a/n thank to all that viewed, read, alerted and followed. I'm amazed. I have most of this written out already, it's just a matter of tweaking a few things. Plus, I'm not sure where I want it to go later on, but I know how I want it to end. This story is mostly fluff and their story together. Some of the Glee characters make appearances, but none of them are major characters, just seem to be there. If you have any ideas or suggestions, PM me or review. I take almost anything into consideration.

Disclaimer - Again, I own nothing Glee, or for much of anything else for that matter. Just a big orange n white cat named Lucky!

2

Santana POV

We walked, or should I say sprinted next door together. I opened the door and let her in ahead of me. She glanced over her shoulder and gave me a smile that made my heart melt. We were seated in a booth that looked just outside the windows onto the nearly empty street and the evermore darkening sky.
"I think this storm is starting to pick up more." I said to Brittany. I loved the way her name flowed off the end of my tongue. Brittany, Brittany, Brittany. I think I could say it forever.
"I hate thunderstorms." she practically whispered to me. She looked almost scared.
Almost as soon as she had said that, I loud flash followed by a huge roll and clap of thunder exploded all around us. Brittany practically jumped with a small whimper into my arms and buried her head into my shoulder as the lights started to flicker, but eventually stayed on.
"You okay?" I asked. She only nodded her head towards me.
"Hey, I hate thunderstorms too. I can't stand being cooped up all alone in my house when one of these things passes over us." Oops, too much divulged information, as I noticed her eyebrows start to furrow.
"You live alone?" she asked incredulously, slowly gaining her composure back.
"Uh, yeah. Guilty. Totally single and unattached." Okay, so maybe that was too much information. But for some reason, I wanted to tell her everything. Well, in time everything. Some things are just to painful to remember let alone talk about.
"Hmmpf. I wasn't prying, but good to know." she stated as she looked away slightly.
"Now I'm curious…why good to know?" I asked.
"Well, when I saw you standing out in the rain, I thought you looked hot, then I noticed you were kind of staring, but at the same time you were getting soaked to the skin, so I felt I had to come out and at least say something. And now that I have, I guess I want to know more about you. Is that okay?" she said shyly looking down at her food.
"Yeah! I mean Yes! Perfectly okay!" I nearly shouted.
"Soooo, Mike, is he like your boyfriend or something else?" I ventured.
"Oh God no! He's just my best friend. He's married and has 2 children. His wife's name is Tina. We all went to school together. We've just stayed super close all of our lives since High School and then we decided to do this together. So, nope. No boyfriend or something else. Totally single."
"I can't imagine somebody as beautiful as you to be single, not spoken for or not married even. So why has no guy snagged you up already. Pardon my forwardness." I tried to act as cool as I could, but I think I was starting to fall apart with the single phrase. I guess my subconscious was speaking by that time, because I could have sworn I just asked if she was gay.
"Well, that's because no guy can snag me up." She laughed.
"Okay, now I'm intrigued."
"Well, I hope it doesn't offend you, because I know some people are so totally against Unicorns and Bi-corns and all that, but they really shouldn't be, because, you know, we are all just people too!" She rambled on adorably.
"Unicorns? Bi-Corns? What are they?" I asked stumped.
"Oh, sorry. Uhmmm, I'm gay. Have been my entire life." she said as she looked down at her meal and started to push food around with her fork.
"Why are you looking away and ashamed? There is nothing wrong with being gay." I tried to make her feel more comfortable with me before I bombarded her with my information.
"Well, I know you asked if I was with a guy and I'm not. That's because I'm gay and a lot of people are scared off or disgusted. Sooo…."
"Hey!" I interrupted her, "There is nothing wrong what so ever with being gay. Hell, I'm gay. It took me a long time to come to terms with it because of my family, but now, I'm out and proud and have been for years!" I smiled back to her as I slightly cupped my hand over hers trying to reassure her my sincerity.
As I did that, we both looked at our hands, then back to each other. Wow! I could almost feel the intensity as we were entranced with the others eyes. Blue eyes looking into my chocolate brown eyes. Intense. Damn! What the hell was going on here.
"Uhm, well…yeah." "I hope I didn't just scare you away." I said softly.
"No, actually, I think I'm even more intrigued. It kind of makes me happy that I decided to ask you to come inside and then over here for coffee and food. Well, actually coffee, but the meal is an added bonus. Just means I can talk to you longer and find out more about you. Is that too forward? I tend to get that way sometimes, I'm sorry if it bothers you." she started to chuckle, obviously realizing her habit to rambling had taken over again.
"No it doesn't bother me. I am actually surprised, but happy you decided to ask me in. I'm sure I looked like a total creeper staring into your studio window like I was." I laughed.
"You looked cute. Almost like a lost puppy." she giggled. God, that giggle.
"A puppy?"
"Well, yeah. Cute and doe eyed, cuddly. Stuff like that." she smiled.

