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Mouth agape in shock at the bravery of this girl, Santana found herself staring at the screen. She could not believe her antics were being one upped; it was always her doing the flirting, smooth talking and wooing. Her mind wandered at the last word. Certainly it was far too early for there to be any of that going on, but it sure as heck felt like it. Shaking it off and needing to redeem some of her coolness, she mentally told herself to play it cool.
canttouchthis21: heyy now! i was NOT scared. Just didnt want to scare U off. and about u not being able to touch this...
canttouchthis21: i said no such thing ;)
danceefreak: oh really? so what you're saying is...?
canttouchthis21: that we should move on? sweet!
So much for playing it cool she thought. Rolling her eyes she continued typing.
canttouchthis21: so anyway! to start this convo like a normal person: hi :) how's it going?
danceefreak: hahaha! awww, i thought we were doing so good!
danceefreak: but it's going well, thanks. how about u?
canttouchthis21: glad to hear that :) and same here. not too long ago got back from the mall with some friends.
danceefreak: ooo cool! got anything?
canttouchthis21: but of course! shopping is like my therapist and lets just say i needed a session today!
danceefreak: yeah? u ok?
"Crap!" Realizing the door for questioning was now opened, Santana began to panic. She decided to quickly dismiss it though.
canttouchthis21: yeah i'm good. thanks. so anyway, what are you up to?
danceefreak: i see u like changing the topic often. noted! haha =P
danceefreak: and i'm just here listening to music, talking to this intriguing person on aim...nothing new.
canttouchthis21: intriguing huh? i'll take that ;)
danceefreak: who said i was talking about u tho?
canttouchthis21: burn! i see u!
danceefreak: hahaha jkjk. you're the one and only!
A small blush crept upon Santana's face. Smiling and shaking her head, she wrote her response.
canttouchthis21: thanks? haha anyway, what are you listening to over there?
danceefreak: there u go changing the subject again! =P
danceefreak: i'll let u slide this time...i'm listening to Paramore!
canttouchthis21: ahh yes! saw that you listed them as one of ur favs...nice
danceefreak: heck yea! they're the best. already got my tickets for their tour next month =D
canttouchthis21: luckyy!
danceefreak: yup! so what are you up to?
canttouchthis21: nothingg at alll. just chillin
danceefreak: cool cool.
danceefreak: sooo i just realized i know absolutely nothing about u aside from the few details mentioned in your profile!
canttouchthis21: uh..yeah. this is true
danceefreak: well i mean we can keep it this way if you'd like? sorry for just assuming u'd wanna share. I totally get why u wouldn't want to...
Santana faced an internal struggle. She felt no threat from the girl and really wanted to divulge tidbits about herself, but she was scared shitless. Five minutes later after weighing the pros and cons, which strangely made her feel like Rachel Berry, she decided it could do no immediate harm. There was no way this girl would ever know her outside of the internet.
danceefreak: hey you there?
canttouchthis21: hey..yeah, sorry bout that. but you're right. how do you suggest we fix this? -_^
canttouchthis21: that's my raised eyebrow smiley btw! no making fun of it =P
danceeefreak: awww! that's fucking adorable. i love it!
canttouchthis21: andd now you're making me blush! moving on!
danceefreak: omg! stop it.
canttouchthis21: u stop! lol..so how about we play a game?
danceefreak: hmm...21 questions?
canttouchthis21: u read my mind! but can we leave out overly personal info? i'm still a little..concerned...
danceefreak: of course! we shall refrain :) so S...get it started!
canttouchthis21: sure. ok B...we'll start off simple. favorite color?
danceefreak: hmm..blue!
danceefreak: what grade are u in?
canttouchthis21: bout to be a soph...u?
danceefreak: same!...was that ur question?
canttouchthis21: no! =P my real ques is boobs or ass?
danceefreak: WOAH! way to get right to it! umm..i'd say ass! tho i like a good proportion of each. i gotta know your answer to that!
canttouchthis21: hahaha! i'd have to say i agree with you!
danceefreak: hmm...what's ur type when it comes to girls?
canttouchthis21: i have a thing for tall, slender dancer types with preferably lighter hair..umm..oo! i love! blue eyes. pretty much put the "all american" girl in front of me and i'll be in love lol.
danceefreak: OH...so ur that easy huh?
canttouchthis21: u wish!
danceefreak: i do lol
canttouchthis21: right..uhh first thing you notice about someone?
danceefreak: SMILE! i'm a sucker for a beautiful smile *swoonsss*
canttouchthis21: awww that's cute! i just so happen to have one of those ;)
canttouchthis21: too bad i won't be able to grace u with it =P lol
danceefreak: ohhh darn! lol
danceefreak: are u a virgin?
canttouchthis21: wow..uhh no. u?
danceefreak: nope.
canttouchthis21: u lose it to a boy or girl?
danceefreak: both? technically the guy went first...
