I decided to give writing a full story a try so here it is!

Hope you enjoy and by all means let me know what you think!

Big, huge, thanks to A who is a big inspiration for me and without whom I would never have the rest to sit my ass down and write :)

Also, i don't own Glee or any of it's characters.

Part I

Spaghetti Carbonara

The first time Santana falls in love it comes completely out of nowhere.

And yes, it might be true that one probably never sees love coming, but she can't help but think her case is a bit exceptional.

It happens on a Friday evening.

On one of those Friday evenings that make her want to throw something (or someone) out of her sixth story high office window.

Not surprisingly one of the new interns fucked up on some forms and she spend her whole day trying to fix their idiotic mistakes.

As if she isn't busy enough.

Somehow her boss always seems to think that he can just keep on piling work on her and expect her to be done with it in half the time the other employees get.

And then whenever it inevitably happens that she can't finish it on time the sexist asshole usually just shrugs and tells her that if she can't keep up she will just have to stay in late then.

Like she has nothing better to do on a Friday evening/night.

Ignorant ass.

She has places to be. People to see.

Who cares if those places happen to be her couch and those people happen to the characters in one of her favourite reality tv-shows.

It doesn't make her any less deserving of a weekend off without all the work stress.

No, she definitely deserves it to just slouch around all day long and pig out on the take out food she orders from one of the speed-dial numbers she has on her phone.

Especially now, when she's so freaking hungry that her stomach seems to be doing its best Chewbacca impression in protest of not being fed since the morning.

It's actually so bad that, when she finally takes the elevator down to the lobby and makes her way out on the street for her walk home, she feels like she might pass out soon if she doesn't hurry up and gets some form of nutrition inside her.

A quick mental calculation tells her that if she's lucky enough to find her car quickly and to hit light traffic she will be home in about 45 minutes.

Knowing this city and knowing its Friday eve buzz however makes those chances very slim to none and she guesses that those 45 minutes will probably be doubled at the least.

This little factoid makes her sigh out heavily, silently berating herself for once again forgetting to have a proper lunch.

It's not uncommon for her to forget things like this when she's in her work-zone and this is not the first time she has found herself in this oh-my-god-I'm-starving kind of situation.

However it's never been quite so bad before and she already feels a huge headache coming on.

With every step she takes she can feel something akin to a hammer smashing the inside of her scull and she knows that she needs to get her hands on the painkillers she keeps in her purse pronto.

As soon as she does though she realizes this brings along another kind of problem for her.

She is going to need water if she wants to have any chance of forcing these pills down her throat. Swallowing nasty things has never really been her forte, which is probably one of the reasons she turned out to be a lesbian.

Snorting at her own lame mental joke she quickly scans the street around her, hoping to find some place that has a rest-room where she can at least stick her face under the tap for some much needed water.

The only things she sees though are more office building and some small fast-food joints that look so nasty that she would rather die of starvation than go in there and risk getting some weird ass disease from all the germs there.

But then, just as she is about to give up hope and accept her faith of being bedridden by a headache for the whole eve, her eye suddenly falls on a little store front tucked away between a deli shop and an empty building.

In the front, right above the door, it reads 'Breadstix' in big, bold, and golden letters and god knows why Santana feels the need to walk towards it in order to inspect it a bit closer.

Based on her previous experience with the local cuisine in this neighbourhood she expects it is yet another greasy looking place filled with bums and other lowlifes.

Peering through the front window however she is surprised when she sees nothing but fancy decorations and tables filled with even fancier dressed people.

So amazed by her sudden discovery and driven by the constant pounding in her head she doesn't think a second before gathering her wits and marching right towards the door of the establishment, set on scoring herself some water and getting rid of this fucker of a headache.

Unfortunately her plan of making a beeline towards the rest-rooms is thwarted when as soon as she steps through the door she is confronted by an obnoxiously smiling woman.

"Hi can I help you?" the woman ask in a voice that matches her overly cheerful smile and that cuts through Santana's already painful head like a pair of razorblades.

The woman manages to annoy her even more as she seems to be actively getting in her way when she tries to get around her and eventually she simply snaps that she just needs to use the bathroom real quick.

"Oh I'm sorry" midget-lady tells her, still with that damn smile of hers "the bathroom is only meant for paying customers. However, if you wish I could check if we have any available tables for you at the moment."

