Here's the first chapter! I hope you guys enjoy this(: Please review.
Just a little side note, I'm not sure who created the story cover, I found it on Google but the credit goes to whoever did(:
Chapter 1
Santana Lopez looked down at the shot in her hands; she let out a defeated sigh before downing it. She couldn't believe she actually had the emotionally strength to come. One of her best friends, Rachel, was turning 24 today and the party was being thrown at a very exclusive club. The old Santana would have taken advantage of the free drinks and party till dawn but this Santana was dead inside.
She had been in LA for two months trying to recruit DJ's for her production company. She had actually left early from her trip just to come here for Rachel and the first thing she did getting off the plane was come here to see her. She thought she would be having more fun but she was just miserable.
"Santana!" Rachel squealed as she walked over and hugged her, "I'm so glad that you made it. I thought you would go straight home, you know with everything that's been going on with Brittany and LA. I would have understand,"
Santana swallowed when Rachel mentioned her name but she quickly recovered. Instead she motioned the bartender for more drinks.
"I wouldn't miss your birthday for the world hobbit," Santana smirked, "Now tell me do you plan on getting laid tonight?"
"Well if Finn's plane lands from Ohio tonight then most definitely," Rachel giggled.
Santana scoffed, "Seriously? It's your birthday treat yourself to some New Yorker ass!"
Rachel rolled her eyes, "Thanks but no thanks,"
The bartender began to pour the shots, and handed them to the girls.
"Just leave the bottle," Santana motioned.
"Seriously are you planning to drink for the rest of us?" Rachel asked.
"It's just one bottle once I hit three that's when you can start to limit me," Santana said downing the shot and then grabbing the bottle.
Rachel just chuckled in response and downed her shot as well.
"Ladies!" Kurt greeted them and turned to Rachel, "You'll never guess who is on her way!"
"Ugh no one cares Lady lips," Santana felt the alcohol in her system.
"Who?"
"Quinn!"
Rachel began to squeal, "Where is she?"
"Well she said she was about 20 minutes away," Kurt said checking his phone.
"Who's Quinn?" Santana asked as she took a waterfall from the bottle of tequila.
Kurt rolled his eyes and snatched the bottle away, "She is a dear friend of ours that we have known since high school back in Lima and you would have actually met her if you ever show up to any of our Broadway shows,"
"Hey maybe you'll get along with her. She's into ladies too," Rachel winked and giggled.
"Okay first of too soon," Santana frowned taking her bottle back from Kurt, "And second off your too drunk to even be here,"
"Okay no Rach don't even go there," Kurt began and turned to Santana, "I'm sorry Satan but you are a Womanizer and you're going to stay away from Quinn,"
Santana rolled her eyes as she took another waterfall from the bottle, "It's not my fault I'm so irresistible,"
"Hate to say it but Kurt's right. Ever since what happen a few months ago you've gotten your fair share of ladies. But I guess the ladies are attracted to your extra package," Rachel smirked.
"Who am I to say no to the lovely ladies," Santana chuckled.
"I'm serious last thing she needs is to get involve with Satan," Kurt said.
"The only reason I'm not kicking your ass is because I'm so drunk I'm pretty sure I'll miss every hit," Santana pointed at Kurt.
"Ugh girls let's just go dance," Kurt said as he pulled them towards the dance floor.
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Santana didn't know how long it had been but what she did know was that she was completely out of it, how was she going to get home? Maybe she could still drive home very carefully, probably not. The most reasonable thing to do was call a cab. In that case she should get another drink before leaving. She had been dancing with Kurt and Rachel but Rachel had left a while ago see the girl Quinn. Santana was getting curious who was this Quinn.
"Hey I'm going to get another drink," Santana yelled over the music.
Kurt shook his head, "Get water, your more wasted than me and Rachel put together,"
"I can handle my liquor," Santana argued.
"Get water!" Kurt said, "I'll go find Rachel to tell her that I'll take you home. She's probably with Quinn,"
"Ugh Fine I'll be at the bar," Santana reluctantly argued.
Kurt nodded and head the opposite direction. Santana sighed if Kurt was going take her home she could at least have another drink. As she made her way over to the bar she collided with what felt like a wall.
