A/N: Here's a new story for you all. Don't worry for those waiting on 'Teenage Dream' I'm still working on it, turns out the last chapter is much longer than i previously anticipated so i decided to upload this story earlier. Hope you enjoy it, I really do.

This is AU of course.

Named after Last Summer by Lostprophets

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, but i do own an epic superman tee.

Sup bitches, Santana Lopez here. I've got it all, talent, book smarts, epic friends and a smoking hot tall, blonde girlfriend. Yep, you heard right. I'm into the ladies and you know what? I don't give a flying fuck what you say. They say that university life is one of the greatest things you'll experience. Independence, constant partying, unbearable stress and did I mention crazy parties? It's pretty much what university life is about. Have you seen my life? It's freakin' awesome, so how can it possibly get any better? Fate's a bitch, seemed like it had other plans. It always does.

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Santana Lopez strutted her way around McKinley University towards the fountain where her three closest friends were waiting. Her three friends, Mike, Quinn and Puck were sitting at the fountain chatting animatedly about nothing in particular. The four friends had grown up in Lima, a small town located in Ohio. They had attended and ruled middle school all the way through to senior year in high school, so naturally they ended up attending the same university.

"Hey." The three greeted as the Latina sat down next to them.

"Hey. What's your next classes?" She asked them as she flicked through her schedule.

"Modern dance practical class." Mike said, taking a swig of his water bottle.

Mike Chang was taking an Arts degree at MU, majoring in dance. Back home in Lima he was by far the best dancer Ohio had to offer and ever since he entered his first competition at the tender age of thirteen; he decided then and there that he'd make a career out of dance. His initial plan was to grab a teaching job in a studio before trying to find work as a choreographer, but his parents insisted that he get a degree first.

At first he rejected the idea, but they continued to insist that he get a degree before going out and trying to start a career. They offered to pay for his tuition if it meant that he would at least attend university. After compromising they came to a mutual agreement that Mike would attend tertiary studies as long as he was able to choose his preferred degree.

Out of the four friends he was considered the most level headed and mediator of the group. Often being the one to calm the other three whenever they became hot headed. He was also seen as being the kindest of the three, not nearly as sarcastic as Santana, not as aggressive as Puck and not as intimidating as Quinn.

"Philosophy." Quinn said, looking down at her textbook and scribble notes furiously into her book.

Quinn Fabray was attending MU on a cheerleading scholarship due to a surprising referral from the one and only Sue Sylvester. During high school she was the head cheerleader of her squad and led her team to numerous victories throughout her high school career. Since she had a full ride to university her mom didn't really care what she studied, just as long as she enjoyed it.

Throughout high school she often had many males fawning over her, begging for a chance to take her out. Her motto throughout high school had been, "It's all about the teasing and not about the pleasing." There was no way in hell she'd cheapen herself by saying 'yes' to any guy who'd ask her out. She prided herself on how she carried herself, being an independent teenage girl who didn't need a silly boy to be complete.

Of the four friends she was the most rational but was also capable of being as hot headed as Santana and Puck. However, unlike the two she was far less aggressive, often forgoing physical confrontation. She was a natural leader with the uncanny ability to think under pressure, often having to bail her friends out of trouble.

"Finished for the day. Football practise." Puck added to the conversation, resting his hands behind his head.

Noah Puckerman or 'Puck' which he preferred to be called was studying a business degree at MU. Originally he wanted to open a bar but later figured that it'd be hard with only a high school diploma. Instead he chose to study business with the hopes of gaining the essential skills to open up a bar later in life, who knows maybe he may become an entrepreneur. Well, that's what he told his parents. He failed to mention that he also wanted to attend university for all the crazy parties that were to be held for the students.

Back in high school he had been the running back but now he was determined to make Quarterback of the team. He practically spent all his free time practising and working out in the gym, in hopes of at least making second string QB. He was the most aggressive of the four friends, often finding himself in many physical altercations. He was also a self-proclaimed sex-god, priding himself in bedding many women.

"What about you?" Mike asked as he shielded his eyes from the sun.

"Spanish." Santana said, chuckling at the fact that she chose to study a language she was practically fluent in. The only reason she ever chose the class was because she needed an easy credit point.

They were already into the second semester of their school year and had already settled themselves comfortably in university life. Puck and Mike were luckily enough to share a dorm room whereas the housing system for the girls had crashed. This was why Santana had the privilege to have a dorm room all to herself for an entire semester. Quinn on the other hand wasn't so lucky, she had ended up boarding with a short brunette who always sang show tunes and refused to shut up.

"Look, it's your girlfriend." Puck pointed towards a blonde beauty dressed in a cheerleading outfit.

"Hey baby. What's up?" The cheerleader greeted a she sat on Santana's lap.

"Nothing. Bored." Santana mumbled against her girlfriend's back, eliciting a giggle from the cheerleader.

"Well, I better head off to my lecture. See you guys later." Quinn stood up from her spot and waved at her friends as she made her way to the lecture theatre.

