"Do you even realize how much I care about you to go to the movies that late a thursday night? I hope you do, Quinn." Santana spat, as they made their way to the movie theater.

"Aww... You won't regret it, I promise." Quinn said.

"What is it anyway?"

"It's a horror movie. You gonna get scared... Oooh..." Quinn imitated a ghost, taking sweet pleasure from the less than pleased expression on her friends face. If looks could kill...

"Lima Heights Adjacent, girl," Santana clarified, showing off some choice moves to show how badass she was. "Lima Heights Adjacent.

"...And it's in Polish," Quinn continued as though she'd never been interrupted.

"What?"

"But there's subtitles!"

"I hate you, Fabray."

"It's gonna be awesome! We're gonna be so scared, plus it's an awesome theater. Come on, we need a break." Quinn winked.

Santana stumbled as she walked and Quinn held her by the elbow, thrilled to be going to the movie she had longed to see for so long.

The fact was that Santana and Quinn were very busy women. Despite their young age, their ambitions had lead them to occupy significant jobs in their respective companies.

Quinn was working in a publishing firm. She had managed to find a job as a critic, her boss having been seduced by her efficiency and her perspicacity. Her dedication and intelligence had found an echo in the newspapers readers' hearts and she had became their sweetheart.

Santana however was a shark. She spent five to six days a week torturing financial apprentices as a manager in the human resources department of the financial company she was working with. Even if her pedagogy, based on mental torture and fear, was questionable, she was beyond a doubt about to become the most formidable manager in the history of efficiency, and was set to become the head of the department. Thus, once a week, the tradition was to meet each other for a movie, dinner at a restaurant or something - anything to escape their stressful routines and insane workloads.

Today, Quinn had a lot of fun hiding the nature of the movie from Santana. She had pleaded for her to come, even if the Latina was absolutely not excited at all about going to the movies, and especially not to an art house.

As they waited in line to get the tickets Santana couldn't stop sighing, breathing out about how much her revenge would cost Quinn for their next week's outing.

"This movie's gonna be so boring. Boring, do you hear me?" Santana grumbled.

"Next!" The girl selling tickets in her outside booth yelled. Quinn pushed Santana forward, rather decided to enjoy her night despite Santana's bad mood.

"Hi! Two for "Obscure Ghost", please," Quinn happily ordered. The girl, a perky blonde obviously enjoying her work, prepared two tickets with a smile.

"$40 please."

"20 fucking dollars to see a Polish movie that's not even dubbed? You gotta be kidding, Q!"

"But it's a masterpiece, it's worth it..." Quinn negotiated with a smile as Santana looked for money in her bag.

"Your friend is right, this movie is awesome." The perky blonde softly said.

"Have you seen the so-called masterpiece?" Santana answered sourly without even looking at the ticket girl. "20 fucking dollars..." She kept grumbling.

"It's perfect if you enjoy spooky things," the blonde said as Santana finally looked up to give her the money.

As soon as Santana's eyes brushed the blonde silky hair and the piercing happy blue eyes, she felt a heavy weight settle over her erratic beating heart. This girl had something, a sort of beauty that spoke right to Santana's deepest emotions. She thought the girl was pretty. To be honest, she thought she was insanely smoking hot, but there was no way her pride would allow her to admit that, not just yet. She took a shy breath.

"Don't get too scared," the blonde added with a smirk as she handed Santana her ticket.

"Not a chance." Santana cleared her throat and tried to keep her voice from trembling.

The blonde gave Quinn her ticket as well and they both left. Santana looked back at the ticket girl one last time before heading to the theater room, feeling that weight on her heart warm inexplicably.

"The girl..." Santana whispered as they entered the room and looked for seats. "What did you think of her?" Quinn stared at her, perplexed for a second.

"Nothing, why?"

"I don't know... I thought she was pretty."

"Yeah she was. Do you think she's gay?" Quinn made herself comfortable, taking her coat off and patting her seat down.

"Pfff..." Santana hesitated. "Who knows? My gaydar is broken for that one."

The first images of the movie enlightened the screen and the conversation died.

