Come on Santana. You can do it. I believe in you. You are strong. You are beautiful, amazing and I-
"What are you doing?"
"AH!" Screamed a surprised Santana. "Kurt? What the fuck? You scared the shit out of me!"
"I can see that" said an amused Kurt. "So, what were you doing?"
"Actually, I was praising myself hoping it would help me to write a song… You know, usually when somebody compliments me it kind of boost me. So I thought I would give it a try." She shrugged.
The truth is, Santana is pissed off. She can't write anything and it's getting on her nerves.
"Does it work?"
"Well, I wrote like two lines in three hours, so I think it's safe to say that in fact, no, it doesn't work".
"Ok show me instead of whining."
Santana growls a little before passing him the sheet of paper anyway.
"Wow" says a flabbergasted Kurt.
"Really?!" Santana seems to brighten a little bit and a smile plastering on her face.
"Yeah! That is impressive. Wow Santana I had never seen something so bad before."
"Did you eat a clown today or did you buy yourself a humor? Because you're hilarious it's crazy!"
"Why thank you Satan." Replied Kurt playing along.
"That was ironic Porcelain." Glared Santana now offended.
"No seriously Santana what's happening? Your used to write a song every week and now you haven't written anything since what 2 months?"
"Three actually. And don't you think that if I knew why I can't write a damn thing I would have change that?"
Santana is very frustrated. Before, although she was not super good with words, music allowed her to externalize everything. And today, nothing. Not an idea, no note, nothing at all. At first, she thought she just had a bit of blank page syndrome but now it's getting worrying. What if she never writes anything again. Her career is over. And like all the singers we forgot, I would end up doing podcasts telling about my good times to little kids in the mall thought a disgusted Santana.
"No, no no no no no. I know that face. Stop moping around. Go out, do something intelligent. Take a breath but don't slip in a dark place just for this. It's going to come back, and you'll be ok. Now move your ass!"
Did I just have been ordered like a little kid by my best-friend? It seems so. Gosh it hurts me to say that but maybe he is right.
I decide to go for a run. So after putting a jogging a sports bra, running shoes and a cap so people don't recognize me, I am ready.
Well, he wasn't wrong, that's true I so needed this. It's been what? One hour that I am running. I look at my watch and oh one hour and seven minutes it's not that bad-
"Ow!" I fell to the floor and oh my god I think I just crushed someone.
"I am so sorry! I was looking at my watch and I didn't see yo- wait. Quinn?" I cannot believe it. Did I just sent the beautiful blonde occupying my mind every day in the past one week?
"Oh, hello Santana. It's ok I did not see you too." She chuckled. Well at least she is laughing and wow she is funny. If the roles were reversed, I would have probably killed the other one.
"Here, let me help you." I take her hands and help her to stand. "Where is Romeo?"
"I just had to do a few errands, so I let him sleep. But I don't know where my cane is." She is beginning to bend down and to fumble around.
I look around her and oh! Here it is. Well, if I weren't here, she would have search it for years this thing flew away. Now that I think about it if I weren't here, she wouldn't have fell and lost her stick.
"Wait I have it." I take her hand and put it on her cane but when I do it, I feel like tingling in my hand.
When she has it I look at my hand and flex it. Wow. That's new.
"Are you ok?" I ask her, looking at her to see if she has any injuries.
"I think so and you?"
"You cushioned my fall so yeah. First time I have someone falling for me that fast. I think you broke a record." I said laughing and flirting.
Once again, she begins to blush. And gosh, she is so cute when she does that.
Santana, get a grip.
"Technically you fell with me too so…" She whispers with a little mischief.
You could tell that she is shy and that she doesn't flirt regularly but I think that is what makes my smile get bigger.
"Well maybe. Who knows? So where were you going?"
"Hum, I don't know if you know this place. It's a small store that sells soaps. I cannot take my dog because with all the smells he gets confused. But otherwise, it's super nice. The soaps are homemade, the smells are natural, and it is good for the skin."
"That's cool. I don't think I know the store. But I don't have anything to do right now so if you need any help, I could... come with you?" What? Nothing ventured, nothing gained. "If you are ok with this of course!"
I don't want to seem too pushy. But judging by the smile that appears on her face I don't think that she is gonna say no. I hope at least.
"Really? I mean, you would come with me?"
"Yes of course it could be cool."
"But why?" She seems confused but now I am too. Why wouldn't I want to come with her would be the good question.
"Because I like you and spending time with you would make me happy." I shrugged.
"I- Yes. Yes, I would like that."
"Ok then lead the way."
For the first minute there is silence. But not the awkward kind. I look at her and how she does everything. It impresses me how she makes it seem simple. Like what she is doing with her cane. I'm pretty sure I would just fell trying to use it.
"How do you know where you are doing? I mean, you can't see where you are or the road… I'm sorry my question may seem stupid."
"No. It is okay. It is not stupid. The first time you take a trip it is more complicated. At first you must use apps to tell you where to go and then the more you do it the more you remember. I have my little habits. I always take the same roads, so I remember where things are like crosswalks. And Romeo helps me a lot."
"And when did you knew you were blind? Like, were you always blind or did you see before?"
