*A/N .- so this is my first fic… please tell me what you think about it and any suggestions on what you want to happen…? Review please :D I would appreciate it very very much :B

Chapter 1

It was a really sunny day. Santana was standing on the sidewalk waiting for her friend to pick her up. She was pissed because one of her best attendants at her flower shop quitted today. She really hated having to replace someone and even more this one because she was the one who knew the shop better than the rest.

The girl told her that when her husband found out that she was pregnant he asked her to stay home. Santana would never get how women could even think of sleeping with men, let alone procreating with them. Eugh… just disgusting.

Just when her brain was starting to drift into the thought someone honk just in front of her. Santana jumped surprised and when she was about to snap at whoever dared to do it she saw her best friend, Noah Puckerman, grinning at her.

She opened the car door and jumped on.

"Hi sexy"

"Whatup Puck!"

"Nothing… just coming from a girl's place" he said with a wink.

"Niiiiiice… for you, but poor girl" Santana said, joking.

Noah nudged her on the ribs and she chuckled.

"So… where do you want to go?"

"I just heard that my favorite restaurant changed chef so… I wanna check if she's good. I'm gonna be pissed if she's not"

"Oh man… I hate when they do that" Noah said while driving through the traffic of New York.

Half an hour later they were sitting on their usual place waiting for the waiter. Each of them was watching at the menu but Santana already knew what she was going to order. If the new chef couldn't do it well why bother coming back to check the rest.

The waiter arrived, took their order and walked away giving them a smile. Minutes later he arrived with a bottle of red wine and after sipping each one a glass and putting it down walked away again.

"So… was she good?" asked Noah.

"What are you talking about, Noah?" Santana asked him with a confused glare.

"The chick you took off with last night. Was she good?" he asked her grinning.

"You know… I'm offended you think I took off with a girl when you weren't even there"

"Oh pleaaase… I know you too well to know that you were out… which means you had some action" he raised his eyebrows accusingly.

"Eugh… I hate that you know me so well… and yeah, I took off with someone… but no, she wasn't good" she took a sip of her wine when the waiter arrived.

"Well… that was fast… point for the new one"

"Yeah, I guess" said Santana looking at her plate doubtfully.

"Oh come on! Give him a chance" said Noah as soon as he saw her face.

Santana sighed and picked her fork up, pitching at a broccoli on her plate and taking it to her lipglosed mouth. Surprisingly it tasted good. With this encouragement she started eating more of her food. When Puck saw that Santana seemed to like it he started eating too.

He talked mostly about his previous night being quiet only to chew and swallow on his delicious lunch.

Santana seemed absorbed by her meal and was only pretending to listen to Puck ramble about how hot the chick was, only nodding here and there so he wouldn't notice her ignoring him. Oh but he knew she was ignoring him but he didn't care one bit because he was enjoying himself with the food.

About an hour later both were done with their respective meal and were sharing a piece of cake. Santana was amused by all the new touches on their food, somehow making them even better… she never thought she could ever say such a thing.

After Noah asked for the bill and they were waiting Santana stated that she must meet the chef. When the waiter arrived she almost demanded it and the waiter went straight to the kitchen a bit afraid of the glare Santana gave him… one that she gave, for the first time, undeserved.

A couple of minutes later a blonde women dressed on a very professional chef clothing… actually Santana never knew how they were called… walked to her from the kitchen, followed very closely by their waiter.

"Miss Lopez, this is our very talented chef, Miss Pierce" Santana thought that the presentation was a bit too much, maybe because of the way he was staring at her.

But when Santana raised her eyes to meet the chef's ones she froze half the way standing up with wide eyes.

Santana knew this beautiful blonde. She didn't know her name… well, just her last name, but she knew this woman!

She thought about playing dump and pretending that she never saw her before. She really hoped that the blondie wouldn't remember… oh but she did.

"Hey… I know you!" the blond stated "You know… it's not very polite to stare at people's asses" she said as a matter-of-factly.

