Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Glee or receive any royalties. This story was written and published for entertainment purposes only.
Eyes meet across the room. Butterflies in my stomach. Who is this goddess?
You make your way across the crowded room. Your approach is quick despite the number of people vying for your attention. How did I get so lucky to be the one you pick out of the crowd?
Standing in front of me, eyes still locked. I swear I can see your soul. Grasping for words, I manage a weak hello. You smile in return. I know that smile will be the end of me.
Without a word, your hand connects with mine. Heat radiates through my body, burning at the point of contact. The shock in your eyes says you feel it too. You slip something into my palm. Then you are gone.
I swear my world is emptier after you disappear from view. Suddenly all the people are pressing in on me and the noise is overwhelming. I need air and space.
After making my way outside and a few deep breaths, I remember the note in my hand. Slowly unfolding it, my breath bated awaiting the contents to be revealed.
A simple message. Three short lines. A place, a date, and a time. Most importantly, it had a name. Not just any name, but THE name. Santana.
Tonight my thoughts, my dreams are dedicated to that name and your face.
AN: I know it's short, but this is my first published fanfic. Thanks for reading, hope you liked it. :)