Heeey guys. I almost cannot believe that people are actually reading this. I'm so happy about it *-* Thank you so much for the feedback and I hope everybody continues to enjoy it as much as I do.
See, I'll tell you a secret: I don't really have all twelve girls figured out yet. There's room for two or three more. So I was thinking about a little game. If you guys are into that, you could create a character - name, appearance, job, a little personality - and maybe this girl will have her chance with Santana in one of the 12 dates. What you think? Let me know.
Have fun ;) See U soon.
2 – Sarah, the pyromaniac stalker
"I just hate Valentine's Day." Kurt says as we walk through those pink and red streets with hearts and balloons and cupids in the chilly February air.
"Did you know that hearts are actually based in the shape of a woman's ass bending over?" Rachel informs us when a boy in front of a chocolate store gives her a helium balloon.
"Where did you take that from?" I ask watching her tie the balloon to her wrist, like a five years old would.
"From Amy Farrah Fowler."
"Who?"
"The Big Bang Theory. There was a marathon last night."
"Oh, can't believe I missed it! I so love watching Jim Parson's sexy nerdy style."
"God. You guys really need a date." I say shaking my head and Kurt gives me an almost assassin look.
"No, Santana. You need a date. So maybe you'll stop scaring away every boyfriend aspirant we bring home." He replies.
"Don't know what you're talking about."
"You managed to get eleven cats inside our apartment last week, when you knew Mark was coming over." Rachel accuses me, her forehead wrinkling.
"So what?"
"He's allergic to cats!"
"How was I supposed to know that?"
"I told you that!" Rachel rolls her eyes and for a moment it looks like she'll stop in the middle of the street just to tap her foot at me. In my defense, this Mark guy is really lame and watching him sneeze his lungs off until his nose swelled to the size of a pumpkin was the most fun Rachel ever had with him, I'm sure. She should thank me.
"I was just making an experiment, ok? If I'm gonna be an old single lady, as it seems you guys think, I'm better get along well with cats."
"You're not gonna be an old single lady." Kurt affirms.
"Surely not. Won't happen! We won't let it." Rachel agrees right the way.
"And why is that?"
"Cause it seems, Ms. Lopez, that if you're not getting some," Kurt puts his girly hands in my shoulders and looks me in the eyes "none of us are getting either."
"Such a drama queen, Hummel."
"Just try to enjoy your date."
"Is she at least into women?" I ask and Kurt rolls his eyes.
"That's a fair question." Rachel says, smiling funny.
"Yes! And she was very excited about meeting you. So play nice."
"What's her name again?"
"Ahn…" He thinks for a moment, scratching his beardless chin.
"You don't remember her name?"
"Well, I don't know her that well, so…"
"What the hell, Kurt! You're setting me up with some random girl?"
"What's the big deal?"
"She could be a serial killer, Kurt." Rachel answers before I can.
"She could be a vampire novel writer." I go on.
"She could be a Nicki Minaj's fan." Rachel adds.
"What side you are, Berry?" Kurt asks her in a serious voice. "We're in a public place. You'll be fine. She's a nice girl and will be here any minute, so ask her all you want." He finishes, adjusting his bag on his shoulder and turning away.
"What if she's an American Idol watcher? What if I come back home talking like Simon Cowell?" I ask and Kurt stops for a moment to look at me.
"Mr. Cowell is out of American Idol for years now. You. Will. Be. Fine. Rachel, let's go!"
"Look, I definitely do not want to jeopardize your dates. Especially because I really would like you to stop jeopardizing mine, but-" Rachel sighs and lows her voice so Kurt won't hear. "In case of an emergency, call me and I'll play your safe card. And by an emergency, I don't mean a third wheel friend."
"Rachel, come on!" Kurt shouts from a few steps ahead, where he waits for Berry to follow him.
"Get going, Berry. I know how to handle all kinds of creeps. Been practicing since high school, you know."
"You sweet, sweet girl." Rachel smiles ironically, handing me the heart shaped helium balloon. "Please get laid soon." She completes before turning her back and hurrying to Kurt.
Then I'm standing alone in the middle of Times Square. And even thought I'm surrounded by tourists and the Valentine's decoration makes me feel like a unicorn puked all over, I happen to like Times Square and all its lights and stores.
I take my time in front of a McDonald's, watching the afternoon sun going down, and don't get to wait very long before I hear a call.
"Hey girl."
"Holla." I say to the woman who just approached me.
She is a discreet blonde, her yellow hair curled up in one long braid. She's using army boots and a brown leather jacket. She's not smiling or seeming anxious. Her hands are placed in her jeans pockets as she stares at me long.
