Welcome readers :) Thank you for taking your time to read this. I've had this idea for a while but I never got the push to write the story. I worked as a service clerk at a drug store myself so this might be slightly based on reality :)

I hope you all enjoy!


The next day I walked into work with the usual disinterested look on my face. I had only been working here for a month and I was already sick of it. Why were people always so rude? I mean, I'm a bitch but that doesn't mean everyone else has to be one.

I entered the code to enter the hallway and stood in front of the time clock. I could hear sounds coming from around the corner in the office but I wasn't exactly in the mood to greet my manager with fake smiles. I had to save those for eight more hours.

7:20 am

I had ten minutes until my shift started. I hated getting to work earlier than I was scheduled but I had no choice really. My parents still had work and I swear my mom uses her blow dryer right outside my door.

"Hey you!"

Peering over, my coworker stood before me, smiling at me with a toothy grin as she leaned against the wall next to me. She had short blonde hair, a beautiful face, and a lovely figure. She was basically a real life Cinderella, but her life has been far from a happily ever after. She keeps to herself, like me. This is probably why I can tolerate her. She's been working here for about half a year.

She grabbed my cheek and yanked it forcefully, pulling my entire body towards her. "Hey sleepyhead wake up! There's no way you're making me work harder to pick up your slack again."

"Stop it Quinn" I croaked out as I slapped her hand out of my face. Just because she a little older than me doesn't mean she can act like she's in charge of me. I hate when people tell me what to do, which pretty much explains why I hate this job - and most people. In a normal situation I probably would have retaliated, verbally or physically, but Quinn and I have known each other even before I applied to this miserable place. She went to the same high school as me and helped me get hired here. She's always trying to do things in my best interest.

I needed more people like her in my life.

"It's not even time to punch in yet, let me have ten minutes of fucking peace?"

"Eight minutes you mean?" She retorted back with a victorious grin on her face like she just told me the best comeback. I could just feel that today was going to be one of those shifts.

Suddenly I remembered something that I had been meaning to ask that might lighten up the mood a little, or at least her attitude.

"Heard back from Yale yet?"

Her snarky grin faded and she seemed more relaxed as she shook her head, a large smile immediately plastering her face. "Not yet, I'll find out in two weeks!"

"You said that two weeks ago…" I responded with an annoyed tone. Quinn was one of the most talented people I knew and deserves this better than anyone. Yes she can be irritating at times but anyone who can get Santana Lopez to tolerate them deserves some sort of acknowledgement.

She rolled her eyes and shook her hand in front of her face, "You sound just like my grandmother. It takes a long time for this stuff to be appropriately reviewed to make sure each individual is qualified to be able to get in. It's a very prestigious school and-"

"-Your grandmother? Hot damn." I interjected while licking my lips and closing my eyes slowly. I was tired and decided to see how much fun I could have with her because I had gotten my answer already.

"What? Ugh is that all you took from what I said?" Quinn said in a disappointed tone, I think I was already getting to her.

Bingo.

"Oh that means I can have her since I took her? Mmm Quinn you just made my day."

"That's disgusting."

"Yeah keep talking dirty to me."

"What!? I'm not, and the only dirty talk is the way you're grossing me out about my own grandmother."

"I bet I could get your grandmother to gross you out too."

Quinn rolled her eyes and shook her head. She knew that anything said would be turned against her and decided to avoid furthering the conversation.

I could have just said Oh I'm sorry you don't know yet or keep trying!, but that's not how I roll. If I am going too deep without bracing myself, I'll find the nearest escape to buoy myself out of it. Also, it makes things a lot more hilarious.

It was about time to punch into the time clock - who knew being perverse could kill so much time? – when the door to the hallway beeped as someone entered the code to get it. It took them a few tried to get it right. Obviously they were in a rush, I mean they were about to be late. I could have helped but that required effort, and caring.

The door swung open and a tall boy with his work polo half on stumbled in. Thank god he had a plain white t-shit underneath or I'd have puked from the epic manboobage that was threatening to spill out.

"Crap I'm late!" He practically yelled as he tugged the shirt over his head and rushed for the time clock.

