A/N hello! So, i know i haven't finished Stitches yet but i know that it's coming to an end and i wanted to start this so i don't lose inspiration once i finish Stitches. I hope you guys like this fic but be warned i know nothing about college or how it's run since i live in AUS so i'm literally going on a limb here and i did a little research but i'm still shaky so if anything seems weird just go with it lol I hope you guys like this chapter, it's going to get longer this is just like an introductory thing! Enjoy!

A taxi car drives along the streets of New York. The road is rugged and the car lurches every few minutes. Traffic holds up the car as the many people that inhabit the city bustle around on their daily lives. The passenger sitting in the back seat looks out the car window. The trees are a blur composed of bright green leaves and brown trunks. There is also the blur of dull grey buildings and the occasional sleek café or modern office tower. The passenger pays no attention to the buildings or trees, but instead the people. She observes them in their natural state, where they are too busy to think about how they are presenting themselves. As the car stops to a halt, the passenger watches the people as they run errands. She studies each one of them and wonders what kind of lives they have. Do they still have parents? What kind of heart break have they suffered? What's their favourite flavour of ice cream?

These questions float in the passengers head. The taxi driver looks away from the traffic and into the rear view mirror. He watches the lady sitting in the back of his cab and studies her as well. She is beautiful, no doubt. She has silky blonde hair, memorising blue eyes and a breathtaking smile. She is young, no less or more than 18. Her demeanour is friendly, but her personality is too. He knows this because she had spent the first few minutes making conversation, before they had fallen into a comfortable silence. The passenger, whose name is Brittany, watches intently as a couple passes by her cab. They are holding hands and laughing, there's a longing feeling tugging at Brittany but she ignores it.

Brittany isn't opposed to love; in fact she loves the very idea of it. She's just never been in love before. She doesn't think that's odd though, she's fresh from high school and entering college, she doesn't need to have experienced love yet. College, the magical place her older brothers have told stories about. From what she's heard, there are two types of modes you can have when you're in college, incredibly drunk or incredibly stressed out. There's no in between. Brittany think's that's probably the realest thing she has ever heard. Brittany dances, she dances very well. Her dancing is what got her admitted to Columbia; a very prestigious New York based Ivy League school, on a scholarship. She prides herself very well on that fact, and though she isn't one to brag, it's definitely her highest achievement. Her parents don't know if dancing is a stable career though, so they make her pick up some other courses as well, should something happen to prevent her from dancing. This irks her, but she knows they're only looking out for her, so she begrudgingly agrees to take up a few science courses, since she was exceptionally good at science in high school.

She's wrong though, college science is so much harder than normal basic high school science. She wonders why she even agreed to do this, and she wonders why she chose to major in science. She's majoring in dance, as well as chemistry and biology. That's a weird combination for studies is what everyone thinks when she tells them what she's doing in college. Even though she's not necessarily dumb, in fact she's actually very smart, she's just having a hard time coping with all the new information that is thrown at her. Her schedule is hectic, in between dance, and studying for her exams, she barely has free time. But when she does, she likes to spend it at this café she found in the city. Coincidently, it's there she meets two people who change her life.

It's a Thursday afternoon, and Brittany is sitting in her usual seat by the window, reading a chemistry text book and taking down notes. She looks up when she hears the door chime, and two people come in. One is a tall, lanky looking boy with hair that looks like it's about to touch the sky, other is a shorter girl with brunette hair that is cut at shoulder length and paired with bangs. Brittany sees them come in every Thursday, like clockwork, though she's never spoken to them, she knows their routine. They come in and bicker like an old married couple, and if Brittany's gaydar wasn't so good, she'd think they were actually dating.

Today is no different; they come in arguing heatedly, this time about milk.

"Rachel, you are absolutely insane, almond milk is not better than soy milk," the tall boy says. The girl, Rachel, scoffs and throws her hand up.

"How would you know? I'm positive I've never seen you drink milk before, and you know what? You could use it, you're all skin Kurt," the boy, Kurt, drops his mouth in offence and gasps dramatically.

"That was incredibly rude Rachel," Kurt seethes. Rachel only rolls her eyes again and pats him on the shoulder.

"Lighten up Kurt, it was only a joke. This is what happens when you argue with me about milk, I become very sassy," Brittany over hears the conversation and snorts into her coffee. Her eyes widened as she sees both pair of eyes belonging to Kurt and Rachel flicker over to her. She stares at them for a second before averting her eyes, her cheeks heating up. She hears Rachel speak again. "See, that blonde girl you say has legs for days agrees too," she says, gesturing to Brittany. The blonde looks up and sees Rachel smiling at her and Kurt is looking at her in slight horror.

