Here we go, just ask her out. Santana thought to herself as she walked towards the blonde, she had been looking for the past three minutes.

"Hey, what are you doing tonight?"

"Hopefully you..." The blonde responded as she eyed Santana up and down.

"I was thinking, out for a drink."

"Well, I think we're passed the stage where you get me drunk and have your way with me."

Oh, am so fucking her tonight. Santana thought.

"Right...wanna go?"

As both left the library, Santana had to know her name.

"I am trying to find a pretty name for a pretty girl." Santana looked at the girl beside her, as she opened the door for her.

"Frannie."

"Well, Frannie...am Santana."

"Hot name for a hot girl like you." Frannie smiled back.

"Hey that's my line..."

"It's too good to not repeat it."

Frannie was in her second year in college. While Santana was in her first, Yale. The place where; you drown yourself in alcohol, end up in Brooklyn. And yet call it a Tuesday. The magical place where; you fuck anything that moves. God, the booze, the drugs, the girls.

The sex.

Walking to Frannie's dorm, Santana imagined the best sex of her life. Just by the way she talked, and moved her hips; it was definitely going to be a night to remember.

As the door opened, Frannie pushed Santana a little too hard; her back hit a dresser. Santana didn't have time to react. No, Frannie attacked her lips. The corner of the dresser now digging into her back.

Yeah, that left a mark.

Grabbing a hold of her jacket, Frannie walked backwards dragging Santana with her.

Santana's knees hit the frame of the bed, before she knew it.

"Fuck!"

"Oh, I know."

Frannie, had no fucking idea what was happening. Santana wasn't going to run, well at least not now. She had to finish the job. After getting Frannie naked, and removing her granny panties. She was panting her name, that was the time to run. Santana left a dazed Frannie, there was no way hell Santana could stay any longer.

Sure enough, Santana was done fucking college girls.

Never again.

Santana avoided the library at all costs.

Two weeks, two fucking weeks had passed and she saw her coming her way.

Fuck.

"Hi," Came Frannie. "You never called."

"Well, we didn't exactly exchange numbers." What the fuck am I saying.

"Shit you're right," Frannie blushed. "Here..." She gave her number away. "Call me."

Santana saw her leave, there was no fucking way she'll call. She had to move, and fast. Santana found an apartment not too far away from campus, and she was gone within a week.

Things were looking brighter, until Santana heard that Frannie was looking for her; and that she went bat-shit crazy, when she found out she moved.

"Wanna go back to my place?" Santana asked, the girl she had been talking to for the past hour.

"Yeah," Said girl, grabbed her things. "Do you know her?" She asked as an angry blonde marched her way towards them.

"What?"

Slap!

"So, you're going fuck me and leave me?" Frannie asked. "You never called!" People started to stare at them.

"I lost your number." Way to get rid of this crazy bitch.

"So, you were going to call? When? After you fucked this slut!" Frannie didn't give two shits how loud she was.

"I...I," Fuck!

"Yeah, you better start explaining Santana."

"Not here..." She dragged Frannie to her apartment, of all places.

"So?" Frannie asked.

"Frannie we're not..." Santana couldn't finish, Fran's tongue was down her throat.

Another awkward night of sex.

Why, god why?

"God, is just as good as I remembered." Frannie said, after she caught her breath.

Definitely one-sided blondie.

Now Fran knew where Santana lived, not only that but she showed up the next two weeks. Making excuses to get in, Santana usually avoided sleeping there. But God dammit, it was her apartment. Why did she have to avoid her place...Frannie needed to go. Or, Santana had to move again.

Another planet maybe?

"Fran, can we talk," Came Santana from the kitchen, and sat down on the couch beside her. "I have something to tell you."

"Oh, my god I've thinking about telling you something too."

"That's great," Santana fake smiled. "listen, I know you've noticed the boxes."

"Yes...that's what I was thinking...we should move in together."

"I'm moving." They both finished at the same time.

Silence.

"Ah, I got into Colombia." Why the fuck am I telling her this.

"Oh," Frannie was lost. "I can apply."

"Frannie...I don't think that's such a great idea."

"Why the fuck not!"

Shit.

"Calm down...We're not dating."

Slap!

"Then why the fuck, have I been spending time here for two whole weeks?"

"Because you don't ask if you could come in, you just do. And honestly, I don't know why you're here."

"Fuck you!"

Slap!

Fran left.

That was the last time she saw her.

Thank god!