People around them kept screaming. There wasn't a single drop of blood in this movie, it was all about psychological pressure. The past hour and a half had been really hard to get through, but this scene was almost the grand finale. Quinn kept holding an empty bottle of water, squeezing each time the pressure got too high and the terrible music spiked. Santana held onto the seat armrest with a panicked expression. In the movie, the protagonist was about to be tortured by his butcher. Santana didn't think she'd ever go near meat again.

"I swear to God I wasn't prepared for this..." Santana almost sobbed, her fear consuming all her usual arrogance. The butcher cut the protagonist with a knife in a huge close-up shot on screen that made everybody latch onto their seats and scream or cry.

"Oh my god, oh my god..." She kept begging. Another shot buried the audience in the reality of the moment and the man beside them whimpered. Quinn bit her bottle to ease her stress.

"Okay, I'm off..." Santana shot up.

"Where are you going?" Quinn whispered frantically, her eyes locked on the screen so as not to miss anything.

"Outside, this movie is freaking nuts!" She whispered back, hurriedly grabbing her bag and coat.

"But it's almost over!" Another terrible scene flashed on screen and more screams filled the air.

Santana glanced at it and felt as though she was about to throw up. "I'm out!" She almost screeched. "I'll wait for you outside, but I'm fucking out!"

She exited the room trying not to disturb people, but well, everybody was so lost in the movie a bomb could have crashed the room and they wouldn't have cared. She made her way out, breathing heavily and trying to erase all the stress from the movie. When she pushed through the exit door the sudden presence of fresh air eased her into a less frantic state. However, at almost midnight and alone outside, there wasn't much to do. She looked around; there was nobody. The streets' pavements were slightly wet from a small drizzle and the wind was blowing a little. She readjusted her coat and zipped it up before hearing a loud sudden noise coming from the ticket booth.

"Shit!" someone swore.

Santana came closer. "Hello? Are you alright?" Getting no answer, she peeked inside the booth. It was the blonde from earlier and she rose to her feet in a hurry, making Santana take an automatic step back.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't see you were there!"

"It's alright! You okay? I heard you-"

"Yeah, yeah, awesome, it's just the machine printing tickets that's broken again." The blonde pouted in a childish manner that made Santana chuckle. "Machine, you .. you ...you whore!" The blonde shouted. Realizing the girl was actually being serious Santana tried to stifle her mirth behind her hand.

"Is there anything I can do... to help...?"

"Nothing, I'm afraid... This freaking diva of a machine works only half of the time. I gotta convince my boss to get me a new one."

"Sounds wise..."

"Another machine, so I can throw this one into the garbage myself. You hear me, bitch? You're going to take a little trip to garbage-land and I won't ever see you again!" She threatened the device, kicking it with a grunt. Santana couldn't hold in her laugh this girl was actually even hotter when angry. Cheeks reddened by frustration, hair in slight disarray and eyes flashing dangerously. Santana felt a sudden heat building.

Hearing Santana's laugh, the blonde looked up. "I'm sorry Miss, I didn't mean to be rude or anything."

"That bitch deserved it." She winked and the blonde chuckled. The girl sighed and headed out of the booth, obviously wanting to take a break. She couldn't do anything without her device anyway, the thing was due a grand old funeral any day now. Santana watched her attentively, rather dreading the moment she'd see her- all of her. Indeed, it was worth the trip. She was magnificent.

The blonde stretched her legs a bit, tired from hours of sitting in her small booth, skinny jeans flattering her curves. Santana swallowed thickly.

"Fresh air!" The blonde exclaimed, suddenly sounding much more cheerful. She seemed unencumbered and free. From what Santana perceived, she seemed very lively in a strange, fascinating way. "You didn't like the movie?"

"Hm? Oh! No, not really." Santana said vaguely.

"It scared the shit out of you, didn't it?" The blonde threw her a wink.

Santana only had two options and she hesitated for a second: fake boredom or admit the movie was so good she couldn't cope anymore. In other words, try to keep her persona safe or risk to be seen as a coward. Ah … decisions decisions.

"You got scared at the torture part, right?" The girl insisted with a grin.

"Okay fine! But that scene is insane!" Santana's frantic exclamation made the blonde laugh.

"Don't worry, you're not the first to leave before it ends. Maybe it's just not your cup of tea, no biggie!"

"Yeah..." Santana admitted, "I usually watch comedies. I work horrendously so I'd rather watch entertaining things. It's my friend who forced me to come."

