Chapter 2

Fool Me Once, Shame on You; Fool Me Twice, Shame on Me

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Santana's POV

I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you asked for it
'cause you need one, you see

I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you tell me it's
Make or break in this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If all you have is leaving I'm gonna need a better
Reason to write you a love song today

My cellphone beeped which startled me to wake. I looked at my night stand and the clock indicated it's only 8:00 in the morning; I sat up to search for my agitated phone and saw an unregistered number. The call must be work related so I promptly swipe my iPhone to answer the call.

"Gooooood morning beautiful!" A chirpy voice greeted me at the end of the line; my mind instantly worked double time to match a familiar face to that chirpy voice but failed miserably.

"Who's this?" I asked my caller after my mind exhausted all its effort to name my morning offender.

"Guess who?"

"I didn't remember registering on "Name that tune" and I'm not even sure that game's still on TV." I barked out sarcastically. People who know me wouldn't dare call and agitate me in this time of the morning, so whoever was at the end of the line must be a prank caller.

"Are you always this snarky? I bet you haven't had your magic potion for the day." The statement hit home. Who would be this chirpy that I could feel her smile without even seeing her, and would try to invade my peacefulness with her irritating cheerful attitude, and obviously knows about my coffee addiction?

"Quinn fucking Fabray"

"Took you too long to recognize me, honestly, I'm quite disappointed." God this girl really knows how to push my buttons.

"What do you need? And how did you get my number?"

"I got your number from a friend, who knows a friend, who works for a friend who knows your number. Seriously, you're in the advertising world a lot of people knows your number." She stated.

"I lost you on the word friend. Can you answer my other question then, what do you need?"

"I have a business proposal, I'm outside your apartment and I brought your coffee, care to open up for me?"

"You're where? First you got my number and now you know where I live? Are you a stalker?" I stood up and dress up so I would look decent for my uninvited visitor.

"Well, I might have bribed people to find your place." She admitted and I heard her sigh nervously.

"You're stalking me! You're stupid to think I would let you in! How would I know if you're not a serial killer or something?!" I was irritated but I went out my room and behind the entrance door of my apartment, making sure that I double locked it, that I am still safe from an invader.

"Come on Santana we've been friends for a while now."

"Are you freakin' kidding me?! I ate at your diner regularly but that doesn't make us friends." I come back to the diner every now and then, but only for the coffee. O-kay maybe also because of some delicious food they serve and the nice people in there too. I have learned that the name of the cashier/barista is Marley, a college student working part-time in the diner. When her shift is done or when she's not around, Jake takes over; he's a scumbag, always slacking around, and always flirting with me. I asked Quinn why she still keeps him with that kind of attitude, she said Jake is a good guy if I get to know him, which is very unlikely. Speaking of the owner, the boss, the very irritating Quinn Fabray, she always makes an impression everytime I visit the diner. Either she'd sit at my table and distract me with my work, or she'd make a coffee and stick a post-it on my mug with sweet notes whenever she's busy in the register and kitchen. I'm the new regular customer and they won me by throwing my coffee in the bin and forcing me to taste their magical coffee. And that's not a figure of speech but a literal story of what really happened one Monday morning. We may have a customer-employee relationship but that does not equate near friendship.

"I have your coffee at hand and it's getting cold." She negotiated.

"I'm still not sure I could trust you with my life, you can't bribe me with coffee." I leaned back on the door, sliding down to sit on the floor.

"You know where my business is, you know my employees name, one of my customer who tried to flirt with me thought you're my girlfriend, that Mikey guy you had an appointment with already met me. I'm quite clumsy if I'm planning to do something bad to you, don't you think? And I have a business proposal, so could you just stop leaning at the door and open it up."

"Did you just say a customer thought I'm your girlfriend? And how did you know I'm behind the door?"

"Let's just say your presence makes my heart skip a beat, so just unlock the door because I wanna see that beautiful face of yours." She chose to ignore my first question on purpose but I sure will dig up that question in the future. I stood up still debating if I'll open the door for her.

"Charming but still not opening the door, stalker."

"Okay, my father bought the diner for me with the condition that I would give him back the capital he cashed out in one year. I only have 5 months left and I'm way too far from reaching my goals." She explained.

"What's that got to do with me? If you need money, you got the wrong person. I'm a graphic designer, I'm not a banker."

"That's not what I am here for; maybe you can open the door so we can talk about it." I don't think she'll do anything bad to me, but I still need to make sure I could protect myself if ever she'll try anything. So I went to the kitchen to get something that I could carry in my pocket. A fork will just poke my butt, a spoon cannot do any damage, a kitchen knife is too obvious to carry, so I settled for a dinner knife, put it inside my pocket and went straight to the door to open for my uninvited visitor.

