It's funny, isn't it? Someone walks into your life, and suddenly, without knowing, that person changes everything. One day you feel yourself, and the next, you're this brand new person with a new expression and feeling. You know it; everyone around you knows it...

You're in love.

Maybe it was the way she moved, so gracefully and calmly. Maybe it was those soulful eyes that seemed so wise. Whatever it was, something about her had caught Quinn Fabray's attention.

It was odd; this new girl was so beautiful, and anyone who saw her in the street would've surely thought she was incredibly popular. Yet very few people knew her name.

It's not surprising really-she generally kept to herself. Instead of hanging out with the other girls or boys in her year, she instead would lay low in the library. Quinn often spotted her heading out of their when the bell rang for lessons to start again, clutching a book tightly to her chest, looking around with a slightly defensive look on her face.

She was beautiful.

She was mysterious.

She was Santana Lopez.

"Everybody, settle down! I'd like to introduce a new student. Why don't you introduce yourself, hon? Mrs Lucy moved to the side of the class as Santana nervously wrung her hands, desperately trying to form some sort of intelligible sentence.

"Um, I am, uh, Santana Marie Lopez. Um, I come from, um..." She paused, as if she had to think about it. Maybe she did, though. Quinn saw the anxiety and pure fear in her dark brown eyes. "New Mexico. I come from New Mexico, yeah."

"So, what do your parents do? Any siblings? Hobbies?" Mrs Lucy urged the new girl.

"Well, my uh, m-my mom is, um, she is a research scientist and my father is, a, um, doctor. Yeah. And I'm an only child. Um, hobbies? I guess I like gymnastics."

"Oh!" Mrs Lucy seemed pleasantly surprised by the last sentence. "Gymnastics? Fabulous! You should join the Cheerios! Quinn here is head cheerleader, I'm sure she could recommend you to Coach Sylvester, eh, Quinn?"

And that's when it hit Quinn Fabray how stunning Santana really was, when she looked her straight in the eyes, her expression a mixture of adoration, fear and curiosity.

Quinn smirked a little. She knew she had Santana's attention. I mean, she wasn't surprised, not in the slightest. She was one hot cheerleader, and she knew how to flaunt it.

"Of course, I would be so, so happy too. I love helping out others." Quinn lied. She hated helping out others! But, Santana was...different. Good different, and she wanted to get to know her. A first for Fabray, of course. Usually she was scheming and stabbing people in the back (not literally, though-Quinn was a bitch, but not a murderer).

It was easy for Quinn to strike up a conversation with Santana after class.

"Hey, Santana. I'm Quinn, but you probably already know that."

Wow, she's cocky. Santana thought to herself inwardly. She took Quinn's extended hand and shook it cautiously.

"H-Hey, Quinn. What's up?" She desperately tried to stop her voice from squeaking. She hoped she had an air of confidence about her. Girls like Quinn would make mincemeat of you if you didn't act or look a particular way. She was sure if Quinn knew she was even remotely nervous that she'd make her life a living hell. But so far, she was being nice.

"Well, seeing as you like gymnastics, I thought I could give you some pointers, ya know, before you join the Cheerios. You have to be in top condition before you think about auditioning. Coach Sylvester is brutal. But I'm sure with recommendation from me, you'll have a higher chance of getting on the squad."

"Um, thanks, but no thanks, Quinn. I don't really wanna join the Cheerios. But thanks for offering." Santana started to walk to Spanish, but Quinn stepped in front of her, hands on her shapely hips, hazel eyes narrowed.

"What do you mean, you don't want to join? Everyone wants to join! Being on the Cheerios means instant popularity and bonus hotness points." Quinn looked Santana up and down, as if to say 'but sweetie, you're hot enough all ready'.

"Well, I guess I'm not everyone. Anyway, reds not my colour."

"Red is EVERYONES colour! Come on!"

"Like I said, I'm not everyone. I gotta go"

And with that, Santana stalked off. Quinn was left speechless. She had definitely seen the shifty look on her face as she said 'I'm not everyone'. Something was off with this little hottie. And she was gonna uncover it.