Destined Encounters

Part One:

Hello! Thank you for choosing this story to read. I'd like to tell you a tale of how two people met and fell in love with each other with my help. Well a little bit! I hope you enjoy it!

Who am I? Well, excuse my rudeness. I should have introduced myself first. My name is Destiny and I am ions and ions old. I have been put in charge of the lives of two strangers who have had their share of ups and downs so far in their young lives.

Now even though I am that old it doesn't always mean that I am right. I'm not Wisdom! Oh no, I can never be him. Despite this, I've been around for a long time and have picked up quite a lot in my area of expertise! It also doesn't hurt to be best friends with Prayers. She and I have known each other since the very beginning.

Every night she watched over the people who prayed before bedtime and she always wanted to help everyone. Sadly she couldn't so she had to send their requests to others who help watch over the humans.

One day she called me over and said, "Hey, Destiny, I think I got something for ya!"

"Oh, yeah, what?"

"Well there are these two girls who have asked for the same thing every night," she began and then continued, "They just want to be in love and to give that love to someone."

"Aww that's sweet," I said, "You should give them over to Love, not me!"

"I know, I know, but I think you could help them better," she said.

I smiled at her. "Okay, I'll see what I can do," I said and raised my hand for a high five, which she gave me.

Because she told me about these two girls I had the ability to watch their lives from above. I can do a split screen between them. The one thing that they had in common, which made it a little bit easier for me was that they were going to continue their education in a magical place called, "New York City"!

If I still haven't lost your interest, here comes the fun part and where my job truly began.

First destined encounter:

It was a blustery fall afternoon, very untypical for that time of the month in the city. It was the second week of September and both girls were settled in their respective dormitories, but neither enjoyed the idea of that much closeness with other people they really didn't know. They didn't complain, though. They were just thrilled to get out of their hometowns and high schools.

Anyway, they were both walking down the over crowded streets of New York City and weren't paying attention to their surrounding due to their iPods in their ears. "What is an iPod," I asked Technology once when we were all sitting around having lunch.

He pushed his thick, black rimmed glasses and said, "It a small or big device that plays music that they buy off a huge music/television show/movie catalog called, 'iTunes'…it's pretty cool!"

Anyhoo, back to those two girls…they were both walking pretty fast around the same corner. Within seconds they bumped into each other. The impact of their collision made them fall down despite every attempt they made not to.

"Geez," Santana, one of the girls, huffed, "You gotta watch were you're going!"

She yanked out her ear buds, but still hadn't looked at the person who accidentally bumped into her.

"Well, the same could be said about you. Wow!" Quinn, the other one, said as she gathered her pile of papers she was carrying. She too didn't look up for seconds. They finally looked up at the same time. Quinn was taken aback by the pair of insanely intense brown eyes that were staring at her. Santana was rendered speechless because of the hazel ones staring at her.

"Uh, I'm sorry, are you alright," Quinn stuttered.

"Yeah," Santana said as she got up. She extended her hand to Quinn to help her up, but she refused it.

"Okay," Santana said as she moved her hand away.

Quinn stood up and then sighed. There was a few seconds of awkward silence and then Santana said, "Well, this was an experience. Watch where you're going…"

"You too," Quinn said and half smiled.

Then they walked away from each other.

When she was a couple of feet away from Santana, Quinn turned around. She watched as Santana walked away. Then Quinn faced forward and continued on her way. Wouldn't you know it? Santana turned around to witness Quinn walk away.

"Why are humans so hard to understand," I said to myself and huffed annoyed.

Second destined encounter:

Some months later, they were studying for their final midterms of their first semesters and they both needed a caffeine fix.

Santana headed out of her dorm at NYADA where she was studying acting and singing. She was thought to be pretty good back home. That had been her only passion growing up in Lima. Where's Lima? It's a small town in Ohio. From the time that Santana was a child she wanted to get out of the small town. She wanted to explore the world and meet different people. As she grew up, she feared that this would never be possible so she did some questionable things. Ultimately she graduated from high school and found herself in New York City as she attained her goals and dreams.

Quinn on the other hand was a foster child. She was bounced from foster family to foster family. One family was nice to her and she loved them, but they couldn't afford her and their other children. Quinn wasn't theirs biologically so she was the rational choice to be thrown out. Some were horrible to her and they only wanted her because of the money they'd receive because of having her. At eighteen she aged out of the system and has been supporting herself ever since. She has a dream of becoming a lawyer and she was well on her way of achieving it.

That day, Santana arrived at the coffee shop first. Instead of ordering a beverage and leaving I decided that she should stay!

With her latte in hand she found a table right next to the floor to ceiling window. She plopped her stuff down and then she plopped down also. Being absolutely exhausted, she brought the coffee cup to her lips. She opened her mouth and allowed the steaming hot liquid to glide down her throat.

"Wow, that's hot," she said calmly.

Then she just sat there and tried to calm her nerves from all the studying she was doing.

