Chapter 3: That girl

Santana is walking straight ahead to Rose's desk. She greets her with a big grin on her face and then leans forward to Rose with her cleavage exposing through her eyes. "Hi Rosy."

"The name is Rose."

"Well, you know if we're going to have a relationship in the future, we need to be less formal."

Rose's eyebrows wiggled, "Relationship?"

"Yeah. I gotta know your first name." Because Santana is still leaning on the desk, the people who are passing by can't resist but to stare at her butt, and so as Rose staring at her cleavage, which led Quinn to make an action. She's very angry right now and because of that, the wind blew harder, causing the papers to fly, their hair even got messy.

"Well, I'm Marley." She hugs herself because of the temperature suddenly falling. "The weather was bad."

The clouds became gray and so as the sky, the wind began to blew rebeliously and even the glass door flipped open causing for it to broke into pieces. Quinn commanded the broken pieces to struck to every people who looked at Santana's butt. Everyone nearly choked in blood, some have been strucked to their back, some have their forehead cut and worst of all, some have their eyes bleeding because of the glasses misteriously sticked. It was an unbelievable living nightmare. Quinn was laughing loudly just like a crazy villain. The wind is making sounds nearly sounded like a big roar. Everybody cried, for pain grew even worse. Good thing Santana and Marley hid under the desk. It took 3 minutes to make evrything calmed. The wind became normal again and so as the sky beginning to be colored blue. The two girls stood up and looks at the effects of the tragedy. Their eyes widened and grew in disgust. Pool of blood was everywhere, blood splatters on walls. No one died but majority have been seriously hurt.

"Oh my gosh." Marley's mouth hung open.

"What just happened?" Santana wipes her sweat falling hard from her forehead. Her heart was still beating so fast.

The view was unimaginable. It's like the whole place was destructed by a huge storm. The weird thing was, the only glass that was broken was the front door. The other windows were fine and so as the plants around the lobby.

Marley falls to her chair because of her knees suddenly weakens. "SHE does it."

Santana heard her whisper and asked, "She? Who is she?"

"I need to call ." Marley grabs her cellphone.

Then suddenly, Santana's phone rung. One message received from Elaine:
"Bestie, I'm here in front of the hotel. I have witnessed what happened inside. Are you there? Are you ok?"

After Santana red the message, she hurriedly run towards the streets. And as usual, jealous Quinn followed her. Santana saw Elaine in a red cocktail dress. She hugged her, "Elaine! You never believe what happened!"

"I can't really believe it. Your hotel was the only building that was affected. Outside, the sky went gray but it's really weird. The other buildings were fine." They pulled out. "Good thing nothing happened to you."

Gossips were surrounding the hotel, wondering the destruction. Police hurriedly came and stopped everybody to come inside. Everyone had their mouth open.

"You wanna go to the hospital?" Elaine concernly said.

Quinn was mimicing Elaine's voice with a playful way. She crossed her arms and wait for their conversation.

"I'm not hurt. Don't worry. I'll just focus on you. I don't want to waste your time in here. Well we can't have our bonding inside the hotel." Santana said.

"Then we're going to a restaurant. Don't worry, my treat. I know somewhere near." Elaine enthusiastically held her arms around Santana's shoulder. But Quinn noticed something wrong. The way Elaine looks at Santana was weirdly insane. It's like she wants to devour Santana. And she was indeed, acting plastic. The two girls started to walk towards a restaurant while Quinn flies around them, analyzing Elaine's crazy looks.

"Here? What the hell? Breadstix?" Santana disappointedly exclaimed.

"Yeah. What's wrong?"

Santana remembered when she and that blonde girl first "dated".

*Flashback*

"I want a coffee." Quinn calmly stated.

Santana rolled her eyes and smirked, "Coffee? I thought you'll order a bottle of beer or any liquor."

"Oh please. Come on.I really don't know your name but I agreed to come with you for a dinner even though it's pretty weird 'cause I thought you want me to be your tourguide, not a date. If I got drunk, there's a possibility that you'll rape me."

"Don't blame if I wanna see you nude. Was that the only thing the strippers should do? It's our work. Well, it's better for you to call me Rosario. It's not my true name but I want you to call me like that. So we can avoid from falling in love." Santana again landed a heartful wink at her with an ear-reaching grin. That girl is her type.

"Stop winking at me, Rosari-oh." Quinn's cheeks blushed because of a sudden rush.

"Tell me you don't like it." Santana leans forward to her face so that their lips were just inches away. Quinn was teased but to avoid the temptation on kissing "Rosari-oh", she grabs a few strands of her blonde hair and used it as her facial shield. Santana was pretty much disappointed because she thought she can initiate a kiss to that girl. But from just inches apart, she can still smell Quinn's sweet scented hair. She got hypnotized by the sugar-like scent of her hair. "Your hair smelled so good and I can tell it from here."

"Why, thank you." She blushed once again.

"Can I- Can I touch it please?"

"Touch what? We're on a public area."

"Your hair." Santana hesitated then she touched her blonde hair with a playful massage causing them to be nearer to each other's lips. Quinn liked the ticklish sensation and with just staring at her red colored full lips, her inner feelings broke and at last, their lips collide. They can hear each other's heart beatin in a same rhythm: rhythm of a love song.

When they pull out, they both laugh because they both have blushes all over their face.

"Waiter! One bottle of wine, please?" Quinn exclaimed.

Santana had that big smile on her face while looking naughtily at her fascinating hazel eyes.

*End of flashback*

"I just remember someone. Some blonde girl that I dated before." Santana smiled.

Quinn's angry face tamed and said, "was that me? Am I that blonde girl she's talking about?"