"Are you my date?" I ask when she doesn't say anything else.
"Am I?"
"What's your name?"
"What you want it to be?" She asks me back, a shadow of a smile in her blue eyes.
"Are you Pretty Woman-ing me?"
"You wouldn't afford it if I was." The blonde says, seeming to have fun, and offers me a hand. "I'm Sarah. Sarah Jackson."
"Santana-"
"Lopez. I know." Sarah interrupts me as we shake hands and I raise an eyebrow, watching her closely. "Is that for me?" She asks, indicating the balloon.
"Hell, no." I say, releasing it and the helium makes it float away. "So, are we going somewhere?"
"We're already somewhere. Are you hungry?" She questions and then something rings loudly.
Not again!, I think when she takes it off her jacket – a pager. But Sarah turns it off without even looking at the screen and puts it away again.
"What?" She asks when her look goes back to my face. I guess I seem surprised – it's not every day someone turns off a pager to be with you!
"Who carries a pager?" I say, instead of the truth.
"Surgeons." Sarah answers with a quick smile. "Are you hungry or what?"
"In the matter fact, I am."
"Great, cause I have a gastronomic tour in mind." She says and starts walking. I follow her.
"You're not a surgeon." I say and Sarah gives me a glance. "Your hands. Surgeons have delicate hands, and yours are not. I can see some bumps and scratches from here."
"So…?"
"You're not a surgeon."
"I didn't say I was. I just said surgeons carry pagers."
"You clever girl." I mumble and Sarah smiles fully. She has white teeth that form some kind of sexy yet serious grin. I like it.
"You're very observant." She says as we stop in front of a hotdog stand. "We'll have two chilidogs, please."
"That's our gastronomic tour? Through hotdogs cars?"
"The best ones in town."
"And you just ordered for me? What if I don't like chili?"
"You like chili. And I'm not saying that because you're Mexican."
"How do you know?"
"Everybody likes this chili." Sarah responds, accepting the hotdogs and paying the guy.
"How do you know I'm Mexican?"
"Oh." She gasps for a moment and hands me my chilidog. "I don't. I guessed."
"Right." I stray the foil and bite the chilidog. "Damn, this tastes good."
"I told you so. Come on." Sarah keeps walking among the tourists and I stay besides her. We just eat for a few moments.
"How do you know Kurt?"
"We're kinda friends." She says and I blink in disbelief.
"He didn't remember your name today."
"We're not best friends." Sarah refutes, and I just wrinkle my forehead. "We buy coffees in the same coffee shop, at the same time, for some months now. We bump in each other almost everyday. That's it."
"And somehow you ended up in a date with me, even though Kurt doesn't know you enough to remember your name."
"I'm truly more concerned about you remembering my name, from now on." Sarah states stopping at the sidewalk to throw the rest of her hotdog at a dump. I do the same, except that I ate the whole thing and just throw the paper away.
"That was a good answer." I admit and she nods a bit.
"Is there room for more food?"
"Always." I say and we go down the Seventh Avenue till the next hotdog stand.
"Two vegans, with that bittersweet sauce."
"You gonna pick my food up all night?"
"What if I am?" Sarah asks me with a crooked smile. "Do I notice a trusting issue there?"
"What if I don't like hotdog at all?"
"That again? You eat hotdog everyday. I'd say it's your favorite food." Sarah sighs, ordering two cokes and stopping me in the middle of an attempt to pay. "My treat."
"Sarah?"
"What?"
"How the hell do you know I eat hotdog everyday?" I ask, biting my treat. It tastes so fucking good that I can't believe it's really vegan. My eyes almost pop out of my head. Hotdog in goddamn right my favorite food.
"God, Santana. I just said anything to you stop complaining." She rolls her eyes at me like I'm making an idiot question, and chuckles. I'll let it pass for now.
"I have to bring Rachel here sometime."
"Who?" Sarah asks immediately.
"Rachel. A friend of mine." I say, chewing again.
"Rachel…?"
"Berry. Rachel Berry." I sip my coke. "She's a vegan pain in the ass. But she'll love it."
"Rachel Berry." Sarah mumbles to herself, like she's trying to memorize the name.
"Hey, Sarah."
"Hi?"
"Who carries a pager?"
"Hookers." She says and I laugh.
"Wearing this?"
"What's wrong with my clothes?"
"Nothing. That's my point."
"Once again: I did not say I am a hooker."
"What do you are?"
"Today, just your date."
"Damn, you're really good at evasive answers."
"You have no idea." She laughs as we sit at the plastic benches around the hotdog stand. "So, tell me."
