A/N:

Hey, this is my first fanfiction, and english is not my first language.

I hope you like it ;)


"Buongiorno, bella signorina!" I greet Quinn, my best friend, with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hands off my woman, you giant pizza!" And that's my other best friend, my hot-tempered latina.

"Easy, easy, my little squirrel."

"Did you call me a squirrel?!"

"I belive I just did." I can't finish the word 'did' because a tan hand collides with the back of my neck, surely leaving a bruise.

"Holy shit, Quinn! Give some love to this woman! She clearly needs to get laid!"

"Period. Not my fault." Quinn shrugs her shoulders, and ruffles her girlfriend's hair "You are just a fluffy squirrel. I'll see you at spanish." And just like that, she runs off.

Santana starts mumbling about squirrels and lions, and something in spanish that sounds like a death treat, when I turn my head and notice the most beautiful girl in school.

Rachel Berry.

She's wearing her cheerleader uniform, with that skirt. That really small skirt, that makes impossible to me to stop staring at her legs. I'm sure I'm drooling.

"Oh God, stop your lady boner, you idiot. And close your mouth, for God's sake, some bird might make a nest into it." Fucking Santana, always destroying my sweet dreams.

I'm planning on telling her to fuck off, when I see the little diva coming our way.

"Buongiorno, principessa." She reaches her hand out for me to kiss, and I let my lips linger a bit on her smooth skin.

"Good morning, Sara. You are always the gentlewoman"

"Just for you, my lady."

"I hope you love-birds fall from the breach you're singing on, right into a big cat, that takes your vocal chords with his paws and strangles you with them."

"Must you be so crude, Santana? And I can assure you that Sara and I are not a romantic couple, even if the procedure of dating in which we are engaging leads usually to that. "

I love my diva's rambling.

"You make my ears bleed, hobbit."

"Don't call her a hobbit, you are as small as her."

"Don't even go there. I'm an average woman, Berry is a hobbit, you are a huge tree. I don't even know if you can physically kiss."

Before Rachel can start a paragraph about us kissing with almost a foot between us, the bell rings and we are forced to run to class.


It's lunch time, and I'm sitting with Santana at our usual table and we're waiting for our girls to start our meal.

When Quinn and Rachel make their way to us, I notice my blonde friend limping.

"What happened, Q? Did Sanny Bear give you a good ride in the janitor's closet?"

Rachel looks at me shocked and slaps my arm.

"SARA ELEANOR MONTI. This is not an appropriate language, apologize to Quinn and Santana"

"I'm sorry, girls." I distinctly hear Santana whipping the air, and take a mental note about making her run for her life in the next football practice. Guess you shouldn't tease your friend, when said friend is your captain.

"But, Quinn, I know for a fact that your limp doesn't come from my fingers, so what happened?"

"I fell from the top of the pyramid, nothing serious, but my ankle hurts..." Quinn says with a pout, that Santana is fast to kiss with a mumbled 'my poor baby'

"The top of the pyramid? Rach, isn't that your role?" I ask, confused.

"I was late for practice, so Sue put me at the bottom. I think my back it's really going to hurt tomorrow."

God that woman. How can someone be so cruel to my little, sweet, precious songbird? She's so tiny, cute… How can you put her under all these bitchy Cheerios?

"I'm really sorry Rach, I can give you a massage, I'm pretty good at it!"

"Sure you are." Must I really tell you who said that?

After we finish eating, Quinn and Santana disappear, I don't even want to know where, leaving me with my jew princess, finally alone.

"Hey Rach, I was thinking that maybe, if you haven't any previous plan and of course if you want to be in my company, you can totally say no, maybe you find me annoying, or maybe you don't like my accent, or maybe my hair. Do you like my hair? Because I can cut it shorter, or maybe I can stop cutting it, so it'll grow, yes maybe…"

"Oh sweetie, you are really nervous, you just keep saying maybe and putting words around it! Keep calm and breath, we don't need another rambling mess, I'm enough!" Rach takes my hand, trying to calm my word vomit.

"Ijustwannaskyoutoadatethisfriday."

"Oh, dear God, please, give me strength. Sara: separate words, pronounce them clearly and loud, or I won't understand anything."

"I would really like if you accept my invite for a date this Friday."

"Oh, dear, of course I will, don't need to be so nervous" She starts petting my head, like you would do to a puppy who has been good.

I'm pathetic.

Or maybe I'm just in love.

What's the difference, anyway?