"Ouh,"
Santana stumbled back but regained her balanced, as her vision adjusted she saw the most beautiful blonde she's ever seen… or maybe it was just the alcohol.
"I'm sorry," Santana mumbled as she noticed that she had dropped the blondes drink when she bumped into her.
"It's fine," She smiled, "I wasn't really looking where I was going,"
Those hazel eyes… Mmm they were driving Santana crazy.
"Let me get you another drink?" Santana smirked, "It's the least I can do,"
The blonde seem to study Santana for a minute before letting a smile appeared across her face, "Seems fair,"
Santana motioned the bartender for two more drinks.
"That's very kind of you…."
"Santana," Santana said.
"I'm Quinn,"
So this was Quinn, and god she was gorgeous. Santana couldn't help but scan the blondes body, and boy did she have a good rack. Unfortunately for Santana, Quinn seemed to notice this.
"Could you be more obvious?" Quinn grimaced as they got their drinks.
"Well you are kind of irresistible," Santana said with a seductive smile.
Quinn let out a small chuckle, "Are you hitting on me?"
"That all depends," Santana said as she downed her shot, "Is that something you would like?"
Quinn looked at Santana and downed her shot instead of answering her.
Santana felt her phone vibrate and when she looked who it was she turned it off quickly.
"Anyone you don't want to talk to?" Quinn raised an eyebrow.
"No one worth my time," Santana sighed, "Do you want to get out of here?"
"Well aren't you upfront?" Quinn smirked.
"I don't like to play games. If I want someone I let them know,"
Quinn looked at Santana once more and then leaned in to whisper in Santana's ear, "I'll drive,"
Santana let a small smile out and grabbed Quinn's hand leading her out of the club.
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Santana panted as she rolled off Quinn and laid next to her. What was it about this girl that drove Santana crazy, this had literally been one of the best night in months. Quinn was a freak in the sheets and Santana loved it.
Quinn turned to look at Santana and smiled.
"What?" Santana chuckled.
"I've never been with anyone like you before," Quinn said as her she played with Santana's hand.
Santana gave her a small questioning smile.
"I like it," Quinn smiled as she intertwined her hand with Santana's.
Santana let out a smirk before leaning in to place a kiss on Quinn's neck.
"So what happens now?" Quinn asked.
"Well," Santana began as she continued to place kisses all over Quinn's neck, "You could walk out or we could go for round 2, lady's choice?"
Quinn let out a small chuckle and leaned in pressing her lips against Santana's.
"Are you ready to be screaming my name again?"
"Get over yourself," Quinn laughed.
"I'm keeping it real," Santana shrugged.
"This is going to be a long night isn't it," Quinn smiled.
"You bet your ass it is," Santana said as she pulled Quinn in for a kiss.
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"San,"
Santana felt a hand on her shoulder that kept shaking her. She wanted it to go away, why would Quinn be awake at this hour she was as drunk as Santana last night. Oh god how Santana hated waking up early and even worse with a hangover.
"Quinn stop it," Santana mumbled.
"Hey wake up! It's Blaine,"
Blaine? What the hell was Blaine doing in her condo? And where was Quinn? This made Santana to immediately wake up. She wanted to know where the blonde had gone.
"What are you doing here?" Santana asked as she tried to sit up.
"Well first how about you put one some clothes," Blaine commented as he went over to Santana's closet to get some clothes for her.
It was then that Santana realized she was still naked from last night; she pulled up the sheets to cover up her body, "It's nothing you haven't seen before,"
Blaine just chuckled, "Puck and I landed today at JFK and head to the company when I got a call from Kurt. Apparently you disappeared last night on him but seeing from the state you're in I figure that you got wasted and brought a lady home,"
"Could you stop with the yelling," Santana said holding her head.
"I'm not yelling that's your hangover. We can get you coffee for that but you're going to have to shower later. We have to head to the company now to sign papers for the new DJ from LA," Blaine explained.
Santana nodded and did what Blaine told her. She had known Blaine since she was a kid; they use to live down the street from each other in the Bronx. He was the only one that understood her all her life even though she was such a bitch sometimes, he was her family. He was there for her when her family practically disowned her when she said she wanted to be a DJ instead of going into the Family stocking business.
