Missed Connection
TV star and Hollywood sweetheart, Santana Lopez met the girl of her dreams at the mall and gets her number. Her one problem aside from crazy fans and paparazzi? She lost the number is now searching for her.
I also do not own any characters from Glee, blah blah blah.
Chapter One
The young Latina sighs into her phone, voice filled with lament, "We spent like an hour just talking about all of my secret nerdy pleasures. She could even do a perfect Chewbacca!"
"S, it's been a week, you have to move on." Quinn says into the phone.
"But, she was just so awesome. And chica was muy caliente. Like habanera peppers ain't got shit on her." she complains into the phone's microphone, flopping back into her seat in the limo, en route to the stage she needed to get to for the day.
"I don't know, you talked to the girl for what an hour and a half at the mall? You don't even know anything about her." Quinn points out.
"I do, though! I know she is 22 and single. I know she was on vacation in New York and lives on the west coast; she loves hippos and has the like most ridiculously wide range of taste in music in the history of ever! We went from talking about Ke$ha to the Ramones, and she even had me listening to some Billie Holiday at one point! And she always gets a t-shirt from every concert she goes to and hems, cuts, and/or modifies them." Santana gushes.
"S, that's cool, but I just don't know I highly doubt you found your soul mate at a mall in New York." Quinn continues "How do you know she isn't just some crazy fan stalker or something?"
"She didn't know who I was! No one even came up to me when I was there, I was in cognito!" Santana defends.
"I still don't think so, but I have to go, they're calling me on set, I'll talk to you later." Quinn replies while yelling she would be there soon to someone in the back ground.
"Alright, fine, but I'm telling you! Bye, Q." Santana says huffing into the phone, hanging up and closes her eyes and considering her friends words. It does occur to the Latina that maybe, Isabel, was not in fact her soul mate, but what are the odds of her running into a random girl, that was that cool, while both were on vacation.
Six Days Ago, New York City
A young woman with flawless tan skin pulls up her hood and increases her pace away from a group of young teenage girls whispering and pointing at her by the Jamba Juice. Turning the corner she releases a breath and slows her pace slightly, so she doesn't attract more attention to herself, looking over her shoulder to make sure the girls didn't follow her, she collides into someone making them drop her Wetzel's Pretzel and two shopping bags and causing her to fall on her ass.
"Oh! I am so sorry! I was looking at my text messages, and I wasn't looking! Sorry! Here let me help you up!" Santana grabs a tanned hand and is hoisted up by lightly muscled arm. "I swear I didn't see you! Are you okay?" the mystery brunette asks.
"I'm fine, and its no big deal, I wasn't even facing forward. So it was probably my fault." Santana says dusting off her ass and looks up to see two apologetic hazel eyes.
"No, I'm sorry! I made you drop your pretzel, and your bags…here let me get them for you." The girl replies bending over to pick over the knocked over items, while Santana looks over the girl. The mystery girl is obviously tall at around 5'9'', maybe even 5'10'', and has her legs encased in denim skinny jeans and feet stuffed into a pair of worn Converse. She is wearing a Ramones shirt that was obviously cut and stitched by the owner, showing off the girl's chest and her clavicles. While Santana was busy staring, she failed to realize the girl had finished picking up her stuff and was attempting to hand it back to her.
"Oh, right, thanks." Santana says with a blush forming on her cheeks at being caught staring and the small smirk forming on the other girls face.
"Oh, no problem, but at least let me buy you another pretzel or something." The girl says sincere and voice hinting at the guilt she feels, while awaiting an answer, the girl starts to play with one of her lip rings in a nervous fashion.
"No, it's alright, I was pretty much done with it anyways," Santana finally replies causing the girl to slightly frown and respond "Please, I will feel bad, like the whole day if I don't. I'll even buy you something else if you want." The girls offers, eyes begging the starlet in hiding, to let her do it to ease her guilt.
"Alright, I guess, you can buy me a cookie or something." Santana finally relents after the girl starts to pout, slightly jutting out a full bottom lip and widening her eyes a little bit, giving the girl a look of utter devastation.
After allowing the girl to buy her a baker's dozen of mini cookies from Mrs. Field's, the young starlet invites the other girl to keep her company while she eats her cookies and chocolate milk the tall brunette bought her.
"I'm Isabel." The girl introduces out herself and sticks out the hand not holding her bag of cookies to the girl she tackled earlier.
"I'm Santana." The TV star introduces herself, struggling to see if the other girl recognizes her and hopes that if she does she doesn't make a big deal about it, and grabs the other girls hand in a shake.
"Well, Santana, sorry for bull dozing into you earlier." Isabel shyly states, fiddling with her fingers and a lip ring again.
"I told you, it's fine, it was both of our fault." Santana says before popping a cookie into her mouth.
The two sit a silence not really sure what to say, in order to keep it from getting awkward, well more awkward. Isabel and Santana both jump in surprise when a ringtone of R2-D2 saying "whoa!" goes off. Isabel blushes and says sorry while pulling out her cell phone to check it.
"Was…Was that r2d2?" Santana asks curiously.
"Err, yeah. I'm a secret Star Wars nerd…shhh don't tell anyone." Isabel murmurs the pink on her cheeks increasing.
"NO!" Santana shouts, "I, mean, I love Star Wars. It's a guilty pleasure of mine, too. I can literally lie on the couch and watch the saga whenever it plays on Spike TV."
This begins the start of a lengthy conversation over the Star Wars series between the two girls, eventually moving onto to other guilty pleasures, like cartoons from their childhood, like The Mighty Morphing Power Rangers, where Mariah admits to having the original movie on DVD.
As time passes, the girls get up and begin to walk around the mall and explain why they're both in New York currently.
"I'm here on vacation; actually, the people I came with went to go see some movie." Isabel says.
"Oh, why didn't you go with them? And I'm here on business." Santana offers.
"I didn't want to sit with two couples through a movie. Both my friends found other people they wanted to hang out with again, at a club we went to a few nights ago. So, that would have been awkward for me. And I didn't want to see the movie." She replies before adding on, "and business, huh? That's a very vague and mysterious answer." Isabel smiles eyes hazel eyes sparkling in amusement.
"I'm here working." Santana supplies, hoping the other girl will drop it.
"Once again, vague, but I'll drop it. I'll just assume you're in the mob or something, even if you aren't Italian." Isabel replies back, lips forming an amused crooked grin.
"Well, how do you know that? Maybe my dad is a made man, and now you know too much." Santana says sarcasm flowing thick in her words.
"Why, I am ever so sorry, I know nothing," Isabel says donning a rather realistic southern belle accent.
More time passes and eventually both girls depart, but after Santana asks slightly nervous for Isabel's number and with promises to keep in contact. After staring at Isabel walking into the distance, the starlet pulls out her phone and tweets, "Sometimes the best things in life just run into you. ;]"
A/n: Okay, so this is an idea that has been knocking around my head for a few days. Should I keep going or no?