A/N: "Omg Tana what the hell are you doing on here with a new story?" Well, to answer your question, I'd been slowly working on this and now I feel that I am ready to post it.

Hi! I'm Tana! You might've seen me on my other 2 Quinntana fanfictions, or my 4 Dantana fanfictions, or maybe my 3 Brittany fanfictions, or possibly my 1 Karmy or 1 Emison fic. Or maybe you've never seen me! So HI!

This story is "I Don't Do Attachments". It's Quinntana endgame. Third person limited to Santana, though that could change if I want it to and if so, shall be clearly marked. My chapters usually stay around 2k, but they'll occasionally drop below or rise above. Updates will be as regular as possible, however considering my other two fanfics, as well as finals coming up and my vacation for the first week of summer break, updates will probably not feel regular until after like June 10th or something.

A few things:

Italics are thoughts/dreams/flashbacks.

Bolds are texts/emails/signs/notes.

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Santana pushed her lips against the blonde's, pleased at the moan that came from the other girl. The kiss was hot and fiery, intense and erotic. She was pretty sure this was the sexiest kiss that she had ever experienced, and that was out of a lot.

Her hands moved under the blonde's shirt, feeling her soft skin and sighing against her lips. This girl was perfect. Beautiful, sexy...

Santana woke up with a start. "Mija! Get up! You're late!"

"Okay, Mami," she groaned, sighing against her pillow. Just another dream about the same girl. She shouldn't be surprised. They were reoccurring. The annoying part was that in her dream, she never got a look at the girl's face. All she knew was that she was white and blond.

Of course, that led her to thinking it must be Brittany. That would make the most sense anyway. They used to hook up a lot in junior year, but they'd stopped over the summer when Britt started dating that Artie kid in the wheelchair. Santana had realized soon after their "relationship" that whatever feelings she had thought she felt for Brittany weren't real.

That was months ago. Before winter break, before school even started. So why would she be having make out dreams about Brittany?

Shaking her head, she sat up. The girl in her dream was no one that she knew. After all, Brittany was the only white, blonde, female friend that Santana had. Sure there were some white blondes on the cheerios, but Santana could hardly stand to look at them, let alone think about making out with them. No one in Glee Club besides Britt was a blonde female, so Santana was left with no choice but to assume that the dream was just nonsense.

That option wasn't hard to accept either. She had once had a sex dream about a shrub in the shape of a person, so a random blonde was pretty much normal for her.

But these dreams were killing her. She was so horny all of the time. She no longer had Brittany to fix that, and no way was she going to sleep with any guys any time soon. Sure, they would all jump at the chance, but ever since she came out to everyone before winter break, it would look like she was trying to sneak back into the closet. Plus, guys were gross.

Santana finally dragged herself out of bed, even more late than she was before. She threw on her cheerio uniform, tied her hair up in its signature high pony and put on some eye shadow, blush and lipstick. She didn't need much makeup, her skin was flawless.

Santana walked into school half an hour later, hands on her hips and bitch smirk on. Was it hard for her to be the head bitch in charge, be the head of the cheerios, maintain good grades, be in the Glee Club and deal with the fact that she was a triple minority? Yes. Did that stop her? No. She was unstoppable. Even after she came out, no one got in her way. No one tried to steal her position as head cheerleader. Nobody crossed her. Even Coach Sylvester was a little scared of the fiery Latina.

Santana a weak spot for nobody. Well, she had a small one for Brittany. They'd always been best friends, and even now that they weren't sleeping together, the sweeter girl had Santana wrapped around her finger. But besides Brittany, Santana didn't care much for anyone. Sure, she cared about people in Glee Club, but not enough to show any part of her soft side. Being soft showed weakness. If Santana looked weak, everything would fall apart. Underclassmen would think they had a shot at head cheerio, people would think they could steal her spot as resident badass... people might not find her as intimidating as normal. It was too much for Santana to even think about, so it was easier for her to just shut off her soft side.

So she never dated; not that there were any hot lesbians around here for her to date anyway. She didn't develop feelings for people. Sure, her attention occasionally got caught on a hot chick somewhere, but face it, it was hard to find any hot girls around McKinley high school.

Which is why Santana nearly stopped in her tracks, causing herself to almost trip over her own feet, and ultimately ended up stumbling for an awkward two seconds and glaring at the people who saw her, when she saw a girl she had never seen before standing talk talking to Coach Sylvester in her office. Santana did a quick scan of the girl, before quickly analyzing her. She was taller than Santana, but not tall. Her body was totally in shape, and Santana could practically picture the abs hidden under her blouse. She was blond, her hair framing her face in a soft way that most people's hair couldn't ever accomplish even after hours of styling.

