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Santana had never been that nervous before when she walked over to the table of Starbucks where Britt was already sitting, looking at something on her laptop.
When the blonde spotted her, she started smiling widely. "Oh, hey, Santana."
"Hi, Britt." The Latina sat down on her opposite, brushing back a strand of her hair and taking a deep breath. Confession time. "Listen, there's something I need to tell you. I wasn't that honest when I talked to you last time."
"Are you related to Jennifer Lopez?", Brittany asked, her eyes widened.
Santana laughed. "No, I'm not. You see, I told you that I took math as a minor at college." Now or never. "The truth is: I never went to college. Okay, I did, but only for a couple of weeks or something, before I dropped out."
"Why did you lie to me?", Britt asked her, suddenly looking sad.
It broke Santana's heart to see her like that. "I…I felt ashamed. You got all those degrees from MIT and are about to receive a freaking PhD, and I am just…a stripper that is happy whenever her tip is higher than three hundred bucks. You are going to revolutionize our world with the smartest people of this planet while I just shake my booty in front of perverts."
"Santana, look at me", Brittany ordered when the dark-haired Latina looked down. "You are talking nonsense. I could never not like you, okay? Back then in school when everyone thought I was stupid, you kept on believing in me even though you were the only one. I will never forget what you have done for me. You will always be my friend."
Santana was speechless. She expected that Brittany would yell at her, leave and refuse to interact with her ever again. But she didn't expect that reaction. "I…I don't know what to say", she stuttered. "I don't deserve a friend like you, Britt."
Brittany laughed. "Don't say that ever again, did you understand?" She smiled at Santana and squeezed her hand softly.
At the body contact, butterflies were starting to move in Santana's stomach.
"Listen, I got invited to a party of one of my college friends on Friday and I still need a date." Brittany leaned forwards with a grin. "Are you in the mood?"
Whether a party full of nerds and intellectuals was the right place for people like her? Santana had no idea. But she knew for sure that she wanted to spend more time with that awesome woman on her opposite. "I would love to.", she answered with a smile on her face as well. "When and where?"
With a Mojito in front of him, Blaine sat at the bar, frowning and staring down the liquid. He initially wanted to meet with Wes and David to get hammered, but unfortunately, Wes still needed to study for an upcoming test and David's grandaunt spontaneously came over for a visit.
So here he sat, all alone on a Thursday evening with a cocktail.
"Anderson! What are you doing here all by yourself, my friend?"
"Oh, hi, Puck", Blaine said without needing to turn to him as he had noticed his voice. "How is it going?"
Puck just groaned frustratedly. "I will never understand women!"
"Let me guess, it's about Quinn?", Blaine said in a teasing tone. He didn't need to read his mind to know about it.
"She is one of the hottest chicks I know, but she also has brains.", Puck explained. "Until now, I only dated chicks that were as dumb as a sack of hammers. I don't know how to win her over; she is in an entirely different league. She didn't even react to my flirting attempts until now."
"Maybe because she isn't as superficial as your previous girlfriends", Blaine reasoned. "I guess she wants more than cheap flirts. You need to try more obviously, make her feel as if she was the most special woman in the world. Quinn has higher standards than all those other women you have dated before. You need to change your tactics."
Puck nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah… makes sense, I guess. Thanks, man."
Blaine just waved it off, trying to ignore the other people at the bar that were staring at him in a weird way. They probably were thinking that he talked to himself. But he didn't care. Since he was not that much of a drinker anyway, he didn't come to that bar that often and didn't know anyone.
"And what about you, Anderson? You already won over Porcelain?", Puck asked teasingly.
"He is engaged, Puck", Blaine pointed out "And I do respect it after he made it clear a couple of times. Who says that I am even into him?"
"Your head", Puck answered amusedly. "I ain't dumb. I know exactly that you keep on thinking about him, day and night."