And now she had made it, she along with Blaine and their other friend Puck owned the company Legacy Productions that booked DJ's, including Santana herself, all the hottest clubs and events in New York. The company didn't make millions but it did make enough for Santana to have a condo in NY and LA. She had met Kurt ad Rachel through Blaine and Puck when she was doing a gig at one of the clubs about three years ago and they have been friends ever since.
Which made her wonder what Kurt would say if he found out that she not only didn't stay away from Quinn but she had actually fucked her…twice.
Quinn, why the hell had she left? Santana thought that she could maybe get her number or something after last night. What that they had was literally epic and she expected more but she was a fool. Of course Quinn had left it was just a one night stand, that's what you do, you do the walk of shame and that's exactly Quinn had done.
Santana shook her head as she sat in the car seat. She wasn't going to get attach to anyone not now, not ever again, not after Brittany.
"Hey what's going through you mind?" Blaine asked.
"Nothing," Santana lied, "Just the hangover,"
"So who's Quinn?" Blaine smiled, "Is this someone I will actually get to meet?"
Santana scoffed, "I doubt I will ever meet her again,"
"Oh was she that bad?" Blaine cringed.
"No, she was…she was amazing," Santana sighed, "But I'm guessing she snuck out at the crack of dawn,"
"Ouch," Blaine smiled, "Someone other than you actually did the walk of shame,"
"Shut up," She rolled her eyes, "So what are we doing today? Because this hangover is killing me,"
They arrived at the company and they both got out and head inside.
"Well we just got to sign some paper work for the new DJ and you have to decide what bookings you're going to do for the next two months and whatever left we give to the other DJ's,"
Santana sighed, "Alright let's get this show on the road,"
1 Month Later
Rachel strutted her way through the hall with Kurt. Quinn had texted them to meet at her apartment as soon as possible, she said it was an emergency.
"Do you think she's okay?" Kurt asked.
"Let's hope so," Rachel said.
Rachel had only seen Quinn a few times after her birthday party, they had both had a very busy schedule that they really hadn't had time to spend as much time with each other as they use to.
They stopped at her apartment door and Kurt knocked.
It hadn't even been 10 second when the door opened up.
"Thank god you guys are here," Quinn said as she let them in.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah why did you text us a 911?" Rachel asked.
"Have you been crying?" Kurt asked.
Quinn took a deep breath and looked back and forth between Rachel and Kurt.
"Quinn what's going on?" Rachel asked.
"I'm pregnant," Quinn finally said.
There was silence between the three of them; both Kurt and Rachel seemed to be in shock. They weren't exactly sure if they heard right.
"I'm sorry I think I didn't hear right," Rachel said, "Did you just say that your pregnant?"
Tears began to slip down Quinn's cheeks, "This wasn't how it was supposed to be. I'm 23 years old my career is barely starting," Quinn sobbed as she slumped on her couch.
Rachel immediately went to her side to hug her.
"Hey it's going to be okay," Kurt said as he sat beside here, "We'll figure something out."
"But how did this happen?" Rachel asked, "With who? I haven't seen you with anyone,"
"When did this even happened?" Kurt asked, "I thought you said you wanted to focus on your career,"
"It was stupid," Quinn said as she whipped her tears, "It happened the night of Rachel's party, I was really drunk and it just happened,"
"Hey it's okay," Rachel soothed, "Just tell us what happened,"
"Um that's actually why I called you because I need your help to contact her," Quinn said, "She' was at your party, I thought maybe you knew her,"
"I'm sorry are we talking about a she?" Kurt gaped, "Please don't tell me that the she you're talking about is Santana!?"
Quinn frowned, "How did you know?"
Rachel sighed, "I can't believe Santana,"
"Are you sure?" Kurt asked.
"That's the only person I've slept with in months Kurt. You guys of all people should know that. It's hers," Quinn cried.
Kurt looked at Quinn and saw how broken up she was about all this. The last thing she needed right now was a lecture, that would be reserved for later but right what she needed was her friends.
"Hey we'll help you figure this out," Kurt said, "You have us okay,"
Rachel nodded, "Yeah, don't worry everything will be okay,"
"How am I supposed to tell her that I'm pregnant with her kid?"
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