"Oh my god Rach, you can't tell her I said that!" He hisses. Rachel only shrugs, but Brittany quietly laughs.

"It's okay; I know my legs go for days." She says causally. Kurt quirks an eyebrow and looks at her approvingly.

"Ooh, confident and casual, I like it." He concludes. He strolls over to her in all his gracefulness and extends his hand out. "I'm Kurt Hummel, and this girl with the terrible taste in milk is Rachel." Brittany smiles and takes his hand, shaking it and introducing herself back.

"I'm Brittany, Brittany S Pierce, no relation to Britney Spears." This makes them laugh, and Brittany can already see a friendship blooming between the three. Rachel introduces herself as well, with a slight air of arrogance but Brittany likes that about her, she's confident and she doesn't care who knows it. They talk about themselves and Brittany finds out they both study at NYADA, a dramatic arts academy that isn't too far from Columbia, which explains why they're here. They talk about their home lives and Kurt and Rachel find out she has a cat named Lord Tubbington, she loves dancing, but doesn't enjoy school that much.

A couple hours later, they are still sitting in the coffee shop. Brittany excuses herself to go to the toilet and Kurt and Rachel immediately begin assessing her.

"I love her," Kurt says, Rachel nods excitedly in approval.

"She dances, she's funny, she appreciates the arts," Rachel said, she looks at the table and picks up one of the books Brittany was studying and gasps, "and she's smart!" Kurt suddenly gasps too, coming to a sudden realisation. He turns to Rachel excitedly.

"You know who else would love her?" Kurt says, raising an eyebrow. Rachel looks at him quizzically before coming to realisation.

"Really? I don't know," Kurt's eyes still beam with happiness.

"Think about it! Brittany is blonde, beautiful, smart, funny," Kurt rambles. Rachel nods slowly.

"But we don't even know if Brittany swings that way," Kurt's shoulders slump.

"I guess we need to do some sleuthing then," just as he says that, Brittany comes back and sits down. Kurt clears his throat and tries to act casual.

"So, Britt, you have a special someone?" He asks. Brittany smiles a little before shaking her head.

"Nope, no one special," she says, shrugging her shoulders. Before Kurt can interrogate more, Rachel changes the subject.

"So, Brittany, what are you studying? You're books look a little big there," she jokes. Brittany looks down at them and sighs.

"I'm majoring in dance, which you guys know. But my parents wanted me to study a broad subject so I could have a career if dancing didn't work out, so I'm also majoring in chemistry and biology." Rachel senses her slightly down tone and raises and eye brow.

"You don't like chemistry or biology?" She asks sympathetically. Brittany shoots her head up and shakes her head.

"No, no, I do like it. But it's just, I don't know, hard I guess." Brittany says, her finger idly drawing patterns on the text book, "I enjoy learning about it, I've always liked science, it's just a little hard to me to adjust to all this new information. I'm pretty sure I need a tutor or something." When Kurt hears this, his eyes twinkle.

"A tutor?" He asks again, for conformation. Brittany nods and sighs again.

"Yeah, I've had a few but they don't really help me a lot, I get kind of self-conscious when I don't understand stuff," Brittany says sheepishly. She hopes this doesn't make her sound stupid. But Kurt takes no notice; instead he bites his lip to stop a devilish smile from breaking out.

"Where did say you studied again?" Kurt asks. Rachel looks at him a little concerned, she knows that look in his eyes. He's planning something. Brittany tilts her head in confusion but still answers regardless.

"I study at Columbia University," Brittany says. Kurt claps his hands unexpectedly, and Rachel looks impressed.

"Do you have a job?" Brittany looks at him weird,

"Yeah i do, i work at this cafe on campus, the pay is pretty good there, you should come by." Kurt nods but doesn't talk about the cafe, his mouth tilted into a smile.

"And you need a tutor right?" Brittany nods, still confused. His eyes are still twinkling and he smirks.

"I know just the person for you."

Santana Lopez isn't one for love. Sure she knows that it's in her foreseeable future, but the more her life wares on, the less she's inclined to believe that she's going to get her fairy tale ending. So instead of going out and looking for love, she leaves it up to the universe to sort it out for her. After all, when you're majoring in forensic science as a crime lab analyst, you don't really have time for love. She also scored a job as an intern at NYPD's forensic lab. It gave her much needed experience and if she played her cards right, she could land a job there full time. They were also gracious enough to pay her, so she has a little money saved up.

