Hello! Thanks for deciding to check out my fic. The first 4 chapters of this story are almost like a long introduction, and the setting will change after that so be patient and stick with me :) All chapter titles are songs that I felt fitted with the chapter, at least in some way. This is 'Met This Girl' by McFly.

Thoughts are in italics.

p.s. massive thanks to RivergronLover for helping me out when I wanted to discuss all my ideas for new fics! Cheers, Ned. You're awesome.

Chapter 1- Met This Girl

The sun blazed down, scattering light on the soft, white sand. The ocean gently lapped against the shore, the water clear and warm. All around people were lying happily, enjoying another day in the Floridian sun with not a care in the world.

But Santana Lopez was bored. Like, ridiculously bored.

It was day ten of their two week vacation in Florida and Santana could not wait to go home. She disliked spending time with her Dad and being forced to spend two weeks with him and her stupid Step Mom was way too much. On top of that she had to deal with the 2 Super Brats AKA the most irritating boys in the world. No, the universe.

She sighed as she brushed her fingers along the hot sand. She prayed some kind of miracle would happen and she'd be transported somewhere else. Oh well, at least I look super hot in my bikini. Silver linings and all. However, her hot body had not been put to much good use in Florida. Back home she had girls falling all around her but somehow she had yet to find a girl to shamelessly flirt with on holiday. Santana knew if she did that her holiday would definitely improve. After all, flirting with hot girls seemed to make everything better.

Suddenly she felt water splash on her back, the contrast in temperature against her sun soaked body caused her to scream. She didn't need to look up to know that the culprit was one of her stupid step brothers. It didn't matter which one was responsible, Santana was going to kill him.

"Oh my god! Alex, you're an idiot!" She yelled, looking up at Super Brat Number 1.

The fourteen year old just laughed. His twin brother (Super Brat Number 2) was soon by his side.

"Santana! You need to calm down. Hey, this might help you cool off." Matt said as he emptied a bucket of water all over her, smirking as he did.

"You're fucking dead!" She said through gritted teeth. Anger was coursing through her veins, and it was taking every ounce of self control that she had not to strangle the pair of them.

Suddenly she saw her Dad approaching and she knew it was too late to deliver any kind of payback, either verbal or physical, "Hey guys! Everything alright?"

"No! Those idiots have drenched me with water. It's gone all over my phone!" Santana yelled.

Her Dad chuckled and ruffled Matt's hair, "Boys, eh?" Matt and Alex smirked at Santana. As usual Dad's little stars couldn't do anything wrong. They grinned as they ran back off down the beach. "Don't do it again!" He yelled after them.

Santana got up in a huff, she hated that her Mom had made her agree to go on this holiday, "I'm going for a walk."

She grabbed her potentially ruined phone and her headphones and jammed the buds into her ears, praying her phone still worked. She was in luck. She turned up the volume on her favourite song and walked down the beach, ignoring her Dad's calls from behind her. She couldn't care less where she was going as long as it is was away from him.

Music blared from Santana's headphones and she could see other people staring at her as she walked past. She was pretty sure it had nothing to do with her rock hard abs and everything to do with the look on her face (as well as the obnoxiously loud music that she was sure everyone could hear leaking from her headphones). As she walked down the beach she felt something hit her in the back of her head.

"Are you kidding me?" She said under her breath as she rubbed the back of her head. She turned around and saw a phone on the floor and a girl by her feet. She pulled out her headphones, tugging on the cable so that they were abruptly ripped from her ears.

"Oh my god, I'm so clumsy! I'm sorry. I just tripped and my phone flew out of my hand... Are you ok?" The girl said as she stood up, her words tumbling out of her mouth.

The first thing Santana noticed were her eyes. They were incredible, containing a intriguing mix of colours that Santana thought had the potential to be hypnotising. The words coming from the girl's mouth may as well have been a different language because Santana didn't hear a single one. She was completely and utterly mesmerised.

