One New Message
Title: You Have One New Message
Pairing: Santana/Rachel
Rating: T
A/N: Okay, so this is my very first attempt at a fic. I had this idea in my head for months now and finally decided to write it. Reviews are appreciated. But please, don't be too hard on me :)
Disclaimer: Glee and its characters are the property of Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk and Ian Brennan. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Santana gets a new phone.
Chapter 1: Santana's Pov.
Finally! I exclaimed triumphantly.
For the past month I have been saving every single penny. I've even had to cut back on my breadsticks purchases. Why? To buy a new phone of course. Right now I have a crappy flip phone that barely works. I swear I've drop this shit at least a 100 times by now. You would think that having a dad who's a doctor, would easily get me a new phone. Yeah think again. The thing is my parents are all about learning responsibility and all that jazz.
After spending the majority of my Saturday finishing up my homework, yes Santana Lopez actually does her homework. Me, Britt-Britt and Q headed to the mall to buy me my brand new phone. Yay I am so excited I could squeal. But Santana fucking Lopez, does not squeal. Who am I kidding? I squealed the shit out of this place.
After walking round for what seems like forever, I finally come across a Verizon outlet. Gah! There is too many to choose from. I guess I looked hopeless cause this nerdy looking dude came over and asked if I needed help. I shrug Okay. He began firing out some many questions, he lost me after features. Once I asked a few questions of my own, he showed me a couple of phones. "I like this one." I heard someone say. It scared the crap out of me; I spun around so fast I think I gave myself whiplash. I completely forgot Britt-Britt and Q were there.
I took the phone from him and inspected it. I loved the sleek design. It was very classy and it fit perfectly in my palm. Not to mention it had all the features I needed and more. How much is it? I questioned. It's only $99.99, with a two-year contract, the dude says. Sweet! I guess this is the one then. I left the mall feeling pretty content.
Ay dios mio! Now comes the fun part, transporting all these contacts. As I was nearing the end of my list, I came across Rachel's name, my secret crush and I was grinning like a complete fool. I know everyone one thinks I hate her and yeah, she is kind of the most annoying and selfish person I know, but she has a big heart and well…what's the saying, she captured mines or something so. I was completely and utterly in love with the loud mouth diva.
After fiddling with the phone for a good half an hour, I finally figured out how I access my text messaging. I decided to send out a mass text to let everyone know my new number. Sup bitches? It's Snixx, dis ma new number. As I worked my way through adding the various contacts, a thought came to mind. I briefly skipped over Rachel's, eventually adding everyone else. When the message was sent, I opened a new message specifically for my secret love.
Hi beautiful
I lay patiently awaiting her response. After a few seconds my phone chimed indicating that I had received a new message.
From Rach: Um…Hi?
I could only picture the look of confusion on her face. As I was quickly typing out another message, my phone chimed once more indicating another message.
From Rach: Who are you and how did you get my number?
"Just someone who thinks you are the hottest girl in school…I have my ways, that's for sure"
From Rach: Jacob Ben Israel I am in no mood for you games, will you please give it a rest.
"Wait what? Jacob. Sorry to disappoint beautiful, but I am not Jewfro"
From Rach: Oh sorry I just….never mind. So are you going to tell me your name then?
"Does it matter who I am?"
From Rach: Of course, I would like to know who I am speaking with. For all I know you could be a stalker or a serial killer or even a rapist. If you cannot tell me your name, I am afraid that this conversation will be over.
I scoffed at that, leave it to Rachel Berry to make everything so dramatic.
"Chill Berry, I assure you that I am neither of those. You know me quite well actually and even if I tell you a name, can you be for certain that is my real name?"
From Rach: I am done with your games. I had a long day and I am in no mood for your shit. Goodnight!
Oh snap did Rachel Berry actually swear?
"Hey don't go. I am sorry, but this is not a game"
Rach: What do you want?
"You"…was my immediate response.
Almost an hour passed without another reply from Rachel. Did I take it too far? After two hours I gave up hope and was preparing for bed when a message finally came in…
From Rach: Hello Santana
I stood there completely dumbfounded as I looked at the screen. FUCK! What do I say? What do I say? Ah dios mio she's calling me. Fucking Hell! What did you get yourself into Lopez?
"Hey Berr err...Rachel."
The End.
Well at least for now. Please tell me what you guys think, should I continue or leave it as a one-shot, or should I retire my pen.
