JUST THE GIRL
SUMMARY: Back in college, Santana got in bed with the wrong girl. Literally just got in bed with her. Will she turn out to be the right one?
DISCLAIMER: Don't own any of the glee characters. Adopted some movie concepts. Don't derive any profit. Just borrowing them for entertainment purposes only.
Blonde girl was hot.
Like Olivia Wilde hot.
And Santana Lopez, being the hot-blooded, hormonal, young lesbian that she is, immediately knew what she wanted.
What Santana wants, Santana gets.
The girl's probably straight, obviously underage to get into clubs, but definitely well-connected considering she got into Marquee and crossed paths with Santana who was spending the night squandering her trust fund. But heterosexuality never really stopped her from getting into a straight girl's pants before. Truthfully, she prefers hooking up with those kinds of girls. Most of them may just be desperate for affection but based from experience, they were definitely not clingy or demanding for any kind of relationship.
And that was just perfect.
Santana didn't waste any time.
The girl was dancing with her girl friends in the middle of the dance floor, long, blonde hair swaying with her body as she moved in tune with the techno music. As if feeling the intense pair of brown eyes on her, she turned her head, just in time to see Santana walking, no, gliding towards her, with that devilish smirk on her face.
Santana didn't miss the glint on the other girl's eyes; the pair of curious and intrigued eyes that remained fixed on her as she approached. She couldn't figure out what color it was but was quite sure she'd see them up-close and have them imprinted on her mind before the end of the night. And that seemed like a definite possibility, especially when, in true Santana fashion, she got the girl's name in about five seconds of grinding into her.
Her mouth watered just at the thought.
Midterms week was done and over and she hadn't had sex for like two weeks. No matter how intelligent she was, she figured she actually had to study since pre-med wasn't as easy as ABC like how her lying surgeon father made it out to be. She loved him dearly but she couldn't help but hate him sometimes for pushing her to follow his and her grandfather's footsteps. She also hated herself for giving in, but it wasn't like she had any other plans. She was 21 and the days of faking ID's were long gone but still, she couldn't figure out what she wanted to do. So, in the meantime, why not enjoy her father's money and the company of the beautiful women in New York while figuring herself out?
Beautiful women, right.
She had to get laid tonight.
Anyway, Alexis Kelly. That was hot girl's name. And yes, she was straight. But in four minutes, Santana Lopez managed to disarm her with her charms. Blonde girl just found herself in a steamy make-out session with the mysterious brunette in the middle of the dance floor.
Neither of them could get enough.
The whole cab ride to Sarah Lawrence College was a blur since they spent the time making out in the backseat, earning a few disgusted grunts from what Santana assumed to be a homophobic cab driver but she couldn't care less. She needed to get her mack on and whoever she wanted to get it with was nobody's business.
As soon as the cab got into park, Santana threw the driver some bills and dragged her latest conquest out of the car. She realized she didn't know in which dorm Alexis lived (although she was quite familiar with the area), so she let the blonde drag her to Slonim House.
Santana had to shake her head out of her lust-filled haze when she found herself standing inside the Slonim House's common room without Alexis by her side but with a key on her hand. She backtracked, recalling Alexis talking about water and chocolates. Or if she was going to be technical, Alexis was actually breathing those words in her ear.
With determined steps, she climbed upstairs. She asked one of the students for directions and pointed her to the farthest room to her right. The room was dimly lit when she stepped inside, and was surprised to see a sleeping figure on the bed with her back turned on her. She wondered whether she zoned out too long that Alexis reached her room first. From her position at the door, Santana could make out the head of blonde hair.
Santana called out softly, but the girl on the bed didn't move. She carefully closed the door and took the steps towards the blonde. On her way, she managed to discard her leather jacket and short dress, leaving her on her underwear. She was in desperate need of some action and those clothes were not going to keep her farther away from what she wanted.
Lesser clothes to take off, the better.
"Did you get the chocolates?"
Still, there wasn't any answer from the girl.
