It was Thursday and Santana had spent the whole week pondering on a certain blonde. She had kept dissecting every single detail of their conversation, every smile and every look. The blonde's features haunted her dreams and her days.

After few nights of torturing herself mentally, she had finally admitted she had a big crush on a stranger - a random girl who was a complete mystery. She first thought that all these things happening in her heart were illusions, wry reaction from her inner self to put an end to her loveless existence. Santana of course had enjoyed some romance in the past. Possessing such beauty, this powerful woman had a talent to make people crazy about her. However, even if hookups enlightened her routine for a few hours sometimes with women as luxurious as she was, she had never found someone crazy or suicidal enough to bear her personality everyday; especially when she came back home after a terrible day at work and her horrific mood destroyed everything around her. Santana was well aware that she might be a little too overwhelming sometimes and she always tried to do better, but in the meantime, she looked for women who were strong enough to yell back at her. But no one seemed to fit in this delicate seat. Lately, Santana had been feeling like she was doomed to be alone until the end of time. That's why any tiny opportunity was good enough to be enjoyed. Her soul-mate was probably hiding somewhere, anywhere.

Quinn kept telling her she should lower her standards. After all, Quinn knew her friend well. She knew Santana kept herself away from many love interests, justifying this with inane reasons such as : not rich enough, not pretty enough, not wise enough... She was sure, so deeply convinced ,that Santana kept herself from living as she was too scared someone might actually shatter her perfect, neat, well-organized and clocked life. Santana was holding onto lame pretexts, restricting herself in an emotionless life for already way too long.

Santana was on the phone with her, sighing. On her lap the art house program was fully open with its schedule for the days to come staring back at her.

"I swear, there's nothing to watch at this damn theatre. Not a single movie that I might actually like..." She groaned audibly.

"It doesn't matter. You're going to see her, not the movie, remember!" Quinn chirped, trying to motivate her into taking action for once.

"Yeah I know, but if I have to spend $20 it could at least be worth it."

"Santana, you're trying to find yourself a reason not to go again. Pick one, go there, leave early, take her out for a drink."

"It sounds simple when you say it," she said somewhat bitterly. The goal seemed impossible to reach in Santana's opinion.

"Just go okay, give it a shot..."

"But seriously Q, this plan is freaking nuts! First of all, she'd think I'm the biggest chicken ever. Then, that I must be some sort of psycho-"

"When was the last time you actually liked someone?"

"That Velma girl I believe, like 3 months ago? 4 maybe, I can't remember..."

"Santana, I mean someone you really liked. Not someone that's good at going down on you to relieve the pressure. You know what I mean."

"Yeah but she was really good, though... I should call her back, she liked me!"

"Santana! God, you're so infuriating sometimes... When was the last time you actually dreamed about a girl? That you fancied diners in the candlelight? Walks in the rain..."

"Oh shut it Fabray," Santana growled, suddenly very aware of the absolute emptiness she always felt in her heart. "People don't do that."

"People in love do that," Quinn pointed out plainly and softly.

"I'm not in love. How can you be in love with a girl you basically don't know anything about?"

"It's called love at first sight, darling."

"Pfff... Bullshit-"

"Anyway! Pick like... I don't know... the third movie on the schedule, end of the story! For your own bitter heart's sake, you're going."

Santana looked for the movie in question on the paper. The block letterings jumped out from the page - dangerous and foreboding. They promised a marvelous tale. A marvelous that would leave her… asleep.

"Our Winter of Love?" Santana roared in mirth. "No way! No fucking way!"

"It's a sign! Fate has laid a hand! I wouldn't have picked the only romance comedy of the week if the game wasn't worth the candle!"


"Next!" The girl selling the tickets yelled.

"Hello..." Santana shyly greeted.

" Hey! I remember you!" The blonde's eyes widened as she let out a surprised chuckle.

"You... You do?" Santana cleared her throat, mentally cursing herself for letting her awkwardness show.

"Yeah, the freaked-out girl!" The blonde peeked at the long queue behind Santana. They couldn't really talk, many people were waiting and it was already running late.

