A/N: I don't own Glee. *Sad Sigh*

Today's Theme! AU Quinntana! Setting: Working at Schuester and Sylvester's assistant Santana Lopez gets hit by a car. Santana's P.O.V.

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"Alright, I'll see you later, Santana!" Vicky yells as we split off in the parking lot.

"Try to get laid tonight!" I yell! She flips me off and I laugh and wave. "Love you, Vic!" Today has been a long but good day. Now all I need is a hot bubble bath and a glass of wine…. Okay, maybe a bottle of wine.

I click my keys to find my car and out of nowhere, a big ass SUV backs into me with the bumper ramming into my stomach, landing my on my ass. The car stops and I'm rolling on the ground in exaggerated pain because I'm nothing but an assistant and I don't get paid that well. Hopefully it's one of the assholes of the building and I can sue the shit out of this man.

"MY ASS! MY ASS! YOU BROKE MY ASS!"

Unfortunately, the driver just sits there for a full minute and I stop rolling around but keep the tears rolling while wondering if he's contemplating finishing the job of running me over or if he doesn't understand what just happened. Slowly- and I mean fucking slow- the driver opens the door and sticks out a head of blonde curls. Turns out it's a woman. More sympathy points if it's a male judge.

I start rolling on my stomach and clutch my booty cheeks. "Ohhh, my God! I wonder if I'm still pregnant! I doubt I'll be able to shit again!" I whimper when I feel a tentative shadow loom over me.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD! I HIT YOU!" A woman yells in a husky voice. No shit, Sherlock.

"NO SHIT, SHERLOCK!" I yell, not knowing what else to say. I look up at her and am so shocked at the beauty, I stop rolling for a few second. She has long blonde hair flows out her beanie, accenting her perfect cheekbones and facial structure. She wears a blue sundress that's painted on to her curves and she has an air to her that makes her seem sexy without even trying. Her worried and panicked expression is so cute. I should get up and say hi.

'Wait! I need money!' Snixx, my alter ego, reminds me. I start to sob and feel around my body and start saying a prayer, knowing full well that I haven't prayed since I was twelve. "Father God, please let me live to see my Abuela before she dies on her cancer bed. Lord, allow me to see my children grow to be good men in society. Allow the opportunity to teach my kids to drive and not deprive anyone the chance of shitting again, Lord. In your name, Amen."

I keep my eyes closed as I hear her whimpering and pacing around. "Do you work here?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I'm a photographer here, I work on the sixth floor under Ms. Sylvester."

"Well take a picture of this, bitch!Twitter update!" She glares at me before she lets out a broken sob. I feel bad, but I have to keep going. " Schuster and Sylvester's employee can't go to work because of broken ass due to malicious attack as photographer runs over Santana Lopez while the victim was unaware. Employers think this was a plotted attack against the company. Poor Santana Lopez just happened to be in the middle of the crossfire."

She goes pale, then red, and pale again as I continue. I'm seriously worried about her blood circulation. "Please don't tell me you're high up in this building. I just finished art school and I'm trying to apply to the paper as a photographer! I'm barely even an intern! I don't even work here yet! I can't pay for a new ass!" She rambles hysterically.

'She's broke... Abort mission.' Snixx sighs.

I frown and let out a heavy sighs and get to my feet and dust myself off. The blonde looks at me in wonder and confusion written all over her puffy, red-eyed face. "What the hell?! Why are you standing, your ass is broken!" She turns me around and feels all over my ass.

"Not that I don't enjoy this- and I'm guessing you do too-, but it's not broken. I was hoping you were one of the assholes in the building with money so I could sue you so bad you have to eat Ramen until you're ninety But you probably already do since you're broke so it's no point of exaggerating the truth." I tell her.

She stops mid-grope and her hand is squeezing piece of my butt so I swat her hand away with a chuckle. She has her mouth gaping open dry tear tracks on her cheeks. "So you're not important?"

"I would like to think I am but I guess not now! Thanks for boosting my confidence." I say dryly.

"You don't have kids and you're not pregnant either?" She asks with a confused and hopeful pout.

"Not unless my ex grew a dick." I smirk.

At this, she looks at me for a moment until it dawns on her. She shakes her head and chuckles. "We should start over." She sticks her hand out. "Hi, I'm Quinn Fabray. I'm twenty-two years old, just graduated with an art degree from NYU, and I just hit you with my car. Nice to meet you."

In spite of myself, I laugh and shake her hand. "I'm Santana Lopez; I have a business degree from NYU and am a twenty-two year old, non-important assistant to one of the biggest dicks at Schuester, got hit by you, and am single."

She beams the most beautiful smile I've ever seen and lets out an adorable laugh. "Well, Santana, I think I should make it up to you. How about we swap numbers and I can take you out for a beer or something sometime soon?"

I smile. "I'd like that."

A/N: I'm thinking about writing a story from this for the free day. What do you think? :/