Blaine sighed deeply, staring down his beer. "Even if you were right, what you aren't, just for the record", he clarified when he noticed Puck's knowing glance "I never stood a chance anyway. He is happily engaged-"
"-that's open to dispute, my friend-", Puck cut him off with a dirty grin, but was ignored.
"-and I just ended one of the worst relationships in my life. I'm not ready for something new. I want to be solo for the time-being, let my broken heart heal and spend more time with my friends."
"I hope you are talking about me as well", Puck winked, raising his own glass and taking a big sip. "I never had a gay bro before. You see, I always talk about man stuff with my other bros, but never about deeper things like women."
Blaine needed to smirk. This Puck guy was something else, and it wasn't necessarily bad. "Yes, of course, why not?", he answered, clinking glasses with him and downing his cocktail.
"Cheers! To new bros", Puck said solemnly after the barkeeper had given another Mojito glass to Blaine.
"To new friends", Blaine agreed, and they amusedly clinked their glasses for the second time before they downed their beverages.
Finn was lucky, he found a job at the coffeeshop not even far away from Kurt's apartment after one of the baristas had quit. Luckily, he already had experience with that kind of job as he needed to work during his time at college to be able to afford his new drums.
The first day of work was kind of relaxing, not that many costumers were in the café on a Tuesday. While he wiped the counter, Finn listened to some music with his wireless earbuds.
That's why he noticed too late when a young, pretty woman was talking to him.
"Excuse me?", she yelled a couple of times before Finn looked up and yelped, almost dropping the wet cloth.
He quickly put out the plugs and turned to her, smiling at her apologetically. "Sorry, I didn't hear you coming."
"But that's your job as far as I know, isn't it?", the woman answered, kind of annoyed. She impatiently checked her watch. "Can I order now or what?"
Finn bewilderedly hid the cloth, sheepishly rubbing his neck. "Of course. What can I get you?"
"I want a Soy Latte with only one drop of Vanilla syrup. And a raisin cookie. Are they gluten free?"
He shrugged helplessly. "I'm sorry, I have no idea", he answered, kind of feeling ashamed. "But they are organic and…what's it called again? Oh, sustainable."
"I don't give a damn about sustainable products", the woman barked, eyes narrowed. "Employees normally know about that."
The costumer's always right, the costumer's always right, the costumer's always right, Finn kept thinking to himself. He didn't want to get fired on day one just because he cursed at one of his first costumers and she complained. If he did, Kurt would look at him in that reproachful way, shake his head disappointedly and call him out again.
Damn, sometimes, Finn missed the times where Kurt had a crush on him before their parents married.
"I am sorry, Miss", he decided to say in the most remorseful way. "Do you want something else instead?"
She shook her head fervently. "No, just the latte."
Finn nodded, typing in the order. "And what name shall I write onto the cup?"
The woman rolled her eyes before she answered in an annoyed way: "If it is necessary, just write Harmony. Let's get this over with, I still have an appointment."
"Of course", Finn answered politely and quickly prepared her coffee.
When she took a sip a couple of minutes later, she threw him a killing glance. "I told you to add only one drop of vanilla syrup!"
"I did", Finn defended himself. "I swear!"
"No, you didn't!", Harmony spat, glaring at him angrily. "I am so going to write a bad review on Yelp. Worst service ever!"
Finn paled. If she did, he could say bye-bye to his job.
"Please, don't!", he pleaded. "The coffee is on the house, okay? But let's just forget that whole thing."
Harmony seemed to think about it for a while. Finally, she sighed overdramatically. "Fine! But next time, I won't be that forgiving. If there is a next time."
With that, she turned on her heel and strutted out of the coffeeshop, her high heels were clicking on the floor.
As he was the only one in the café, Finn allowed himself to let out a loud groan.
Not even one hour had passed and he already angered his first costumer.
Worst first workday ever.
"How is it to win the monthly surf competitions four times in a row?", Penny asked proudly, and Sam laughed.
