The first time it happened, Santana stood still at her kitchen window, gripping her cup of coffee tightly and staring straight at the obviously naked woman getting up from her lawn in alarm.

The naked woman took one look at her disheveled and naked self and even from a distance, Santana could hear a muttered curse word coming out of the blonde's lips.

Although it was rude to stare, Santana couldn't help but to keep staring at the leggy blonde who was now brushing leaves off her body and looking around at her surroundings. To be fair, the toned woman was the one who was naked on HER lawn.

When her neighbour's cat decided to clatter over some trash cans at that exact moment, scaring Santana into dropping her coffee mug in surprise, it also scared the blonde. When Santana looked back up, her eyes met the bluest eyes looking back at her from a dirty face before the blonde hurriedly streaked across her lawn and disappeared into the hedges separating her and her neighbour.

Santana's eyes trailed over to where the nudist disappeared to and shook her head. This was certainly a weird neighbourhood that she just moved into.


The second time it happened, about a month later, Santana was making breakfast at the kitchen counter when she heard a clatter and the same voice muttering curses at her trash can as the naked blonde woman emerged from behind her recycling bin.

Alarmed, Santana's hand reached out for the cordless phone she had handy in the kitchen after the same incident last month, her fingers poised on the speed dial that would connect her to the cops.

But alas, her hand caught the milk jug that was next to the phone and made a loud clang as it spilled over. Santana caught blue eyes looking at her before the blonde woman ran across her lawn again only to disappear behind the hedges between the two houses.

As Santana wiped down the counter, she debated whether or not to call the cops and decided not to, figuring that there was no evidence and no harm done anyway.

She sighed.


The third time it happened, Santana was out collecting her mail when she stumbled upon the naked figure in her garden.

Instinctively, Santana screamed and that woke the sleeping nude woman who looked around in alarm before her blue eyes widened at Santana who was stood in front of her with her jaw open.

The blonde woman cursed and quickly got up and ran away through the bushes before Santana could come any closer. Santana swore she heard a 'sorry' in between the muttered curses that fell out of the gorgeous blonde's lips.

Santana smacked her forehead. Did I really just think that?

Picking up her mail that she dropped, she made a mental note to remind herself to ask the neighbours if they any idea where the naked blonde woman disappeared to after she ran out of her house compound and into theirs.


About 4 months later after the first incident, with Santana getting no answers from her unhelpful neighbours, Santana decided to install security cameras around her house.

Even if the blond had been hardly any cause for alarm, Santana still didn't like the idea of finding naked women in her house compound. Santana stopped her thoughts. Well, uninvited ones anyway. The ones that are invited were definitely welcomed.

Well, if this woman would just introduce herself instead of falling asleep on her lawn buck naked every time, Santana would've invited her in. She shook her head. It wasn't as though she didn't have eyes – the woman was gorgeous. And her body ...

Santana's eyes caught a motion on her monitor. And yup, there she was, the naked woman. This time, she was just slightly off the security camera's peripheral vision, near to the bushes that she did like to disappear into.

When the blonde went through the bushes but not without first looking around, Santana found herself staring into the mesmerizing blue eyes of the naked woman. So she screen capped the shot.

Santana clicked her pen on her chin. That probably wasn't enough footage enough to convince the cops to send a squad over. Santana sighed and closed her notebook. Next time then.


"Aha! Caught you!" Santana muttered under her breath.

It had become a habit since she installed the cameras a month ago for her to check the security footage every morning before going to work. She told herself that it was because she didn't like surprises in the mornings before she went to work. So it's just a safety precaution that she would look through the footage before she stepped a foot out of her house.

For about 4 weeks, Santana had found nothing, but however, at around 5 am, something moved in the bushes near her neighbour's house and disappeared behind her trash can. That explained the clang of metal that briefly woke her up this morning.

And when she zoomed in after sunrise, she could see a pair of naked feet sticking out, followed by a blonde head that looked around suspiciously before the usual curse words.

As usual, after just barely looking at her surroundings, the woman scampered off instantaneously. Before the blonde could disappear from the camera lens though, she caught a clearer view of the woman's face as she inadvertently looked directly at the camera.

Santana's breath caught as she paused the video of the footage.

Why do the gorgeous ones always have to be the weird ones?

Her forehead hit the keyboard with a thunk.


So in the past few months, Santana had realised that the woman would always show up in a blur of images at her lawn at around 5 am, wake up at sunrise, and leave as soon as she got her bearings. After about 3 months of installing the camera, Santana realised that she did already have enough evidence to show the police.

However.

Santana pressed the pause button on the footage she was currently viewing. The blond had noticed the camera and had tried to sneak around the camera's angle unsuccesfully and finally decided to just give up and gave Santana a sheepish wave before running away. She could've sworn that she saw the blond mouth a 'sorry' before she left the screen.

Well, I'll be damned.

Santana decided to just keep the footage as evidence in case something ever happens to her.


So it wouldn't come as a surprise when Santana started developing a slight crush on the blonde streaker (who was probably a little insane) that showed up at her house without fail every month or so.

Santana debated on whether or not to confront the blond after about 10 months of the blond showing up naked on her lawn. She smacked her hand to her forehead. Blondie would probably think she was insane.

She smacked her forehead ever harder this time. Seriously? Blondie shows up naked at your garden every month for the past 10 months and you think that she will think you're insane for wanting to introduce yourself to her? And possibly ask her if she'd just rather crash on her comfortable couch (or bed) instead. Naked or not, that's entirely up to her.

So instead of being all stalker-y, Santana decided to just leave a few scrubs from work right in the middle of her lawn where there's no way that the blonde bombshell would miss them on her way out.