"What?"
"Your story."
"What you mean?"
"Tell me your story."
"Oh, I don't really like talking about myself." I say and Sarah just raises her eyebrow, sips her coke and stares at me. "Ok, well. I guess it all started when my abuela met my abuelo."
"Ancient story, all right." Sarah nods, still watching me mindfully. "Go on."
So a half hour later…
"Then I was born a week after that…"
One hour later…
"In the fourth grade this boy starts flirting with my best friend and suddenly she won't spend the school break with me anymore. I was so… So…"
"Sad?"
"Pissed! Who that little bitch thought she was? Two days after that I had the boy knelt in front of me with a ring."
One and a half hour later…
"That's how I made to High School. The best years of my life..."
"Until now."
"Yes, until now."
"I was a cheerleader too, you know." Sarah says, grinning at me.
"I never said I was one."
"Come on. You have 'cheerleader' all over you."
Two hours later…
"And she was great, actually. Not they'd have done it without me, but… Yeah, Rachel was great that night and we won Nationals."
"The same Rachel you used to slushie all the time?"
"Yeah, but we got to be friends after that."
"The same vegan pain in the ass Rachel?"
"Sort of friends."
Two and a half hours later…
"So I moved in with Kurt and Rachel, and they were mostly nice, but I had to help pay rent, so I got some crap jobs…"
"Yeah, the Coyote Ugly just seems nice at that movie."
"You knew I was a coyote?" I ask, suspicious.
"What- I- What? Were you?" She blushes and shakes her head. "Like for real? No, of course I didn't know! I just… It was a joke!"
"Ahm…"
Three hours later…
"I got this really good internship in a big Publicity Company, and when I got home there was a surprise party waiting for me. What, I have to say, was nice because they didn't know I was in. But Rachel said they knew for sure, because no one would take what Ms. Satan Lopez wants for herself." I smile at that and shake my head. "We got really wasted and made some bets and duels with Rent songs… And now I'm paying the price."
"Hm, so I am the price?" Sarah asks me softly. My ass is sore for spending so many hours in that plastic bench, but she seems as interested in what I say as she was at the beginning.
"Not exactly. It's a big price that I'll pay in plots through the year. A date a month, that's the deal."
"What! That's not really fair. What if… I don't know, what if you find someone before that?"
"Guess I could just date the same person every month, if I want to."
"Better. I was getting unmotivated here." She says and I smile.
"Now tell me something about you."
"What do you wanna know?"
"Well, we could start with… Who the hell carries a pager?"
"Drug dealers." Sarah strikes back and gets up.
"You wouldn't have turned it off." I say and accept the hand she offers me to pull me out of the bench.
"You're underestimating the importance of our date." We walk our way back to Times Square and Sarah makes a quick stop to get me a pretzel, without bothering asking if I want one. But of course it just tastes amazing when I bite it.
"Come on, tell me something about you. A hobby. What do you like to do?"
"Well, I like to burn stuff."
"Burn like… making them… look hot?"
"Burn like lighting a fire and throwing stuff at it."
"In what world is that a hobby?"
"Oh, come on, don't you like to play with fire?" She asks me in a rough voice.
"Well… why don't you tell me a little more about it?" Sarah smiles and takes a look at her watch.
"I'll do better. I'll show you. Let's go."
She takes the lead, walking fast and making our way through the amused tourists that try to take picture of every light on Times Square. Moments later we're close to this group of guys that seem to be putting together some kind of stage to a street show.
"Hey, Jack."
"Sarah!" This strong guy with tattoos covering his big arms and using lots of eye liner turns to her and smiles brightly. "Long time no see."
"Yeah, I know. Look, this is Santana. Santana, this is an old buddy, Jack."
"How you doing?" Jack nods at me while the two other guys take a few things out of bags.
"Pretty good." I say, still chewing my covered in sugar and chocolate chips pretzel.
"So, I'm kind of trying to make an impression here…" Sarah says, shameless, smiling at me in a bit dirty way. "Would you help me?"
"Course!" Jack smiles fully and Sarah kisses him in the cheek before joining the other guys.
"Sorry, lady, but you'll have to take a few steps back."
"What- Why?" I ask, instantly fixing my feet where I stand. I'm actually trying to see what Sarah is setting up.
"Safety." Jack says, using his brawny arms to make me back off.
I roll my eyes, but it doesn't take long before I understand what he's talking about. Suddenly there are more lights competing in those sidewalks. Warm and bright lights. Fire. Sarah took her jacket off and I can see her slim arms and the curve of her breasts that look bigger than I thought. But my attention is drawn to her hands – where two sticks have the edge on fire. The flames make Sarah's blue eyes glow. She looks directly at me before she runs the fire edge through her arm naked skin.
