A/N: I was writing this story while writing my more serious one ("Lost Stars") and felt like having something a tad more easy for the couple. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this story as well cause I really enjoy this couple and I don't really mind if its getting old.

All mistakes are mine but not the characters.

Chapter 1

"You're disgusting," Santana laughed as she reached into the cooler, most of the ice melted into a giant puddle and coated her hand as she bent over for a Coke.

The heat seemed to cover everything today, even the breeze that shifted through the air was thickly hot.

That didn't derail Puckermen from throwing his annual before-the-summer-ends-party-before-the-party. This one usually started in the afternoon and ended in the evening, while his last party of the summer started in the evening and ended in the morning. It was great fun if you were a lunatic.

Since it wasn't his official "summer is over" party, there weren't too many people, which was great. But there was just enough to fill his pool and put Santana out in the heat.

Santana felt her heart beat slow down as her hand lingered in the water for some relief from the heat. Everything felt sticky and dry at the same time. Even with just her bikini top and a pair of shorts on she couldn't escape the heat, the sun peppering her back with hot kisses. She would take off her short-shorts as well but she couldn't stand most of the people here and the last thing she wanted was for anyone to get too excited over her appearance. More than usual of course.

Also for some reason, Puck was following her around.

"I'm telling you, Lopez," he laughed as she stood back up, "It could happen."

"Again, disgusting," Santana popped her can open, the sound of the fizz from the bubbles making her close her eyes for a second. Once she opened them back she noticed a blonde in the corner talking to a few boys.

She had never seen her before with her golden, shiny, blonde hair that had its own wind machine and her long white see-through shirt that hung over her baby blue bikini, and her charismatic smile that shined way too bright. She was gorgeous and stealing Santana's attention, being that she was usually the hottest thing to even walk this pathetic town.

The girl laughed with one of the jocks, her hand coming into contact with his shoulder and Santana squeezed the can in her hand tight. She caught a weird feeling, the sight of the girl's eyes becoming wide as her smile cracked out against her face. Then Santana's eyes looked down at the girl's thighs, flawlessly cream-colored that were turning red from the sun. If she had put on sunscreen then she wouldn't have a chance of getting sunburned. Santana had some inside, if the girl want some she could help put some on-

Santana looked away, her face feeling hotter than ever. She swallowed down the unwelcomed thoughts and decided to change what she was feeling into something easier to explain. Maybe anger.

"Who the fuck is that?" Santana hissed as she turned back to the girl. She was pissed, she knew everyone that she needed to know. What makes this chick any different?

Puck looked over at the blonde and smiled, "That's Quinn Fabray. She's hot, right?"

"I wouldn't fucking know," Santana folded her arms but couldn't look away, her face feeling hot again, "The fuck is this pasty ass bitch doing here?"

"Whoa! Chill the fuck out. She's cool, I promise," Puck then motioned at the girl, "Hey, Quinn! Come here for a second!"

Quinn looked over and smiled.

"Don't invite her over! I don't want to talk to her!" Santana hissed and slapped at Puck's arm as the girl strolled over.

"Noah," Quinn greeted before turning to Santana and putting out her hand, "I'm Quinn."

Santana inspected the hand before looking up. The girl had painted her nails pink. How pleasant.

Santana gave a bitter laugh and placed her soda on her cheek, taking in that this new girl that smelled like vanilla, "Santana."

Quinn took a moment before retracting her hand and laughing nervously, "You go to McKinley?"

Santana felt herself silently gasp at the girl's laugh. It sounded way better than it should have. She couldn't respond and gave her best-pointed look.

"Cool, I will too. Soon. When school starts. I'll be a year late but not like set behind late just like I didn't go there last year. But I will be going there this year. At McKinley, where you go. I mean-" Quinn started to ramble.

"Oh great. Another Berry," Santana interrupted as she sipped her drink.

"No, not another Berry," Puck insisted. He looked over to a confused Quinn and explained, "Just some girl in our class who talks too much."

"I wouldn't want to do that," the girl smiled at Santana and the Latina felt her her breath get caught in her throat again.

Quinn had a perfect smile, and not some toothpaste commercial smile, but like a really perfect smile. It made Santana feel weird inside, like maybe sick. A different kind of sick where she wanted to smile back. She reframed, though.

"Look, it's been fun," then Santana turned away without finishing her thought. She pushed through the small crowd and into the sliding door for Puckermen's kitchen and sat on the cool counter to breathe.

She's felt this before but never to this degree. Could she even put it in the same category as jealousy anymore? She could still hear Quinn's laugh ringing in her ears. Was this some sort of punishment for what she did to Rachel last year? She said sorry. Sort of.

"What's wrong with you?" Puck's voice suddenly said next to her.

She sighed and opened her eyes, "I don't like her."