And so, finally, on the day that the blonde did show up on her lawn, when she stumbled out, she also literally stumbled upon Santana's carefully folded scrubs and tripped.

Santana laughed at the footage and edged closer to the kitchen window and peered through the blinds which she had installed. While she didnt't mind peering at the nude blonde, she certainly didn't want the nude woman to return the favour. Yet.

Her eyes stealthily peered out into the lawn as the blonde woman pulled up the scrubs and hid her flawless ass from Santana's perving eyes.

And as soon as the woman turned back around, Santana moved away from the window into the relative safety of stalking the nude weirdo from the comforts of her notebook monitor.

This time around, instead of a sheepish wave, she got a bright smile from the blonde woman.

Santana felt her heart thud.


Blondeshell (a mixture of blonde bombshell, as Santana had taken to calling her, she's not very creative, that's why she became a doctor) has been appearing at her lawn for close to a year now. It had been 2 months since Santana had left out clothing for her every day for around a week, 4 weeks after the blonde appears on her lawn.

The past few times, Blondeshell had actually twirled around in her scrubs and gave Santana a thumbs up sign and a wink before disappearing into the bushes where Santana may have had a gardener come and trim so as to not scratch the stranger. What? She didn't want to mar such a perfect body. Santana rolled her eyes at herself.

It was weird, Santana realised, this relationship that she had with the stranger that she still had not found the courage to ask how and why she always showed up without fail every month naked on her lawn.

However, as Santana was clearing up the remnants of a party at her house (What? She did have a life outside of work and stalking the nude blonde!) at 3 am, she heard a loud clash of her trash cans being pushed over and her heart skipped a beat.

Looking out the kitchen window into the darkness beyond, Santana couldn't see a thing. She reckoned it must be the woman, as it was almost time for her to come and give the brunette a visit anyway.

She booted up her notebook and clicked on the security camera icon where she figured that the night vision camera would serve her vision better.

Lo and behold, there she was, in all her nude glory. However, what she found on the screen of her notebook wasn't Blondeshell.

Lying on her front lawn, was a giant white wolf.

Santana rubbed her eyes. It had to be the alcohol. Or the time. Or both. She blinked. And blinked. And blinked again.

But there it was again. Lying on top of the scrubs that Santana had carefully set out was a large animal that seemed to be whining in pain.

Making a quick (but not necessarily smart) decision, Santana unlocked her front door and walked briskly in the cold night air to the injured animal and stopped in her tracks when she saw the red streaks and gashes that coated the otherwise white fur of the majestic animal.

Upon sensing her, the large wolf lifted it's head and whined pitifully, it's paws lifitng up from the ground and seemingly reaching out towards her.

Santana quickly rushed to it's aid and carefully approached the animal.

Her experience in the medical field kicked in and she gently lifted the 50 pound odd animal (she did weights in the gym and was a cheerleader in high school) into her house before setting it down on her kitchen floor.

She then got up and locked up the door and stopped in her tracks when she realised what she had done.

She just knowingly brought in an injured wolf into her house. Correction, she just knowingly brought in an injured but still very dangerous wolf into her house.

Gathering her courage, Santana walked closer to the animal and knelt down and gingerly touched it's fur. The wolf blinked it's eyes before lifting it's head to lick at her hand experimentally.

Santana sat down next to the wolf and continued her stroking. "Sorry girl. I'm a human doctor. Not an animal doctor." She murmured while gently scratching the collar of the wolf who now had it's head on Santana's lap.

Using her free hand, she checked the wolf for other wounds but found none and realised that the gashes on the wolf's fur was mostly superficial. But still, it must've hurt the wolf enough for it to collapse on her lawn.

She surfed the internet for the nearest vet to bring the wolf to the next day and thanked god that she didn't have to work the next day.

The nearest vet was about 20 miles away in the next town as the one in her town was closed for some personal reason (according to the website) for the next few days.

Moving her hand from the collar of the wolf to gently scratch between her ears, Santana gasped when the wolf suddenly lifted it's head and opened it's eyes to look at Santana.

The wolf had startlingly familiar blue eyes.


Santana didn't know when she had fallen asleep. But what she did remember was that the dream she had regarding a wolf was so real.

Santana smiled in her half awake state and chuckled in her mind. There's not enough amount of alcohol in me to make me bring an injured animal into the house.

Yawning, she started to doze into wakefulness. In her groggy state, she envisioned herself still gently stroking the soft fur of the wolf as it slept on her lap while she sat on her kitchen floor.

It must've been an awesome lucid dream because it felt so real to Santana that she almost thought that she had woken up and that was happening in real life!

Her fingers caught on what must've been one of the deeper gashes on the wolf's body because it reacted to her touch rather violently and jerked away.

It wasn't until she heard the yelp that jolted her into wakefulness and Santana finally opened her eyes. And her eyes opened widely.

Turns out she was the right doctor for the job after all. That and the fact that there apparently was enough alcohol in her system to have made her bring a strange thing in.

Because right there on her kitchen floor was Blondeshell who was hissing in pain and muttering a stream of curses at the scratches and gashes that adorned her otherwise unblemished body (work of art, what did I say?).

The only thing her mind could think of at that moment was that, damn, she was even hotter up close.

That and the fact that she was as naked as the day she was born (and every other day when she would end up at Santana's lawn.)

Blondeshell lifted her head and peered at Santana through thick blonde lashes.

"Um. Hi?" She said, her voice coarse.

Santana's reaction was to get up and run out of her kitchen leaving the blonde to shout after her. "Wait! I can explain!"