"I'm going to go workout in the gym. Gotta work on these guns." Puck said as he flexed his biceps and headed towards the gym.

"Well, I don't want to be a third wheel. So…I'm just going to go…somewhere." Mike chuckled and made his way in no particular direction.

The blonde cheerleader on Santana's lap turned towards the Latina and gave her a peck on the lips, "So I went to your room before…turns out you're getting a roomie now."

"Serious? I guess no late night rendezvous anymore. I really do enjoy our sexy times." Santana kissed her girlfriend's shoulder softly and smirked against the milky, pale skin.

"We'll find a way." Her girlfriend said seductively, "Anyway unlike you miss doctor I need to go meet up with one of the seniors for my tutoring lesson."

"See you later babe." Santana kissed her girlfriend and smiled happily as she watched the cheerleader walk towards the library.

Yep, Santana Lopez had it all. Life was good. She had pretty much everything a teenage/ young adult could possibly want in their life. She had the smarts to go through university with an academic scholarship, hot body, hot girlfriend, loyal friends and a bad ass attitude. Here she was at the tender age of 19 out in New York with her four closest friends, attending the same university.

Looking down at her watch she decided to head down to the library before heading off to her next lecture.

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Santana sat in the back of the lecture hall, resting her chin against her arms as she rested her head on the table. First year Spanish was such a boring class for the Latina, given that she practically spoke the language fluently. She looked down at her watch, realising that Mike's prac class was ending soon. Deciding that she couldn't sit through anymore of the lecture she walked out the room and headed towards Mike's class.

Glancing down at her phone every so often she hadn't seen the person walking towards her. Before they knew it the two individuals had run into each other, causing the Latina to drop her phone and the other person to drop their glasses.

"Sorry." Santana mumbled to the taller person, looking up momentarily before picking up her phone and walking towards Mike's class.

Once she reached the room she waited for the Asian boy to walk out the door.

"Hey." Mike greeted when he noticed the Latina waiting for him.

"When do we have dance class?" Santana asked. Mike and Santana both shared a passion for dance, although the Latina's passion wasn't as intense as the Asian boy's she still enjoyed the art. In fact, the pair had bonded over the dance classes they used to take when they were younger. That was where they first met and had become close friends ever since.

Her skills weren't as developed as Mike's but, she was still considered a pretty decent dancer who was able to keep up with her friend. She used dance as a way to relieve any stress she was feeling from all the constant studying she was expected to do. Not only was she skilled in dance, she was also an exceptional singer but never bothered furthering her skills. Singing for Santana was more of a hobby, unlike Quinn's roommate who was hell bent on making singing a career.

"Um…Thursday I think." He answered, pondering for a minute before nodding his head, "Yep, Thursday."

"Sweet. Apparently I'm getting a new roommate. Damn, now I actually have to share."

"It's not so bad. Who knows she could be hot." Mike joked, poking the Latina's sides.

"Girlfriend. Kind of trying to be faithful here."

"Yeah…that worked out how many times? Oh right, never."

"Shut up. She's different ok." The Latina rolled her eyes, punching Mike on the arm playfully.

"Sure is, tall and blonde. Something about you and brunettes." The Asian boy laughed loudly as Santana glared at him.

"Whatever. Let me get something from my room."

"I gotta do something quick. Meet you there." Santana just nodded her head and made her way towards her dorm room whilst Mike dashed towards one of the on campus coffee houses.

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As Santana neared her room she heard rustling on the other end of the door. She sighed deeply, guessing that her roommate had already moved in. Twisting the knob of the door, she pushed it open and saw a girl rummaging through boxes and placing her belongings in their respective places.

The unknown girl who had her back to the door had spun around as soon as she heard the door open. Santana realised she recognised the girl from somewhere. Racking through her memory she was trying to think where she had seen her from. Then it clicked, it was the girl she had bumped into previously that day.

"Santana?" The girl asked, almost as if she knew her. She scrunched her eyebrows together as she eyed the Latina. Her eyes raked over the Latina's body, carefully assessing the girl standing in the doorway.

"Um who are you?" Santana asked, confused as to how this girl could possibly have known her name. She swore she had only met her once and that was only an hour ago and she could've swore that they never exchanged names or pleasantries.

Then just as the girl was about to answer, Mike entered the room. He stood at the door with the biggest grin on his face and his arms wide open.

"Brittany!"

A/N: I'm actually really scared what you guys think. Since this is story is after 'Teenage Dream' I'm scared it won't be as good, since that story was my most popular fic so far. I'm not really confident about this story. Though, i really do hope that you enjoyed the first chapter. Yeah, I just turned McKinley into a University because I can't be bothered searching up real unis and what they offer. This way they can all stay in one university haha.

Humor aspect will kick in soon. Just gotta set the story (:

Those waiting on 'Teenage Dream' it will be up in about a week. Sorry i keep extending the time, it turned out being a really really longer chapter.

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Review because I need to know if I should continue.