Just at that moment Puck was taking a sip of water and he choked as soon as he heard this, coughing really loudly. Santana blushed red crimson, looking down embarrassed, and the memory coming to her mind.

Santana was arriving to her shop. She was singing under her breath a happy song. Last night turn out to be quite fun even when her previous plans had been trashed. She was going to go on a date with a girl that Puck thought was going to be a great girl for her… actually knowing Puck he just meant a good lay, but hey! She needed to relax so she went.

When she got to the club she saw the girl who was waiting for her at the bar and immediately recognized her. The previous week they took off from another bar together and ended up at the girl's placed making out on her couch and having sex just on that same spot.

Santana woke up at the middle of the night gathered her things and took off before the girl could wake up not even leaving a note.

As soon as she remembered these she turned around and left the place. She didn't feel like confronting her and she was actually not that good as you may think.

She ended up at Quinn and Ashley's place, at midnight with a box of doughnuts and three hot chocolates on the other hand.

A couple of months before she had learned… the bad way…. That if she pretended to appear at Quinn's place at the middle of the night she had to bring some sort of "present" for her girlfriend. This was one of the downsides of her best friend moving in with her girlfriend.

After the third knock Ashley opened the door. Her reddish hair was pointed in different directions and it was clear that under her gown she was wearing absolutely nothing. Her brown eyes were glaring at Santana.

"Oh shit… did I interrupt something?" said Santana with an apologetic glance.

Ashley narrowed her eyes "What do you think?"

"Sorry" she said giving Ashley the doughnuts. Quinn came out of their room in her pajamas and fixing her hair.

"Hey Santana!... what are you doing here?"

Quinn walked to her living room which was just at the end of the hallway and sat on the white couch.

"Well… I ran from a bar trying to avoid a girl and didn't feel like going to my place"

"So you decided on coming to our place instead?" asked Ashley from the kitchen while Santana sat beside Quinn.

Ashley and Santana were good friends… but Ashley hated when Santana came by and interrupted them… which to their surprised happened more than either of the three would like.

Ashley came back to the living room leaving the chocolate and the doughnuts on the coffee table and ran to her room. Quinn started munching on a doughnut absentmindedly while Santana was looking at the floor, embarrassed.

"Sorry for interrupting you guys… again" she said, looking at the floor.

"S… it's the second time this month… Ashley is not gonna be happy about it"

"I know… but whatever, ya know!"

"Right…" in that second Ashley came back from her room with her pajamas on.

The three of them stayed up all night watching scary movies, talking and joking and soon Ashley forgot about the whole "pussy-block" incident. Santana stayed at their place for the night, sleeping on their guest room and woke up relatively late. Quinn was gone and Ashley was making lunch.

After eating Santana took off to her flower shop very pleased with her "girls' night".

She entered the shop and the first thing she saw was a tall hot blond from behind standing by the lilies. The girl was wearing tight jeans and a sleeveless light green shirt. Santana couldn't avoid looking at her ass, though she never liked when people did it… she couldn't avoid it. It was perfectly toned, she thought.

She continued walking to the back part of the store, where her office was, almost tripping over a pot with a small tree in it. When she raised her eyes again after avoiding said pot and back to the woman she realized she had been caught.

She blushed in a second as narrowed deep blue bright eyes stared at her. Santana hurried to back of the counter and opened the door to her office, entering in a second and closed it as fast as she could.

Santana blinked back to the present and shook the memory from her mind.

"Err… I … am… I'm … I apologize for that em… incident back then" Santana stuttered.

Miss Pierce giggled before she extended a hand to Santana "Apology accepted. Hi, I'm Brittany Pierce, the chef"

"Santana Lopez" she said shaking her hand with a smile on her face "I just wanted to congratulate you… am… this was my favorite place in the entire city… and somehow you made it better"

Brittany blushed thanking her and Puck cleared his throat loudly. Santana realized she still had Brittany's hand in hers and rapidly released it motioning to Puck.

