I walked back to my dorm with a huge smile on my face. Brittany. Her name is Brittany.

"Can you please stop smiling into space it's freaking me the fuck out," Quinn said. I rolled my eyes. Absolutely nothing can ruin my mood right now, not even Quinn.

"I know her name now so that means we can stop going to the coffee shop," I said.

"Seriously? You don't even have her number. all you wanted was her name?" Quinn questions.

"Lucy, babe, I have a plan and it's in motion," I said, "And that was just part one of my multi part plan." We walked up to the NorthView Dorms.


Quinn and I have been at University of Central Florida going on two-years now. Moving from small town Lima, Ohio to Orlando, Florida was a big lifestyle change. UCF felt like a small town in itself, so not much of a change there. But moving to Florida was. At the beginning of our senior year in high school, we both decided that whatever school we got accepted to we would start as soon as possible. Rejection letter after rejection letter was killing our pride. We wanted to go into our next phase of our lives together as we left our high school phase of our lives together. I can say with all my heart that Lucy Quinn Fabray is my person. I knew it from the moment she beat my ass our 7th grade year over this Lima Loser, Alistair, that she was my person. Never backing down from my Lima Heights Attitude and my vicious words. She was just like me, just with a friendlier but bitchy approach to things. We both got our letters from UCF on the same day. We raced to our favorite restaurant, Breadstix, to see if our fate will bring us to the Sunshine State. We were three baskets of breadsticks in before we had the courage to open it up. The words 'CONGRATULATIONS' were read and the tears started flowing. We were crying so hard for two reasons.

Reason 1: We got into a good school

Reason 2: We were moving from the only place we know to a state we see constantly on the news.

If we were old enough, we would've ordered a bottle of champagne and popped bottles but instead we ordered food and went to one of our friends, Noah Puckerman, parties. We decided since our summer semester starts late June, we will go on a bestie road trip. For almost two and a half weeks, we were on the road, going wherever we wanted. We came back two weeks before our semester started and started packing up the things we would bring. Quinn sold her 2005 Honda Accord and I sold a lot of my music equipment so that once we got to our Dorms, we could buy everything we wanted to make the dorms less prison and more us. We loaded up my baby Snixx. A ruby red 2009 BMW X7.

"Ay díos mio, mija," My mom sniffled, "My two daughters are going to college, so far away!" Quinn and I rolled our eyes.

"Ms. Lopez, it'll be okay," Quinn assured, "You can always come and visit. Florida is beautiful 10 months out of the year." I smacked Quinn on the arm. I do not need my mom doing her "Well I was in the area" bit all the way in Florida. My mom engulfed us in a bear hug.

"I know I didn't birth you Quinn but you are as much as my daughter as Santana is," She said, "I love you as much as you had come out of me."

"Maybe more," I mumbled.Quinn pinched my sides. My mom released us.

"You guys are going to do great at UCF," She said, planting a kiss on our foreheads, "Santanita, make sure to call your father when you get there. The least he can do is help you move into your dorm and buy you some things for it." I nodded.

The Lima life was far too small for my lawyer father. He needed more. So when I was 15, he dropped the bomb on us. He's moving and that he could live the rest of his life in Lima. Leaving my mother and I for another woman and her kid in Florida. His career skyrocketed once he started practicing law there.

"Okay, mama," I nodded, "We gotta go. Te amo." I gave her a kiss and a hug.

"Love you, Ms. Lopez," Quinn said, giving her a kiss and a hug. We got into the car and my mom tapped the driver side window, indicating for me to roll it down.

"You girls take care of each other," Ms. Lopez said. We nodded. The tears we thought we ran out of were flowing now. The realization that after 18 years of being by my mom's side, I was leaving her. Leaving her all alone in a place that holds a lot of memories, good and bad, for the both of us.

"Te extraño, mija," She said.

"I miss you too." And with that we drove off.


We walked into our apartment style dorm. We lived 'off-campus' but honestly it was still on campus in my mind. With determination you could walk to campus. If you liked walking, which Quinn did not.

"What's phase two?"

"Doesn't UCF have a student union Facebook page?" I asked. Quinn rolled her eyes.

"So you find it more sane to try and find her through the Facebook page than to just ask for her Snapchat or insta?"

"You're right. What sport does she do? Basketball? Track? Crew? Soccer? Volleyball? Oh gosh, I hope it is Volleyball. Those shorts they wear are to die for."

"You're hopeless," Quinn laughed, "Are you working tomorrow?"

