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Chapter 2
Work was pretty dead.
Well, it's never really that busy during weekdays anyway.
Plus, all she does is serve people popcorn and whatever else they want, anyway, so it's not the most demanding job in the world.
(Oh, yeah.. She works at the movie theater, it's not the best but it still gets her money plus free movies, duh.)
Santana sat on the concession stand where all the snacks were kept, she was so bored of doing nothing, most of the people had already left the theater which meant she had cleaned the counters and swept the floors and now she had nothing to do in the last hour of work.
She pulled her phone out of her pocket and decided to send a text to Rachel.
This place is empty. Hoping I can leave early.
Kicking her heels against the counter, she grinned when she read the reply.
If you do then you better come over! Sam and Mike won't let me play Halo!
Before Junior year none of them had anything to do with Mike since he was a football player, but then he started dating Tina, quit football joined glee and that's how everyone got to know him. – Turns out he's an awesome dancer.
He got a lot of stick for it at the start and got slushied all the time by Azimio and Karofsky who felt betrayed when he quit, but a few months later mostly everyone had accepted it and the slushies weren't daily anymore.
Plus it turned out that Mike is actually a really nice guy, (unlike some of the other football players.)
Lately it was getting harder for Santana to see her friends outside of school because if she didn't have work then she'd have homework to do and all of them seemed to clash at the same time that her friends were hanging out.
Santana pushes her glasses up her nose and was about to reply to Rachel when she sees her manager walking towards her.
She quickly stuffs her phone in her pocket, slides off the counter and pretends to look busy.
"Might as well head home, Santana." Mr. Reed shook his head while looking around the theater.
"Yes!" Santana fist pumps and hops over the counter.
"Thanks Karl," she shouts as she runs to the staff room to grab her bag.
"That's Mr. Reed to you, kid," he joked.
Although Santana didn't hear him as she was already out of the door and heading towards her car.
Getting her phone out of her pocket again, she typed out on my way to Rachel, she was about to press send when something caught her eye.
There, sitting on the sidewalk just outside the movies was Quinn Fabray. She was wearing a navy blue sun dress, with a pair of flats, her hair was down with curls and she was fiddling angrily with her phone.
Santana froze and stared at the blonde, not quite sure she believed what she seeing, after a moment she took a deep breath and walked up to other girl.
Determined to have an actual conversation with Quinn, the brunette straightens her shoulders, and opens her mouth.
"Uh, hey," she stutters. Smooth, Santana.
Quinn's gaze snapped towards her, eyes slightly wide.
"What are you doing here?" the blonde snaps.
"I- I didn't mean to scare you, I saw you sitting here and – oh, I actually work here," the brunette pointed to the theater.
"Oh, well you didn't scare me." Quinn admitted, looking down at her hands briefly.
Starting to feel a bit nervous, she looked around the car park and only saw her car and a few others that belonged to her co-workers, so she turned back to the other girl.
"Are you waiting for someone?" she asked.
Quinn huffs, "Puck was supposed to be meeting me," she looks out towards the car park before continuing, "He asked me out on a date and then stood me up."
Santana frowned, "Why didn't he pick you up?"
"I didn't want my dad to know I was going out with some guy, so I told my parents I was going to Brittany's and walked here," she explained.
Santana nodded in understanding and since Quinn still hadn't made any move to get up or to call anyone, she decided to just go for it.
"Do you want a ride home?" Santana offered, and shuffled her feet when Quinn turned to look at her again.
"No, it's fine, it's not that far so I can walk," the blonde replied.
"Aw, c'mon.. If it's not that far then it's no trouble, and you should definitely not be walking home on your own" she grinned, while adding a soft "Please..."
A smile came to Quinn's face and she bit her lip as she put her phone into her purse and stood up.
"Fine, let's go," she took a step closer to Santana waiting for her to lead the way, but the brunette didn't move.
They were just staring at each other and now that Santana could really look at Quinn's eyes, she could see the hazel mixed with a hint of green and just how really pretty they are.
"Um," Quinn clears her throat and raises an eyebrow, which made Santana snap out of it.
"Oh! Right, my car's just over there," she points over to her car and quickly stuffs her own phone into her bag (– completely forgetting about texting Rachel.)
They make their way over in silence, Santana slightly ahead as she unlocks her car and walks around to the passenger side to open the door for Quinn.
"Oh, my god, I'm pretty sure this makes you a dork," the blonde teases while chuckling.
Santana shrugs and can feel a blush rising to her cheeks, she closes the door once Quinn is in the car and runs around to other side, she hops in and searches for her keys inside her bag – aware that the other girl is watching her.
Once she finds them, she flings her bag into the backseat and starts the car.
