A/N: Hey guys! I know the summary wasn't that informative but I'm happy some decided to give it a try!

To clear things up, the pairings are:

Santana/Brittany

Quinn/Rachel

Kurt/Blaine

and Puck, well Puck's just being Puck.

There might be some mistakes in there so I'll apologize beforehand. I just really wanted to get something posted up for you guys!

Also, I do not own glee, that's all Mr. Murphy.


By the time we get to my apartment, Beth's asleep and I carry her to her room in my apartment. Yes, she has her own room in my house. You try saying no to her.

Impossible. Quinn says I spoil her too much, but she's my only niece. So why not? And did I mention how adorable she is?

I make it back to the kitchen and see Quinn and Rachel making kissy faces at each other…excuse me while I throw up a weeks' worth of food. And of course Kurt is pouring the most expensive wine in my cabinet. I should really start charging him for that.

I'm guessing they hear my footsteps because once I'm close enough they all give me this wickedly sly smile and I know they want answers.

"Wanna tell us what's gotten you all smitten, San?" Quinn says.

Kurt says, "You know we won't stop until you spill right?"

"Yes, Santana—" Rachel starts but I cut her off.

"Shut it Hobbit."

"Santana, what did we say about name calling," Quinn says

"What? Beth's asleep!"

She's giving me her motherly look and I give up. "Fine," I huff. "Name calling is not nice and should not be used. Especially around one, miss Beth Puckerman."

Kurt looks about to speak again but not before he gives me the up down and asks, "Did you really wear that?" He's giving me that face that shows so much disappointment.

"Porcel—Kurt, it was just to the airport, and there weren't even any paps. Don't judge. Anyways, nothing's got me smitten; I just got some really good shots for the art gallery is all. So you three can stop with the twenty questions."

"You're totally lying." Quinn and Kurt both say.

"And how do you know that?" I retort.

"2 reasons," Rachel says.

Quinn starts, "One, if the pictures were the main reasoning for you being smitten then you would have your camera around your neck right now and looking through it constantly."

"And reason number two," Kurt starts, "if the photographs were THAT amazing, then you would be in the dark room right now."

"I hate you both."

"No you don't," Quinn says in a sing song voice. "So spill it!"

"Alright, alright. Geez. So…there might have been this…girl— "

Mid-sentence, I hear a ding to my apartment going off.

I jump up and run to the door and I hear Rachel say, "Saved by the bell." Opening the door I see Puck holding a six back of beer.

"LOPEZZ! You're back! I miss my lesbro!" He's practically yelling.

"Puck!" Everyone yells.

"Your daughter's asleep, idot. Thanks for the free beer though." I say grabbing the six pack from him.

"So, since you're back, let's hit the club!" Puck suggests.

"Nahh, I'm feeling kind of jetlagged, maybe another night."

Pucks agrees and the five of us just sit around the kitchen island drinking beer and just catching up and I'm actually having a good time.

"Oh, shit. You got laid didn't you?" Puck says.

"What? Where the hell did that come from?" I defend

"First of all, you haven't called Rachel any names yet. Second, you're humming a happy song. Third, you haven't lashed out on anyone…yet. And fourth, you're smiling like a fucking love struck teenager."

"How the hell does all of that add up to me getting laid? I can't just be happy hanging out with my friends?" I retort.

"You're a horrible liar. And yes, you definitely got laid." Puck finishes with a smirk.

"Oh my god. Was it that girl that you were smitten over?" Quinn cuts in.

"Oh god. Guys. Listen very carefully. Especially you, Puck. I. Didn't. Get. Laid."

They're all giving me this look now that says they want to know more.

"…but there was a girl. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. She was just…breathtaking. And we had one of the strangest conversations for five hours on my flight back to New York. It was strange, in a refreshing way though, and I found myself not wanting the plane to land so we could just talk about…everything." I finish.

Is it kind of early to be thinking about someone you've only had a five hour conversation with? Yeah, thought so. But like I said, she was special. I look back at my friends and I see Puck smirking. Quinn, Rachel and Kurt are all giving this face that can only be explained by this: "Awwww!"

"Did you get her number?" They all say at the same time. Definitely weird.

"No…."

"What did you say when you were saying goodbye?"

"I just shook her hand and said, "I'll see you around Brittany S. Pierce" and turned around."

"Dude, you are such a wimp. What happened? Usually, they give you their numbers. You left before giving her your number and you didn't even give her a chance to give her number to you?"