Realizing what the girl was implying, Santana flipped out. She thought she was badass.
canttouchthis21: umm..pause. ur first time was a threesome? what the heck! holy shit u are fucking brave.
danceefreak: lmfao no! nah i was messing with u =P it was a guy first tho. u?
canttouchthis21: oh! too bad..i was about to be impressed ;)
canttouchthis21: but same. i've never done anything with a girl. i'm not out. that's definitely not exactly welcomed in small town USA.
danceefreak: small town huh? that must suck.
canttouchthis21: tell me about it. there's one openly gay kid in my school and he gets bullied daily. i can't wait to get out of here!
danceefreak: wow..really? that's insane. remind me never to move to where ever you are yeah? lol
canttouchthis21: ugh yeah..if it wasn't for my squad i'd wanna kill myself. anyway, i do believe it's ur turn :)
danceefreak: so it is. u say u can't wait to get out of there...where do u wanna head after hs?
canttouchthis21: this is COMPLETELY cliché, but i'd have to say new york or la
danceefreak: lol..speaking of clichés...that's totally my plan too! Prob school in ny for dance, then la for what's gonna be my awesome dancing career :D
canttouchthis21: a girl with ambition..i like it! just dont forget the little people when u make it big!
danceefreak: i sure wont! especially not you ;)
canttouchthis21: ahhh there u go again!
danceefreak: what ever are u speaking of? :)
canttouchthis21: i'm definitely rolling my eyes right now! but moving on! i suppose it's my turn?
danceefreak: lol k i'm done. and yesh it is
canttouchthis21: hmm..ok. gonna recycle ur question from earlier...what's ur type?
As she waited for a response, she glanced at her phone catching notice of the time. It was 10:02 pm.
"Shit! Quinn is gonna kill me!" She was supposed to meet her friend an hour ago for their weekly movie night/sleepover.
danceefreak: lol the complete opposite of urs! i like em shorter (than me at least), darker hair, nice bod/personality is a must of course, but i kinda like the badass, mysterious type. i dont know what it is but uh yeah...
canttouchthis21: OH..i dig lol.
Realization had set in that she was pretty much exactly what her internet friend had described. She contemplated sharing this information but thought better of it. Swallowing her pride, which was not an easy task for the feisty brunette, she reluctantly informed B of her impending departure.
canttouchthis21: tho i hate to cut this short, i have to go! i was supposed to meet my friend an hr ago but i got so caught up on here. she's gonna kill me lol.
danceefreak: aww i'm sorry! go!
canttouchthis21: are u kidding me? don't apologize...i enjoyed talking to u.
danceefreak: ditto :) but really..go! have funnn
canttouchthis21: ok. guess i'll talk to u?
danceefreak: of course! can't wait til then :)
canttouchthis21: sweet! ttys then :)
canttouchthis21: have a good one!
With that she signed out and ran for the door with her phone in hand returning the phone calls, which there had been about 5 of, along with a few text messages from Quinn.
"Where the hell are you?" Were the first words Quinn said.
"Q?...I'll be there in 10!" She hung up and pulled out of her driveway.
Exactly 9 minutes later, she drove into the Fabray yard where Quinn along with Rachel were sitting on the front steps. She ran over to the girls apologizing fervently.
"What the hell San! We do this every week...what happened?"
"I swear I just got caught up in something. I know you hate it when I'm late for anything..." It was true. Her friend absolutely despised things like this happening.
"What did you get caught up in?" Quinn's curiosity got the best of her.
"Don't worry about it?" Santana turned to Rachel sizing up the girl who visibly squirmed under her gaze.
"Berry" She offered with a nod.
"Hi Santana" The petite brunette gave a shy wave.
Quinn was still seething. Grabbing onto Rachel, she made her way inside without another word to Santana.
"Come on Q! You can't seriously be this mad at me?" Trailing into the house after the infuriated blond and a concerned looking brunette. "Great...now I'm gonna have to deal with this all night."
Plopping herself down on Quinn's bed, Santana mumbled about preferring to stay home talking to B as it would be a better use of her time. Unbeknownst to her, Quinn could actually hear her and caught snippets of it.
"Who's B?" She asked resulting in Santana looking like a dear caught in headlights, or their guidance counselor Ms. Pillsbury, as they liked to joke.
"Wha- uh...who?"
A/N: So I'm not really sure how I feel about the abundance of the actual aim conversation there is in this chapter/beyond. What do you guys think...should there be less of it or do you not mind it? Please let me know! Also, sorry for any mistakes!
Oh and thanks for the reviews/favorites/alerts! They're awesome...keep em coming :)