A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! Replying to one because it mentioned something. So howaboutno (love the name btw): I've always maintained that Britt speaks better than Santana (even if what comes out is way out there) so I figured given the time to think, she probably writes really well. When it comes to real time interacting though, she won't be as polished.
July 10th, 2010
"Mmmm" Santana was woken up by the vibration of her phone under her pillow. She grabbed it regretting this decision immediately as the brightness of the device sent a quick pain through her unaccustomed eyes.
"Ugh!" Letting out another groan, she tapped the green answer button on the bottom of the screen.
"What?" She answered irritated.
"Why hello to you too. Is that any way to answer your best friend?"
"Mmhm..." She said, clearly dozing off.
"SANTANA LOPEZ!" Quinn yelled causing Santana to shoot up and off of her bed onto the floor.
"Jesus christ woman what do you want? Do you know what fucking time it is? I just fucking fell out of the bed 'cause of you. Are you happy? God!"
"Ok, first, do NOT use the Lords name in vain. Second, yes I am aware of the time and third, of course I'm happy."
"I wanna smack that shit eating grin right off your face Quinn Fabray!"
"What gri-"
"-don't even try." Santana cut her off before she could deny it.
"Yeah yeah. Anyway! I guess I'll let you go back to sleep?" lowering her voice she adds "Even if it is 12:15 in the afternoon."
"Yo, whatever! But nah, I'm up now." She resigns.
"Yay!" Quinn replied with way too much enthusiasm.
"Tone it down Q. You're giving me a headache." That wasn't true, but still.
Rolling her eyes, Santana got up from the floor and returned to the bed with her laptop in tow. She checked her social networks before settling on her guilty pleasure. There was nothing waiting in her inbox. Sighing loudly, she returned to her conversation with Quinn.
"Sure I am." Quinn teased. "So, what did you do last night after Coach tried to kill us?"
Santana's mind went back to the previous night and the messages she exchanged with her online acquaintance. "Absolutely nothing! Pftt I could barely move let alone actually do something!" Not exactly a lie she thought. "You?"
"Same..."
"You don't sound too sure about that..." Santana said probing further for the truth behind her friends silence.
"Well...Ra..Rachel was over. Turns out her dads and my mom are kinda close. I came home and there they were...in my living room...playing scrabble. Scrabble of all the fucking games in the world, and I got roped in. It was all right though I guess."
"Yeah I'm sure it was more than all rght!"
"Ugh. Whatever San! I'm leaving!"
"YESS!"
"Tone it down S. You're giving me a headache." Quinn said mockingly. "But damn...it's like that huh? All you had to do was say you didn't wanna talk to me anymore."
"Hardy har Q, and stop being so dramatic. Something just...came up."
"Ooo..what?"
"Nothing." She replied as she hurriedly clicked on the new message. "Hey Q? Can I call you back later? I'm gonna go brush and eat and stuff..."
"Uhh..ok?"
While trying to contain her excitement, Santana cautiously bid her friend a farewell before hanging up.
Returning her attention to her laptop, she began reading the message.
danceefreak (12:34pm) wrote:
Hi there :) I'm so sorry about last night. I just realized how late it was considering I had to get up at six this morning. Ugh! Anyway, I hope your night and your day so far found you well.
Ps, 1234...make a wish :)
Pps, no I didn't wait to send this at EXACTLY 12:34...
It was a short, nonchalant message, yet Santana seemed to be completely engrossed in it. She had broken out into a full out grin upon reading the last two sentences, and it stuck with her throughout typing up her response.
cheeriox21 (12:40pm) wrote:
hey! it's no problem at all. hope ur dance class went well btw :) what type do you do? I always wanted to get into it but there's like no time with cheerleading. one of the many sacrifices of being D1...make sure you're ready for all that yeah? speaking of which, you mentioned being scouted? that's completely amazing! Congrats :) u'll have to keep me posted on that...u know like if you decide to and whatnot.
OMG! thanks for the 1234 heads up! that was so flipping cute...especially since you waited to send it =P hahaha. soo...what'd ya wish for?
Santana hit send and patiently...or not so patiently waited for a response.
10 minutes later: still no response. Sighing she got up and decided to actually get to what she informed Quinn she was going to do.
30 minutes later
After countless breaks during her activities that found her refreshing the browser, she was beginning to lose hope. With an almost visible frown, she promised herself that this was the last time she would refresh the page. Hitting the "command" and "r" keys, the page reloaded and a toothy grin spread across the girl's features. She finally had a response.
danceefreak (1:12pm) wrote:
Dance was amazing, thanks. I always complain even though I have the best time ever lol. I do hip hop and contemporary. I'm dreading giving them up, but cheerleading full time will be fun cause it'd be rewarding too. Or at least that's what I tell myself.