Santana couldn't see the front of her face, so she walked a little further alongside the window before glancing back into the office, hoping that Sue or the mystery girl wouldn't notice.

The Latina let out a long breath when she saw the girl's face. Gorgeous, hazel eyes. Perfectly curved eyebrows. A nose that didn't protrude awkwardly, or have any sort of weird curves. Rosy cheeks, pink lips. She looked rather innocent in her loose blouse and skirt, but something about the way her eyebrow quirked up at whatever Sue was saying to her gave Santana the impression that she was a lot different than she seemed.

Realizing that she'd been staring for probably a couple of minutes, and that her jaw was hanging open as she analyzed the girl, Santana quickly turned and snapped her mouth shut. If anyone ever said anything about that, she would torture them so bad that they would have to transfer to a school in a different country.

Santana was on edge all day. This mysterious new girl wasn't in any of her classes, so Santana had a feeling that she might not be a senior. However, thinking back to that raised eyebrow contradicted that thought. She was totally a senior. That or she was a very rebellious junior. No way that she was a sophomore or a freshman, her toned legs ruled those two out immediately.

Basically, Santana spent the entire day thinking about that girl. It wasn't until the end of the day that she made some sort of connection between her dream and the blonde girl she had just seen earlier. No way that fate had been trying to send her a message, because Santana didn't believe shit like that. However, she had always joked that she had a Mexican third eye...

No, the dream had only expressed that Santana was attracted to blondes and that she was extremely horny as of late. Therefore, her immediate attraction to this new blonde was totally reasonable.

Shit, I sound like Berry now.

The last bell rang, and Santana remembered that it was Tuesday. Cheerios practice today, she remembered with a sigh. She liked being a cheerio. She liked the popularity she got from it. She liked the short skirts, too, if she was being honest. But she hated the actual sport. It was stupid, what they did in the cheerios was not cheerleading. It was like some form of insane synchronized dancing with a few pyramids.

She walked into the locker room, her head bitch look firmly stuck on her face, and headed toward her locker. Opening it, she stuffed her backpack in it and pulled out her deodorant to put some more on so that she didn't smell like shit after practice.

As she closed her locker, though, someone appeared a few lockers down from her. This was unusual, since those lockers were either empty or full of Coach Sylvester's junk. Santana glanced slightly to her left, and her eyes widened as she snapped them forward again. That blond girl. She was still wearing the same outfit as before, but in her hands was a red and white cheerios uniform. Santana gulped as she turned and walked out of the locker room and out onto the field. This wasn't going to be good.

"I don't have time for this!" Santana heard being yelled inside the locker room behind her. "Ten laps for anyone who isn't on the field in ten seconds!"

The first person out of the doors was Brittany. No surprise there, that girl hated laps.

Second person out, that mysterious blonde. All dressed in her uniform, her soft looking blond hair tied up perfectly in a high pony. She had literally just been in different clothes thirty seconds ago. What the hell?

Surprisingly, all of the girls made it out in ten seconds, and Coach immediately began shouting for them to get into their formation that they were working on for their cheerleading regionals competition.

"Quinn, get in between Santana and Brittany and follow what they do," Sue snapped at the mysterious blonde—Quinn?—who had frozen at the previous direction. Now, she scanned the girls, trying to pick out "Santana and Brittany". Santana gave her an amused look, and when the blonde saw it, she must've been able to tell that was her.

She silently moved in between Santana and Brittany, but it wasn't a kind of silence that Santana guessed meant that she was shy. It was different, a cold silence.

They started their routine, and Santana tried not to notice that Quinn hardly stumbled at all as she copied Brittany's movements. For whatever reason, the new blonde was not even glancing at Santana. For some reason, that irked the Latina.

"Sloppy! You're all sloppy! I can't believe I have the shame of coaching you all! In fact, I might be kicking a few of you off the team! Maybe then you'll have time to think about why you suck so badly! Now get out of here, and I don't want to see any tears staining the locker room floor!" Coach yelled at them through her megaphone. Santana, unfazed, started back toward the locker room. A few of the freshman were trying not to cry, a few of them already were. Those were the ones who wouldn't make it another year on the team. The fact was, switching from any other cheer team to Sue's was hard, and only the really tough ones made it through a full four years.

"She's pretty hardcore," an unknown voice commented next to Santana. Her eyes widened slightly as they gave a sideways glance to Quinn. Her voice had a really sexy sound to it.

"If you can't handle it, blondie, you shouldn't be here," is all Santana said, before speeding up and heading into the air conditioned locker room.

