Santana can feel people watching her as she walks through the crowded hallway. That's the thing with these small towns; everyone just seems to know when a new student has arrived. The brunette just eyes them back blankly, genuinely not giving a damn what any of them think. She watches Puck and Rachel talk animatedly in front of her as they slowly make their way through the corridor lined with lockers and full of noisy students.
She feels Kurt bump her shoulder gently to get her attention, she's sure he's been talking to her the whole time on their walk from car park to where they are now, she just hasn't actually listened to any of it. Kurt's sweet, but when he goes off on one of his fashion centered rambles, which occur pretty often, Santana just tunes out completely.
"So Miss Lopez, do you like life here so far?" Kurt smiles sweetly as Santana just looks over at him with a raised eyebrow. Kurt reads it perfectly and just shrugs his shoulders, "Stupid question, I know. I've lived here my whole life and I still don't like it." Santana gives him a small smile as she comes to a stop in front of the locker she's been assigned. Puck and Rachel stop at theirs directly across the hall from her, and Kurt leans up on the locker beside Santana with a heavy sigh, watching the commotion of people passing them by.
"I feel sorry for you Santana." The brunette looks across at Kurt questioningly as she fiddles with the combination lock. "I mean, one day you're living in LA where everything happens all the time! Then all of a sudden you're here, Lima Ohio. The dullest place on the planet where the only thing that happens is a monthly carnival, that I'm pretty sure is a direct scene out of The Notebook." She almost laughs at the thought of how lame this town is proving to be as she finally opens the locker and places her bag inside.
"Don't worry Kurt, LA can be pretty dull too." Santana gives her friend a small smile but he just shakes his head at her. "I really doubt that Santana, there's just so many things to see and do! There are so many possibilities in a city like that!" Kurt's eyes light up and Santana can tell he's imagining being in LA or New York right now.
She may have only known Kurt a short time, but she can't help but like the guy. His diversity and independent style is a breath of fresh air in a town where everyone seems to look and act the same as each other. Already she can tell Kurt doesn't belong there, he's destined for a far more "glamorous" lifestyle, Rachel too. Santana can't believe this small town has been able to withstand their combined energy for so long. Whenever Kurt and Rachel are together, it's like an unstoppable whirlwind of energy and excitement. They are the complete opposite to Santana in every aspect, and yet, she really has grown quite fond of them in the short time she's known them.
She runs a hand through her hair as she turns slightly to look at the boy next to her, "I guess I just didn't belong in a place like that." She doesn't know why she's even doing it, but for some reason Santana's trying to make him feel better, and that's something she never cares enough to do.
Kurt laughs lightly as he pushes himself off the lockers and steps closer to the brunette. "Trust me gorgeous, you don't belong in a place like this either." Kurt gives her a friendly wink before walking off towards his own locker. Santana watches him go and looks over to see Puck and Rachel still talking cheerfully in front of their lockers. She rolls her eyes unimpressed and turns back to retrieve the books from her bag. She swears the way those two act around each other is going to make her throw up one day.
Santana continues pulling things out of her bag and placing them in her locker, even though behind her she can hear the muffled whispering of students walking by. She picks up the occasional "that's her" or "she's from Los Angeles" as they pass her. She thinks she should probably be annoyed with everyone talking about her and making up all kinds of rumors, but she just doesn't care. Santana has always believed that people can think whatever they like, it makes absolutely no difference to her.
She continues pulling books from her bag and placing them in her locker, when she hears a locker a few down from hers open up. She casually glances up to her left, expecting to find just another random staring at her curiously, instead when she does look, Santana pauses.
Standing a few feet to her left is a blonde girl, who Santana instantly guesses is of similar age to herself and probably also a senior. The girl is a little taller than Santana, dressed in a plain black figure hugging t-shirt, short jean shorts and a pair of black boots similar to the ones Santana was wearing.
Her long blonde hair is hanging loose around her shoulders as Santana watches her pull books out from within her locker. Santana realizes this girl is possibly the only other person in the hall going about their own business, besides Puck and Rachel, and not just staring at Santana like she was some kind of strange exhibition.
The brunette eventually looks back to her own locker, having finally unpacked her bag, ready to grab the books she needed for her first classes. While pulling them out, she can't help but feel an erg to look back to her left again, and this time she finds the blonde looking back.
The girl closes her locker before giving Santana a genuinely sweet and unexpectedly kind smile. Santana returned a brief smile before turning back to grab the books she needed. She felt the blonde walk past her and when Santana looked again, the girl had already disappeared into the crowded hall of students.
Santana raised her eyebrows at herself and shook her head, grabbing the books she needed and closing the locker door. She turned around to where Puck and Rachel were still standing together. She wasn't looking forward to going near the pair but she needed to drag Puck along to their first class which they had together.
She was however happy to finally break up their bashful display of affection for each other, that was fooling absolutely no one. It really was beginning to make her feel ill.