Thank you for the awesome feedback on my first one shot! I seriously did not expect the amount of attention it got. It might not seem like a lot but it did to me.
This story was inspired by the song "The Geeks Get the Girls" by American Hi-Fi. I might turn this into like three chapters but I'm still not sure. I'm not exactly a "plan it out and outline" person. Whoops.
Anyway, do read on!
Santana was not a stalker.
She was simply admiring Quinn Fabray from afar. Without her knowledge.
And did it really count as stalking if they were in a crowded hallway? Behind the shield of her locker and the sea of students mingling before the bell, Santana was well hidden from the head cheerleader's view.
Of course, if she didn't want the Cheerio to see her maybe it was a little creepy…
But she's not a stalker.
Anyone with eyes can't judge her if they've actually seen Quinn. The blonde is truly a vision of beauty from her dazzling smile and twinkle of golden flecks dotted across hazel eyes, to the confident swagger in her hips that turns heads like metal drawn to a magnet.
Also, to anyone that's watching closely (which Santana usually is) there's a glint of mischief reflecting back whenever she successfully dupes yet another hopeless victim into doing her dirty work. Any person not swayed by her charisma and alluring words is, well, not from this planet.
No, she takes that back, even aliens couldn't resist the majestic creature that is Quinn Fabray. She can literally make anyone her prey and if you're lucid enough to realize it, chances are you won't fight the charm. Some might even call it manipulation.
Santana is still concealing herself from the cheerleader's eyes. Half of her face is peeking out from behind her locker while her eyes track the blonde's every move. Since approaching the cheerleader is completely out of the question, Santana is content with ogling from a distance. That's the best that she'll ever get, what with their separate social statuses. And when she says separate, she means Quinn is livin' it up in the white house with people waiting on her hand and foot, while Santana is clawing desperately just to stay above ground with the other peasants.
She wishes that were an exaggeration.
Her attention goes back to her beloved when the blonde drops her textbook on the ground and bends over to pick it up. The more luscious skin that sinfully short, red skirt reveals; the more drool gathers in Santana's mouth.
"Santana!"
Santana jumps through the fucking roof and nearly pisses her pants at being caught gawking. She manages to bang her face against the locker door and curses when her glasses fall off too. The brunette whirls around to face her attacker and comes face to face with Sam, her best friend.
"Damn it Sam! You can't sneak up on people like that."
"I called your name like three times," he says confusedly.
The Latina grumbles in response while feeling for blood on her face. When she comes up clean she squints at her friend and says, "I didn't hear you."
"Obviously. So what did Quinn do this time? Flip her hair over her shoulder? Adjust her bra?"
She motions for him to shut the fuck up by waving her hands in his face and hissing, "Would you shut your enormous mouth?!"
He throws his hands up. "Hey, how can you expect me not make to fun of your crush on the Ice Queen?"
This time she slaps him on the arm. Well she aimed for his arm but because her glasses are on the floor she only grazes his shoulder. "Good thing I don't expect much from you then. And stop calling her that."
He rolls his eyes and opens his (admittedly huge) mouth to retort, but all of a sudden he freezes up and his jaw snaps shut with an audible click.
Santana doesn't notice her friend's distress because she's busy locating her glasses that seem to of fallen into an abyss. The hallway is pretty much empty now so she crouches on the ground and slides her hands around hoping to hit something.
"Fish lips, help me. You're the one who made me lose my glasses in the first place." When she doesn't get a response Santana gets annoyed. "Sam! Are you deaf or-"
She stops mid-yell when her hand brushes a shoe. A shoe connected to legs Santana doesn't need glasses to know who they belong to.
Her eyes trail up said legs slowly and over the red cheer uniform until she was standing in front of the star of her dreams every night. (Ok, yeah, that sounded stalkerish)
Quinn Fabray.
Quinn Fabray the head cheerleader.
Quinn Fabray the most desirable girl in school.
Quinn Fabray who is apparently talking.
Wait what-
"-these yours?"
Santana's brain short circuited with the blonde this close to her and she didn't hear the question. She tried, really tried, to make words or even just a sound come up but it wasn't happening.
Quinn was looking expectantly at her now. That one eyebrow that Santana has seen rise countless times from a distance, has never affected her as much as it is now. There is terror mixed with desire swirling inside her, which is a very dangerous combination. Then again, this is Quinn Fucking Fabray so it's expected.
In a desperate attempt to respond Santana musters up this, "A-uh," she clears her throat, "W-what?"
Shit, she was gonna get herself slapped. If Quinn thought she was ignoring her there would be fatal consequences.
The cheerleader seems amused though, which both puzzles Santana and sends another bolt of fear through her. All her joints were locked up and she had a death grip on her sweater vest.
"I asked if these were your glasses," her voice was tantalizing and the light nasally rasp was driving Santana absolutely insane.
Her focus shifted to the pair of glasses that pale fingers were twirling flirtatiously. Oh, the things she imagines those fingers doing…
"Well?"
Santana snapped her head back when the blonde's warm breath hit her face. When did she get closer?
"Let me help you with these."
The brunette just stood there in shock as Quinn's hands slowly got closer to her face. As she slid the frames on, the tips of her fingers grazed Santana's cheek and the Latina felt like she would combust just from a simple touch.
Quinn took a step back and smirked at Santana's reaction. "There you go." The Cheerio turned to leave and as she sauntered away she called over her shoulder, "Later cutie."
Meanwhile Santana is malfunctioning.
Her senses have gone into overdrive and she's pretty sure her whole body is paralyzed. There's a burning sensation on her cheek where Quinn's fingers brushed it and its sending tingles all the way down to her toes.
Sam had also been in a previous state of shock from witnessing their interaction but now he's smiling giddily. He starts bouncing on his feet and grabs Santana and turns her around forcefully. "Dude! Quinn Fabray just acknowledged you as a human being!" He jumped around a bit more but stopped when he noticed Santana was still comatose.
"Hey, Santana can you hear me? Are you okay? Do you need CPR?" He asked concerned. Sam shook the girl's shoulders hoping for a reaction but Santana was completely checked out of reality.
She called me cutie.
I couldn't pass up on Nerd!Santana once it occurred to me. I'm not sure when I'll add the next chapter though. I'm kinda legendary for my procrastinating…
But its summer! So who knows?
I hope someone takes the time to review, that would seriously make my day. Also, any ideas on where you'd like to see this go would be very helpful.
Thanks again for reading. :D
