anyone else but you | deantana.
It wasn’t until Santana was physically present at the party - flashing lights bouncing off her tan skin and people pushed up against each other - that she realized her biggest mistake; arriving alone. Everyone seemed to be paired and chatting it up with someone, because no one in their right mind would show up to a party all on their own. Santana made a note to herself to either stay home or invite someone from work next time. Hopefully she’d be able to find Mike or someone that she recognized, or else she was going to end up being known as that pathetic girl drinking the night away.
This wasn’t exactly turning out to be the night that Santana hoped for. Good thing it was still early that the chances of things changing for the better were high - for now. Of course, there was no way that Santana was going to make it through the night sober. She needed some sort of drink in her hand, and she needed it now. But of course, the night wouldn’t arrive without a little trouble.
As Santana looked up to see who was the unfortunate soul to get in her way, she was surprised to realize that she actually recognized who it was. And it was also the last person she wanted to run into. “Please, shouldn’t I be saying that to you?” she retorted. “Seriously, shouldn’t you be busy trying to put your hand down some chick’s pants? Or were you just that memorized by my beauty that you had to figure out my every location?”
As if the party didn't already come with a great start for Dean, it just got better when he ran into none other than Santana Lopez. It was obvious immediately that the girl was more than annoyed with him, especially since he all but bumped into her. But for some reason that just made him even more amused. The girl was hot, that was for sure- and she was definitely the type of girl that he would normally go for. But there was something about her that made it even more fun for him to mess with. Even if there was a small part of him that was legit terrified she would follow through with her threats.
He couldn't help but laugh at the accusation that he was stalking her, his head falling back with his laughter. Once he stopped laughing, his lips curled into a smirk and he leaned in to make sure she heard him without needing to tell. "I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but you're not that special." He teased and when he leaned back he reached over to the table they were both now standing next to and poured two drinks.
"Besides, I live here. You actually came to the place I live. I'm sorry, but that looks kind of stalkerish if you ask me," he explained, finishing his statement in a sing song voice, glancing over his shoulder to wink at her before turning around and handing her one of the cups.
