Paperweight

Chapter 2: Part 2

Unfortunately, after the high bar Sam has set, the next few interviews are a disaster. A round faced redhead girl who looks about 12 comes in, and she starts off alright, until Santana opens her portfolio. Lopez-Fabray Design is a graphic design company, not a pepper advertising company. After an extremely nervous guy with a fuzzy ginger afro who doesn't take his eyes off Santana's tits the entire interview leaves, Santana gives great consideration to actually burning the chair he was sitting on.

Santana is broken from her thoughts about where she can buy gasoline by Quinn groaning at dropping her head into her hands. "This is Sam's fault. He got our hopes up that there are actually talented and somewhat sane people in New York than want to work for us." Santana snickers at Quinn's distress as the next moron knocks on the door. Quinn shouts for them to come in as Santana glances down at the list of names.

"Hi. You must be Tina." Santana raises her eyes to the Asian girl shaking Quinn's hand. She thanks whatever God is up there that Tina is at least hot, so even if she's awful, this interview won't be as bad as the previous few

Tina smiles at Santana as she sits down. "Tina Cohen-Chang, yes, nice to meet you both."

Thankfully, Tina is not awful. At all. She's very good actually. Santana is skimming through her impressive portfolio when she hears Tina mention something.

"Wait, your boyfriend has the same last name as you? Isn't that a little weird?"

Quinn hisses at her under her breath to be polite, but Tina just laughs. "It can get kind of annoying when people think we're siblings, but most of the time people just think we're married." Santana shrugs and goes back to her portfolio. Tina seems to specialize in advertising, so she chucks another thanks up to that God again that she can actually stand the girl so far, as Santana's department could do with another as talented as Tina. Not that Santana is difficult to work with. Or scares everyone off with her temper and endless supply of insults. Not at all.

After Tina leaves and Santana places a tick next to her name on the list, she realizes it's almost 4pm. The next interview isn't for another 15 minutes, so she offers to go and get some coffee from the Starbucks across the street. Quinn tells Santana her ridiculously specific order, of which Santana fully blames Berry for, she grabs her coat and purse and heads outside.

Narrowly avoiding being hit by a taxi driver that Santana immediately decides is on meth from the psychotic way he's driving, she makes it into the Starbucks and joins the queue. Staring up at the menu, trying to see if this Starbucks even has soy vanilla beans or whatever the fuck Rachel has convinced Quinn to drink, she doesn't notice how close she is to the person in front of her, and accidentally walks straight into the back of them.

Smooth Lopez, real smooth, she internally berates herself. She is about to tell the person she walked into to watch where they're going as if it's their fault, when she looks up and into possibly the bluest eyes she's ever seen.

The snarky remark gets lodged in her throat, and what comes out instead is, "Uh, sorry."

Except her voice sounds a lot higher pitched than it usually is.

Clearing her throat, Santana blinks to try and get those eyes out of her head, but of course that doesn't work at all as when she opens them again, the girl is still staring at her.

It might be the fact that she hasn't gotten laid in what seems like a very long time, i.e. two weeks, but the only thought crossing Santana's mind is that this girl is gorgeous. Like, ridiculously so.

She's a few inches taller than Santana, with the most amazing blue eyes Santana has ever seen, with a light blue beanie on top of her gorgeous blond hair. Her hair is actually amazing, Santana realizes as she does a quick double take. She wonders what kind of shampoo Miss. Beautiful Blue Eyes uses. The perks of being a lesbian, you get amazing sex and you can discuss girly shit like beauty products and make up.