Authors note: So here's the new fic I told you guys I was writing :) I've had exams and still do in the next week, so getting this up was a challenge but here it is :) I hope you all like the story line and everything!
Summary: Brittany Pierce, an 18 year old senior in high school, visits her father's greeting card company one day and meets Santana; a 25 year old divorcee, whose been unlucky in love and life. Brittany attempts to show Santana all the fun she missed out on during her youth while also dealing with their growing feelings for each other.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or it's characters.
She wouldn't call herself a workaholic. But Santana Lopez did focus most of her time in the city writing greeting cards. It wasn't her ideal job, no. She always aspired to attend a college in New York and become a famous recording artist.
Dreams fuck you over sometimes. The path you choose to venture down might turn out to be a disaster waiting to happen. After growing up in a steady household surrounded by 3 brothers, an optimistic mother and a charasmatic father, Santana found it hard to move out. But as she ventured out on her own, she began to lose contact with her loved ones.
Her now ex husband was extremely short tempered and had barely anything to say when it came to feelings. Santana wouldn't call herself a sensative prude, but the fact she was with this man for 7 years and never once felt a physical attraction scared her.
She lost her virginity at the age of 15 to some jock, under the bleachers. It wasn't her proudest moment, well high school in itself wasn't a place she enjoyed. At 18 she fell pregnant but sadly the baby died at birth due to complications.
Santana knew she needed her then boyfriend to help her get through it. So they married out of guilt for the death of their barely born child. The 7 years together was a miracle, because both busied themselves in work and never had the time to go out and really date anybody.
They settled and Santana was never able to experience what other teenagers did.
As Santana grew, so did her attitude. She became impatient easily, but was never able to really force her opinion on anyone because of her social awkwardness.
Being a bitch had it's advantages, but the consequences would always bite her in the ass.
She would keep her vague, one word answers up to every authoritive figure that approached her. They weren't able to break down the barrier she kept shielding her inner thoughts.
Getting divorced at 25 wasn't something Santana spoke highly about. She hardly had time to date so finding someone new was going to be a difficult task.
But maybe she didn't have to go looking, maybe the person she was destined to be with was searching for her.
"Kurt, any inspiring material for the get well soon collection?"
"Well," The boy began. "If my Marc Jacobs coat ever became ill I would want to write some simple yet meaningful. Originality is what you're best at," He complimented.
Santana rolled her eyes playfully, before sticking the end of the pen in her mouth. She was too deep in thought to notice that the manager of their company had walked in.
"Everybody on task?" His voice echoed throughout the room, causing Santana to cower in her chair to try and avoid any small talk.
She chanced a glanced up at the man who was speaking with one of the girls in 'Anniversaries.' She then noticed a tall blonde beside her boss. She seemed uninterested in everything that was happening in the office, but remained bubbly for the man.
Santana didn't know her boss was such a player.
"Boss' daughter," Kurt whispered, causing Santana flinch in her chair.
"Huh?" She hissed, ducking her head to remain unseen.
"That's the boss' daughter, she's 18, a senior, not exactly easy to hold a conversation with because she's well, deep," Kurt admitted, tugging his lips to one side.
"Deep as in emotionally?" Santana asked, growing curious.
"Yeah, she's very inquisitive about life, but far too sensative for my liking," Kurt scoffed, swatting the air with his hand.
"How do you even know her?"
"Remember that time I had the most sales with the 'new born' collection?" Santana nodded and the boy winked.
"Boss man took me out to dinner with his daughter and a few other employees," Kurt added in a seductive tone.
"Santana!" The Latina's expression instantly changed from disgust to fear in a matter of seconds. She saw her boss approaching her with the bubbly blonde alongside and instantly Santana found her heart beat quicken at a rapid pace.
"Y-yes s-sir," She pluttered.
The blonde girl giggled, before curving up the corners of her lips into a smirk. Santana picked up on the girls expression and squinted her eyes in disbelief.
"Doing well I see," The man said, noticing papers scattered all over the brunette's desk.
"Y-yes, always sir," Santana said, then mentally slapped herself for being so incoherant.
Her boss then raised an eyebrow, before staring out the window at nothing.
"What's our motto here Samantha?" He asked.
Santana was about to correct the man but someone beat her to it. "It's Santana, dad," Brittany corrected her father. She turned towards Santana who was taken completely off guard.
Santana turned towards the window, realizing that the man had been staring at nothing and she just looked like a complete idiot for thinking so.
"Treat others how you want to be greeted," Santana mumbled, biting her lower lip and staring intently at her desk.
The man nodded, then gestured for his daughter to follow. Before they entered the elevator, Brittany turned around, giving one last look towards Santana whose cheeks had reddened immensly.
The blonde met Santana's gaze and gave her a sincere smile and a small thumbs up before disappearing inside the lift.
Santana chuckled to herself at how embarrassed she had gotten. All because of some mildly attractive student that she hadn't even directly spoke too. Brittany seemed like a nice enough girl, but she is a distraction and Santana doesn't have time for distractions.
She likes to convince herself to work overtime so no one will invite her out for a drink. She used to sociolize, when her life seemed easier. She never imagined where she'd be now, she pictured something completely different.
But sitting at her desk, staring down at the blank paper waiting to be painted with greetings, she sighed knowing this is her life and she had to deal with it.