They don't speak and the only noise is from radio and from Quinn giving directions, although Santana can tell the other girl has something to say because she keeps taking deep breathes but then lets her shoulders drop and exhales quietly, so the brunette decides to break the silence for her.
"You know.. Puck's an idiot for standing you up," her fists clench around the steering wheel as she speaks.
Quinn hums and looks out the window. "The only reason I agreed was because he wouldn't stop asking me."
"Yeah well, you can do a lot better than him,"
The blonde lets out a small laugh and turns to look at Santana, "You're very sweet."
She can feel her cheeks getting hot again, "Um, you know who I am, right?"
Quinn frowns at her, "Of course I do, Santana, we go to the same school," she deadpanned.
Oh, duh.
"Well.. Yeah, I know, but.. We've never actually spoke." They're getting closer to Quinn's road, but the brunette doesn't want this talk she's actually having with the other girl to stop since she's finding it a lot easier to speak to her.
"Yeah," the blonde sighs, "Listen, I'm sorry about what Puck did to you today.." she went on at Santana's look of confusion. "you know, with the whole slushie thing."
(Oh, shit, - she really wished that Quinn hadn't seen that.)
"Um, it's okay," slightly surprised at the blondes apology. "You shouldn't be the one to apologize, plus he's not the only one that does it."
"I know," the blonde sighs again as she looks back out of the window, "Turn down here, my house is on the left."
As they get closer Santana realises that they actually live not that far apart from each other and can see just how big the girls house is, (it looks about twice as big as the one that just her and her mom live in.)
She stops outside of Quinn's and taps her fingers against the steering wheel as the blonde fiddles with her purse, they sit in an awkward silence for a moment and this time it is Quinn who breaks it.
"So, thanks for the ride," she smiles.
"No problem, I- uh, liked talking to you and stuff.." she trailed off and pushes up her glasses.
"Dork," Quinn chuckled again and was about to get out the car, when she spoke again, "Could you not tell anyone about this.. I just don't want anyone to find out about the whole Puck thing," she admitted.
"Sure," Santana smiled.
Before she knew what was happening, the blonde had leaned over the center console and placed a kiss on Santana's cheek, whispered another quick thanks and hopped out of the car.
Santana sat there dumbfounded, not quite believing what had just happened. She brought a hand up to her cheek which was still tingling and looked over to the house where Quinn had just disappeared into.
"Wow," she whispers, before starting the drive back to hers.
…
She pulls into the driveway and grabs her bag from the backseat, it's getting pretty late now and she hopes her mom has some food waiting for her 'cuz she is starving.
"Mamá, I'm home," she shouts once she's closed the front door behind her.
Her mom part owns a popular bakery where she bake's bread, muffins and other desserts, which means she is always trying new recipes and just generally loves cooking anything.
"I'm in the kitchen, mija," her mother shouts back.
Santana kicks off her shoes and then makes her way to the kitchen.
When she enters her mom looks up from the recipes she's reading, "How was work?"
"Good, although it wasn't exactly busy, plus I'm hungry," she said, while looking around for her dinner.
"Well, I thought you was going over to your friends tonight so I didn't make anything, but don't worry," Maribel stands up and puts her hands on Santana's shoulders guiding her to sit down at the table.
"I can make my little sweet pea something in no time," her mom walks over to the fridge to look for various foods that that she puts on the counter to start preparing.
Santana makes herself comfortable when she suddenly remembers she was supposed to text Rachel back earlier.
Ah well, I'll explain tomorrow, she thinks, as her mom moves around the kitchen.
"So, why aren't you with your friends?" Maribel asks.
"Um, I- uh, I got caught up at work," she replies, but grins down at her hands when she thinks of the real reason.
Maribel turns around from the counter and squints at her daughter, "You just said work wasn't busy, and what's with that smile?"
She looks up and the grin falls off her face as she tries to think of a reason, "Uh, I- I meant –"
"Don't lie to me, mija," Maribel warns, putting her hands on her hips.
Santana gulps, "Okay, but promise not to overreact –"
"Santana,"
"Okay, okay, there was this girl from school and –" she gets cut off as her mom squeals, runs over to her and pulls her in for a hug.
"My little sweet pea's all grown up," she pulls Santana closer to her.
"Mom, what did I just say?"
Maribel finally let's her daughter go and waves her hand dismissively "Oh, hush, now tell me everything.."
Santana rolls her eyes, "Can you at least carry on making me my food.."
Her mom walks back over to the counter as she starts telling her what happened earlier, (- telling her own mother can't hurt, right?-) she explains how she offered Quinn a ride home, and how the blonde called her sweet and apologized for the slushies even though it wasn't her fault that all the guys of the football team are jerks.
(She doesn't mention anything about the kiss on the cheek at the end.)
