A/N: I don't own Glee. *Sad Sigh* . I might be a few days late in my updating because of the upcoming storm to Alabama.

Today's Theme! Quinntana Begins. Setting: Diner where Santana works and Quinn just wants to know her name!

Please rate and review, mistakes are mine, ideas are welcome!

~Kay :)

"Hey, what can I get cha?" A feisty Latina walks towards to booth, stopping as she clicks her pen and flicks open a new tab. I scan over her features and am surprised at the captivating beautify I've never seen in another woman before. Her long, raven locks curl, accenting her high cheek bones. Full lips and perfectly plucked eyebrows entice me. I don't know if it's because I'm gay or because she's just hot, but something makes me want to know and be near her.

"Don't I get a name?" I ask with a smile. She raises an unimpressed brow and pops her gum. I try again. "I'm Quinn. Nice to meet you… Or halfway meet because I still don't know your name. May you please tell me who you are?" I blink multiple times with an all-American smile.

"You can tell me your order." She says with boredom sided with hint of bite in her voice.

"Okay, maybe next time," I pick up the menu filled with sticky finger prints and ketchup. "Uuuummmmmmmmmmm. I don't know." I look up at her with wide, playful eyes. She lets out a heavy sigh and shifts to her right foot. "What do you like to eat here?"

"Are you asking if you want something that's been in the freezer for five years or if you want slimy eggs and greasy bacon so they can clog your arteries?" my eyes light up at the sound of bacon.

"Ooh! Bacon sounds good! Thank you, Nameless! I would like to order the BLT, minus the LT and extra B, please."

She narrows her eyes and looks at me with her hands on her hip as she leans against the booth. "So you just want a bacon sandwich?"

"Yes. But it sounded so much better the way I said it, don't cha think?" I grin at her as she takes my menu while rolling her eyes.

I saw a gleam in her eye and the smallest of quirks to her lips. She may not know it, but Fabrays go after what they want for however long it takes. I'll get her name one day and it may seem a little too sure on my part, but she'll have my name to her own one day as well.

I walk in every afternoon determined to get her name. I sit in the same booth each time and try to make small talk with her over my BLT minus the LT extra B. She always rolls her eyes, but I know she's trying not to smile. My Fabray charm is getting through to her!

It's Friday when I walk in and see her conversing with a guy with overly gelled hair and a bow tie added to his uniform. I look at my menu for a few minutes until someone walks over.

It's the boy with the gel. How and I going to politely decline is service? "Hello, my name is Blaine. How may I help you today?"

"Hello, Blaine. You may help me by getting another waitress. Emphasis on the tress" I say in a sugar sweet voice. I think the smile made him a little confused on if I was being rude or not. Judging by the way his eyebrow furrows and his neck shots back like the little gay diva he is, he knows I don't know how to be too nice. I admit; it's a working progress.

"May I ask why?" He asks with a cocked head.

"I'm afraid your hair will fall in my food and I won't be able to tell the difference from bacon fat and your over-gel-soaked hair follicles."

"Alright, I'll get a waitress out for you as soon as possible." He gives me a tight smile as he walks off.

I really need to be nicer but people just make it hard as fuck.

I grab two straws and start making a beat to Boss Ass Bitch in my head. I'm humming under my breath when a short girl walks over to me and gives me a 100 megawatt smile. It's fake as fuck but so am I.

"Hello, my name is Rachel Berry. How may I help you?" she grins. Ugh, they're making this really hard.

"Rachel… I need you to do me a favor." I let out a long sigh before I do my puppy dog eyes.

She looks skeptical, "Sure…"

"Great! I need you to get me that really hot Latina with the awesome rack to come over here so I can ask her a question. Can you do that?"

She looks over her shoulder towards my Latin goddess and turn back towards me, chewing on her lip.

"okay, but only because I am a true romantic. My girlfriend, Brittany, comes in here all the time meet her while I was applying for the job and ran into her in my haste to get here on time. I was late but, it was worth it. I'm sure you would get along great. She has amazing talent in the art of dance, music, and sex. Brit goes to NYU while I got to-"

I cut her off. "OKAY! Rachel! Go get her for me please! I don't want to know your life story, just hers. Okay?" She looks a little sad that I shouted at her and it makes me kinda feel bad that under that big nose, a pout is forming and it's fucking pitiful. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad, just I'm really excited and nervous to talk to her. Your story was actually cute; I would love to meet Brittany someday." I give her a genuine smile.

She beams and giggles before moving those long ass tiny legs towards my girl. She gestures towards me and my angel looked towards me and I smile through my blush as getting caught looking at her ass. Angel rolls her eyes but I see a hint of a smile as she walks up towards me.

Clicking her pen and flicking new tab open, she shakes her head. "What did you want to heckle me about so long that you have to insult Warbler and Midget?"

"Who?"

"My coworkers" She rolls her eyes. I'm not sure if it was at me of her though.

I laugh and run my hand through my choppy blonde hair sheepishly. " I wanted to ask you a question."

"It's not about my name is it?" She raises her eyebrow.

"What?! Pssh! No! I wanted to ask about…. The PIE! What does pie taste like."

She looks at me like I've officially hit the wall. "How do you not know what pie taste like at a diner? Aren't they, like, generic?" She looks at me though narrowed eyes ad pursed lips.

"Well, what if I've never been in a diner? How would I know they're generic?"

"Jesus, Quinn! Just order your heart attack special and stop being difficult!" She says with a laugh. It's a gorgeous laugh.

"You should laugh and smile more. It's beautiful." I smile at her.

"My smile or my laugh?"

"Both." I answer without hesitance. She blushes and looks at the ceiling as though it would give her answers for some unknown question.

"Quinn?"

"Yes, Angel?" She blushes again.

"Why do you want to know my name so much?"

"Because knowing your name is the first step to knowing everything about you. I don't know if I'm gay and I don't know if you're gay. But what I do know is that I feel a pull to you and I don't want to resist it. Knowing your name could be the beginning of something beautiful. I want for someone to say your name and my heart nearly jump out my chest while butterflies tackle my inside."

She smiles at me with a gleam in her eye and leans against the booth. "My name is Santana. Santana Lopez."

I beam, "I'm Quinn Fabray. Nice to officially meet you." She laughs.

"Nice to meet you too, Dork. I have to get back to work. Give me fifteen minutes until I get off. We can talk then." She turns to walk away and I gently grab her wrist.

"Santana?"

"Yes, Quinn?" she asks with a slight smile and a shake of her head.

"I want a BLT, minus the LT. Extra B."