"Oh, I can handle it," Quinn argued, suddenly next to Santana again. "I've seen worse."

"I'm sure you have," Santana said, trying to seem bored with the conversation, even though her heart was racing. This was bad. Like, really bad. This girl was too perfect looking and too perfect sounding.

Santana turned and headed back for the mirrors. She wasn't too sweaty, since practice had been short, so she decided that she'd just shower at home. She didn't like showering here anyway, because there were only a few showers and they were always nasty.

She stopped in front of the row of mirrors and adjusted her pony. Suddenly, she saw the same blonde behind her in the mirror again. "Can I help you, blondie?"

"My name's Quinn," Quinn said, her expression cold.

"And?" Santana asked, not seeing the point in this. Sure, maybe she found herself attracted to Quinn, but that didn't mean she was going to be any nicer to her than she was to anyone else. As she had already proven many times, Santana did not do nice.

"And I'd prefer to be called by it, and not a nickname that pretty much makes it sound like you're calling me stupid," Quinn told her, in a firm voice that made Santana feel really threatened. No one did this. No one argued with her position has head bitch in charge.

"Does it look like I care?" Santana asked, whatever attraction she had for the blonde disappearing all of the sudden as she felt a bit of Snix flare up. "Look, I'll call you what I want, just like I call everyone else here what I want. I am the head bitch at this school, and no pretty little blonde princess is going to parade in here and try to take that from me, got it?"

Santana turned and went back to her locker before Quinn could say anything else to her. She opened her locker quickly and grabbed her backpack. She was eager to leave, and she luckily didn't run into the new blonde cheerio again on her way out.

Brittany, though, ran up to her as she walked toward the parking lot. "Are you okay? I saw you get all angry in the locker room."

"Yeah, just had to put that new bitch in her place," Santana answered, giving Brittany a smile. The one reserved only for her best friend.

"She's pretty," Brittany commented. "Oh hey, are you singing something in Glee tomorrow?"

Santana thought back to what Mr. Shue had said the assignment was the day before. Something like opening up about yourself? She didn't remember exactly. "Um, I don't think so Britt. I can't remember the assignment."

"Expressing feelings that no one knows about," Brittany answered. "It's pretty lame actually. I don't think anyone is going to sing anything, because if no one is telling someone their feelings, then they probably have a pretty good reason for not expressing them."

Santana nodded in agreement, completely understanding what Brittany was saying. She hated it when people called her stupid, because she was literally one of the smartest people that Santana knew. "Five bucks says that Berry sings a love song to Finn even though they're freaking engaged and everyone knows about her feelings towards him."

"I'd take that bet, but I'm pretty sure that is actually going to happen," Brittany commented with a laugh. Santana gave her a wide smile.

She found herself at her car. "I'll text you later, Britt."

"Good!" Brittany exclaimed, grabbing Santana in a quick hug. They always hugged, it wasn't weird. They had been best friends since they were really little, and while they were now seniors, Brittany still had that aspect of youth in her.

Brittany went off to her car, and Santana turned to get into hers. She practically jumped when she saw Quinn standing by the car next to her, giving her an amused look. "Head bitch has a weak spot," Quinn commented, raising her eyebrow.

"Everyone has a weak spot for Brittany, blondie. Welcome to Lima," Santana snapped at her, angry that she had seen that right after Santana had tried to show her where her place was.

"Whatever you say, Santana," Quinn said to her, raising an eyebrow that was so damn sexy. Santana rolled her eyes and headed for her car door. "You know, you're pretty impressive."

"I know," Santana called back cockily, although she was actually kind of confused as to what Quinn meant.

"You're head of the cheerleading squad, head bitch of the entire school, and you're a lesbian," Quinn commented. Santana turned around and scowled at the bitch.

"You got a problem with that?" Santana asked.

Quinn smirked. "Look, I don't want any trouble. I would just like to make it clear to you, that while you may be the head bitch of your school, I'm not some Barbie blonde that someone is going to puppet around in the background of the school social levels. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," Santana answered, giving the blonde a tight smile. "Now why don't you turn your pretty, white ass around and get out of here before you piss me off anymore and I have to result to messing up your pretty face."

"Gladly," Quinn returned, before turning and making her way back across the parking lot.

Santana finally opened her car door and threw her backpack into the passenger seat. As she sat down in the driver's seat, she grumbled, "Stupid homophobe."

But she didn't think that Quinn was actually a homophobe. She was pretty sure that Quinn had just wanted to make it clear that she'd done her research and that she wasn't going to be underestimated.

She definitely wasn't either, at least now.

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