"Quinn," I said, hitting her shoulder, "Quinn, look. She's here again!" Quinn rolled her eyes and put her coffee down.
"San, she comes here around the same time every day," Quinn said. I stared at the leggy blonde that has been invading my mind. She was in an all-blue Adidas tracksuit today. Her long hair, that's usually down, was in a high bun. I watched her throw her head back and laugh at something the cashier said.
"Santana, can we get back to studying? I heard Professor Cochrane is giving us a pop quiz on chapter 3-5 tomorrow," Quinn said, "You can do all your leering tomorrow."
"Do you think she runs track? She is always in some type of athletic wear," I said, turning to Quinn. Quinn just rolled her eyes.
"Santana, we have to study for Cochrane's class and we have a test in Schuester's'."
"I took Cochrane for intro and general psych. Her quizzes and tests are all focused on vocabulary. So I don't think for abnormal psychology she's going to switch it up," I said closing the psych book, "And for Schuester, my first language is Spanish, so I'm going to ace that test."
"Well not everyone is a Spanish speaker. Santana if you're not going to study, can you please help me," Quinn begged.
"What's in it for me?" I said watching my dream girl pass our table to her friends a few seats down from us.
"I know what her name is," Quinn practically whispered. I turned to Quinn.
"Who's name?" Quinn gave me a knowing look.
"How do you know her name?"
"We have a class together," Quinn said, opening her Spanish textbook.
"That's not possible! We made our schedules so our classes are close to each other and around the same time."
"Not every class."
"The only class that is far from the other isâ" I gasped dramatically.
"Your calculus III class?" I said, "You couldn't have told me earlier, you know her?"
"I didn't tell you because you don't stay interested in women for this long. I thought you would have slept with her already and moved on," Quinn said.
"I've only done that like twice," I huffed. Quinn just hummed.
"So what is it?"
"What's what?"
"Her name," I hissed.
"Help me study," Quinn said.
"Fine," I huffed.
3 hours later
"So what's her name?" I asked Quinn as we packed up our books.
"Who's name?"
"Quinn," I warned. Quinn acted clueless.
"I don't know who you're talking about," She said walking away from me.
"Quinn!" I whined. She just waved 'bye' to me as she left the cafÃ.
Looks like I'm going to have to do this the old fashioned way. I threw my papers and books into my bag sloppily and chased after her.
"We had a deal, Quinn," I said.
"There was no such thing," Quinn said, "I never said I would tell you her name."
"It was implied," I huffed, adjusting my bookbag on my back.
"Was it really?" I rolled my eyes.
"Please, just tell me her name," I whined. Quinn stopped walking.
"Santana, you're known as the player around campus. Why can't you talk to this girl like the others?" She asked. I just shrugged.
"I don't know. She just doesn't seem like the others around here," I mumbled, walking towards our apartment building.
"Oh wow," Quinn said, "You have a crush!" I ignored Quinn as I opened the main doors to the building.
"We've been going to that coffee shop, every day, for the past 3 weeks just so I can see her," I said unlocking our front door. I dropped my bag and kicked my shoes off.
"That's kind of cute," Quinn stated, "And kind of creepy." I flopped onto the couch.
"Well, I don't see her around campus and you've been hoarding her for yourself in your nerdy math class," I said.
"Shut up and pick your shit up from the front door," She said going to her room.
2 weeks later.
"Santana, she hasn't been here for the past week," Quinn groaned, "Can we please go to the library? I need to get together with my study group."
"Study group for what?" I asked, looking at the front counter.
"Data Structures and Object-Oriented Design," She said.
"Computer science shit."
"Not everyone wants to be a lawyer, Ms. Lopez," Quinn said. I rolled my eyes. I grabbed my cup.
"Time for a refill," I said getting up.
"Get me one too," Quinn said, "Java chip frap!" I nodded, spun around and instantly body checked the person walking to the front counter as well. The person I bumped into reflexes were better than mine because in a second I went from tumbling down to the ground to being pulled into close to them. My nose was filled by their vanilla shampoo. I looked up. Blonde hair, pale skin, ocean blue eyes. Fuck.
"Fuck," I said as I noticed some coffee droplets fell onto her white button up.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry," I said trying to wipe the coffee droplets off.
"I think you're just making it worse," her angelic voice rang out. I looked at the now smudged stains.
"I'll totally pay for your dry cleaning," I rambled, "Fuck it, I'll clean it myself. Since it is my fault. I should've been looking where I was going but nope! I was walking backwards like an idiot and I ruined your all white tracksuit."
"Calm down, it's fine," She said, "It's just clothes."
"Yea but-but-"
"Exactly, all is good, Santana," She said. I froze at the mention of my name.
"How do you know my name?"
"Quinn, might've mentioned you from time to time in class," She said, "Plus, you're Santana Lopez, you're almost notorious around the school."
"What?" It came out harsher than intended.
"Your dad is like a famous lawyer for celebrities," She started, "And you are known for arguing with almost everyone and anyone."
"And you know how?"
"We have mutual friends," She said, "Mercedes Jones, you had her in your speech and debate class."
"Oh 'Cedes? That's my girl right there," I said, "She really knows how to hold her ground when it comes to arguing." She giggled and I swear my heart left my body.
"That she does," She said, "She once argued with me over cereal. She claimed that Frosted Flakes was better than Lucky Charms."
"I hate to say it but Mercedes is right about that." She looked at me shocked and hurt.
"You hurt my soul, Santana," She said. I let out a laugh.
"I'm sorry," I said laughing, "But facts are facts and the fact is Frosted Flakes over Lucky Charms all day." She giggled and I felt my heart skip a beat. Her phone rang jolting me out of my trance. She looked at the caller ID and frowned.
"Ugh, I gotta go," She said, "It was nice to finally meet you, Santana." I smiled.
"It was nice meeting you too.." I trailed off realizing I still don't know her name.
"Brittany. My name is Brittany."
Brittany.