"She sounds like a very nice girl, mija," Maribel says, as she places a chicken salad sandwich that's filled with lettuce, tomatoes, red onion, cucumber and mayonnaise in front of Santana.
"Yeah, she is," she agrees, before diving into her sandwich.
…
When Santana wakes up the next morning she's tired as fuck, she barely got any sleep since she couldn't stop thinking about the earlier events, wondering if it would change anything and how maybe her and the blonde could be friends somehow.. But, why would Quinn – a popular cheerleader – want anything to do with her, the schools geek.
Ugh, she's only just woke up and she's thinking about it, again.
Santana opens one eye to look at the alarm clock but then shuts it again and rolls onto her back with a groan when she sees that there is only ten minutes until she has to get ready for school.
She goes to reach for her phone to check if she got any messages from last night but then remembers she left it in her bag, which is downstairs.
"God dammit."
…
It ends up being twenty minutes later when Santana finally drags herself out of bed and into the shower. Once she's finished she brushes her teeth, pulls her hair up and then makes her way over to her closet where pulls on a pair of jeans, a Captain America t-shirt and slips on her glasses before making her way downstairs.
The first thing she does is find her phone which is by the front door in her bag, she presses the lock button to make it light up.
4 new messages.
(Well it could have been worse,) she swipes her finger to unlock it and goes to make herself some toast while reading the messages, the first two were from Rachel.
Rachel – Are you coming over?
Rachel – Santana?
Sam – hey, have u finished work?
Tina –Rachel's annoyed at you, txt her back!
She wasn't expecting a text from Tina but that's probably because she had no idea that the girl was with them last night.
Santana sighs and locks her phone again, frowning when she gets to the kitchen and sees her mom rushing around frantically, which is weird since she should have already left for the bakery by now.
Before Santana can say anything though, her mom beats her to it, "I know, I know, I'm running late but I'm leaving now, your breakfast is on the table and I'll see you later."
Maribel squeezes past and is out of the door in no time leaving Santana on her own, she sits down and starts to quickly eat her toast while thinking of what she's going to tell her friends about last night, (- fuck, she's so glad it's Friday.)
…
When she arrives at school she heads straight towards her first period which is history, gives a quick apology to Mr. Gordon for being late and takes her seat next to Sam.
The class is silent as they listen to their teacher talk up front, Santana has her head resting in one of hands and can feel her eyes getting heavier when someone nudges her arm.
She looks to her left to see that Sam is still looking at the front but pushes a note in front her, she checks to make sure Mr. Gordon isn't looking before reading it.
Where was u last nite?
She writes down 'work' and pushes the note back to him.
He rolls his eyes when he reads it but picks his pen to write something back anyway.
Thought u finished early?
She looks to the front of the class again before writing, 'I did but I didn't feel good, so I went home.'
He nods and scribbles 'Got something to tell you later,' back to her.
When she reads it she looks at him confused but he just grins back at her, so she decides that it can't be anything that bad.
…
When Santana asked him after class he told her that she has to wait 'til glee to find out, she rolled her eyes but agreed anyway.
Its lunchtime now and she's making her way to the choir room, she hasn't seen Rachel yet so she'll probably get confronted by her as soon as she steps in.
But when she gets there she see's that the brunette and Sam are talking near the piano so she quickly sits down.
Minutes later Rachel is making her way over to the chairs with crossed arms, "Where were you last night? I had the impression you finished work early and was going to come over."
"Um, yeah I did, but I felt ill so I went home instead," she clears her throat and looks around the choir room because it's a lot harder lying to Rachel since the girl can read her a lot better than Sam can.
Rachel squints at her but seems to accept it as she takes a seat to Santana's right, she lets out a breathe that she didn't realise she was holding when she realises that she's got away with keeping the whole Quinn thing a secret.
"Fine, but could you at least tell Sam that we are not going," the small brunette huffed in irritation.
At the mention of his name Sam sat on the other side of Santana.
"I haven't told her yet but I know she'll love it," he grinned.
"Love what?"
"Mike is having a superhero theme house party this weekend and the whole of senior year is invited," he said, voice filled with excitement.
"That does sound pretty awesome," Santana agreed, "Why don't you wanna go?" she directs the question at Rachel but Sam cuts her off.
"She thinks it's a 'bad idea' since we never to go any of his other parties," he mocks.
That's true, they never really fit in with the rest of the seniors so they always opt out of any parties that Mike has (- those are the only ones they actually get invited too,) but a themed party could be kinda fun.
Rachel glares at her boyfriend, "It's not exactly our thing."
Santana can see that he's about to say something back so she interjects before the two can start arguing, "Yeah, but it's superhero themed so it's definitely our thing and don't worry, me and Sam will look after you," she teases and slings her arm around the girl in reassurance before high fiving an ecstatic Sam as they wait for Mr. Schue to start glee.