Thanks for the congrats! you're too kind :) I actually spoke with the coach earlier! She wanted me to go join them for their summer workouts, but I can't! :( too short notice and the parentals won't be able to get off of work. If anything, I'm gonna head out there for a short visit next month or something. I shall let you know of any new developments though :)
Oh and I so didn't wait to send that last message! Ok, maybe I did lol. Glad you caught it btw. Can't tell you what I wished for though =P but nice try!
cheeriox21 (1:19pm) wrote:
glad to hear u enjoyed dance. hip hop is so hot, and contemporary is simply beautiful. i love watching those two on so you think you can dance. do you watch that? probably right? lol. way to keep focusing on the positives when it comes to possibly giving the two up btw.
it sucks that you can't go workout with the squad! that'd be the perfect in. i'm sure your "mad skillz" will get you a spot though. boo to u not sharing your wish though! i was so gonna tell you mine too...;) OH WELL! hehehe
Santana couldn't stop smiling. Even after she sent the reply, she was still doing so. She hoped the wait wasn't going to be as torturous this time. With that thought, she opened another message box and quickly typed a short message for the previous intender.
cheeriox21 (1:22pm) wrote:
oh! this is completely random but i've been meaning to mention this. i wanted to give you my aim sn for if you ever wanted to talk outside of this place in "real time". so you can hit me up whenever. i'm pretty much alwayssss on lol. like it's a running joke with my friends. anyway, feel free to ignore this if you don't feel comfortable with it or whatever. uh, yeah. thats all.
sn: canttouchthis21
Santana groaned as she hit send. On one hand, she really did want to talk to this "B", but on the other she hated breaking her rule of not giving out too much information.
"Whatever." She was done chastising herself. The ball was no longer in her court. B had total control now so she let it go.
Glancing at the clock the numbers 1:38 stared at her. She had been waiting around hoping that B would get back to her about her latest inquiry. A slight panic set in as the clock struck 2. Then it became 2:30. She occupied her time by visiting other sites, speaking with Quinn or some random cheerio through facebook, and listening to music. By the time 3pm rolled around, she had just about given up figuring she scared the girl away. She exited her tabs, stopped her playlist and closed the lid of her computer. Needing to get away and take her mind off of the possibility of having scared the other girl, she grabbed her phone and called her best friend.
"Hey bitch! I'm in need of a mall run right now. Meet me there in 30?"
"I can't. I'm with Berry right now." She chanced a glance at the aforementioned, only to be met with an apologetic stare. Feeling bad, Quinn did the only thing that came to mind to fix it.
"You know what? We'll meet you there in 30." She looked back at her visitor again. Rachel was violently shaking her head side to side in refusal.
"Ugh Quinn...Berry is the last person I need to see right now. I wanna relax and blow off some steam. That girl keeps me on edge man! It's all the talking. I swear..."
"I don't care San. Both or nothing..." She retorted firmly.
"Fine..but she's your responsibility. Emphasis on the 'your'. I also can't be held accountable for making her cry or something." Santana half joked.
"You'll be fine San. See you in 30!" Quinn hung up before she could get another word in.
Opting to text her friend what she didn't want to say in front of the shorter brunette, Quinn began typing.
Quinn: She's actually not that bad if you give her a chance.
Santana: Lmao yeah right! Maybe you should stay in today Fabray. I certainly don't wanna catch whatever you have that's making you delusional.
Quinn: Ha ha...funny. Whatever though. Just promise me you'll be nice? At least a little bit?
She got no reply after that text. She looked at Rachel whom she had forgotten was standing there and sent a lopsided smile her direction.
"Umm, we're meeting Santana at the mall in a little bit. Sorry I didn't ask you first?" She maintained eye contact waiting for the brunette to say something.
"You know Quinn, as much as I'd quite enjoy a day out right now, especially with our parents in the next room carrying on in such a strange manner, I feel as though I'm not really welcome to join the both of you. Feel free to go partake in this outing without me. I'll be more than content staying here."
Studying her features as she spoke, Quinn noticed how vulnerable and truly innocent Rachel looked. It was almost endearing. The girl had always been headstrong and confident, never faltering at the words or actions of others, yet here she was doing so. It was in that moment Quinn saw the actual person behind the facade Rachel Berry put forward. It was also in that moment she decided to somewhat take it easy on the younger girl. Realizing she'd been staring and hadn't responded, she quickly fumbled out a few words.
"Don't be silly. Go grab your things." Offering a smile, she continued. "I'll go inform our parents, and I use that term loosely, of where we're heading." She heard Rachel giggle and agree with a quiet "ok". Feeling accomplished, Quinn set out to tell their parents. Five minutes later, they were on the road in Quinn's Toyota Camry.