"For fuck's sake" Santana groans, "Listen here you little hobbit. All I wants is some fucking water so I can take my damn painkillers to keep this bitch of a headache I'm having from getting any worse. And trust me, you do not want to be around me when the headache really hits."

Ok, so maybe that was a little bit too harsh and uncalled for but right now she doesn't really care any more. All she is focussed on currently is feeling better asap.

Rachel (as she reads on her name tag) doesn't seem to mind however as her smile never falters and she simply repeats her statement about how the bathroom is only to be used by paying customers.

"I hope you understand ma'am" the brunette continues "You see, we do our best to keep everything hygienic and clean here in this restaurant and when people just come in here willy nilly to make use of our establishments rest-rooms we can no longer guarantee the level of cleanliness we-"

To keep the other woman from yapping on any longer Santana quickly holds up her hand, palm facing front, effectively silencing her (thank god). "You know what lady, just get me a damn table and a glass of water pronto. I'll even pay for it so you can unbunch those polka dotted panties of yours now."

The midget for her part keeps perfect composure and swiftly turns around to check the reservation book before facing her again an uttering a cheerful "follow me."

Santana dutifully follows her through the restaurant, looking around and wondering how she hasn't noticed such a nice establishment this close to her work before.

"Here you go" Rachel tells her when they have reached an empty table set for two, "A waiter will be with you shortly."

With that the latina is left alone for the time being and with a heavy sigh she pulls back the chair in front of her and sinks down into it.

Now that she is finally seated and can rub her temples to alleviate the headache her hunger seems to return tenfold. The amazing food-smells wafting around not helping much either.

Before she can really focus on it any longer however another person suddenly appears at the side of her table.

"Good evening madam. My name is Mike and I will be your waiter tonight" The Asian looking guy tells her while laying a menu in front of her. "Can I start you off with anything to drink?"

As planned she orders a glass of water and Mike swiftly goes to get it with a smile on his face.

Remembering her hunger she also chances a look in the menu he gave her, thinking she can just stick to her water if she doesn't find anything to her liking on it.

Luckily she is pleasantly surprised when she sees that it is in fact filled with all kinds of dishes that despite their weird-ass names look absolutely delicious (praise Jesus for the little pictures of every dish).

When Mike returns she has already decided to go for the Spaghetti Carbonara since it's one of the few things on the menu of which she recognizes the name and also because she is pretty much convinced no one can manage to make pasta taste bad.

As Mike sets down her water and an extra basket of bread sticks she tells him her order and just like that he is off again.

She quickly grabs her painkillers again and downs them quickly with the help of her drink. Then she figures she might as well munch on the breadsticks that were given to her and when she grabs one and brings it to her mouth she has to do her utter best not to moan out loud at how damn good they taste.

Fuck.

This seriously tastes so freaking good that she honestly feels like some angels just came down and pissed in her mouth.

How does one manage to make something as simple as a breadstick taste so amazing?

Santana sure as fuck doesn't know nor does she really care because as she is still having a somewhat orgasmic experience over them she can already see Mike coming her way, holding a steaming plate of food.

Her stomach grumbles loudly as he reaches her table and the smell of the pasta enters her nostrils.

"Enjoy your dinner ma'am" he tells her with a laugh obviously having heard it too.

She mumbles a quick thanks and then doesn't even wait for him to fully leave before digging in.

This time she really moans out loud.

"Holy fucking shit" she chokes out around a mouth full of spaghetti, not even caring about making a fool of herself as she hears Mike laughing softly to himself while walking away from her table.

Never before has she tasted anything this good (recent breadsticks included) and she briefly wonders if it's just because she has been so hungry. The thought is dismissed quickly though because she knows that even if she had eaten right before coming here this would have still tasted absolutely amazing.

It doesn't take her long to wolf down her meal and the thought of licking her plate clean actually crosses her mind.

It seems a bit silly to her now, feeling so euphoric about food. But she can't help it, she needs more of it like right now and she knows now for sure that no Spaghetti Carbonara will ever compare to the one she just had.

So yeah, the first time Santana falls in love it is with a perfect and godly tasting dish.

She knows it's weird and silly but for now she really doesn't care.

Right now all she cares about is waving Mike over and getting some more of this little piece of heaven inside of her.