" The boy with slicked back hair had a beet red face and a black bowtie slightly askew.
"Hey Blaine, look at the bright side, at least you made top band." A tall blonde who looked about the same age as the boy tried to calm him down. "Hey San, what did you get? I got third chair, top band."
"First chair, top band." She said nonchalantly. "It wasn't that hard, im the only bari sax player at this camp." She shrugged. "Hey Britt, we better head back to the dorm, its starting to get kinda crowde-" The words hardly left her mouth before she was knocked to the ground by a different blonde.
"Ay, dios mío! Watch where you're-" The last words were never spoken as she was taken aback by the closeness of the other girl. She was on top of the brunette, their faces mere inches apart. As soon as the blonde realized what was happening, she scrambled off the latina muttering quiet apologies.
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"San, seriously, stop moping about. There aren't that many people here, you're bound to see her again." Santana and Brittany were sitting on the foot of the formers bed.
"I know. But-but she didn't even tell me her name. I'm just gonna take a nap, maybe forget about her for a while." She said while lying down on her bed.
"Ok, but don't get pissed when I wake you in an hour, we have our first rehearsal, remember?" A sleepy "Mhmm" leaves Santana's lips as she drifts off to sleep.
She awoke to the quiet chatter of two blondes in the living room. 'Wait, two blondes?!' She thought to herself. She tried to sneak a fleeting glance at the mystery blonde from behind the door, but it was too late. Blue and brown eyes met, blood pressure increased, and a faint pink tint was dancing across both the girl's cheekbones.
"Hey, San! This is our roomie, Quinn." How could it be? The girl she thought she would never see again, is now stuck with her for the next five days. Santana honestly couldn't decide if this was a blessing, or a curse.