"Nice first impression Santana, nice." The brunette swore mentally. "The one and only!" She joked, trying to erase the feeling of rapidly overwhelming embarrassment due to travel to her cheeks.

"What movie today?"

"Our Winter of Love?" She made a face that did not go unnoticed by the ticket girl who raised a rather sceptical eyebrow in response.

"Oh really?" The blonde kind of mocked. Considering the face the brunette was pulling it was obvious she wasn't really convinced by her own choice.

"Yup..." Santana's cheeks reddened acutely and she felt a hot flush down her neck.

"You know what... Do you trust me? My movie taste, I mean?" Santana was immediately intrigued by this. The blonde cracked an irresistible smile.

"I guess I do..."

"Go watch this movie." The ticket girl printed a ticket. "It's on me so if you don't like it, it won't be a huge loss," she said with a wink.

"Oh no, no, I'll pay for my ticket!" Santana tried to put a bill on the counter but the blonde grabbed her hand, trapping her from making any more movements.

"I dare you to go watch it. And then come back to tell me your impression on it. Please do," she said, pushing the bill back in Santana's fist, and put the ticket on the counter with her other hand. Santana locked her eyes on the delicate fingers keeping her fist closed, holding her breath. Her heart was beating so loud she passionately believed that the blonde could probably hear it. When she looked up, the girl smiled so widely and so charmingly it convinced Santana not to negotiate further.

"Hurry up!" Someone yelled behind her. The blonde let go of her hand.

"Have a good screening, Miss..." She faked seriousness for a moment, cocking her head. "I guess you're not a 'Mrs'." She looked back down at her computer, urging the brunette to go after that last unfairly teasing comment. Santana shyly grabbed her ticket despite her fingers feeling all numb. She hesitated a second before going, her breath caught in her throat, unable to utter a single word.

"Can you hurry up please!" Someone called again.

Santana looked at the ticket girl one last time, a Machiavellian smile cutting her pretty face in two. Santana puffed. It was clear now this blonde girl was definitely one of a kind. She left dazed.

The room she entered was dark and only few people were sitting. She discreetly took a seat right in the middle row, put her coat and her bag on the seat close to her, and sat, altogether rather dumbfounded. She stared at her hand and noticed that her fingers were shyly trembling. She closed her fist in a hurry and crossed her legs and arms. She made certain to get the full control over her own body back while she waited for the movie to start.


After the blonde had finished selling the tickets and after all screenings had finally started, it was time to leave for her second job. She was working as a waiter in a club a few nights a week. She exited the booth, and as tradition dictated, took a deep breath and stretched her legs before heading inside to get her stuff and actually leave. As she made her way she couldn't help thinking about the nameless brunette.

To be honest, she had thought about her all week. She had mentally debated whether the brunette had felt the same attraction that coursed through her own body. She had replayed every word in her head, every smile and had tried tirelessly to make them work together so she'd be sure about what the brunette's true intentions were. However, without any name, phone number or address - not even what kind of job she did, it was really rather pointless to look for her. The blonde thought she had lost her only chance to see the mystery brunette again by not introducing herself out of shyness nor asking the brunette to. She had felt a twinge of sadness but had reconciled this with the notion that she'd get over it with time.

When she had seen the brunette queueing to get a ticket earlier, her heart had beaten wildly. She only had four people to serve before her. In other words, she had five minutes to make up with what she was going to say. But, and this was exceedingly rare, she had met emptiness. She had nothing wise or perfect enough to say to seduce the other woman. And, as the last people left and the brunette had came forward, her instincts took over her. She couldn't help it and had played, true to her natural playful nature. She knew she would have been gone by the time the brunette's movie finished. She knew the girl would find an empty booth and would probably would be extremely disappointed in her. However, she had figured she'd probably be even more intrigued, out the fact she had already came back once after all, and she'd come back a second time if the blonde herself clearly asked her to visit once more. She had trusted her instincts and believed the brunette would. It was a risky strategy, but anyway, if the brunette couldn't put up with her crazy weird way of existing, then it wasn't someone for her and it wouldn't have been a huge loss.

