A/N: I don´t own Glee. If I did it would be called "Santana Lopez Show".
A/N: Again, sorry about the mistakes, I´m brazilian so my first language isn´t English.
Prologue
It was the summer before their senior year and Rachel had just arrived from her two-week vacation with her fathers. As soon as the school ended, the Berry family packed and set off to New York.
While there, besides dragging her fathers around to every Broadway show possible (sometimes even watching the same musical twice), Rachel got the opportunity to look into some of Art Schools. The girl was a little disappointed when she found out that her first choice, Julliard, didn´t have a musical program. However, now she had a new goal, NYADA, and nothing would stop her from getting there. She already had everything planned, how many hours a day she would practice, what she would sing, when and where.
But even Rachel Berry knew that she needed some time to relax and enjoy her friends, even if it was only for a day before her practice marathon started. So now, she was on her way to Lima Bean to meet Kurt and Blaine, and after that they would head to the movies. Well, at least these were her plans before her car decided to completely stop in the middle of the street.
"No, no, no, no. Not now. Ugh!" Rachel sighed frustrated while trying to start the car again, but nothing.
"Ok, Rachel Berry, it´s nothing, just call Kurt´s dad" she pinched her nose and took the phone out of her bag.
"Hello, Mr. Hummel? It is Rachel Berry. My car stopped functioning. I´m a block down my residence. I appreciate it. And could you do me a favor and ask Kurt not to leave yet? Thank you" Rachel hung up and sighed one more time.
Kurt´s father told her he would send someone to take a look at her car. Rachel just hoped he wouldn´t send Finn. It would be too awkward.
After National kiss fiasco, Rachel pulled him aside and told him she wouldn´t go back to him because she couldn´t be only his second choice. Finn only wanted her when he couldn´t have her and that she deserved more. Let´s say Finn didn´t take the news so well, and at least three chairs had suffered his wrath.
The tiny diva sighed one more time and leaned back against her seat, closing her eyes. She was lost in her thoughts when a loud knock on her window scared her, making her jump. Rachel put her hand over her chest, trying to calm her heart.
The brunette turned her head to look at the person who was rudely knocking on her window when she saw the one person she least expected. Looking back at her with a big smirk was a young Latina.
"Santana?"
"Hello, hobbit."