"I figured!" The ticket girl giggled. "What movie did you like lately?"

The blonde lead the conversation as they sat on the outside stairs of the theatre. Outside and on a work break at midnight, there wasn't much to do. She wanted to talk and Santana seemed pretty smart in her fancy clothes and flawless makeup. But Santana didn't like to talk. Her job consisted of yelling at people with absolutely no pity and she wasn't your best bet for a chat. The blonde figured that out very soon by the way Santana seemed uneasy, playing with her hands as they conversed. However, she decided to push the brunette, intrigued now more than ever. She made her recount her favorite movies and made her explain why she liked them before the screening was set to end, which was in twenty minutes or so.

Santana liked how chatty the blonde was, giving her advice on what movies she should watch, telling her own favorite movies and comparing their tastes. She liked how her blue eyes shone through the night, how she seemed to be comfortable anywhere, even on these cold stairs. The world seemed to be her oyster. Her smile seemed to never fade, even when she had been angry, even in the cold night, she looked like a ray of sunshine. The sort of sunshine Santana's life lacked. Santana couldn't stop gazing at her… She didn't want this moment to ever end.

"Okay, okay, what about... Bridesmaids or The Hangover?" The blonde asked through another laugh. The two actually got along quite well, even if they didn't know each other. Everything seemed to flow.

"Bridesmaids, come on!" Santana admitted with a thrilling laugh to match the ticket girl's.

"Why's that, I love them both!"

"Well it's obvious, the huge amount of boobs!" She blurted, not paying too much mind to what she was saying. She regretted her words almost immediately, fearing her gayness was showing too much. The blonde laughed even more.

"Totally!" She agreed to the solid argument.

People started to exit through the theater doors, the movie having just ended. In a hurry, the blonde stood up and went back in her booth, her shy professionalism kicking in. Santana didn't really have time to realize their conversation was over, just like that, so abruptly. She wanted it to last, she wanted to know more about the girl, laugh some more with her. She suddenly felt a hint of sadness tainting her heart.

Quinn re-appeared too and walked straight towards her, fanning her red cheeks with a hand and holding the now mangled water bottle.

"Hey!" Santana greeted, trying to soften her sudden discomfort at having lost the moment she'd been sharing with the ticket girl.

"Oh my god Santana! If you had seen the finale! Oh my god, it was awesome! The butcher started to..." Quinn began to explain the movie's end with wild gestures, determined to make her friend understand how incredible it had heard her rambling but she wasn't present. Her eyes and mind were locked on a certain blonde answering some people's questions from her booth, all smiles and all charm.

The rain started to fall softly. "We should go, it'll be pouring rain soon!" Quinn stopped in her narration for a second, taking her friend by the elbow and silently urging her to move, before starting her impromptu movie review again. Santana followed but when they passed by the booth she knocked on the window.

"Goodbye..." She just wanted a chance to hear her voice again.

"Bye!" The blonde answered in a hurry, absorbed by her work. Santana was a bit disappointed. She wanted something from the girl, something she could hold onto. She had nothing more and felt like a child being scolded.

"You talked to the girl?" Quinn inquired as they walked towards their cars.

"Yeah, she's nice."

"You talked about... things?" Quinn poked her, conniving and smirking, always hoping for her friend to get a date and put an end to her loveless life.

"I kind of know she likes boobs, maybe, whatever..."

"Ah! Good! So, she's gay?"

Santana sighed. "I wish... I don't know."

"But did she hit on you or something?"

"I don't know! She was all nice and smiling but..."

"Santana, you feel it when someone's hitting on you. Did she say things that could be interpreted that way or..."

"No. We only talked about movies. But she was so charming, sweet, we were laughing..."

"You got her phone number?" Quinn winked slyly.

"I didn't even get the chance to get her name, so her phone number..." Santana pouted, trailing off.

"I see only one thing you could do to clear the matter up."

"What?"

"We come back next week -same screening - you get out the room early and you get her name and number."

"Twice in a row? That'd be so awkward!"

"Maybe, but that's your only chance."

Santana thought about her friend's plan. It sounded so very weird and incredibly stalkerish. Just plain bad. But in actuality, what else could she do?

Tell me what you think ? Should I keep writing this story ? :)