"Baby, you know what? Forget about the chocolates."
Santana climbed on the bed and positioned herself behind the girl. A soft hum came out of her mouth as her front made contact with the girl's back. A slight confusion crossed her face as she sniffed the lavender scent of the blonde's hair. That certainly wasn't how Alexis' hair smelled a while ago.
But who cares?
Santana wrapped an arm on top of the girl's belly holding her closer, and proceeded to place butterfly kisses on her neck. As soon as she did that, she felt the body in front of her tensed and it was too late for her to avoid the head jerking back, hitting her in the nose.
"Owww!" Santana grasped her nose, groaning in pain.
"Ahhhhh!" The blonde girl fell down from the bed as she scrambled to get away from the brunette.
"What the-" Santana got up as well.
"Who the hell are you?!"
That was when it hit her.
Brown eyes widened as they locked with a pair of crystal blue ones that certainly wasn't Alexis'. She still hadn't even figured out the color of Alexis' eyes and now she found herself staring, mouth agape, at the stunning pair of one stunning girl.
Even more stunning than Alexis.
But before Santana could say anything more, something was sprayed into her eyes and it stung.
"Arghhhh! Fuck! What the fuck was that?! I can't see!" Santana tried rubbing her close eyes but it wasn't working.
"Pervert!" The unknown girl was now standing against the wall.
"What?! I'm not a… ohhh. I still can't see. What was that? Did you hit me with an ice pick or something? Is there blood?" The brunette almost cried at the pain.
"It's 'Summer' by Burberry."
"Good choice. Ahh…" Santana hissed. "I'm looking for Alexis." She sighed, inwardly wincing at her still painful eyes.
Santana completely missed the other girl's arched eyebrow.
"Alexis?" The girl repeated as if to confirm, her tone noticeably relaxing, although a bit confused.
"She's not here." The blonde turned the bedside lamp brighter.
"Obviously." Santana scoffed.
"How did you get in?"
"She gave me her key."
"Riiiight. And did she tell you that you can grope and dry hump her roommate too?" The blonde had taken a few steps back towards the bed. She didn't sound accusing, just amused. And she looked a bit guilty upon seeing the suffering the brunette was going through.
Santana still couldn't open her eyes without cringing.
She also visibly blushed in embarrassment.
"She told me her geek roommate would be in the library 'coz you know, she's a geek." Santana said.
"I'm not a geek!" The bed dipped as the blonde took a seat, wincing as Santana winced again in pain.
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After washing her face for about ten times in the bathroom, Santana found unknown blonde girl in the common living area, rushing to put the two paper cups of coffee on the table. Without waiting for any invitation, she slumped on the couch beside the blonde.
"You know, I invented a thing for that." Santana said.
"What?" The blonde's eyebrows creased.
"One day, I'd get it in the market and you'd see it in about every coffee shop in New York. And I'd get paid for every piece of it."
"Good for you."
"I'd call it a coffee collar." Santana picked up a few pieces of tissue and wrapped it around one of the cups before handing it to the blonde girl.
"Sounds like a part of a shirt." The girl joked.
Santana chuckled and wrapped another batch of tissues on the other cup. Just as she picked it up for a sip, she found a pair of blue eyes looking quizzically at her.
"Who says that's yours?"
"Unless there's anyone else here who groped you tonight, then I'm quite sure you got this for me." Santana said confidently.
"I'm Brittany, by the way. Not Alexis." For the first time that night, Brittany smiled.
Santana was dazzled.
Both them fell silent after that. It was weird how they could hold their gazes and not feel uncomfortable about it. Santana was first to look away. She just had to or she'd drown.
Santana heard the other girl said as if she just realized something.
"I know who you are."
"Yup. You're that girl."
"What girl?" Brown eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Female cassanova. Or the bitch from hell. Depending on who you ask."
Santana groaned. Her reputation always precedes her.
"You're Santana Lopez. You go to Columbia University. You're that hot Latin girl who preys on freshmen."