Santana is smart, very smart; she graduated high school with a 4.0 GPA, and got offered a scholarship into Columbia. Her parents are incredibly proud of her, and as a reward they bought her an all paid for apartment near the university so she wouldn't have to live in dorms. Even though her parents brag about her at neighbourhood barbeques, Santana can always find the flaws in herself, and she hates flaws. Her life consists of studying, working at the lab, occasionally partying, hanging out with her best friends Kurt and Rachel. She doesn't enjoy partying as much as other college kids, in fact every time she goes she always gets hit on by girls, and guys. And even though she doesn't mind the girls trying to hook up with her, when the guys come around she always almost throws up.

Santana is hot, that's the simplest way to describe her to someone. She's got wavy brunette hair, a rocking body, killer facial features and an equally killer smile. Kurt and Rachel say that she's just naturally seductive. Whenever they go out together, Santana is the first to score someone. Though she doesn't really sleep around too often, she doesn't not sleep around either. In between her classes and her life in general, she doesn't have much time for anything other than one night stands. Sometimes she holds relationships, but they don't last, and she hasn't had one for the past half year. Her latest relationship was more of a sunken ship. It ended in her forgetting about a date and that subsequently lead to a break up. Santana wasn't cut up about it; she doesn't really care about anything other than her studies, family, and friends. Anything else is just dead weight.

Santana sits in her room, reading a biochemistry book that she has some interest in. Becoming a crime laboratory analyst doesn't happen by chance. She's broken out of her reading state by the ringing of her cell phone. She looks at the caller ID and huffs. She picks up but doesn't wait for a greeting.

"Hello, Lopez sex line how may I take your call?" She says in a serious tone. She hears a horrified gasp on the end of the line, as well as a muffled laugh and the background noise of what seems to be a café. She knows it's a café because Kurt and Rachel aren't one for partying at 3 in the afternoon on a Thursday.

"Santana! You're on loud speaker," she hears Kurt chastises. Santana puts down her book and rolls her eyes.

"Oh, so it's a group orgy? I'm going to have to charge extra for, let me check with my boss," Santana smirks, twirling her pen in her hand. "But seriously, what do you want? It's 3 in the afternoon and you know that's when I get my study on." She hears another voice scoff, and she assumes it's Rachel.

"You're always getting your study on," Rachel counters. Santana rolls her eyes and runs her fingers through her hair.

"That is because I am smart, now what do you want? And if you're calling me to sing another Broadway musical on the phone I'm literally going to delete your numbers." Santana threatened. She hears another laugh but its unfamiliar, it's nice though, she can tell whoever laughed must be cute. She chalks it up to someone in the background.

"No, we're not calling you for that, and please we both know you've memorised our numbers." Santana shrugs as if to say true," I'm calling because I need to ask you something, how do you feel about tutoring?" Santana scrunches her face; she's never tutored before, only studied in study groups.

"They'll pay you," Kurt says in a hopeful tone. Santana doesn't answer, she still thinks about it.

"I don't know, I already have a job and my schedule is pretty full as it is," Santana says. Kurt only huffs, clearly he isn't going to give up on this one.

"Please? Do it as a favour for me, you're the smartest person I know and she really needs your help. You're going to like the girl I promise." Santana ponders this for a few seconds before sighing.

"Okay, I guess so but I'm not promising anything, just take her round to my place soon and we can work out our schedules and see if we both have a free period," Santana huffs," where does this girl study?" This time it's not Kurt or Rachel that answers, but another voice. It's soft, and sweet, and melodic to the ears.

"I study at Colombia, like you. I'm majoring in Dance, Chemistry and Biology," the voice says. Santana has never heard a voice so sweet to the ears. The words get stuck in her throat and she wonders why this is happening to her. "Hello?" The voice says again. Santana snaps out of her daze and clears her throat, fumbling for her words.

"Uh, yeah sorry, I just um…" Santana tries to think of something quick to say, but her usually witty brain is failing her right now, "I was watching a cat." Santana cringes at her lameness but that feeling fades when she hears that beautiful laugh she had heard earlier. Santana smiles inwardly at herself a little, happy that she was the reason that the girl was laughing.

"I love cats!" Santana can hear the excitement in the girl's voice, "So, I guess I'll see you soon, Santana," the voice says. She bites her lip, something about the way the mysterious girl says her name gets Santana all worked up inside. She hums incoherently and before she knows it Kurt is back on the phone and saying their good byes. The line goes dead and Santana slumps.

I didn't even get her name, she thinks.

A/N What do you guys think? You like it so far? I didn't know what career to use for Santana so i just used what i want to be when i grow up, which is a forensic scientist! spooky anyway i'm also adding this new feature where i do what glee does at the start so it'd be like ' here's what you missed on love bug' and yeah cause that way i can keep up with what i wrote without having to reread it all over again. Leave a review if you enjoyed this chapter and want to see more! LAterz Skkaterz