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a/n 2 - I have about half of this already written and outlined, but if there is anything you want to see, or suggest, feel free to PM or twitter me! Meeech69. I would love to hear some feedback. I am going to update as often as I can, but real life and an outdated laptop tends to make things a little difficult. I'm hoping for weekly, but I will definitely not abandon this story ever! I find too many stories that have been abandoned that I absolutely love and wish they would finish. So, as a promise, I will not do that to my readers.

a/n 3 - As always, a huge s/o to lyleerose...without her help and guidance, I wouldn't be doing any of this. Check out her story Meant to Be! It's awesome.

Disclaimer - I don't own Glee, but I wish I did, there would never have been Bram - only Brittana, Faberry and Tike. I love Sugartie! Score!

Part 2

Santana POV

Hmmmm, I wonder who that is? She must be new. I haven't seen her around before, Santana thought to herself. She looks nice enough. Shy maybe. But damn, those long legs and honey blonde hair, thump thump, thump thump! And those eyes, stunning piercing blue eyes! Fuck!

"Hey, Santana? Are you there? What's got your attention? Or should I say, who has your attention?" Puck asked with a cheeky grin on his face.

"Ahhhh, you were looking at the new girl in the elevator!" piped in Finn. The rest of the group gave a little chuckle.

"Easy on the eyes, eh, Santana?" Quinn said as she gave Santana an elbow to the ribs.

"I thought you weren't ready for the dating game or to jump into a new relationship yet."
Finn said. Exiting the elevator as they all started laughing.

"I just said that to my blind date!" Santana said, trying to justify her gaze on the woman exiting the floor below.

"So you are interested in her? Aren't you?" asked Tina, one of her other co-workers.

"I don't know Tina, but there was something about her. Achhh, It'll never happen, she's probably not even gay. But I guess straight, or bi or hopefully gay, anything would be better than the conceited, Buffy the Vampire wannabe Kitty Wilde I had to endure for 2 hours for my blind date! But I doubt I would have a chance anyway. Did you see her? She's beautiful." Santana said dejected.

"I'm not sure if you've noticed Satan, but you're one hot bad ass chica!" Puck added.

"Thanks Puck. Leave it to you to say it like it is. Even though, this time, I appreciate it." I smiled at my lesbro.

"No problemo'! That's what us Lesbro's are for." He laughed, wrapping his arm around me and kissing me on the top of the head.

"Wait! You're blind date was Kitty Wilde? Rachel Berry's understudy? The Rachel Berry? How could you not know who she is. No wonder she didn't talk about herself. Everyone knows practically everything about her anyway." Quinn said oblivious to my disdain.

"I don't...oooooohhhh. That Kitty Wilde! Stupido! Stupido! Stupido!" I said smacking myself in the forehead.

"Yeah, that Kitty Wilde. Who set you up on the blind date to begin with. I don't understand." Quinn chuckled.

"I didn't know it was her. Okay, everytime you talk about her, I only got the sweet side you see. Not the obnxious side I got on the blind date. I always thought Broadway stars are supposed to be down to earth or conceited as hell, not crazier than Lindsay Lohan taking out her girlfriends sportcar on a joyride and getting arrested with another girl. Fuck! Well, Quinnie Pooh, since you seem to know so much about her, I'll give you her cell number and you can have all the hobbit's understudy lady loving you want with the primadona diva!" I added.

"I have her number already, remember? We have a mutual friend. Come on San, she couldn't have been that bad?" Quinn chided.

"I'll keep it simple. She FUCKIN', sure as hell was! At least with me anyway. She's all yours sweetie! Try and tell me you're just friendly with her. I know you want to tap that. Admit it. Now back to the beautiful blonde Barbie we were talking about..." I said sarcastically, effectively changing the subject, turning from a gape mouthed Quinn and back to Puck and Mercedes.

"Hey, you never know. Crazier things have happened. So what if blondie is straight?" Mercedes, another co-workers and friends asked.

"From my experience Cedes, straight women don't work out for me. They're either experimenting, moving on to the next woman or going back to men. I don't know why, they just don't stay with me." Santana said matter of factly.

"Maybe it's because you show them Satan or Snixx instead of San-fucking I'm a sweetheart-tana. So whether she is or isn't, you're going to give up before even finding out?" Puck asked.

"Well, Mr. Smarty-pants, what do you suggest I do?" Santana chortled back snidely.

"Get to know her on the elevator!" Puck replied smugly.

"Real smart! How the fuck am I going to do that?" I snipped back.

"You're Santana Mother-Fucking Lopez! You'll figure something out." Puck responded.

How am I going to figure that out? I would like to get to know her better. I don't even know her name. What is it about her, though, that clicked? I have to figure that out. Just one glance from her and I felt a spark or connection or something. I am not going to focus well today I can tell already. My mind will be wandering on how to find out more about this woman other than the fact that she has the most fucking amazing blue eyes I've ever seen. First of all, knowing her name would help.

