Hi guys!
Well, here's the story I'm working on. Hope you like it!
Xoxo
Jout Jout

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First meet

You're nervous. You're so fucking nervous. You're pretty sure you've straightened your dress at least a hundred times, even though you know it looks perfect on you.

"Stop bouncing on the chair." Quinn rolls her eyes at you playfully, smirking. "Come on Britt, you gotta trust me; this is like, the best idea I've ever had. And plus, she's super hot. You're gonna love her." She takes a sip from her coffee, offering you a reassuring smile.

"I'm not sure, Q." You mumble, looking down. "This just doesn't seem like a good idea. And why can't you do it anyway?" She shakes her head, giggling. "I mean, it would be pretty natural. I know you, you know me… they wouldn't even get suspicious about anything!"

"Yes, they would. Especially because half of your family already knows me, and even your cousins know I'm dating Noah. So no, Britt. Sorry."

You pout at that. You don't know why you agreed on that on first place. Actually, no, you do know. Your sister's wedding was getting pretty close, and you didn't want to show up without a date. Especially since your ex-boyfriend is the best man, so yeah, there's no fucking way you're showing up without someone. But still, it doesn't seem right. You never liked the idea of lying to your parents, but you were desperate. So when Quinn offered to help, well, you just couldn't say no.

"Oh, look who finally is here." Quinn said in a mocking tone, getting on her feet. You turned around sharply, trying to get a view of the woman. And, oh boy, what a view. "Britt, this is Santana. Satan, this is Brittany, my best friend." You awkwardly got on your feet, shaking the hand the woman offered you. You were stunned; you honestly thought that she was the most beautiful woman you've ever seen in your whole life. She was around your age, between her twenties. Her hair was very dark and long, and she had tanned skin. But it wasn't that, or her killing body, or even her full-kissable lips that caught your attention. Her eyes; dark as her hair, but there was something about them. A glow you'd never seen in anyone else. "Britt, you can let go of her hand now."

You can feel your face burning and your eyes getting really wide. "Oh." You murmur, making her lips twist into a playful smile. "I-I'm sorry. It's nice to meet you Santana."

"You too." She then eyes Quinn. "You didn't poison my coffee, did you?"

"I thought about that, but I didn't want to leave Britt here disappointed." Quinn offers her a cup of coffee. "Dark and bitter, to match your soul." Santana laughs at that, rolling her eyes at your friend. You would tell Quinn to quit being rude, but – she seems okay with that.

"Thanks, Fabgay." She jokes back, turning to you. "So, I'll be your girlfriend for the week, huh?" Your face turns even redder, if that's possible.

"Yeah. I-if you're okay with that, of course."

"It's fine. It'll be fun to make fun of jackass." You eye Quinn angrily. "Oh, no. Don't worry, she just told me that an asshole would be there, and I was supposed to kick his ass if he bothers you too much."

"He's not an asshole." You murmur.

"Yes, he is. Don't let her get too close."

"Quinn!"

"Okay ladies!" Santana interrupts, and you huff. "Okay Barbie, I don't really think you have much else to do here. Thank you for your concern." She gets up, grabbing her coffee and your hot chocolate. "You mind walking me home? Then we could talk."

"S-sure." You once again get up awkwardly, grabbing your cup. Quinn rolls her eyes, but sends you an encouraging smile. You try to smile back, but you're pretty sure you ended up grimacing at her.

Santana leads you outside Starbucks, walking in silent for a few minutes. "So, what do you do?" She asks after a few moments.

"I'm a dancer. I've been in some off-Broadway's shows, but I'm mostly a teacher now." You tell her, and she nods, beaming. "What about you?"

"Nothing too exciting. For now, I'm working on a coffee shop." She answers, shrugging. "I'm not sure about what I wanna do just yet."

"Well, that's alright." You pull back a strand of hair. "I mean, you're still pretty young. When I first came to New York, I wasn't sure of what I wanted to do myself. But I'm doing just fine now."

Surprisingly, talking to her was easily than you'd assumed. She was easy going, and although you two had way too little things in common, you found yourself completely absorbed in her words. "Well, that's where I stay." Santana told you, stopping in front of a red brick building. "Thanks for walking me."

"I, uh – i-it was nothing." You stutter, feeling your face turning red once again. "I-I'll see you on Friday?"

"Sure. Give me your phone." You hand it to her, and she returns it in a few seconds. "There. Now you have my number. Text me if you need anything."

"O-Okay."

"Wait, there's one more thing." She then steps closer to you, a bit too close. "Is it okay if I kiss you?" Your eyes widen, but she just smiles. "I just think it'll be better if we start getting used to it. You know, it'll look better than if we just kiss in front of everyone for the first time."

You gulp. "I-I guess." She looks inside your eyes for a brief second, and then carefully places her arms around your shoulders.

"Close your eyes." She whispers, and you do so. Before you realize, her lips are pressing on yours, smoothly and gently. You feel your whole body melting; it takes you a moment to react, but you finally pulls her closer by the waist. It's small, just a long peck, but it's enough to make your legs turn into jelly. "It sure won't be a problem kissing you." She whispers against your lips, and you smile. She gives you another peck before letting go of you. "I'll see you on Friday."

And you watch her leaving, standing domed in the middle of the sidewalk.

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It's only late in the evening when you grab your phone, text a message and stare at it for god knows how long before finally pressing send.

It sure won't be a problem kissing you as wellJ