After a year of living in Florida, Quinn and I knew that we needed to make our own money. The occasional check my dad would send us and the occasional "birthday/holiday" money my mom would send us is not enough. Gas alone was eating away at that money. So Quinn started to apply for any job honestly, any job. As cliché as it sounds, I ended up getting a job at Universal Studios the park and Quinn ended up getting a job at SeaWorld. We try to coordinate our school schedule so that our work schedules can be pretty similar and since we only have one car, it makes it easier to go to work.

"Yeah, you off?" Quinn nodded.

"You want my tickets to go there?" Quinn's face lit up with a devilish smile.

"Yeag, and I know who exactly I'm going to invite." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah whatever. I'll send them to you after my shower."


I laid in bed, scrolling through the athletics page on the school's page. She's always wearing a tracksuit so that must mean she runs track, right? Quinn probably knows.

To Quinn: what athletic department is she in?

From Quinn: stop being creepy

To Quinn: please please please. I'll do the dishes for a week

From Quinn: a month

To Quinn: fuck ok

From Quinn: And pay for my food at the park tomorrow

To Quinn: you're enjoying this

From Quinn: a little

To Quinn: deal

From Quinn: Cheer/Dance

Brittany the Cheerleader. Oh gosh, I'm living my wet dream right now. I quickly went to UCF's Cheer/Dance Roster page. I scrolled until those familiar blue eyes caught me. Brittany S. Pierce a sophomore. It was a quick descent into the rabbit hole. I watched their performances from last year and my eyes always found Brittany. She looked so happy and graceful during the performances. I opened up my instagram and searched the hashtag "ucfcheer" and images popped up quickly. I scrolled until my Brittany senses went off. It was a clip of one of their practices posted by mikechangUCF. Brittany was doing flips and stretches. Front flips, back flips, Round-Off. She was great. No, not great. She's amazing. The video ended with Brittany dropping down into a split. Oh gosh. I scrolled to read the caption.

"@mikechangUCF: My girl Britt is always prepared. @brittnotspears. Come out and support us at the football games this upcoming season. If you don't like football, come just for us!"

I clicked on Brittany's username. Okay, no need for another deep dive. Have to play this cool, Santana. I hit the follow button and put my phone on the charger. I looked at the clock. 1am. I put my hands together.

"God, it's me. Again. If Brittany likes me the same way I like her, please give me a sign. Anything really."


I woke up and went straight to the bathroom. I usually wake up three hours before I have to go anywhere because to look as hot as me, it takes time. I hopped in the shower and washed the sleep away. Scrubbed my face and my body and hopped out.I shaved my arms and my legs and my underarms. 45 minute shower. That's a new record. I wrapped my towel around my body and grabbed my comb and flat iron. I hardly ever wear my naturally curly hair because diffusing my curls so they pop takes way too much time. I combed out the knots, sectioned my hair and started to flat iron it. I heard a knock on my bathroom door.

"I'm heading out," she said, entering the bathroom.

"I thought you were riding with me," I questioned.

"The person I'm going with said they'll like to go to CityWalk right when it opens to walk around a bit and then head into the park."

"Who are you going with?" I asked. She just smiled.

"Whatever, I just need to finish my hair and put on a light layer of makeup," I said.

"I made you some pancakes and bacon and I ironed your uniform already."

"Thank you wifey," I said with a big smile. Quinn laughed.

"My ride is gonna be here in an hour. Where do you work today?"

"Rip Rockit but I'm trying to see if someone else wants to work it and I work in their area. I want to be inside today. Crossing my fingers for the Mummy Ride. I get out at 4 today so I can hang out with you and your date for the rest of the time."

"Definitely not a date."

"Suuure."

I checked my phone and saw that I had a new notification.

@brittnotspears has followed you back.


"I walked inside the dark, air-conditioned area for the Mummy ride.

"I'm so glad Blaine wanted to work the Rip Rockit today, I need to be in an airconditioned area at all times," I said to my coworker, Dani.

"You sure this wasn't your plan to be with me in a dark area," Dani flirted. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, not gonna happen," I laughed.

"Again," She smirked.

The park just opened and the queue for the ride was slowly filling up.

Three hours into my shift, I was getting irritated. Between the idiot tourist guests and Dani's constant flirting, I was beyond done with the day.

"Where are you? I'm on lunch," I said on my phone.

"Mel's Diner. We're in line."

"You know what I like," I said, walking to Mel's. I walked in looking for my favorite blonde. I saw Quinn sitting in a booth. I dropped my body into the booth, scaring Quinn.

"Where's your date?" I sung, grabbing the tenders on the plate in front of me. She rolled her eyes.

"Not a date and she's in the bathroom.

"A she! Oooh, who is it?" I said.

"Hi Santana,'' a heavenly voice said. I looked up to see the woman who has been on my mind for weeks now.

"Brittany."


AN: Thoughts?