December

She strutted down the street, her heels clicking angrily against the cement and her pea coat barely keeping her warm at all with her only wearing a short cocktail dress inside.

She soon reached her bus stop and leaned against the nearest building, waiting impatiently with a scowl on her pretty face. She knew she shouldn't be smoking, but she wasn't having the best day, so she quickly grabbed a cigarette from her purse and lit it before she had a chance to decide otherwise.

The smoking helped calm her down a little bit.

The calmness was soon shattered, however, when she heard footsteps coming her way. Okay, so Santana knew how smoking hot she was, but, as much as she loved compliments, she simply wasn't in the mood to be hit on right then.

As expected, the footsteps stopped right beside her, and Santana prepared herself for another one of those generically handsome guys who thought they were the shit to ask for her number.

Not as expected, she heard a female voice. "Hey."

Santana looked up and found herself staring into mesmerizing, deep, blue eyes that made her lose her composure for just a second. The eyes belonged to a woman with pin straight blonde hair and hands down the hottest body Santana had ever seen. "Hey," Santana finally replied coolly.

"You look nice."

Santana scoffed.

"Are you going somewhere?"

"No."

"Then why are you all dressed up?"

Santana looked at the woman again. She honestly was not in the mood for small talk, but the woman's eyes looked so hopeful and so… blue, Santana decided she could at least be polite. "I'm supposed to be on date."

"But?"

Santana sighed. "He didn't show up."

"Oh."

Awkward silence. Santana was relieved the conversation was over.

She was wrong. "I can't imagine why someone wouldn't show up to a date with you."

Is she flirting with me? Santana smiled weakly at the blonde.

"Hey, since you're all dressed up anyway, would you like to have dinner with me?"

Really? So, no, Santana was wrong about an egomaniac approaching her, but she was right about the being hit on part. "Um, I don't even know you."

"I know, but you will once we have dinner." The woman smiled. She did have a very irresistible smile.

Santana coughed. "I don't, uh, date women."

"Who said I was asking you out on a date?"

"I just assumed…" Santana wasn't used to being the speechless one in a conversation. And she hated it.

The woman laughed. "Do you want it to be a date?"

Santana stared back at her confusedly, relieved when she heard the loud machinery of the bus nearing the stop. "I'm sorry, but I have to go."

February

Santana whipped her head around as a flash of blonde passed by her left.

She really had to stop doing that.

She had to stop double-taking every time a tall blonde walked by.

She had no idea why, but she couldn't get that blonde she met at the bus stop two months ago out of her head. Maybe because it was the first time a woman had asked her out. Maybe.

Or maybe because she was mind-blowingly attractive, but no. Santana liked men. Dated men. Had sex with men. Fell in love with…well, she couldn't say. She hadn't fallen in love yet.

April

It almost felt like déjà vu. Again, Santana was stood up on a date. Again, she was power-walking down the same street in impossibly high heels and an impossibly short dress. Again, she leaned against the nearest building, waiting for the bus.

The only difference was that she didn't pull out a cigarette this time. She had quit a month ago for the fifth time, and she was actually trying to refrain from smoking.

She heard footsteps coming her way, and her heart fluttered momentarily until she looked up to see a generically handsome man approaching. She rolled her eyes and stared at the bus stop again.

"Hey," he said.

She nodded back.

"You're all dressed up."

She gave him a tight-lipped smile.

"Are you going on a date with your boyfriend?"

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"Ohhh, okay." He grinned. "So you're available."

Santana remained silent.

"Well, I was just thinking maybe we could go out sometime?"

Just as Santana tried to come up with a polite denial, she heard another voice join the conversation.

"Give it up. I tried. Didn't work. She doesn't date strangers."

Both the man and Santana swiveled around to the source of the voice. It was the tall blonde woman with the otherworldly eyes. Santana felt her heartbeat speed up, and she took a deep breath, trying her best to keep her cool.

This time, she smiled at the woman, who smiled back politely.

The man, who assumed they knew each other, just shrugged and moved on.

"Hey," the blonde said.

"Hi," Santana replied.

"Good to see you're in a better mood today."

Santana grimaced. "Actually, I'm not. You must be my unlucky star. I just got stood up again."

The woman chuckled. "Both times I run into you, you're all ready for a date. I think it's a message, don't you?"

Santana couldn't help but smile back this time. "What's your name?"

"Brittany."

Santana mused over the sound of it for a second. "Brittany," she repeated the name to herself quietly.

Brittany nodded.

The sound of tires screeching to a halt pulled Santana's attention away. She glanced over at the stop and saw her bus approaching.

She glanced at Brittany, who was staring at the bus as well.

Turning to Brittany, she said, "It was very nice meeting you. Or meeting you again."

Brittany smiled.

Giving Brittany one last glance over her shoulder, Santana started walking toward the bus.

Then, she stopped. "Brittany?"

Brittany looked up from the ground, her eyes round and shimmering.

"Brittany, would you like to go on a date with me?"