After Sam's victory, his parents decided to throw a party for him, celebrating with lots of burgers, alcoholic beverages (not for his younger siblings, much to their disdain) and their closest friends.
Sam just shrugged nonchalantly. "Not that special, I guess."
"Talented AND humble", his friend grinned, taking another sip of her glass of Whiskey. "You are just aaawesome." She was starting to slur a bit, and Sam wondered how many drinks she already downed by now.
At that moment, Sam's dad clapped his hands and everyone in the room went silent when the music was turned off.
"I just wanted to say a couple of words about the man of the hour" Dwight proudly nodded to his eldest son, and Sam blushed a bit. "When Sam told us at the age of fourteen that he wanted to become a professional surfer, Mary and I were skeptical at first."
Sam remembered their reaction. They were not that thrilled at first once he had declared he wanted to pursue a career as a sportsman back then in highschool.
"But he proved us wrong. At the age of eighteen when he won the championship of all surfers that were younger than twenty years old, we knew that he had the potential. So we started taking his goal more serious and supported him. Until now, we didn't regret it. After countless victories of championships all over the continent, I can't tell you how proud I am of my ambitious son that never gave up, even after defeats." He raised his glass. "Cheers to my son and his bright-looking future!"
"To Sam!", everyone in the room said in unison, and they all clinked glasses before they took sips of their more or less alcoholic beverages.
Sam needed to blink back tears. He knew that his parents were proud of him, but until now, they had never said it out loud.
When he told Penny about it, she just giggled.
"But they are riiiight", Penny next to him slurred. "You aaaare a champion. Inside out." She was swaying on her feet and threatened to tip over any moment.
Sam gently took her glass from her and put it on the table next to them. "Ookay, Penn, I guess that was your last one." He linked arms with her and turned to his parents. "Mom, dad, I'll be right back. I will give Penny a lift, she already had enough of drinks."
"Noooo!", Penny babbled in a protesting way.
Dwight and Mary exchanged knowing glances.
"Alright, son", his dad answered with an impish grin. "But don't take advantage of that poor girl's state."
"Dad!" Sam rubbed his neck, embarrassed. "Penny and I, we are just friends, nothing more."
He was right. When they got together a couple of years ago, it didn't end very well because they were more like brother and sister than boyfriend and girlfriend. Fortunately, they had stayed good friends even after they broke up.
But for some reason, his parents still believed that they would become a couple again. They adored Penny, getting her as their daughter-in-law would be a dream come true.
"Alright, then", Mary winked "But please, drive carefully."
"Will do, mom", Sam promised before he dragged a dizzy Penny out of his parents' living room.
It was hard to get Penny into his car as she wanted to stay and party as she drunkenly explained to him a couple of times; he could already smell the Whiskey in her breath.
When they finally arrived in front of her porch, Sam let out a sigh of relief. "Come on, Penn", he said softly "Let's get you to bed."
Since Penny was even too drunk to unlock her entrance door, Sam did that for her and accompanied her to the bedroom as well. As a precaution, he brought her a bucket in case she needed to puke later on, and a glass of water.
"Thanks, Sam, but I think I don't need your help with putting on my PJs", Penny smirked when she slumped down on her bed.
Sam sat down next to her. "Is there something else you need?"
Penny looked him deep in the eyes with a strange face expression. "Maybe one more thing." With that, she grabbed him by the collar, pulled him closer and started kissing him passionately.
For a split second, Sam requited the kiss. But then, he pulled away, telling himself that they just weren't meant to be with each other.
And saw Mercedes stand at the doorway to Penny's room. According to her shocked face expression and her bewilderment he could feel as well now, she had seen everything. Sam was convinced he would never forget that hurt look in her eyes.
Before he got the chance to explain everything to her, Mercedes had turned on her heel and ran out of the room.
Dun dun duuun! And yes, the main characters will meet eventually, but we need to be patient because there is more to their story...
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