"Okay, what the hell was I suppose to say? "Hey I just met you, like five hours ago, but you're absolutely fucking gorgeous, so call me maybe?" yeah, that would've gotten her to swoon big time!" I say.

"That's kind of genius. Can I use that as a pickup line sometime?" Puck asks, getting distracted.

"Go crazy, Puck." I respond.

"Well it's not too late, you know her full name, so why don't you just look her up on Facebook or something and send her a message?" Kurt says.

"That's a great idea, Kurt! I'll go get my laptop!" Rachel says.

"Guys. No, listen. Let's just leave it okay? If I see her again, that'd be amazing. If I don't, then that just really fucking sucks. But I'll live. It's probably just infatuation." I say. I'm not sure who I'm trying so hard to convince right now, me or my friends.

"But— " Quinn begins

"But nothing, let's just forget it okay?"

They're all looking at each other now, and they nod. Thank you! I give myself a pat on the shoulder for getting off this topic because I'm pretty sure if we kept on talking about Brittany then I would've tried to look her up on Facebook.

"This feels so much like a love story!" Rachel says excitedly.

I roll my eyes. Of course it does Rachel.

Around two hours later, it's around midnight, Rachel and Quinn both go to get Beth and then head out. Puck is next to leave, but he's had a little too much beer so I just call him a cab.

Kurt's about to leave now also and before he does, he says, "Sometimes you got to meet fate halfway."


When I wake up the next morning it's 7:00 and I couldn't go back to sleep. I have get photos for my art gallery ready, but I head out for a morning job around Central Park first.

I stretch first and put in my headphones in, and the first song that blast through is "I Like It Like That" by Hot Chelle Rae.

I think I've been running for half an hour now, and I'm still energized but then a slow song comes on and so I stop and change it and next think I know, I'm on the ground clutching my head. Man, this feels like déjà vu.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I was running and I was paying attention to the ducks and...you were just standing there…oh my god. I'm sorry!"

My eyes are still closed and my hands are on my face so I can't see anything but from judging from the oddly familiar voice I do sense a lot of sincerity.

"It's alright, honestly. I shouldn't have just stopped in the middle of the pathway."

I remove my hand and my eyes fly open. And there she is. Is it possible to get even more gorgeous overnight? Because for Brittany, I think it's possible.

"Santana?!" She says.

My eyes are still open and I blink a couple more times to make sure this is real life because if this was a dream, it'd be really mad if I woke up right now. I pinch myself. Subtlety of course though and I'm pretty sure it's real life right now.

"Brittany S. Pierce?" I question.

"Duh, silly, who else would it be?"

"Britney Spears?" I joke.

I guess she doesn't like the joke because I get a slap on my arm. "Ouch!"

"That's what you say get." Brittany says.

"First time seeing me since…yesterday and you're still not holding back? Something's just never change, do they?" I tease?

"It's hard to change overnight." Brittany defends, she looks really offended.

"I'm totally kidding Brittany, you don't need to change. Not holding back is what makes you, you." I say, trying to get any good response from her.

But then she starts laughing.

"Damn, you totally just got me again didn't you?" I ask.

Brittany's now just giggling and nodding at the same time. She's just too cute.

"What are you doing here?!" Brittany asks.

"Running…what else? Did you not see my sweating my ass off with the headphones in my ear?" I say.

"Well, you could've been doing…Yoga."

"Yoga? Really, Britt? In the middle of the pathway, in Central Park?"

"I thought it was a reasonable assumption." Brittany huffs.

I smile because she's pouting and it's pretty cute. I smile at her and ask, "What are you doing here?"

Now she's really smiling, "I was feeding the ducks! But then the Park officer guy chased me and said that I wasn't allowed to feed those ducks. So I just ran away from him and then I ran into you. Literally." Her smile definitely got bigger.

We walk around the park for another hour or so and I look at my phone and see a lot of missed calls from the set I'm supposed to be at, Kurt and Quinn. "Crap," I mutter to myself. I look up and see blue eyes looking back at me.

"Sorry Brittany, but I have to go."

Should I ask her for her number now? Maybe that pickup line wasn't as bad. Should I use it…definitely not. But it's now or never.

"Before I go, I was wondering if I could get your number so we can hang out or something?"

Brittany's smiling and I'm pretty sure she's going to give me her number, but then she steps closer and kisses my cheek and says, "I'll see you around, Santana." And with that she turns around.

I know I should be pretty upset that she just left me hanging and didn't even give me her phone number, but she just gave me a kiss on the cheek and that definitely outweighs anything in this moment.


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