A/N: Prompt from an anon; Gingertana, first meeting. Thanks!
It wasn't so much that Santana was struck dumb by her beauty, or some such crap like that. Nope. Sure, Santana had noticed her almost right off the bat, but wasn't like she'd decided right then and there that she had to have her.
Instead, dependent on the luck of running into her later that day at the cafe nearest to the university, the girl's coffee nearly taking up permanent residence on Santana's jeans and vest, she might have never pursued her. (Because, really, come on, the girl's subsequent apology and offer of cleaning Santana's clothes had practically been like some kind of cliche lesbian novel. You know, if Santana read those. Which she didn't, of course. Duh, of course she didn't.)
But regardless, (wonderfully) those two meetings had happened. And now, Santana grinned broadly, leaning in to press a solid kiss under her girlfriend's ginger bangs, circling her waist and meeting her green eyes with her grin still crooking her lips up, she wouldn't want it any other way.
Oh no, she laughed, continuing, giving in and kissing her girlfriend properly when she moved in with her pout, no other way at all.