Okay, maybe that was a bit inaccurate but she wasn't about to tell Brittany that she actually didn't necessarily prefer freshmen. Truth be told, she preyed on about every college level of not only Columbia, but also Cornell and Sarah Lawrence (hence, her familiarity with the campus area).
"I don't know whether to be flattered or offended."
"Just drink your coffee."
"But it's still hot. Wait, who told you all those things?" The brunette curiously prodded.
"Amber? Who's Amber?"
"My cousin. She warned me about you."
"That makes me sound so dangerous, and while it sounds so cool in my head, why would your cousin do that? Does she have some sort of vendetta against me?"
"You slept with her."
"And then kicked her out the next day. You don't even remember, do you?"
"What? I… well… I'm not very good with names." Santana said, biting her tongue before she could say she'd slept with too many Amber's in her life to remember. Somehow she didn't want to look so bad in Brittany's eyes.
"Wow. So Amber was right. You really are an asshole."
"Hey, ouch. I have feelings, you know."
"So are the girls you get in bed and dump after."
"Did I sleep with you too?"
"You wish, but no. You can try in your dreams, though." Brittany playfully winked at her.
"You wouldn't sleep with me?"
"I'd never sleep with you."
"Oh, you're straight. I'm sorry, though that didn't stop me from sleeping with straight girls before."
"You're not what?"
"Oh, so you're gay?" Santana found herself suddenly grinning at that.
Brittany raised an eyebrow.
"Wipe that smirk off your face. I'm still not sleeping with you and you know what? I hate labels. I barely know you and I don't know why I'm still talking about my preferences with you. But gosh, you're so full of yourself too. Just because a girl wouldn't sleep with you doesn't automatically make her straight."
"So, why wouldn't you sleep with me?"
"Why would I?" Brittany asked.
Santana just smiled in amusement at how her night turned out. It wasn't as naked as she originally wanted it to be, since now she was dressed in a stranger's pajama pants and shirt, but she had to admit, her night turned out better. She had never felt as comfortable with anyone else as Brittany, but she liked being in her company.
"You're unbelievable, you know that?" Santana said.
"Huh?" Brittany looked up at her.
"I groped you and kissed your neck and probably scared you to death. But still, you lent me some clothes and fixed me coffee. This isn't poisoned, is it?" Santana sniffed the cup, eliciting a giggle from the other girl.
It was strange how Santana's heart felt like it was doing somersaults upon hearing Brittany giggle.
"You didn't answer my question." Santana arched an eyebrow.
"Well, drink up and you'll get your answer." Brittany challenged.
Santana playfully rolled her eyes, shook her head, and took a sip. So far, she hadn't fainted, so she was assuming Brittany wasn't some sort of black widow serial murderer.
"I'm really sorry about groping you. I honestly thought you were Alexis."
Brittany feigned offense.
"I can't believe you'd say that. I'm definitely hotter than her."
"Wouldn't you agree?"
"Oh, I do agree. But in my defense, you had your back turned on me and all I saw was the similar hair color."
"But just to be clear, I wasn't dry humping you." Santana continued.
"I totally wasn't!"
"Horn dog." Brittany teased.
Santana couldn't help but smile at the memory of meeting Brittany for the first time as she waited for the blonde at their favorite corner in Café Reggio in the East Village. They became fast friends, and now, seven years later, they were already best friends.
The sound of the door knocked the brunette back to earth, and just as she looked up, she saw her best friend, Brittany S. Pierce, walking towards her with that smile reserved just for her.
And with that smile, Santana Lopez's day just got better.
Like it does every damn day.
A/N: I know I said I'd be writing the royal love story next to HTILY, but that story had to be put on hold. I hope I'd still be able to write it someday.
Anyway, dear readers, thanks for messaging me and encouraging me to write again. I've been really busy but like what I did with HTILY, I'm going to find time to finish this one. If anyone likes it, that is.
And by the way, what happened to you, CLAIRE? You know twitter is not the same without you!