"Oh no. I don't think I ever saw. My parents discovered that I was blind when I was 2 years old. And before that I do not have any memories. So, I can't really know but I think I never were able to see…"
"How did they take it? Your parents I mean. Are they helping you?"
"They can't really help me right now because they are dead."
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry, I didn't want to-." That's really my luck. I'm so stupid.
"No, it's ok don't panic. We were never close, and I am quite sure they hated me. They died in a car accident about 4 years ago and before that it had been 2 years since I had spoken to them. My father wanted me to succeed him and become the boss of his company. They had lots of plans for me, they wanted me to become the perfect girl. So, when they found out that I was blind, they also understood that I would never become all the things they planned for me. So, they developed a grudge against me. I wasn't the popular cheerleader, I was the girl who had no friends, who got bullied and who everyone laughed at because she preferred being with books rather than people."
Wow. I-I can't understand how you cannot like her. I mean, I think I was pretty much smitten by her the minute I saw her. How can someone be so mean to their own kid because of something she didn't choose.
I was lucky with my parents. They were always so supportive and when I came out to them, my mother told me she knew because one day I came home drunk and told her that I would marry a beautiful blonde girl and that I didn't like boys because they were dumb and had smelly armpits. I don't remember that, but it sounds like me.
"I'm so sorry Quinn. I don't know what to say. It must have been so hard for you. You are so strong." I looked at her with so much compassion.
"It was hard indeed. But after a while I got used to it and I got used to the idea that I would never have any friends." She shrugged.
I can see the tears in her eyes, and I heard how her voice broke at the end of the sentence. But she is not alone. I don't want her to be alone.
I don't understand how this is possible because I met her like, one week ago, but I just want to spend all my time with her and protect her from the world. I don't want her to feel another bad thing.
"But you have friends. I am your friend." I told her with a smile.
"Really?!" She stopped and turned her head in my direction. I can see so much hope and happiness on her face.
I want to be the reason of that smile.
"Of course. Well, if you think you can handle me" I joked a little.
She laughed and said with a smile so big "I think I can live with that."
"Well then, my friend," I entwine our arms together "let's go to the soap store!"
She laughed and blushed a little before walking again.
"Can I ask u a question?"
"Yes of course"
"You know where I work but what do you do for a living?"
I smile with all my teeth. "I am a singer."
"Really? That is so cool! What do you do? Hard-rock, soul, reggae." Quinn asks, laughing.
"No, no nothing like that" I laughed. "More like a mix of pop and rock."
"Will you sing for me one day?"
"Do you want me to?" I asked a little bit shy.
"Yes!" She said excited.
"Then I will. I will make you a private concert." I flirt getting closer to her with our arms linked.
"I will remember. And if you haven't distracted me, the store should be on our right."
I looked to the right and I see a cute store on the corner of the street.
"I'm going to think that you particularly like corner stores. Your bookstore, this store..."
She laughed. "Yeah, I am cliché like that."
We enter the store and I look around. The store is traditional with wooden furniture, baskets and soaps everywhere, of all colors, shapes, smells. It's pretty cool. Inside, besides us, there is an old lady and a little girl.
"So, what do you like? What do we do now?"
"Every time I come there, I walk around the store and smell all the soaps. I can never get out of here without buying something." Quinn said giggling.
She begins to walk; her hand trailing over the edge of the shelf and stops in front of solid lavender soaps. She takes one and smell it.
"Can I smell?" After she nodded, I stand closer to her, put my hand on her back and smell the soap. I see her blush a little before going to another one.
We do that with a few before I ask her what soaps she uses.
"It is a blend of cherry blossom and vanilla. I have tried lots of different smells, but this is still my favorite."
She hands me the soap and after taking it I can smell it. Now I understand why she smells so good. It's peculiar but it is so much like her. It's fruity but sweet at the same time ... I'm a fan.
"Hey Quinn, how are you today?"
When she told me she came here all the time she wasn't lying. Apparently, the boss of the store knows her. I turn around and see an old lady who looks genuinely nice with a big smile on her face.
"Hey Mary. I'm doing well, and you? This is Santana. She is my friend." Said Quinn with a proud look on her face.
Mary looks at me surprised before she smiles and says hello. She and Quinn start talking when I hear someone say.
"Oh. My. God. Are you Santana Lopez? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. I am your biggest fan! Can I have a photo?!"
"Hum yeah sure." I am so embarrassed. I hope Quinn didn't hear that.
"Thank you so much! My friends are going to be SO jealous!"
We take the photo and I go see Quinn who is now alone and smelling a rose soap.
"I guess the music you are doing is working…" She tells me with an amused smile. Well, she heard.
"Yeah, actually it is."
"That is cool. So, I am going to take this, this and this." She says showing me three soaps. "Are you buying something?"
I am flabbergasted that she does not ask me questions about how much I earn, how famous I am and if I know other stars. Usually these are the first questions people ask.
"I-um yes. I'll take something."
"Nice, I will wait for you at the cash register!"
I watch her go. A smile gradually appears on my face to the point that my cheeks begin to hurt.
I guess she is different. In the good way...
This is the end of this chapter.
I really hope you liked it!
The story is progressing little by little.
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Kiss