At that moment the coffee shop door swung open. Quinn walked into the establishment and walked to the counter. She placed her order and looked around for a seat. Her back was facing Santana. She turned and almost saw her, but she saw an empty seat in front of Santana's seat. If it weren't for a large man sitting at the middle table they would have seen each other right away.

"I gotta push them together," I said.

As the big man was about to drink his hot coffee I made him misjudge the distance between the cup and his mouth and the coffee spilled all down his shirt.

"Jesus Christ, that's hot," he exclaimed as she fumbled for napkins or anything to clean himself up. He had to get up from the table to get napkins from the dispenser. As soon as he moved totally out of the way, Quinn glanced at Santana.

"Should I try and introduce myself," Quinn asked herself.

She didn't have a choice as I tilted her seat almost making her fall down. She caught herself and flattened her shirt out from nervousness. She timidly walked over to Santana who was playing with her iPhone.

"Uhmm," Quinn cleared her throat to get Santana's attention.

Nothing.

She did it again.

"Do you want something," Santana asked still preoccupied with her phone.

"Wow!" Quinn responded.

Santana's head bolted up as Quinn was turning around.

"Wait!" Santana bellowed out. She promised herself that she'd recognize that "wow" if she heard it again.

Quinn jumped into the air at the loudness of Santana's scream.

People turned their heads in the direction of the noise.

"Sorry," Santana said and waved at the other patrons.

"Please don't go!" Santana pleaded with Quinn.

As Quinn was turning around she had a genuine smile on her face. Santana's heart melted.

Santana must have been staring for longer than she thought when Quinn waved her hand in front of Santana's face.

"Hey," Quinn yelled.

"What…sorry…please sit down," she invited quickly as she yanked her purse off of the other chair.

Quinn cautiously sat down on the chair.

"Are you following me," Santana asked jokingly.

Quinn scoffed at the comment.

"Tough crowd," Santana said, "Eh, hi!"

Santana extended her hand for a handshake.

Quinn grabbed the smooth, Latin hand and shook it forcibly.

"I'm Santana Lopez…"

Nothing. Quinn was intensely feeling Santana's hand.

"And you are?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Quinn said as she realized what she was doing. "I'm Quinn Fabray!"

Santana tried to pull her hand out of Quinn's grasp and did so after a few tries.

"Strong grip!"

"Thank you," Quinn replied stupidly.

Santana chuckled lightly. Quinn's face blushed.

"I'm sorry about that day. Were you hurt at all," Quinn said sincerely.

"Nah, I can take a lot!"

Quinn smiled. "Oh, that's good!"

"Were you hurt," Santana asked.

"No, little sore, but nothing horrible. In fact, I don't know if the soreness was there before or if it came after we fell."

Santana raised her eyebrows in curiosity.

"Um, yeah, I, um, had an evening," Quinn said shyly.

"Hope it was a 'good' evening," Santana suggested with a smirk.

"Eh," Quinn said not too enthused.

"Are you in college?" Santana asked.

"Yeah, I go to New York Law School…"

"That's on Broadway, right?"

"Yup," Quinn said with a smile. "You?"

"I go to NYADA! It's a performing arts school. I'm studying acting and singing," Santana said happily.

"Cool, so you want to be a legit actress," Quinn asked.

"Yes, no pornos or anything," Santana said and laughed.

Quinn's face turned beat red. "Santana, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply anything!"

"Quinn, calm down," Santana said with a smile.

"Oh, good," she said and let out the breath of air she was holding in.

"What type of law are you studying," Santana asked.

"Well, I'm just in pre-law, but will most likely stay there to finish it out. I have no place else to go. I want to get into adoption law," Quinn said.

"Oh, that's different. Why that?"

"Um…"

"Quinn it's ok" Santana said and gently put her hand on Quinn's.

They both felt the electricity that I sent down at that moment. Their glances were on their hands. They immediately stared into each other's eyes.

As Quinn came out of her trance, she looked down at her watch and said, "Oh shit. I got to go!"

She quickly stood up and grabbed her coffee and bags and ran out of there before Santana could yell, "Wait!"

Santana just sat there with a stupid expression on her face.

"Well…" she said and shook her head.

"Hey, Prayers," I asked my best friend later that evening when I saw her sitting on a park bench. It overlooked everything Prayers needed to see which would be people praying. She was writing something down, but put her pad of paper down to give me her full attention.

"Whazzup?'

"Why do humans have to be so dumb sometimes," I said.

"I know, Destiny. It makes us work harder, which shouldn't be…"

"I hear ya," I said.

"How's it going with Quinn and Santana?" Prayers asked.

"Eh, they are both proving to be so stubborn," I said.

"Well if it's of any use, Quinn is praying to meet Santana again!"

"Score!" I said happily and raised my hands over my head.

"I guess Quinn realized that she blew it by not giving Santana her digits," Prayers said. Then she laughed and then returned to her notepad.