It was 7AM and only the sole footsteps of one person echoed through the halls of McKinley High. Her high-waisted green skirt swayed with her hips and her tucked in white collared lace button up hugged her chest and waist as her fingers ran across the cold lockers of the hallways. She was pale, skinny, blonde, and curious. Her name was Quinn. She was the only one (besides the teachers prepping for first period) roaming the school halls... Or so she thought.
Lost in her thoughts and her senses adjusting the the atmosphere of the foreign school, the short-haired blonde clumsily bumped into someone by accident and shortly after felt a push from rough hands, "Hey watch where you're going!" an angry, slightly shorter tan girl scoffed at her.
The pale girl rolled her eyes as she observed the tanner girl quickly, suited up in a cheerleader uniform, white clean tennis shoes and the high neatly brushed ponytail. She knew girls like this from her last school. The so-called "Queen Bitch" of the school. She was one of them. "Please," the blonde retorted, "You're not even worth looking at, let alone watch out for."
The tan girl's mouth hung open in shock that anyone would even dare to talk to her this way. She cocked an eyebrow and pursed her lips in her Latina rage, "Oh, you must be new. I come from Lima Heights Adjacent, where they-"
"Do drive-by's every morning, jump people for shoes on the daily, have the highest crime rate in all of Ohio, and you'll probably pile on to that crime rate by trying to kill me with your bare hands, correct?" Quinn interrupted the brunette.
"No me jodas!" the Spanish rolled off the Latina's tongue naturally as her eyes bulged out and she instantly dived at the blonde pale girl.
Quinn simply moved to the side calmly and swiftly as the brunette slammed into the lockers instead of what she was aiming for. The blonde pinned the raging brunette's wrists to the lockers and held her own body firmly against the other girl's. It was rough, but... sensual at the same time. The brunette looked at her in shock, confusion, anger and what the blonde could have sworn was slight lust. "Look here," the blonde hissed, "I'm not looking for trouble," her green-hazel eyes were intensely staring deep into the brunette's dark brown eyes. Quinn felt the brunette's tension loosening up. Quinn decided to slowly let go of the girl's wrists and created a little space between them. She walked backwards suggestively, still holding this mesmerizing gaze between them. Quinn could sense something in this girl... A type of curiosity she's seen before... The type of curiosity Quinn knew all too well herself. She smirked, knowing she had some power over this so-called Queen B... "Don't fuck with me, and I won't fuck with you..." she said in a calm, soft voice. She turned on her heel and could feel girl's gaze burning the back of her head, "...unless you want me to." And with that Quinn walked away in her high-knee black leather boots, swaying her hips back and fourth, allowing her green skirt to travel with her, knowing that the brunette was still looking at her with that same confused, angered, shocked, but slightly lustful look.
"Santana."
Santana could hear a faint call of her name, attempt to interrupt her thoughts "Who was that girl..." she desperately thought to herself.
"Santana..." It was starting to get stronger.
"Why the hell didn't I do anything about her smart remarks?!" Santana's brow wrinkled deeper into her forehead with frustration and confusion all over again.
"SAN-TA-NA," the voice finally broke Santana's contemplation.
Santana blinked hard out of her reverie, "What?!" she sneered.
"What's wrong with you?" Brittany asked with deep concern. "First, I woke up with you missing. No note, no text or call. Now you're not even talking to me and lunch is almost over. You seem to be angry about something... Did I do something wrong?"
"What? No! Never. I mean, no," Santana was stumbling over her words. She didn't know if it was Brittany making her lips fumble or if the other blonde was still haunting her mind. Santana took a deep sigh, "There was some bitch this morning that just threw me off, that's all," Santana gave in to what she was holding in her head. Brittany was the only person who could ever really do that.
"What, who?" Brittany asked protectively.
"I don't know. I thinks she's some new girl. I haven't seen her since," Santana replied in annoyance.
"You know," Brittany added, "this wouldn't have happened if you just stayed in bed with me and could have started your day great because Lord Tubbington was sitting on my face this morning and it would've made you laugh your socks off."
Santana giggled with a screwy look on her face, trying to picture that ridiculous scene, "You always know what to say Britt."
"I didn't say that to just make you feel better. It actually happened." Brittany smiled, "Why did you leave so early anyway?"
Santana gulped with her all of a sudden dry throat, as she scrambled for a legitimate reason, "Um, I just wanted to go for a run. Don't be mad at me. Sorry I didn't text or anything."
Brittany laid her head on Santana's shoulder, "I could never be mad at you."
Santana's back tensed up, and all of her joints got weak. Those words and Brittany's head on her shoulder made her heart drop down to her stomach and thump in its place.
"Is this your girlfriend?" an all-too familiar voice came scratching at Santana's ear. Her heart pulsated even lower than her stomach. She looked across to the other lunch bench, and it was the short-haired pale girl straddling the lunch bench. Santana felt an unexpected throbbing warmth between her legs. There were those green-hazel eyes again.
"Damn those eyes."