"Why?" Puck put his hand against his heart in offense, "She's hot!"

"I guess."

"You guess?!"

"Yes, I guess!"

Puck slammed his hands on the counter, "Have you seen her?!"

"Yes, I've seen her!"

"Then you know she's hot!"

"How should I know?!"

"What do you mean how should you know?! Don't you have eyes?!"

"Oh my God!" Santana sighed, "If we're going in that direction then do you think someone like... Channing Tatum is hot?"

"Fuck yeah, he's fucking hot. I'm not stupid," Puck rolled his eyes, said "No homo, though" before continuing, "But Quinn's fucking hotter."

"Whatever, Puck."

"What do you mean, whatever?"

"Whatever, Puck!"

"I just want you to tell me that she's hot!"

"Ask me that one more time and I'm going to feed you your peanut sized balls in a milkshake!"

"I'm just trying to express how hot she is, Santana. No need to get violent."

"Jesus."

"But she's really hot."

"Then fuck her!"

"I'm trying!" Puck looked around before placing his hands on her thighs and started to rub them up, "Are you jealous?"

"God no!" Santana pushed him away from her and gagged, "You smell like gross."

Compared to vanilla.

"Then be my wingman," Puck pleaded, "I really like her and I would love if my best friend would be there to support me."

Santana pinched the bridge of her nose with her forefinger and thumb, "Fine, whatever, Puck."

"Great," he slapped her on the back, "Just don't scare her off, okay?"

"Whatever, Puck," she said with more force as she scooted off the counter.

"Whatever, Puck," he mocked as he followed her outside, "Don't you know any more words?"

"You are bothering me so much right now," Santana sighed.

She knew that Puck could see that something was wrong with her and she was glad that he was trying to distract her with some bickering. But maybe not on that topic. Santana felt worse than ever.

Two hours later and Santana wished that she would have just left earlier. They were all gathered around a small bonfire talking and laughing and Puck couldn't talk his eyes off of Quinn and for some reason neither could Santana.

She felt irritated, maybe over the way everyone seemed to fall over this new girl so easily. She was so fucking perfect and everyone fucking loved her.

Quinn laughed at a joke and Santana felt like she couldn't take it anymore. She stood up and walked to the gate to get as far away as possible to breathe.

She reached the front yard and sighed as she sat on the porch. She needed to get ahold of herself. Push these thoughts and feelings to the back of her brain. She had done it for Brittany and with experience comes skill, right?

"Needed a break, too?" A voice above her asked and she almost jumped out of her skin once she saw it was Quinn.

Santana sighed at her luck, "Yeah."

Without asking, Quinn squatted next to her and stared out into the distance. Santana did the same and they ended up in a comfortable silence.

For a girl that Santana did not like that much, Quinn wasn't bad company. She wasn't a loud breather like some people Santana knew, and the way she would give a small sigh while her eyes squinted at a thought was almost endearing.

Santana turned her eyes at the ground, suddenly irritated that she was staring at the blonde.

"You hate me, don't you?" Quinn suddenly asked.

Santana looked back at her, the thought of hating her never crossed her mind, "Maybe."

"Why? You don't even know me," Quinn asked. Santana watched as she asked with a small shake in her voice that was soon replaced with indifference, "We literally just met a couple hours ago."

Santana shrugged, "It just happens that way sometimes."

"I guess," Quinn looked at the ground in front of her, "I like your shoes."

"What?" Santana looked at her shoes, a pair of dirty converse that she threw on at the last minute while getting dressed this morning.

"They're a nice color."

"They're covered in dirt."

"I'm just trying to make nice."

"By complimenting me?"

"Is it working?" Quinn tried, a small smile on her lips. When she noticed the creep of a smile on Santana's lips she clapped her hands, "It is working!"

"It's not working," Santana folded her arms. She was not going to let this girl get the best of her, "You should just give up."

"I probably should but I would like to have the hottest chick in school to be in my corner when I arrive at McKinley in a few weeks."

Santana flinched. She knew that the blonde was joking but the compliment sounded different out of her mouth, "Flattery is not going to work either."

"It's not?"

"No, cause I already know that I'm the hottest bitch around. I don't need you to tell me."

"That's true," Quinn shrugged a shoulder, "To be honest, if I wasn't fresh new meat then Puck would probably be humping your leg right now instead of mine."

Santana let out a laugh, surprised at the comment that left the girl's mouth, "Stop it. It's not working."

"I'll just have to keep trying then," Quinn smirked.

Santana noticed the blonde's hazel eyes and felt like she needed to keep contact with them at all times, "Persistence doesn't seem to fit you."

"How would you possibly know that?" Quinn leaned into her and Santana sighed, knowing immediately that she had to make this blonde bitch her friend.