"You crazy?" I shout, but she only chuckles and does it again. Doesn't seem to hurt her.
Jack calls Sarah's attention. He has two sticks at his hand too. And at a signal, they start trading them in the air. Hurling the sticks to each other's hands, at the same time, in a perfect choreography. All I can see is the fire drawing glowing lines in the air, as Sarah's hands work faster and faster.
Then, at a move, Jack starts to take care of the four sticks alone. Juggling them with such ability! When Sarah comes back to the "center of the stage", she's wearing gloves and holding three small balls on fire. She juggles then; she spins herself while juggling then. She and Jack start trading again and I swear I can hear Alicia Key's voice screaming "this girl is on fire" while I watch. It's amusing and Sarah knows it. She's confident, sexy and absolutely scary.
When the show's over, twenty minutes later, I notice the amused crowd around me. Sarah puts her jacket on again and walks towards me.
"What did you think?"
"What was that supposed to tell me about you? That you're a crazy pyromaniac?" I ask, my hands in my waist as I stare at her seriously.
"Yes, what else?" Sarah laughs, not upset at all with my understate of her show.
"I liked it."
"I know." She smiles that sexy grin again and I get even more serious.
"Now will you tell me the truth?"
"About what?"
"About everything. You've been evasive or lying about pretty much everything since this date started." I let out but Sarah just raises her eyebrows calmly.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Come on, Ms. I-carry-a-pager. You obviously know a lot more about me than you're willing to admit. And I know you didn't get that for Kurt, because you're not friends, you don't talk a lot, cause he never mentions you and he doesn't really know your name." I tap my feet at her, trying to shake a bit all of that confidence.
"So…"
"I know you're a cop. The pager and those…" I point at her boots. "gave you up. But there's a lot more you're not telling me. Not all good food in New York can make my psych third Mexican eye go blind."
"You're right, I am a cop. But that does not configure a lie, since I never told you I was anything else…"
"Sarah, I am this close to go all Lima Heights on you."
"Uh, will I like that?"
"No, you won't!"
"All right, fine!" She sighs and rubs her blue eyes, before looking at me again. "You really wanna know?"
"Yes."
"I didn't lie all the time. I met your friend Kurt at Magg's Coffee, where we both buy breakfast every morning. But whatever, I never paid much attention at him, till one day… You came along. I hear you ordering a marshmallow latte, decaff, with extra sugar. The same I order everyday. I get interested. So I hope you'll show up again next day, but you don't. Neither the day after. So one morning I follow your friend when he leaves Magg's and he comes all the way till a Broadway theater, where I find out he's part of a musical. But you're not. You're still a mystery. So I buy a ticket to that musical, I send a really big bouquet to Kurt's dressing-room and I use my badge to get backstage at the end of the play, where I kiss Kurt's ass a lot. A lot. He tells me about his career, his life and his roommates, Rachel Berry and Santana Lopez – was no hard to figure what one was the Latin girl I was into. So I google you when I get home, and do a little more research in my job. I get more interested. Next morning, what a surprise!, I run towards Kurt at Magg's where I do some more ass kissing, and offer him a ride to Broadway. I drive slowly so I manage to tell him I'm gay, I'm single, I'm looking for someone. Cause, yes, I knew you were gay from the moment I saw you, and if there's a truth in life, it is: if someone has two gay single friends, this someone will try to match them up. I bet. And I won. So here we are."
"Dios, Sarah!"
"I know…"
"That's the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me."
"Really?" Her eyes pop out a little, darker than ever.
"No! You're a crazy psycho stalker! What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking of you." She answers at ease. Nothing can shake this girl's structures.
"You're absolutely out of line. You dug me up with your policeman powers?"
"Yes… Yes, I did."
"Unbelievable!" And I mean it, so I don't know why I feel like laughing so much.
"You're laughing."
"What, should I cry?" I ask and Sarah just shakes her beautiful serious blonde head and blinks slowly.
"Does that mean I don't get to see you again?"
"No. That means I pretty much would like you to guarantee I'll be seeing you too everytime you see me." I answer and Sarah's smile is wild.
"You got yourself a deal."
Sarah still has the time to take me to the most awesome cupcake shop before she has to turn her pager on again and run to attend some call at the station where she works.
"So, was she nice or what?" Kurt asks me by the phone when I'm looking for a cab.
"She's a pyromaniac stalker, Kurt!"
"What? Did the date suck again?"
"The date was great. We're going out again next week."