Santana glanced at her phone. The time read 3:25. She headed down the stairs two at a time and made a left heading to the kitchen. There, she found her mom sitting at the island eating a salad while on her iPad.
"Hey mom? I'm heading to the mall for a little to meet up with Quinn. I'll be back a little later."
"Ok mija, I'll see you later." She walked forward and gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead.
"Ma! Come on..now I smell like salad dressing!" Feigning disgust, she pretended to brush herself off.
"You do not! There wasn't any on there." She stuck her tongue out knowing she had won that round.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. I gotta run though. Love ya!" She grabbed the keys to her car and headed for the door ignoring her mothers words to grab an apple or something for the ride. She mentally did a double check of the things she needed as she approached her baby, a silver 2004 Mustang aptly (and secretly) named Silver Surfer. Yeah, she was a dork but no one needed to know that. She got to the mall in record time and spotted Quinn and unfortunately, Rachel waiting by the formers car. The trio entered the mall for what was sure to be an interesting couple of hours.
A few hours and a dozen stores later, Santana was pulling into her driveway. She was a little relieved that the trip had gone much smoother than expected. She grabbed her bags, made her way inside and up to her room. As she dropped the bags, her phone started going off.
"Hey Q, you made it home?" She asked with genuine concern. It's been a thing of hers to request her friends inform her upon arriving home unscathed.
"Yup! We just got here and the rents are all sprawled out in the living room. Guess they had one too many drinks and or the movie was that boring." She let out a light chuckle as she scanned the room once more, eyes landing on a recovering brunette.
"Rachel looks terrified! She thought they'd been murdered or something in our absence. She made me check their pulses!" Bringing her eyes back to the other girl, she saw her cheeks flush a light pink.
"It was an honest mistake Quinn! They were just laying there! What was I supposed to assume?" Rachel was trying to defend herself.
"That they were sleeping? Like a normal person? Seriously..do you know where we live? Nothing that exciting would ever happen here." Rolling her eyes she quietly began walking towards the staircase with Rachel in tow. They made it Quinn's room shortly after.
"Exciting? There is nothing remotely exciting about the thought of a mass murder, Quinn. Unless of course you're some sort of sociopath!" Rachel's eyes bulged out a bit upon that thought, and she quietly began planning her escape route.
"Relax Berry, I'm not that crazy!" She watched as the girl visible calmed. "Besides, you wouldn't be on my list" With that she winked at the girl and turned to sit on her bed facing Rachel. She was shaken from her transfixed position by Santana yelling in her ear that she was still on the phone.
"Holy shit! Sorry San." It was her turn to blush. "Why didn't you hang up?"
"And miss the little flirt fest you're putting on over there? NOPE!" She was clearly amused.
"I hate you."
"I love you too! Anyway, I'm gonna get going. I'll see you later. Enjoy your lover until then!" She ended the call knowing that she had just ticked off her best friend. She got a text not too long after hanging up.
Quinn: Fuck U Lopez!
Yup, she had done just that. Quinn was pissed.
Santana: No thanks! I'll leave Berry to that ;)
Quinn: You're impossible, you know that?
Santana: Heck yeah! That's why u love me :)
Quinn: Sure...keep telling yourself that.
Santana: Only because u believe it =P go be a host tho. I'll see u in a few hrs. Love ya loser!
Santana threw her phone on her bed and followed by herself. The shopping trip had been just what she needed. Her mind was cleared and she stopped fussing over not hearing back from B. Kind of that is.
She reached for her computer and went straight to check her messages. She almost squealed when she saw that the girl had written back. She opened it up and her eyes began scanning the lines.
danceefreak (6:58pm) wrote:
Ugh! So completely sorry about earlier (again)..I had to run out to take care of something. I guess I'll try to catch you on aim at some point? =) Btw, you didn't have to be all shy about it! Of course I wouldn't mind silly! Anyway, hope you're having a good day over there. Ttyl!
Santana looked at the time the message was sent and realized it was about 10 minutes ago. Thinking the girl would still be online, she hurriedly clicked on the aim icon only to see that she was already signed on thanks to the auto-sign on feature. All she had to do now was wait and hope that she got an IM from the right person. Not even a minute later, she did.
danceefreak: i can't touch you huh?
danceefreak: cute..almost as cute as you being scared about this whole aim thing...
A/N #2: So this chapter was my baby! It's about twice as long as the first and I just had so much fun writing it. I was kinda scared of writing dialogues and such, but I like how it turned out! Note about the length of these things...I never really know how long I'm gonna keep going for. It also kind of depends on the ending of each chapter that I have planned out. I know that detail before I write each one. Anyway! Thanks again for reading :)