"Hello?" The girl said, looking a little confused.

"What? Oh... Erm... Sorry." Santana said, blushing.

"Are you ok?"

Santana couldn't help staring at the girl. She was absurdly pretty. "Yes..." Santana stuttered slightly, "Yeah, I'm erm... I'm fine." Real smooth, Lopez!

The girl smiled and Santana's heart seemed to leap into her throat, "Good, I wouldn't want to hurt you."

"No harm done." Santana smiled back. She had no idea why the anger that had previously been coursing through her body had started to dissipate, but regardless she could feel her mood lightening and part of her didn't care why. Santana sensed their conversation was coming to a close but all she knew was she didn't want to let this girl go yet. Suddenly the words left her mouth, unplanned and hurried, "I'm Santana by the way."

The girl seemed somewhat surprised, "Oh... Hi Santana, I'm Quinn."

"I was just about to go get a coffee. Do you want one?" Santana couldn't believe what she had just said. A blush spread through her cheeks instantly, and she cringed inwardly as she felt the warmth of it on her face. Had she really just asked this stranger for coffee? She began to feel a bit of an idiot, "I mean... Only if you want to. I mean you're probably busy so it's no problem."

"Coffee?" Quinn asked, raising one eyebrow. Santana's stomach tensed at the action and she couldn't help thinking that eyebrows had never looked so sexy.

"It's ok. Forget it... Oh, don't forget your phone." Santana said as she held out Quinn's phone, dusting off the sand. Santana made a mental note never to ask a ridiculously attractive stranger to coffee again, at least not in such a lame way. Talk about out of my league...

"Coffee sounds good."

It took a moment for Quinn's words to register in Santana's head. Did she just say yes? "Erm... Awesome. I mean, cool."

Quinn giggled and the sound seemed to make Santana's knees go weak. "Where were you going then?"

"Huh?"

"For coffee. You said you were getting coffee."

"Oh," Santana began, feeling slightly foolish, "Yeah. Erm... I don't know yet."

Quinn beamed, "I know a great place!"

"Awesome! Lead the way." Santana replied, barely believing her luck. She had no idea what was currently happening but whatever it was, she didn't care. Was this a date, a 'thing', or just a coffee? All she knew was she was about to have coffee with the most beautiful girl she had ever seen.

"It's this way," Quinn said, grabbing Santana's hand. The contact made Santana shudder, and waves of electricity seemed to course through her stinging her deliciously.

As Quinn led her away from the beach she couldn't help thinking that maybe this holiday wouldn't be quite so bad after all.

Santana had to admit that right now she was drinking the best coffee in the world. She had no doubt that this latte was the same as any other latte, but for some reason it tasted like nectar from the Gods. Santana was pretty sure she knew the reason why, and that reason was called 'Quinn'. She looked up, still not quite believing that Quinn had agreed to go for coffee with her. The girl was absent mindedly running her hand through her hair, and as she did Santana swore she could smell a tantalising combination of coconut and vanilla.

Right, come on. I just need to figure out if she's gay. Drop in some kind of offhand comment about the waitress being attractive. No… No, then she might think I want to hook up with the waitress. Lopez! Jeez! Get your act together.

Santana was not used to feeling so nervous. Back home she was the Queen of Cool. Girls adored her, without much effort on her part; this was probably due to her confident nature as well as her amazing rack. But something about this whole situation was different. Quinn was different. Something about her made Santana's body tingle, and her brain turn to complete and utter mush. For some reason, she didn't just want Quinn... she felt like she needed her.

"So erm…" Santana struggled. She hated that she had suddenly and inexplicably developed some kind of inability to speak properly, "You from around here?" Oh my god. I am so fucking lame.

"Erm, no. Vacation. You know the drill." Quinn smiled, "How about you?"

Santana couldn't help smiling back. This girl is incredible. My conversational skills are about as good as a platypus but she's still managing to look interested.