She went in the theatre office room where she had left her stuff, put her coat on, grabbed her bag and rushed out in a flash. As she walked through the corridors and closed doors hiding movies being showed, she felt herself slowing down as she neared the room where her beloved stranger hid. She looked at her watch; she was few minutes early. She decided to take the plunge and go in.

Careful not to make any noise, she pushed the doors as quietly as a ghost would and scanned through the people in the room. Luckily, only a few dozens were there, all absorbed by the movie, so she could calmly look for her stranger. Right in the middle of the room she caught sight of a long mass of dark hair flowing down the seat's back. The blonde figured she could get closer to her -watch her better- and stepped down the stairs as quietly as possible. She was a very adventurous person nature anyway, and proved this by taking the seat in the row right behind the brunette, close enough to actually see the emotions inspired by the movie come and go on her face. The blonde only had eyes for her. She gazed in wonder at the way small dimples appeared whenever her stranger was smiling, the way her eyes wrinkled whenever she felt sad, the way the movie's lights colored her tanned skin.

Yes, the brunette resembled what love could look like, in her dreams. Tenderness was appearing on her features as she kept being moved by the movie. It contrasted deeply with the first impression she had given off, an abrupt yet intriguing women. The blonde had a sixth sense for emotions, and she guessed the brunette was one of those people hiding their inner selves behind a mask of indifference. She believed there was so much more to discover, and probably much more to fall in love with.

She knew she had been right to trust her instincts. The brunette would come back, perhaps livid, since she didn't appear to be someone who just let things go. She really would come back, the blonde was sure about it. She was also sure it would mean they could push to teasing game to a higher level.

The blonde's phone vibrated in her bag, annoying someone right behind the brunette.

"Shhh!"

The brunette actually started to turn her head to see what was happening, but something on the screen must have caught her eye quickly enough to save the blonde from getting her tender spying moment uncovered. Muting her phone and steadying her heart beats, the blonde stood up noiselessly, and left.

One hour later, Santana was a mess. The movie was indeed heartbreaking. Even more so. Perhaps the saddest thing she'd ever seen on a silver screen. In all, Santana, this famous shark, couldn't understand how the hell this girl could have such an effect on her, how she could discern the only emotions that could actually move Santana so deeply. She wondered where all her strength had gone, praying for it to come back for own sake.

She used her scarf as a tissue to dry the small tears running down her cheeks and tried to quieten her sobs while the credits scrolled down the screen. She glanced around her; men were embracing their girlfriends to comfort them and friends were sharing tissues. She found pride on some people's face, trying to get rid of the devastating emotions they were feeling, or people who were a mess, just like her. She made her way out, trying to find the perfect words to build a smart, galvanic review she could tell the blonde. Right before reaching the outside booth, she peeked at her own reflection in a window to be sure she was presentable despite the flood of tears she had cried. She figured was decent, finally braced herself and, with determined steps, she walked straight for the booth.

She found a man in it.

"Excuse-me, please..."

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"Hm... There was a girl in here before... I'm looking for her."

"Right! I'm sorry but she's already gone. Her workday is over for a good hour now." Santana felt like her feet were fastened to the ground.

"But I thought she was working all Thursday nights. She asked me to hm... come now to see her."

"Our schedules change every week. She must have mistaken," the man explained courteously.

"Maybe she's still around? I'm positive she asked me to come now. Maybe she's waiting for me somewhere...?" The man seemed embarrassed by her perseverance but Santana had long since passed the will to care.

"I can assure you she's gone. She has another job after this one and I saw her leave with my own eyes. I'm sorry, Ma'am."

Santana felt a hole growing wider in her heart. She sighed heavily. Someone behind her urged her to move on, pressed to ask the man a question about the movie.

"It's okay... I must have misunderstood. Thank you."

She walked down the stairs of the theatre, trudging as if a bomb of sadness exploded with her every step. She grabbed her phone in her back pocket with some effort and texted Quinn.

To Quinn:
Kinda had a micro date, and got stood up right away... Going home to die.


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