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"No Britt I haven't made any new friends yet, I just got here" Santana explained exasperatedly to her friend of several years as she walked along the crowded NYU campus trying to locate her dorm room; which wasn't working very well because Brittany had called her immediately after her taxi dropped her off which she finds ridiculously suspicious. Maybe the girl had some kind of tracking device implanted into her phone, God knows she's done that countless times, she has to look into the issue it later.
"Well are you wearing your lucky underwear I told you to wear? I mean because that's the only reason I-"
"Britt!" you half yelled into the receiver, irrationally questioning if the bypassing students could hear her phone call.
"I'm in public and regardless I'm certainly not going to tell you what kind of underwear I'm wearing." You argued quite rightly, but when it came to the cheery blonde; all reason flew out the window unfortunately.
"But San…."
Santana could already hear Brittany's manipulative pout being formed over the phone, how she couldn't deny the blonde when she pulled it out.
Santana sighed dramatically and looked around for any bystanders before she settled the phone back to her ear and whispered
"Yes I'm wearing my lucky underwear Britt. I mean how could I have left home without it on? You left me several notes all over my house reminding me to wear them; which is quite embarrassing because my mom found one of them strapped to Lord Tubbington, and then asked me if the note was lingo for sex."
A sudden spurt of laughter could be heard through the phone
"Oh San I'm sorry, but Lord T likes to think he's a super quiet ninja, but he's not. Maybe I should get him to hang around Mike Chang more, see if he can soak up his super Asian skills."
"What?" Santana questioned quizzically, used to Brittany's random remarks.
Brittany honestly had no filter and that was one of the things Santana admired about her, her childlike instinct to say anything that came to her mind.
"Well you know how Mike Chang is like Asian and he alw-."
Brittany's answer was cut short just as a girl collided with Santana's side causing her to drop her phone and fall onto the adjacent lawn.
"Oomph" was the noise Santana made when she made contact with the grass and quickly realized a blonde was in fact on top of her.
"What the hell!" She yelled loudly, causing the blonde to scramble onto her feet and look at Santana fearfully.
"I'm so sorry! I-I was trying to get by to my dorm room to claim a bed before my roommate got to choose first and I guess you weren't looking because you were talking on the phone-"
"Hold up stutters," Santana exclaimed as she lifted herself from the dirty grass, quickly stopping to look for any stains, God also knows how hard those suckers would be to clean later.
"So you're saying this is my fault because you couldn't watch where you were going?"
"No I was simply saying that if you wouldn't have been distracted then maybe you would have seen me." The blonde said feistily now that the Latina was getting an attitude.
"Well I'll let you know tha-", stopping mid sentence, Santana finally made eye contact with the blonde girl, who not a few seconds ago she was about to give the cursing of a lifetime; curtesy of her Lima Heights background.
The girl had mesmerizing hazel eyes that perfectly accented her glorious blonde hair and perfectly sculpted features. This girl is unreal Santana thought.
"If you're going to gape at me like that I'll just go find my dorm now."
That sentence shook Santana out of her stupor and just as the blonde was turning to make her exit, Santana took a hold of her thin wrist
"No wait, I'm sorry, ca- can I walk with you?" Santana mentally cursed herself for stuttering, not a minute ago she made fun of the blonde for doing the same. This girl was having a major impact on her and she didn't know what it was.
The blonde raised her eyebrow in a questioning manner and folded her arms.
Hot, Santana thought
"Not a second ago you were ready to yell my ear off and now you want to walk with me? I don't even know your name. For all I know you could be some kind of serial killer trying to stalk me back to my dorm room to murder me."
The blonde's ramble was extremely adorable and Santana found herself smiling idiotically. Then she realized she probably did look like some kind of psychopath and cleared her throat.
"No I'm not some murderer trying to stalk you and kill you. I'm really sorry for the way I handled that, it was an accident, I know that now. I'm Santana Lopez, and I'd love to walk you back to your dorm room if you'd let me. Please." You added the please for extra emphasis.
The blonde seemed to process your request and then shook her head and unfolded her arms.
"You might want to pick up your phone before you come with me then."
Santana's eyes widened in realization and she quickly bent down to retrieve her phone which was still by her feet. She looked at the screen and noticed the call was still going.
Hesitantly she put the phone next to her ear and listened.
"And that's how I got Lord Tubbington to stop smoking. Hey are you listening San?"
"Yeah, yeah, poor Tubbs, must've been hard." Santana answered quickly, looking up at the blonde to see her looking at her quizzically. The Latina's cheeks immediately reddened and she coughed to relieve her embarrassment.
"Hey Britt can I call you back later? I met someone and I'm going to walk them to their dorm room."
"Oh Sanny I knew the underwear was lucky! I'm going to tell Tubbs our plan worked, he's goin-"
"Okay Britt bye!" Santana said to prevent the blonde in front of her from overhearing her conversation.
Santana ended the phone call and looked up to see the blonde smirking.
"What?"
"Oh nothing Sanny." The blonde drawled out Santana's much hated nickname while giggling.
"Hey! We'll see who's laughing when I get your name and give you a stupid nickname" Santana said defensively.
"Well for starters you don't even know my name." The gorgeous blonde countered.
"What is it then? A pretty girl like you must have a pretty name to match her face." Santana answered, forgetting her previous embarrassment, exchanging it for flirtation instead.
Hey, you can't blame me, she's breathtaking
The blonde quickly blushed and looked to the side to avoid eye contact with the Latina.
"Hey I told you my full name and you even heard my embarrassing nickname my best friend gave me so I think it's only fair if you tell me your name." Santana reasoned
Finally the blonde girl looked at her and confidently spoke
"Quinn. Quinn Fabray. Now come on, I'm already behind schedule, and from the looks of it, you are too."
Quinn reached for Santana's hand and led her away to the nearby dorms.
These are definitely my lucky underwear, Santana thought as the beautiful blonde led her away.
I have to thank that fat bastard Tubbs later.
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