Hello everyone! Thank you for all the reviews and i shall take a moment to respond to one because it really confused me
JustBrittana: why would you like me to remove Brittany's name from the description? There's no reason for it and if you assumed at first glance this was a brittana story, i clearly stated this was a quinntana fanfic in the description as well.
also have you all heard Dianna is engaged to winston marshall? ugh im so sad about it, but on the brightside since he has long hair, if you squint your eyes at a picture of them together, it looks like dianna is dating a woman haha.
"Are you always that bitchy?" Quinn asked nonchalantly as she walked beside Santana, no longer holding her hand as she was minutes ago, which may or may have not disappointed Santana…not that she would ever admit it.
"What do you mean?" Santana questioned taking a glance at Quinn subtly trying to figure out her body language, watching as the blonde stood up a bit straighter and made eye contact with her.
"I mean like are you ever bitchy to every stranger you meet, and do you also always eye fuck them and ask to walk them to their dorms?"
She's so hot when she curses
Santana could distinctly hear the smirk in Quinn's tone.
Not one for letting someone have all the fun, she decided to partake in some friendly, flirtatious banter.
"Not always, I mean only to the attractive ones." Santana said cockily, awaiting Quinn's reaction.
"Oh so now you're calling me attractive?" Quinn quirked an eyebrow disbelievingly and stopped her pace to fully turn and look at the immensely attractive woman in front of her.
"Never said you were blondie, I was just simply stating facts." Santana teased, turning her head slightly to look at Quinn's blush and smile.
"Come on, let's keep walking or we'll never make it to orientation in time." Quinn said taking Santana's hand once more, trying to avoid what just happened, which only made Santana smile more, it meant she was getting to Quinn.
Santana never thought something so simple and stupid as holding someone's hand could make her so giddy, it made her feel energized and lightheaded so she chastised herself for getting too excited because it so wasn't badass. But when Quinn squeezed her hand to effectively get her attention, Santana swore she died and resurrected to feel her nerves tingle and her knees unsteadily hold her up.
Deciding that she needed to stop being so lame, Santana cleared her throat and decided to keep her roll going, unfortunately for Quinn who could barely contain her own emotions and newfound excitement she was undergoing unexpectedly.
"Why do you even want to go to orientation? I mean all they do there is make you play stupid icebreaker games that put too much stress on your image, like if you say something stupid, everyone will remember it and you'll be branded forever, it's more horrifying then I make it seem; trust me."
Quinn giggled, which Santana decided was the most heavenly sound bestowed upon her ears in her lifetime.
Get a hold of yourself Lopez!
"Well I tend to like those stupid icebreaker games as a matter of fact. They're a good chance for you to meet other friends before you go through the big experience that is college."
"Well you've already met me and you didn't even have to play any stupid games and I consider you a friend." Santana said, not sure if she was being too overbearing but Quinn decided she was being quite the opposite.
"That's a nice thing to say Santana, and I consider us friends as well even though you were ready to beat me up the first 5 seconds we met."
"That's beside the point blondie. Any who, aren't you a little old to be playing childish games Fabray?" Santana said haughtily, comfortable with using the girls last name sooner than she realized, it was some aurora that radiated off the blonde that made her feel...comfortable
"No one's really too old to play games Lopez," Quinn emphasized the Latina's last name, enjoying the way it rolled off her tongue. Hmm, she wondered if Santana is fluent in Spanish, now that would be something….
"Yeah keep telling yourself that." Santana scoffed, finally noticing she had no clue where they were going.
"Hey where are we by the way?"
"We're just off ways from the center of the campus, my dorm room should be right here actually. Help me find it, it's room 1187."
Why did that number sound so familiar to Santana? It's like she had heard it before the blonde mentioned it, but she disregarded the thought and looked around to find the room.
"Here's 1186 so room 1187 should be right….. here!" Quinn announced as she stepped in front of a large black door, eagerly twisting the doorknob to let herself inside.
She once more let go of Santana's hand to inspect the room of its contents and was surprised to see it was empty and her roommate had not come yet.
"Huh that's weird, I took forever to get here, courteously of one Santana Lopez,"
"Guilty as charged." Santana said blatantly as she plopped herself on one of the beds to take a minute to calm herself and all these emotions she was feeling.
"And my roommate hasn't even shown up. That's weird, but I suppose that's good because now I have first choice of either of the beds."
"Too bad for your future roommate, you're probably a snorer." Santana said as she inspected her nails
"Hey I am not!" Quinn defensively yelled.
"Anyways," Santana sat up, "I should probably go look for my dorm room, God knows if I get stuck on the right side of the room, I'm starting shit on the first day."
"Where is your dorm? Do you think it's close to mine?"
Santana smirked quite visibly
"Can't get enough of me already?"
Quin flushed and tried to hide her embarrassment by rolling her eyes and folding her arms.
"You know what, just tell me your room number so I can help you find it."
"Okay hold on a minute, I know I wrote it down somewhere but now I just have to remember umm," Santana looked at both of her hands and noticed some smudged ink on her left hand.
"Oh here, it's room…. Uh I can't read that, I think it's a 3? Huh weird, if I turn it this way it looks like a cat." Santana distractedly stated.
"Let me see." Quinn said and took Santana's hand and inspected the sloppy handwriting
"No way." Quinn gasped
"What you can see the cat too?" Santana asked excitedly
Quinn rolled her eyes and lifted Santana's hand to show it to her.
"It says 1187."
"Okay so you can't see the cat?"
"Santana! Forget about the damn cat, we have the same dorm! You're my roommate!"
"Holy shit this is even better than the cat!"
"Looks like someone can't get enough of me either." This time it was Quinn's time to look smug
"Don't flatter yourself Quinn. I wouldn't want you getting too excited. I mean for all you know I could be a horrible roommate and you'll get tired of me in less than a day, I assure you." Santana down talked herself.
"No don't say that, I bet you'll be a great roommate and to be honest, I'm kind of glad it's you." Quinn smiled affectionately at Santana.
She's absolutely breathtaking
"Me too blondie, me too, but hey I call the left side of the room!" Santana quickly said, trying to dismiss what Quinn said and covered up her feelings with backhanded comments
"We'll see about that."
"Oh now I'll definitely get to know if you're a snorer or not." Santana chucked as the blonde scoffed once more.
This is going to be fun
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