So here it goes...a new story. Don't worry an update on Balancing Act will be posted tomorrow. I don't own glee.
As always she rode the bus into the richer section of town, getting off at the bustop. Then looking around she slipped into an un-suspecting, rich persons yard. There, using her knowledge she broke into the house with the perfection of a person who has done this many times before (and she has). With stealth and agility she climbed up th stairs reaching a bedroom. Of course the occupants were gone, it was a school day and Santana never minded being a little late...as long as she didn't miss glee. Inside this persons bedroom was a closet. Filled to the brim of clothes they would never wear. So she took some, everyday, she didn't know who this house belonged to, but she liked there style. It's not like the "borrowed" them permanently, she put them back the next day. So as always she pulled yesterdays clothes out of her laundry bag, put them back on their hangers and hung them back on the racks.
Walking out of the giagantic closet, with her fabulous, new outfit she noticed a movement out of the corner of her eye. It couldn't be. She thought to herself. She ran trying to get away from the house, but was stopped in her tracks by none other than...
Noah Puckerman.
I know its really really short, but I always thought it was weird that Santana is from Lima Heights Adjacent, but always has a new outfit. This story could be why. If you guys like it I will add more chapters. thx.