I whipped the smiled off my face at my own thoughts and turned to him, "Finn its 7:29, you're not going to be late."

"I just can't be late again." Finn said desperately as he fumbled with his employee number on the time clock like he had done with the door code.

Quinn chimed into the conversation and looked directly at him, her voice more calm than it was a moment ago, "Finn, you need to be more responsible with this. I already talked you out of one write up."

Finn's face dropped in admission to this and he looked at her while he played with his nametag. He was probably going to say something sappy, but I interrupted his train of thought before he could utter anything.

"Maybe you should spend less time with your boyfriend and more time getting ready for work earlier? I mean I know morning wood must be a hard task to handle when two guys are involved, but he has a massive mouth which means double the-"

"Santana!" Quinn barked at me and gave me a sharp glare. "Can you not be so damn mean to him? He just walked in and you're already being a bitch!" Her eyes were fixated on me but flicked between me and Finn to see how he reacted.

Finn wasn't gay, despite how he acts and talks and exists. It's just that his best friend – or life partner, whichever you prefer – was impossible to handle half the time. He was cocky, arrogant, and jumped from girl to girl while shamelessly flirting with customers. I don't see anything wrong with flirting, but I hate having competition and he was quite cute, despite his bleach blonde hair and gigantic mouth.

I looked at Quinn and immediately felt a little bit of regret for bashing on Finn so quickly, even though I thought it was fantastic humor. Finn usually would have retorted with either something less clever than me, or a continuation of the ridiculous situation I painted for him but he was also awestruck by Quinn's outburst. I took this opportunity to punch in, the beeps of the button penetrating the uneasy vibe, only making the silence stand out more.

Quinn punched in right after me and walked out the door, not making eye contact with either of us as the door closed loudly behind her. I'm pretty sure she yanked it shut so no one would follow after her. Finn looked at me confused and it didn't help that my expression reflected his.

"What was that about..?" He asked as he stared at the door and then back at me, but his eyes were looking off to the side and I could tell he was replaying the situation in his head again.

I shook my head and sighed. I actually, genuinely felt bad this time for insulting Finn. Even though I'd only been working there a month, I already grew accustomed to how I could talk to each coworker and what their personalities were like in different situations. And by different situations I meant different methods of teasing them verbally. I knew I could make those remarks to Finn and he wouldn't be offended, but saying those things around Quinn…

I walked out the door, the door slamming loudly behind me as well. Maybe Quinn didn't pull the door behind her and it was always this loud? But I know I would have noticed it before. Whatever it's just a fucking door.

I eyed around the store looking for where Quinn had gone. Goosebumps immediately covered my skin because the door to the hallway happened to be at the back of the store in aisle 10, where we kept all out frozen foods and cold drinks. I can't believe I was actually looking for her, I didn't really care that much but the look she gave me made my heart sink a little.

I walked down the arctic aisle and peered over my shoulder occasionally to make sure she didn't walk by without me knowing. I had to be on the front register right now because the store was open and people were already coming in.

Was I really wasting my time looking for her? As if I had any idea what to tell her once I found her. I don't do well with talking about feelings and admitting I did something wrong.

"Santana, you need to be in the front. You already have a line forming!"

I spun around and saw a tall man with curly brown hair you could see from the next lot over. Okay it was that big, but it definitely was a feature that stood out. He was an understanding manager and never barked orders at me, but kept it professional. I liked him.

"Okay I'll be right over Mr. Schue" I replied with a smile that I hoped was an acceptable guise for how I was really feeling. Why did I feel so bad? I always hurt people's feelings and it's not like anything I said was actually true about Finn.

.~

At register one was literally the worst place on the planet. Not only were you confined to one area and couldn't venture off to do anything else in order to kill time, but the majority of the people who shop always end up complaining about some unnecessary little thing. I swear there's a group out there that purposely gets together and plans out how to make service clerks hate their lives. Maybe those were just called assholes.

My train of thought all froze when I saw the person who appeared before me. I was on automatic mode with greeting and scanning that I didn't even notice her walk in. My heartbeat quickened and I know that she could visibly see the change of color splash over my face when I met her eyes.

They were so blue.