I know she has to be new, because I've never seen her here before today. Since, this was the beginning of a normal work week, I'm guessing it's her first day. I remember my first
day.

About 3 years ago, just before I graduated from NYU Tisch School of Music and Performing Arts, I applied to a few places in the area. I got several offers, but where I work now, was the best and most lucrative, as well as promising offer. So, I jumped at the chance to work for such a prestigious company. I actually got a job working with some of the best people in the music producing business. I had aspirations of making it as a singer or songwriter. I still write, but learning the business behind the business, was exhilarating. I loved learning about the studio, the producing and the mixing. I knew either path I chose, I was actually going to being working in an industry and with people that I enjoyed. Well, most of them anyway.

Now, I had become a force to be reckoned with, not because of my bitchiness, which I definitely could be. But because the fact that I was good at what I did. I was a protégé, you might say. I had a knack for picking the good ones, and the ear for the sound. Plus, I had a group of friends and co-workers that made the work exciting and fun.

There was Noah Puckerman, Puck to most of us. Goofy, thinks his Mohawk makes him badass, but all around nice guy. He's been my best friend since we were toddlers. We grew up across the street from each other, went to the same schools and found our way to New York together. He's always there for me, as well as trying to set me up on countless blind dates. I told him I would go on these blind dates as long as them had never been some of his one-night stands. He still had no plans to settle down anytime soon. We both had been employed with in months of each other, so working together on a daily basis was actually exciting. Puck was a musician by trade, but he also had a ear for talent and the smooth talking charm to bring them in. I was the deal closer to sign them.
Next, there was Sam Evans. I had met him through his girlfriend, now wife, Mercedes Jones. They basically came as a two-shot. Sam could sing and play guitar, but I knew his way around a studio and was mostly used as a studio musician and singer. Sometimes we would use his voice for voice-overs, because he had this uncanny knack of constantly breaking out into impromptu impersonations. So, we took advantage of that. Mercedes, on the other hand…..Diiiiivvvvaaaa! Funny and Ghetto as hell, but, man, what a powerful voice. Obviously, we use her for her pipes. She has had 2 albums go platinum, but she still chooses to stay with us.

Next, my best "girl" friend Quinn Fabray. She used to date Puck in High School, got pregnant, dated Puck again after college, then finally gave up on him ever settling down and just decided to be friends. Now, they are best friends as well. Strange how things work out. She is our corporate lawyer for the firm. She went to Yale Law School, but never lost touch with us. When the opportunity arose to bring us all back together, I jumped at it and coaxed her back to New York. Lately, I've caught her eyeing Broadway Star Rachel Berry from afar. She is always attending one of Rachel's shows, spending time with her outside of work hours and claiming that they're best friends. She keeps saying how she's straight and that Rachel is a special friend, but I wonder how special is special? How anyone can stand to be around a big-nosed, non-stop talking, half-pint midget is beyond me, but if that's what makes her happy, who am I to judge her. I'll just use my best sarcasm when the mood fits, and most of the time, it's when Rachel Berry name is brought up or whenever she is around. I don't know how stupid that makes me, knowing that I didn't put two and two together and realize that this was the same Rachel Berry that my blind date was her understudy. I didn't really even find out her last name until we were practically parting ways. I only knew her by Kitty. How was I supposed to know Wilde was her last name. She didn't even tell me until we said good-bye and then only because she handed me her business card filled with gold frikkin stars everywhere. Must have been Rachel's wonderful frikkin idea.

Last and definitely least, Finn Hudson. I don't even know where to begin to describe him. Chauffeur? Bodyguard? Chubber wan Kenobi! He works with us, but I'm not sure how to explain exactly what he does. He ogles over Quinn, pines over a broken romance with Rachel, that's how Quinn and Hobbit met, being introduced by Finn. How apropos. Funny if you really think about it. Introduce you're so-called straight lawyer girlfriend to so-called straight Broadway star and friend of a friend of a cousin you grew up. Then girlfriend breaks up with you 3 months later only to be going on continuous trips and plays the same time Barbra wannabe Berry is out of town. Fucking funny as hell if you ask me. He still doesn't get it, but that's how slow the Frankenteen is. Seriously though, Finn is a nice guy and would do anything for anyone of his friends. I'm just glad he takes my jibes as they're meant. Sarcasm at it's best!

The next item on my agenda, is the blue-eyed, blonde beauty working on the floor below. I hadn't been able to keep my thoughts clear of her smile since that short interaction on the elevator. Just that once quick second that our eyes locked on Monday, I knew there was something about her that I had to get to know. I wanted to get to know! Getting to know her was going to be my mission.