First fanfic on here!

Santana's life so far has been better than she expected when she first moved to New York. She was now the owner of a successful record label, and lived in a substantial penthouse. There were just a couple of problems, Santana wasn't exactly normal. Of course she was just like any other girl, with the exception of her not so little friend. Santana Lopez was born with penis. Of course it seemed to Santana like more of a curse than a blessing, the blessing part coming from all the girls she would attract. Obviously all the women she has been were dumbfounded by the idea of a girl having male genitalia, but once they felt the pleasure it would give them, all was forgotten.

The other problem, being Santana's extremely annoying 'girlfriend.' She had met Quinn when she attended one of her concerts, and the security guard let her sneak backstage after some thorough convincing. They hooked up right then and there in her dressing room, and Quinn has been attached to her hip ever since. Santana wanted it to be a onetime thing, but obviously Quinn had other plans. She called her every day since the hookup, telling Santana that should do it again soon, and obviously gave in. Now they had been somewhat together for about 2 months, and Santana was dreading every second of it. Part of the reason Santana thought Quinn wanted to date her so bad was because the media soaked up their relationship like a sponge, capturing them on their dates together. Quinn also made sure to make a big scene when the paparazzi would storm in on them leaving a restaurant, being extra affectionate towards Santana in front of them. One day she questioned it when they entered Santana's penthouse, which Quinn had been spending lots of time at.

"Why do you always give in to the paparazzi when we're out?"

"What do you mean?" Quinn asked innocently.

"You know what I mean." Santana said fully frustrated at Quinn and her antics.

"You know they love us baby," Santana visibly cringed at the term of endearment. "I just want to show them how much I like you." Quinn said walking over to Santana and wrapped her arms around her waist, trying to be seductive. Totally fail Santana thought.

Now Santana was on her way to arena that Quinn was going to perform at later in the day. She was deleting the massive amount of texts she was receiving from Quinn at the moment. She shook her head annoyed when someone bumped into her, causing her to drop her phone on the floor with a loud thud.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry." The timid voice from in front of her said.

"Watch where-" Santana began in a harsh voice but stopped in the middle of her sentence when she made eye contact with the blue eyed beauty.

"you're going" she finished weakly, almost inaudible. She was blonde, her hair settling just below her shoulders, her eyes were a piercing blue, and her cheeks were tinted pink.

"I'm so sorry, you're right, I should watch where I'm going. Here." She apologized, handing her the cell phone she long forgot.

"Oh thanks, and don't worry about it. If I hadn't been on this damn thing," she said holding up her phone, "I would've seen you."

The girl smiled and just when Santana was about to ask her what her name was, a loud high pitched yell slapped her right into the face of reality.

"SANTANA!" Quinn yelled running up to meet the girl like it had been years since they had last seen each other, when in reality, it was only 17 hours. Quinn jumped up into her arms and Santana contemplated letting go so that the girl would fall to the ground like her phone did, but didn't have time to decide when the girl finally let go and stood up.

"I missed you babe." Santana cringed again and looked for the mystery girl, but she left, Quinn's voice probably scared her away. Santana sighed, she was probably never going to see her again.

"Come watch me rehearse." Quinn said tugging your hand and you followed, unwillingly.

Santana sat, watching Quinn rehearse with some burly looking guy named Puck. Who the hell names their kid Puck she thought. Just as she was dozing off, she heard a faint noise coming from her right. It sounded like- , no it couldn't be, could it?

With the lights out

Its less dangerous, here we are now, entertain us,

I feel stupid and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us

She furrowed her eyebrows and finally looked to her right. She couldn't believe your eyes; the blonde eyed beauty was dancing swiftly to none other than, NIRVANA. Santana felt a smile tug at her lips and she found herself walking up to the blonde before she could register it.

"Wow." She smiled and the blonde almost fell from being startled, but Santana caught her, and she felt a bolt of electricity shoot through her in an instant.

"Sorry." The blonde said blushing again. Santana finally let her stand up and she missed the contact as soon as it was gone.

"It's fine. So dancing to NIRVANA huh?" Santana smirked.

"I would get dancing to Ke$ha or anything else, but NIRVANA.. that's different." The blonde blushed again; it was becoming a familiar site to Santana.

"I know, everyone says that all the time, but it's my favorite band, and any song is a dancing song if you think about it. Except for heavy metal, I tried that once, and I couldn't lift the metal, it was too heavy." The blonde replied looking distraught at the memory. Santana quirked her eyebrows up and smiled.

Cute, she thought, but so weird that a delicate looking blonde like her could like that type of music.

"Well oddly enough, that's my favorite band too."

"Really?" The blonde asked hopeful, her eyes glimmering.

"Yep." Santana smiled smugly and the blonde's smile only grew wider with her confession.

"Oh my gosh! That's so cool! What's your favorite song?" She asked excitedly.

"Umm do I even have to think about it? It's About a Girl."

"That's my favorite song too!"

"Really?" Santana asked this time, pleasantly surprised.

"Mhm." She nodded and Santana smiled for what seemed like the 50th time since she's met this girl.

"So what's your name Pink Cheeks?" Santana's nickname for the girl had certainly made sense since the girl's cheeks were doing that at the moment.

"Brittany…. Pierce" she breathed out. Santana thought for a minute, yep that suited her.

"Well nice to meet you Brittany, I'm Santana Lopez."

"Wait, as in Santana Lopez, the owner of that major record label?" Here it comes: Santana thought; she knew this girl was too good to be true. Santana nodded, she waited nervously for Brittany to react.

"Oh cool." She simply responded.

"Wait what?" Santana asked confused.

"Well yeah, sorry if I'm not some crazed fan or-"

"No, no I meant that in a good way. It feels so nice to be able to meet someone who treats me like a normal person." Brittany felt genuinely bad for Santana, she wondered if she ever had a real friend who wasn't just pretending to be a friend because of Santana's wealth or status. She hoped not. Suddenly the buzzing of Santana's phone broke their staring contest and she took it out to see one of her assistants was texting her to let her know she had a meeting in 10 minutes.

"Shit, I'm sorry Brittany, but my assistant just reminded me I have a meeting in 10. Remind me to fire him." She rolled her eyes and mumbled the last part. Brittany giggled, Santana seemed sweet and fierce at the same time; she liked it.

"Oh yeah, so see you later Brittany."

"See you later Santana." Brittany said blushing a bit.

Yep Santana thought, she was definitely going to be seeing this girl a lot more.

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