Chapter 1

How is this happening? I, Santana Lopez, am finally here. I've finally gotten out of Lima, OH. It's the first day of college and I'm so ready for it. Nothing can get in my way now. No one. How I got into NYU is beyond me. My grades are so-so, but it happened. I'm sitting in my dorm room. There is another bed so I'm guessing that my roommate should be coming soon. At least I got first dibs on which bed I wanted. I picked the farthest one from the door, so if someone broke in, they'd see my roommate first.

Let me tell y'all this just so you know. I didn't know this until I was a junior in high school, but I'm not exactly straight. I'm a complete lesbian. And I'm proud of it too. I can't even imagine why I ever wanted to have sex with guys in high school. Especially Finn Hudson. Or Finnocence as I liked to call him. Anyway I just hope my roommate doesn't judge me for that.

I waited until about 10:30 and she still wasn't here, so I decided just to go sleep because my first class starts at 11:15am. I'll meet her in the morning I guess. I don't even bother going to the bathroom because I don't want any girls to see me and think they're going to get lucky since it's that time of the night. But anyway, I'm tired as fuck so I'll just sleep in my jeans.

The sun is peeking through the blinds of my dorm and there is a light on in the room. I squint my eyes to see where the other source of light was coming from. There was a girl sitting on the bed opposite my own and she wasn't sleeping. She was doing something and I wasn't sure exactly what. I propped myself up on my elbows so I could get a good look at her.

I rub my eyes and then I see them. Beautiful sapphire orbs staring into my dark, creamy brown ones. A smile creeps onto the other girls lips and she starts to stand. She walks over to me and sits on the bed next me.

"Hi. I'm Brittany." The girl has amazing long blonde hair and I just can't stop staring. "What's your name?"

"Santana."

"Hi, Santana." This should be awkward because I absolutely detest prolonged eye contact, but I just can't stop staring at those burning sapphires.

"We should get to know each other since we'll be living together for while."

"Yeah, um well I'm from Ohio." Wow Santana. Smooth.

"Really? I'm from Indiana! We're neighbors! Well were I guess since we live barely ten feet from each other now." This feels like the most comfortable conversation I've ever had and I have even said more than 10 words.

"What's your major?" Brittany asked nonchalantly.

Oh crap, what is my major? Oh duh... "Music." Brittany smiles and oh god, her teeth are so perfect.

"Mine's dance in case you were wondering." She knows that I'm staring. This is the most perfect girl I have ever laid my eyes on. I'm not afraid to admit it. I need to make her mine. So I said, "Tell me about yourself, Brittany. Do you have a boyfriend?" Smooth again Santana.

"Oh um, well I'm not exactly into boys. I'm kinda in the middle right now. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No I don't. Actually I'm a lesbian."

"Oh. That's awesome. I knew I sensed something cool about you, San." The way she says San is so mind blowing. "Have you dated other girls before?"

"Only one, but she broke it off with me. She was kind of a bitch." Brittany's lips curl up into a small smile.

"I doubt that's true." Brittany said.

"It is true! She broke up with me!" I was getting kind of pissed thinking about my ex.

"I'm sorry." Why is she sorry?

"It's not your fault." I told her.

"That's not what I meant. I'm sorry that you think she's a bitch." Ok? I need to get class.

"What time is it, Britt?" She turns and stares into my eyes again.

"Did you call me Britt?"

"Yes. Why?" I was started to get confused.

"We've only known each for about ten minutes and you're already calling me Britt." "

Well you've already called me San so I guess we're even." She stands up and walks over to grab her phone. "It's 10:30."

Oh shit! I really need to get ready! "I need to take a shower! When's your first class?" I asked her quickly.

"I think my dance class is around 1:30." Lucky bitch. Why does it hurt to call her that? It shouldn't. We aren't even friends. At least I don't think so. Do I want to be friends with her? I really don't know. She's really fucking sexy, but I don't know if she thinks I am. Oh who am I kidding? I'm smoking hot.

"Hey Santana?"

"Yeah?" She's so cute. Brittany asks, "Do you want my number in case I'm not here when you get back?" Hell yes. Don't get too excited Santana.

"Um sure. Do you want mine too?" Of course she does. Why would she want to give me hers?

"I'd like that." She smiles and I swear my stomach fills with a million butterflies. We just met and she already has this calming affect on me. This is ridiculous. She's just another girl, Santana. It's just a crush. Or is it?