"Sorry… this is Noah Puckerman"

"Hi, you can call me Puck" he said winking.

"Hi… Puck"

Just when Santana was about say something else a boy came out of the kitchen calling the chef. After thanking again for the compliments Brittany went back to the kitchen. Puck paid and the two of them exited the restaurant

Back in the car Santana was pretty quiet, looking through the window with her mind somewhere else.

"You know… I was going to call dibs on her… but seeing you reaction on her I'll pass this one" said Puck interrupting the girl's thoughts.

"What are you talking about Noah?"

"Oh come on… I saw your eyes when you saw her… and from what I gathered you already check her out before" he said raising his eyebrow.

"Oh bite me!" and with that Santana raised the volume of the radio.

It was late night. Santana was lying on her immense bed with the blankets aside. She had been thinking about that hot chef and felt embarrassed about the first time she saw her.

It was pretty clear to her that she had to make something to make it up to her.

What the fuck… when did Santana Lopez had to make it up to anyone? She thought to herself.

But something about that girl told her that she had to. She couldn't stop thinking in those blue eyes and flashing white smile. An idea came to her mind in that split second. She knew how she was going to correct her little incident.

She turn around on the bed, facing the pillows and drifted out to sleep.

The next morning she arrived to her shop and found it closed. This was an odd thing. Normally when she arrived it was already opened and with some costumers on the inside searching through the branches of flowers or pots of different types of baby trees.

She opened the door and immediately searched through her calendar of employees to check whose turn was it.

Damn it! she thought as soon as the girl who just quitted came to her view. She called the second girl in command and started thinking of her way of apologizing to a certain blonde.

She was going to arranged that one of her delivery boys addressed Britt at her work with a gladioli and a note.

Fifteen minutes later her employees started to arrived and arranged the shop. Santana asked her now favorite attendant to arrange the flower while she grabbled on a note

I'm sorry again for the little incident.

Hope won't keep you from coming to the shop again

It seemed as she just wanted to keep a client. Santana ripped the little card and threw it to the garbage and started a new one.

Though you said you accepted it

I wanted to apologize again.

It was nice seeing you again, the proper way this time.

Hope I'll see you again soon.

Santana wasn't very convinced but couldn't think of something better to say. The attendant was waiting for her so she handed over the note and gave the delivery boy the directions for the restaurant.

It had been a long day. A few housewives came to the shop demanding their money back because their plant was dead… it wasn't Santana's fault that those women couldn't keep a plant alive! But gave them a new one either way. Always keep a happy client.

It was already eight o'clock and she was really tired. She turned off the computer and closed the inventory books, grabbed her coat and exited her office.

She was searching her car's keys – a black convertible porsche – when she heard her attendant and some other girl talking. She raised her eyes to see who it was when golden blocks of hair captured her view.

At first she thought it was Quinn but then realized that the girl's hair was much longer. And then she heard the girl again, asking for her.

"It's okay Jackie" Santana called her employee. The girl turned around and walked back to the counter.

Brittany stood there, glancing at Santana with a warm smile. "Hi"

"Hi back… what are you doing here?" said Santana grinning. As soon as she realized her smile faded… didn't want to feel too excited about this girl.

Brittany's smile also faded when Santana's did. "Is it a bad moment?"

"Of course not!" said Santana, a bit too loudly and rapidly. Brittany giggled and looked down.

"I just thought that I should thank you for the flower… though I don't know how is it called" Brittany titled her head thinking.

"Am… its called gladioli"

"Oh… it's really pretty"

"I'm glad you liked it" said Santana with a coy smile "do you want…. Do you want to go for a coffee or something?"

"Yeah, I'd liked that"

Both women walked to the entry and Santana walked to her car. She doubted for a second if she should open the door for Brittany but then decided against it… that would probably freak Brittany out.

And again… WHAT THE FUCK LOPEZ!.. when have you opened a door for anyone?

*A/N .- so again… what do you dink? Let me know please :D