We sat there for about an hour finding out a few things about each other. Both 25, both Graduates of a New York university. Both trying to find our professional fame and fortune. She loves ducks, rainbows and obviously unicorns. Danced in a few professional plays and a few concert tours with some pretty big names, Beyonce' being one of them. Now she just teaches and loves it. She says it brings her more joy than touring ever did. I found out she has 2 older sisters and a mother. Her father passed away a few years ago. When that part of the conversation came around, I could see her starting to get teary eyed and sad. Brittany told me that she was very close with her family, especially her father and that losing him was a devastating loss in her life.

I still hadn't told her exactly what I did, but I am kind of shocked she didn't recognize me or even heard of me. I mean, I am working on my second album and I have modeled for Victoria's Secret. That's okay though, it's kind of nice just being normal, little ole me. Just Santana Lopez, 25 yr old Latina. I'm liking this feeling, a feeling a beautiful blonde is giving me.

Flash! Boooooommmmm! And the lights flickered and went out, for good this time.

Just as the thunder clapped louder than any other time already, Brittany squeezed my hand rather tightly. So, I offered my hand back to her and told her that everything was going to be alright.

I heard a small whimper just as I was about to let go of her hand. I got up slowly and felt my way around the table. I nudged her just a bit for her to move over and I sat down next to her.
"Are you okay?"
"I am now. Thanks. I just really, really, really hate thunderstorms. So many bad things happen during thunderstorms." she said cryptically.
Just then I got a terrible feeling in my gut. Something happened to her during a thunderstorm. Something bad. Something so bad that makes this beautiful, cheery, sweet, innocent creature sad. That was just one of the things I, Santana fucking Lopez was not going to ever let happen if I had any say.
"Brittany….Britt. Hey, I won't let anything happen to you, okay?" I looked around and noticed that there were only about 6 people in the small Café and the staff. Good. The less people around the better.
"Why don't we order a dessert that's already made and get the rest of our stuff to go and get back to the studio. Would you feel safer over there?" I asked, hoping she would take me up on my offer.
"Y-Yes. I think I would." she mumbled.

I got the waitress's attention, got our dessert and our unfinished meals packaged to go. Since the power was out, the girl couldn't give us an exact on our bill, so I just handed her 2 20's and left. I figured she had more than earned the tip I was leaving her. I grabbed our bags, Britt's hand and headed for the door. We made it back to the studio, only getting slightly wet this time. Thank God for that.

We walked inside and headed back to her office/lounge. I was never so thankful for emergency generators before in my life. I sat Brittany down on the couch and sat next to her. I pulled her in to me not caring that I had just met this woman not more than 3 hours ago. I just wanted to make her feel safe. The only way I knew how to do that was to hold her and comfort her. Having her in my arms felt comfortable, safe and right. I knew at this moment that I needed to protect her and to get to know her. The connection was made, now it was up to me to hopefully keep and make it permanent.

I've never believed in love at first site, but now, I'm starting to. Stranger things can and have happened. For the first time in my life, I want to do things right by this incredible woman, a near stranger. But, hopefully, not for very much longer.