Chapter One
(Assuming that Glee is releasing episodes as if they were happening present day):
October 3 2013
Santana Lopez, read the name tag on my red (and kind of ugly) work outfit. I recently landed a job at this diner in downtown NYC, where I was living with my friends Rachel Berry and Kurt Hummel.
I sighed and put on the itchy red dress. I ran a comb through my long black hair again until Kurt came in and kicked me out so he could do his whole gay-men-moisturize thing.
"Oh, Santana come on! I don't want to be late on my first day … ohmigod this is amazing Santana I just love you for this!" Rachel makes a creepy sound, like a squeaky toy being chomped on.
"Yes, okay, we're going, we're going …just let me get my boots."
We reach the diner, and I notice a blonde girl with deep brown eyes squeezing ketchup into bottles. I stop in my tracks and stare at this gorgeous being. Rachel bumps into me, talking a million miles per hour. I sigh and make my way over to the ketchup-bottle place.
"Hey, Rachel, you work the tables, I'll work on this caddy." I really don't like the look in Rachel's eyes.
The blonde looks up as I reach the table. "Hey. What's your name?"
My mouth goes dry. Why is my mouth dry? I feel sick – oh god. What's wrong with me? All I have to say is "I'm Santana," but I can't. The girl looks at me all funny, and all I can think to say is, "Me? I'm no one."
I cringe. What the hell, Santana? Grrr. I blink, gulp, and try again.
"I mean, Santana. Lopez. You?"
Thank God, she smiles. She has such a pretty smile. "Dani. You here to help with the ketchup-caddy-hell?"
I nod and take a lid off. I feel a little more comfortable around her now, but still a little meek. I'm never meek!
"So … how long have you lived here?"
"A while. I never really counted. My parents kicked me out after they found me and my girlfriend, I mean, more like a booty call than anything, but anyway they kicked me out."
My eyes glaze over and I stare at her. "You're a …"
Dani fills in my sentence for me. "Lesbian, yeah. How about you?"
"Am I a lesbian?"
"Yeah." Am I coy or just dumb? Of course I am.
"Yes. Lesbian. Me." I cringe again. "I mean, I am a lesbian. I don't usually sound like an idiot, just so you know."
Dani leans in. "Just when you're nervous?"
My heart feels like a black hole, sucking