"You're a breath of fresh air." She greeted me with a big grin. Gah! I really hate that smile on her face!

"And you're as irritating as ever!" I gestured her to come in and the first thing she did was went straight to my kitchen and set up the table. "I didn't give you permission to invade my kitchen, but go ahead help yourself." I said sarcastically.

"So can you continue about the business proposal, let's not beat around the bushes and talk about what you came here for." This situation is very familiar, it's like the first time I met her, I was insisting on a business meeting and she'll insist of making me drink her cup of coffee. Déjà vu, the memory made me smile a little… okay a lot, it made me smile a lot! It's not because of Quinn but because of the coffee!

"Let's eat first, I brought you some muffins I baked this morning and ofcourse a cup of your magic potion, Ta-da!" She wiggled her hands at the cup of coffee like it was a prize I won from a game show, well something to that effect.

"Oh God, you're too enthusiastic in the morning! Are you always like this?"

"You bring out the best in me babe" She said winking. "Come on let's eat then we'll go straight to business, I promise!"

"Really, babe?! Seriously, can you stop acting so sweet, charming and lovely because it's disgusting?"

"It's nice to know, you find me lovely." She said cheekily making me groan in frustration. I decided to eat and not talk so I could avoid any more banters with her. I haven't really moved on with how Ms. Quinn "Dopey Smile" Fabray made her presence known to me. Whenever the thought of that day cross my mind, there's like this switch turning on inside me (okay that sounds nasty but that's not what I meant) like I wanna bit someone to death. I mean that day may have been successful with the meeting with Mr. Chang and with my new found coffee, but the feeling of being deceived overpower any other feeling I felt for that particular day.

"You have a very nice place." Quinn complimented my apartment, trying to make small talk. "Your living room is that where you work?" she asked pointing at my work station.

"Yes, that's where I do everything from planning the project, producing graphic from sketches to making a prototype for clients approval, revisions, sending softcopies copy to client which is sometimes optional it depends on the contract, and ofcourse the printing. I don't have gigantic printing machines but I do have a flexo printing machines for small time projects but it's inside one of the guest room."

"Wow, I don't even know what you're talking about." She said dumbfounded which made me roll my eyes. "But I can feel your passion so seeing you smile while explaining the stuff you do is enough to make my heart beat fast." Then she winked.

"You're lucky, you brought me a coffee or else you won't even see a glimpse of this place." I took my first sip for the day. Ugh heaven. I heard a giggle which made me fall back to earth. "What is your problem Fabray? Can you give me atleast a few seconds of peacefulness?"

"I'm sorry, it just amazes me how you love your coffee so much. Everytime you take your first sip, I make sure I'm watching so I won't miss how you tilt your head back and how you roll your eyes in pleasure, it's like you're having sex with your coffee. It's a breath-taking seen for me." She made her signature half smirk.

"You are such an offensive human being you know that?! My coffee and I am not a sexual object."

"I'm sure your coffee is not, but on the other hand, you…"

"Okay, you need to stop right there because if you continue, I'll make sure you'll take home a black eye or a broken bone." I threatened her raising a fist just to make sure I prove a point, but as usual she shrugged it off with a giggle. She will never be intimidated at me, will she?

"You're funny, you know that?"

"Well, I am not trying to be! Can we talk about the reason why you're here?"

"To see you, that's the reason why I'm here actually."

"Can we just be serious for once, tell why you came here to see me!" I demanded.

"Well you see, I was baking muffins this morning for the diner. When I finished I realized that I haven't seen my favorite customer for days, so why not visit her since I already made my research as to where she lives and how I can contact her. I know it would take some battle for her to let me in her place, so I brought her coffee because I know coffee could persuade her to open the door for me." She smiled brashly.

"What?! I thought you have a problem with the diner?

"Which I have to make up because apparently the coffee is not doing it's magic on you, I have to improvise because I really want to see you."

"You tricked me?!" I asked incredulously.

"Again… Yes and I have to go now before you kill me." before I can make a move on my sit, she was already on her feet striding towards me, then she leaned and kissed my cheek which shocked me, before I can react she was already at the door. "It was nice seeing you babe!" she said then she was gone, leaving me frozen holding my marked cheek.

It took me a few minutes to collect myself and change my demeanour from a blushing high school girl to a raging wild Latina. No one ever messes up with Santana Lopez and get away with it, well, not until now. But that's about to change because I am planning on something to make Quinn Fabray lose that irritating smirk off of her face and I will wear it on me as a sign of my triumph for a debt I collected.

Quinn "Dopey Smile" Fabray, you are about to experience the fury of one Santana Diabla Lopez.

A/N yay, another chapter done! So I decided to continue this story. I hope you like it!

Thanks for the people who encourage me to continue this. =)