A/N: Everybody is an adult in New York in this story. AU!

Happy 16th Birthday to me! lol, I own nothing and sorry for all mistakes. I hope you all enjoy!

Fuck bitches. Fuck hoes. I thought, looking at Brittany and Artie wheeling around the coffee shop like it's a fucking amusement park. Disgusting. He can barely reach up to the fucking counter to get his coffee. I stand in line, waiting and trying not to be seen by them. All I want to do is get some coffee and a muffin and get the fuck out to head to the University. But it seems luck was not on my side. Brittany turns around to survey the shop and she spots me, squinting her eyes from across the room to see if it's really me. She studies my face around the big sunglasses I have on and her eyes widen before a big grin stretches across her face and she literally squeals.

"Sanny! Hi! Omg, Babe, Santana is in line!" Brittany shouts and jumps up and down, clapping excitedly. Fuck. "Artie, let's go say hi." She smiles and practically runs towards me."Santana! Its so good to see you!" She squeezes the life out of my neck while I awkwardly pat her on the back

"Hey." I say dryly. I nod at Artie and he smirks in response. Smug asshole. If you weren't already numb in the balls, I would chop them up. "How are you, Brittany?"

She frowns at the use of her full name but carries on. "I'm really good. Artie is so sweet, like, all the time! I'm so happy! I work at Julliard to help out with the dance classes. You graduated from Columbia right? Whatever you're doing, I really love the sexy business look with the black skirt and pumps. Ooh, we should double date! Shouldn't we, Artie?" She bounces and beams hopefully, he mouth moving a mile a minute.

"Babe, we can't double date because Santana doesn't have a date." He says rubbing Brittany's arm affectionately. She pout as she looks at me and Artie rolls back a little while shooting me a satisfied grin. I grit my teeth, praying for a flight of stairs to roll him down. "Babe, can you go get my coffee? Thanks." Artie says to Brittany and she dances off to the table. He smiles a cocky smile when he rolls towards me. "Are you doing okay? I mean being single and all after so many years. I'm great and in love and you should be too. Ooh, that's right you're a lesbian bitch who no one wants. You're still a big bitch without a date since junior year of college."

That's it! I don't know who this fucker thinks he is, but I don't take this shit from anybody! I"m going to go all Lima Heights on his crippled ass.

"Look, Mini Cooper. You can talk all the shit you want to, but you can't stand up and get in my face to say it. So I'm going to bend down and get in yours." I do just that and words start flying at the rage i feel. "You can't get out your chair and fuck your girl. I can. I fucked Brittany six different ways to Sunday and best believe I still can if I wanted to, don't pretend you didn't see her looking at my ass a second ago, Robo Cop. And don't you ever, and I mean fucking ever, think you can come at me like that again. I will crush your ass like a tin can, fucker. Think you can roll up on me and try to embarrass me? Make no fucking mistake, I have no qualms about fucking you up like an Arabian in airport security." I glare harder and he looks to almost piss his pants.

"Sanny? What's going on?" Brittany's worried voice sounds in my ear. I stand up straight and face her with a small smile.

"Nothing, Britt. Just a friendly chat with my man Artie."

"Ok, so Sanny, I have to ask if you're really single because you look really, really yummy." Brittany says as she leers at my chest.

I'm starting to get uncomfortable but I smirk at Artie to prove my point. I begin to respond when a cool hand wraps around my waist and soft lips kiss my cheek. "She does, doesn't she?" A husky alto voice says against my ear, causing me to shiver involuntarily. I look over to give this stranger a piece of my mind but I freeze up and stare.

My eyes meet the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my entire life. She has long blond hair that reaches her shoulder blades in her blue and white stripes sundress, accenting her curves with a red ribbon around the waist. Her full, rosy lips contrast perfectly with her flawless pale but tanned skin. She smiles her straight and pearly whites at all of us, but mostly me as she takes off her sunglasses, revealing captivating hazel eyes. I might have just come.

"I surely hope we don't classify as single." She smirks and squeezes my hip. "Hi, baby. Sorry I'm late, who is this?" She asks raising a perfectly arched eyebrow as she leans into me. I'm still a little lost in my haze of the gorgeous blonde, but then I realize she's trying to save me so I play along.

"Hey babe, it's fine. This is my ex, Brittany, and this is her boyfriend, iRobot." I say with a kiss on the cheek, trying not to show my awkwardness and act as natural as possible. I see Brittany's face turn into a frown with a look I can't quite recognize but I ignore it and wrap my arm around the slender waist by my side.

My mystery angel laughs a sexy chuckle and shakes her head. "Sweetie, play nice. It's so nice to meet you all. " She smiles a little too sweet at the. I can't stifle my laughter and she elbows me in the side.

" I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?" Brittany says with the tilt of her head. The sexy blonde chick smirks and shakes her head.

"I didn't say. Now, excuse us, Kristey, we really must get going." She grabs my hand and leads us out of the coffee shop, leaving those two up front with their mouths agape.

We walk outside among the hustle and bustle of the bust streets and she smiles a small smile at me. "Hi, I'm Quinn, nice to meet you Santana."

"How do you know my name?" She may be hot, but that doesn't mean she's not a creeper.

"I was sitting at the table in the front and it looked like you needed a little bit of help. I would have come to the rescue earlier, but the drama was too good to pass up." She smirks.

"Well, um, Quinn. Thank you." I clear my throat awkwardly and look around the city. She chuckles at my blush and hands me a card with her name and number on it.

NYADA: Quinn Fabray.

"You're welcome, but I believe I owe you a coffee." She smiles and kisses me on the cheek once more and saunters off. She smirks over her shoulder at my amused expression and throws out a quick, "Call me!"

I smile and shake my head clear before I start to walk the opposite direction to NYU. For some reason I can't help but feel giddy about the thought of seeing her again.

a/n: What do you think? Please review! I love suggestions! :)