"Oh, I'm on a super exciting holiday with my Dad and his family. I'm just loving it."

"Somehow I don't believe you." Quinn said, narrowing her eyes and giggling.

Santana's stomach squirmed, that giggle was the most adorable thing she had ever heard, "Quinn! I'm shocked! I was being totally genuine."

Quinn laughed, flashing a ridiculously cute smile.

What the hell is happening to me?! Right, we've both finished our coffees and Dad's probably going mental. I can't have long left here. Play it cool… Come on, you're Santana 'Smooth' Lopez. Woo her and get your mack on. Simple. That's how you roll.

"How long are you around for?" That's the best I can come up with?! I'm dying here…

"Another 4 days, then back home! You?"

"Same! I won't lie, I can't wait to head back. You're the best thing that's happened to me all holiday."

Great, so I've gone from lamest person in the world to practically declaring my love.

Quinn looked at Santana, then smiled softly, "It is nice to meet someone I can hang out with. I've got to admit, this holiday has been pretty dull so far. Mom and Dad aren't exactly the best company."

"Same. My Dad drives me round the bend. I feel like he's just constantly trying to make up for leaving Mom rather than actually caring about me." Whoa, when did I decide to share and care?

"That sucks," Quinn said genuinely, "Are you ok?"

Santana couldn't help but feel comfortable around Quinn, "I'm a big girl, I'm used to it by now."

As Quinn smiled she looked down at her phone, "Sorry, I should probably get back, Mom and Dad will be wondering where I am."

Santana tried to hide her disappointment, "Yeah, me too." Both girls stood up and headed towards the door, "I've had a really nice time though. Thanks for rescuing me from another boring day."

As they stood outside the coffee shop, Santana panicked. Was Quinn about to slip away from her? If she was going to make a move, she knew she needed to do it now. She desperately wanted to, but it was like her brain was overloaded and she couldn't find the right words to say. Why did it matter anyway? What was so special about Quinn?

"Santana?" Quinn interrupted her stream of thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"You've been pretty distracted all afternoon."

Shit. "Sorry, Quinn. I haven't meant to be, I promise."

"Well, I was kinda wondering why?"

Santana stuttered, "I… Erm..."

"Because if you want to kiss me, you should just do it."

Santana's brain took a while to comprehend what Quinn had just said, "I… I should…"

"Kiss me. You should kiss me." Quinn said, stepping closer.

Santana grinned, "That sounds pretty good to me."

She tucked a lock of hair behind Quinn's ear and gently pulled her forwards. Their lips met, the pressure soft at first. Quinn responded and Santana's confidence grew. She ran her tongue along Quinn's bottom lip, gently biting it before darting her tongue into her mouth. Santana was sure she heard a soft moan leave Quinn's mouth. Quinn responded, their lips and tongues dancing against each other in perfect timing, as though they had been doing this dance forever. Eventually they pulled apart.

Quinn smiled, "See? I don't know why you've been so nervous all afternoon."

Santana stuttered slightly, the words she wanted to find seemed to be lost within a labyrinth, "You're very… dazzling. You… dazzled me." Dazzled? What the fuck? God, it's a good job I'm a good kisser.

Quinn's eyebrow raised and Santana's stomach lurched, her mind full of ideas that were definitely not appropriate for a such a public place, "Dazzled?"

Santana ignored the comment, somehow being near Quinn seemed to turn her into some kind of flailing idiot. She took a deep breath and said, much more confidently than she actually felt, "So when are you going to give me your number?"

Quinn laughed softly, "Someone's confident." She paused, "I better go. This was fun. Maybe I'll see you around." She turned on her heel and began to walk away, grinning.

"What? Are you serious?" Santana called after her in disbelief.

Quinn looked back, "I get the feeling you're no good for me, Santana. Let's leave it up to fate. Maybe I'll see you again."

Santana was left stunned, one question filling her mind.

What the hell just happened?