Blondes ch. 5 Santana perspective

You parked the car near your apartment, and you get out and walk up the five flights of stairs to your shared apartment. Opening the door, you do not even try to hide the grin on your face.

"Happy about something, are we Ms. Lopez?" Kurt asks with a knowing smile on his face.

"Details, now!" Rachel adds, glancing expectantly up at you.

You ignore them, while walking slowly to the kitchen cabinet. You grab a cup, pour some two percent milk into it, and grab three Oreos. Finally, you make your way to the couch and join Rachel and Kurt.

"Whatever are you talking about, Rachel?" You teasingly ask, keeping an innocent tone.

"Don't play dumb Satan, we deserve to know what happened with Quinn that caused this newfound sparkle of light in your eye!" Kurt answers for Rachel, but without any real anger.

"Oh, we just talked."

"About..." Rachel asks, looking a bit annoyed by now.

"Sports. The weather. Our deepest ambitions. Oh, and maybe about our friendship.." You trail off, savoring the tortured looks on Berry and Kurt's faces.

"What about your friendship?" Kurt asks.

You give in. "How it has turned into an official relationship," you say.

You did not know it was possible, but your smile at least triples as Rachel lets out a terrifying squeal. She dives across the couch and pulls you into a huge hug.

You slowly extract her arms off of you. "Watch it Berry. In case you didn't have the brain cells to put two and two together, I happen to be taken." You cannot keep the joy out of your voice. You laugh as you realize Quinn Fabray is the reason your so giddy.

"I'm so happy for you Santana! But details of what happened, please! You're killing us!" Kurt says.

"Well at the station we were talking, and I was wondering why she has been acting so weird all day.." before you can finish your story Kurt interrupt.

"Oh yeah, she was probably freaked out about our conversation early." Kurt states.

"Oh what did you guys talk about?" Rachel asks.

"I just gave her a shove in the right direction about sharing her feelings with you, Satan. Anyways, sorry continue please!" Kurt says.

You take a deep breathe for the dramatics of it all. "As I was saying, before Lady Hummel so rudely interrupted me, I asked her why she was being so weird, and she just said she was confused about us, and I asked her what she wanted, and she said for us to be together. And then I said that's what I wanted too." You finish.

"I'm so happy, but I still find it a bit weird! So you are going to tell Brittany, right?"

"Yeah, I'll tell her tomorrow. We haven't talked for a bit. I'm off to bed though, so goodnight guys." You say as you walk to your side of the apartment.

"Goodnight San! Super happy for you!" Rachel yells.

You change quickly and lay down, but before you pass out you get a quick text. To Quinn.

Your girlfriend.

Night Q. Enjoy the beauty sleep, thought you're already beautiful enough. xoxo 3

Waking up, you stretch your arms and check your phone, noticing you have half an hour until your bar shift. You also see you have two texts.

Quinn:Cheesy much, San? But I appreciate it. ;)

and another from Brittany

Britt-Britt: Hey I'm really sorry about our fight. Your right, I had no right. Do whatever you want with whoever you want, just make sure you have room for me as your best friend, ok?

They both make you smile. A lot. But you remember you should call Brittany, because she deserves to know. You hit one on your speed dial and wait until she picks up. As it is ringing, you realize you should probably change those speed dials.

"Hey, San!" Her voice is so much more happy then the last time you spoke.

"Hey Britt. Just calling in response to that text."

"Oh yeah. I'm really sorry about our last talk. I was so out of line. I just want us to practice being best friends, because I really miss you."

"Best friends sounds good. Really good, in fact. So I just wanted to let you know I'm seeing someone."

You hear two beats of two silence before you hear a response. "Oh that's great San! How did it happen?"

Her voice is all wrong. It's to high and cheery, and so fake. You are suddenly filled with guilt, because you know how painful this is for her. You know because she has done it to you way too many times. But she has to find out one way or another.

"Britt, it's Quinn."

Her voice isn't that cheery anymore. It's shaky now. "Oh, that's nice. It will just take me a bit to get use to though, is that alright San?"

"Of course Britt. I just wanted you to hear it from me, and no one else. But I've got to go to a shift, so we'll talk later, ok?"

"Alright San. Bye."

"Bye."

Quickly you get dressed and start walking over to the bar Jimmy's that you work at (you quit the other one because you were not down with those cowgirl outfits). You try to shake off the feelings of guilt from your conversation with Brittany.

It's really hard to do, though.

Once you get into the bar, it's pretty empty. You play Subway Surfer on your phone with your back to the barstool for a bit (getting paid for this is awesome) before you hear your first customer.

"Shot of whisky, please?"

You turn around to see whose drink you'll be making and you let out a small shriek of surprise. Yes, you, Santana Lopez, just shrieked.

Fucking Fabray, making you go soft and girly.

"Puck! What are you doing here?" You ask, leaning across the bar to give him a quick hug.

"Oh, Cali didn't work out. And i swore I wouldn't be a Lima loser. So, I figured I'd come up here and see what everyones hyping New York up about! Im not sure, maybe I would play a few bar gigs?"

"Sounds like the Puck I know. I think that would be good for you.

"Yeah, me too. And the city gals have got the Puckasourous all excited! But I'm sure you've tapped most of them already, my fine lesbro?" He asks with a wink.

You slowly turn around and pour his whisky slowly. "Actually, i'm seeing someone."

"What? After you and Brittany didn't work out, i thought you were going to try out these New York babes!"

"Me too. It just didn't turn out that way." You say, turning around and placing his shot on the bar.

"Well I want details! How hot is she?"

"Actually Puck, it's Quinn." You say.

And then you mentally face palm. How did Quinn and Puck leave things off? Shit. You honestly didn't lay that much attention. You think they were just friends, but you remember Quinn saying something about "helping" him with his history test that decided if he graduated. You watch as confusion, disbelief, jealousy, pain, and then a mask of happiness go through his face in a matter of seconds.

"I thought she didn't swing your way?" He asks, slowly.

"She's not sure what she is, but she's dating me. So I honestly don't care about her sexual label."

"Oh. But I need details, Lezpez! How did this happen?"

"It's a long story. Pretty boring, if I do say so myself."

"I've got quite a lot of time." He says, eager for your tale.

"Well, the bar is pretty slow, so want to wait as I close up and then you can come back to my apartment and hang out for a bit?" You ask. You've forgotten how much you missed Puck. You guys were the best of bros in senior year, and you want to regain that if he's sticking around NY.

"It would be my pleasure." He answers, flashing his signature devil smirk.

God, How you've missed that.

AUTHOR STUFF

Next Chapter will be Brittany POV, and her behavior in this chapter will be explained. dont think she's giving up on San, so quinntana shippers dont think you guys are in the clear yet!

Also, I've always seen pucktana as an awesome bromance. no matter that they do not talk on the show. But, his views on quinntana will be shown.

FINALLY, since when does santana want to dance?! wtf...