This one was requested by Boris Yelstin
Hope I did your request justice…..
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"Fuck these lame Friday nights. I mean I'm Santana fucking Lopez! Everyone in high school was just lining up to date me!"
"I can see why" Puck jokes
"I have someone PERFECT for you, Santana!" The excited brunette cheers
"Nope" Santana shakes her head putting her hand up "Stop right there, Do you remember the last time you tried to set me up Rachel?"
She flinches at the memory "Dina wasn't that bad Santana…"
"She had five cats, Rachel and I'm not exaggerating! She had pictures and video's, the damn things had matching christmas sweaters and detailed name stockings hanging over the fireplace for fucks sake! I mean I don't like being alone but I ain't desperate"
The group of friends begin laughing as the exhausted latina drops down into the booth
"I so wish I was lying, you guys should have seen her, she was..."
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"San, I might have someone for you"
Santana sits up "Really Britt, wouldn't that be weird considering?"
The blonde shakes her head "Not at all Sanny, I think it would help. I know exactly what you like... Ohhh remember when we were in Mexico and I wanted to…"
Santana's eyes widen as she reaches across the table, covering the blondes mouth, shaking her head
"No one and I mean no one needs to hear that story, Britt Britt"
"Aww but you were so nervous Sanny it was so cute, remember on the balcony when"
"BRITT!" Santana yells "Stop talking"
"Oh hell no" Puck interrupts "Go on Britt, what happened on that balcony?"
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The brunette smacks his shoulder as Brittany smiles, pulling out her phone "Done. She'll meet you tomorrow at eight…Oh at Tony's" She quickly gathers her things before leaving the restaurant leaving the rest of the group with their mouths open.
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"Well fuck. That just happened" Puck laughs shaking his head "So about this balcony in Mexico"
"Stop" Santana huffs putting her hand up
"Wait" Artie interrupts "How do you know who to look for tomorrow?"
Just then Santana's phone buzzes with a text
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Britt Britt - Her name is Quinn, don't worry she's hot and also blonde.
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The latina laughs "Britt just texted me, apparently the girls name is Quinn and she's blonde"
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"Well thank fuck for that!" Puck interrupts "Because if she wasn't I'd be sure it wouldn't work"
"Shut it Puckerman"
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"What the hell do I even wear?" Santana asks tossing dress after dress out of her closet
"Santana, why are you so nervous? You clearly weren't when you met…."
The rest of her sentence trails off when Santana peeks out of her closet and quirks her eyebrow
"Britt, will you please tell me something else about her"
"Ugh I SO wish we could see your face when you see her." The blonde shakes her head laughing "Wait, I already told you two things, she's hot and blonde."
Santana huffs, leaning against her closet door as both brunettes turn their attention towards the blonde who has now shifted her attention back to the TV
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"That's it?" Rachel huffs, throwing her hands up causing Santana to laugh "All we get is that she's hot and blonde? Do you at least have a picture of her, Britt?"
The blonde proudly nods "I have her social, come here though, we can't show Sanny"
"Oh my god" The brunette gasps "She's GORGEOUS!"
"You do realize I'm the one being set up with her, right Rach?" Santana jokes as Rachel stands from the bed.
"Santana, I am perfectly comfortable in my sexuality that calling another woman beautiful does not bother me but now that I've seen her, you don't stand a chance and you definitely cannot wear that!"
"First of all, never say comfortable and sexuality in the same sentence and secondly…."
She ignores her rant and quickly heads into the girl's closet "What you have on is hideous, come on…...now THIS!"
"Oh that's PERFECT!" Brittany cheers and claps from her spot on the bed
"You guys both suck!" Santana huffs heading to the shower "Now go home so I can get ready in peace"
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All three friends say their goodbyes before Santana begins to get ready. She felt really nervous but couldn't figure out why, she's been set up a few times before and it's never felt like this, maybe that was a good sign.
The latina checks herself out once more, siling before grabbing her purse and heading to the restaurant.
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"Hey George" Santana smiles entering the restaurant
"Good evening Miss Lopez" The gentleman warmly smiles back
"I'm supposed to be meeting someone but I don't exactly know what they look like"
He smiles nodding "Miss Brittany filled me in, your guest has not arrived yet but I'll take you back, follow me"
The two head towards the back of the restaurant before Santana sits down and orders a drink, she sits for a few minutes checking her phone before she hears...
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