Hey everyone! Just another Fosters fanfic, detailing my version of how Lena and Stef met, and then going onto their life together...I hope you enjoy! Please read, rate and review!

"I can't believe I let this happen again," Lena thought to herself, in between tears and some telenovelas. She was referring to catching Gretchen cheating on her for the fourth time - this time the last time. Gretchen had just been by to get some of the things she had left at Lena's - the two had been living together, but after Gretchen's third indiscretion, they decided to build back their once strong foundation - in separate places.

There was no getting around it this time. This really was the end. Lena wanted that door closed, and she wanted to find someone she could trust, love and be with forever. It's not like she was old - she was only 25, but she really wanted to settle down. She was tired of online dating, tired of the bar scene, tired of cheaters. She just wanted to meet her match.

She looked up and it was 8:30. She had been in her apartment all day, and decided that she needed to get out. She would normally go to the bar down the street (Not for pickups, just for drinks. She knew the bartenders well as well as the normal crowd) but she decided to venture a little outside of her comfort zone this time. She got dressed up in some super tight jeans and a halter top with some awesome pink stilettos. She wasn't trying for a relationship or anything, but she wasn't averse to a one night stand. If some woman noticed her, she certainly wouldn't push her away.

The evening air hit her hard as she waited for a cab. Finally, one came, and she instructed the driver to take her to Gossip Girl, a lesbian bar she had been to a few times over the years. She had a lot of friends that went there and all she heard was good things, so she figured she would give it a shot. She exited the cab and paid the driver, and walked inside. It was definitely a lesbian bar as there was a very feminine theme plastered across the decor. She looked and saw so many beautiful women, all talking and conversing. She liked that no one knew her. She wasn't on the prowl at all, and was perfectly happy to people watch.

As she sauntered her way to the bar and sat down, she noticed that the bartender was very cute. Kinda hipster with dark glasses and a bunch of tattoos up and down her arms. She and Lena made eye contact, and she was beyond friendly.

"Haven't seen you in here," she said as she approached Lena.

"Well, I haven't been here in a couple of years. But I have friends who come here often and really like it, so I figured I would check it out."

"I'm glad our popularity is spreading," the dark haired woman joked. "Now, can I get you something?"

"As a matter of fact, you can," Lena said. "How about a dry martini?"

"Excellent choice," the bartender said. "Coming right up."

As this mystery woman mixed Lena's drink, she scanned the room. There certainly were a lot of beautiful women there, which was a bit overwhelming. Lena decided she was just going to kick back, and not approach anyone. If someone came up to her, then so be it.

"That'll be 8.50," the bartender said. Lena handed her a ten, and made sure that she knew not to give her any change. "Thanks," the bartender said. "I'm Amy by the way. If you need anything, just let me know."

Lena thanked her and smiled. She then sipped her martini and continued to scan the room. There were people dancing, people talking, and it seemed like every last one of them was beautiful. Before she looked up, she was finished with her martini and Amy had already appeared with another one. Lena was not really a big drinker, but she figured she deserved it tonight. She finished the second one, and Amy gave her a third. At this point, Lena was passed tipsy and into the drunk category. She got up and made her way to the dance floor where she sashayed with many, many attractive ladies.

"Can I get you a drink?" one of them said. Lena's vision was a little fuzzy, but she saw this woman was attractive. About 5'8" with beautiful olive skin and piercing green eyes. Lena said yes to the drink even though she knew she shouldn't. About ten minutes later, the woman returned, Martini in tow. Lena knew she shouldn't drink anymore. But, she didn't want to be rude, so she took it anyway and sipped and balanced it while she danced with this lovely woman. They danced closely, and there was certainly heat between them, and with Lena drunk, she didn't care much what she looked like. She then felt a tap on her shoulder and a whisper in her ear.

"Round two?" The woman said. Lena really shouldn't drink anymore, but this woman bought one so she figured she would return the favor. So she stumbled to the bar, and Amy hooked her up with two more martinis. As she made it back to the dance floor, the woman whispered in Lena's ear once more.

"So do you want to get a table or something?" Lena nodded yes and the two of them made there way over.

"It's nice to be away from all the commotion," the woman said. "I love dancing, but it was really loud and sweaty over there."

"I know," Lena said. "And I'm Lena by the way."

"I'm Gretchen," the woman responded.

As soon as the word "Gretchen" exited the woman's mouth, Lena's heart sunk. This woman did nothing wrong, but just hearing that name made Lena infuriated. Her drunkenness didn't help matters as she really wasn't thinking clearly.

"Is something the matter?" Gretchen said. She could tell Lena was upset.

"No, it's nothing. It's just…my ex's name is Gretchen."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," she responded. "But trust me, we're not all bad…."

Gretchen leaned in and stroked Lena's hand. This normally would be enough for Lena, but the alcohol coupled with sitting beside this other Gretchen just set Lena off.

"Excuse me," Lena said as she reached for her phone. She had deleted Gretchen's number, but she had it memorized. She dialed as she made her way out of the club. As the phone rang and rand and went to voicemail, so much of Lena's anger was at a boiling point. She normally never got this angry, but the liquid courage pushed her to new limits.

"Gretchen, you BITCH!" Lena screamed. "I can't believe I wasted so much time on a cheating whore like you. I'm so much better off without you. God, what a bitch you are!" Lena hung up, but realized she wasn't done. She dialed the phone again, and again it went to voicemail. She then screamed into it once more.

"Gretchen, you've gotta be the lowest human being on the earth. You're lower than a slug! I can't believe I dated you, you stupid bitch whore. What a waste of skin you are…."

She hung up again. She looked and realized that a crowd had formed around her and was watching her, which is really something she was not used to. But, she was drunk enough that she didn't care anymore. She dialed once more.

"Gretchen, you're such a WHORE!" She screamed. "A lying, cheating, stupid disgusting whore! I hate you. I hate everything about you. You're just the worst person in the world. I hope you drop DEAD!"

Right as "drop dead" came out of her mouth, she noticed a cop car drive up. She was still drunk and a little disoriented and didn't realize why a cop would be there.

Lena then saw a beautiful, striking blonde woman step out of the police car. She didn't really have many thoughts about cops, but this one surely was gorgeous.

"Ma'am we were called because a woman matching your description was inebriated, disruptive and was making threatening phone calls," the blonde cop said. "Do you know anything about that?" Stef was playing police, as she knew that Lena was the one causing the disturbance.

"I'm sorry…" Lena slurred. "It's just, my ex is a bitch. And then I met a woman who has her name and…well, it set me off."

"OK" Stef replied. "But you can't just go screaming into your phone about her at the top of your lungs in public while you're drunk."

"Oh…I'm not druuuunnnnkkkk," Lena said as she gave Stef a playful push. "I'm just having a good tiiiiimmmmeeeeeee!"

"Ms. Please, you can't touch an officer like that. Now, let me call you a cab, and just go home. I'd take you myself, but I need to finish my shift."

"You don't want to take meeeeeee…..?" Lena said as she playfully patted Stef again. "I think I want to go with you….."

"Ms. you're drunk. I'm going to call you a cab…."

"But I don't wanna go home!" Lena screamed. "Unless it's with you!" Just then, Lena took out her phone and dialed Gretchen one more time.

"Ms., please put your phone down…"

But before Stef could finish, Lena was already into another drunken message.

"Gretchen, you BITCH! I hate you. And I swear, if I ever find you, I'm going to really do something to fuck you up…."

At this point, Stef had had enough. She knew what she had to do, even though she didn't want to.

"OK, Ms. that's enough. You're under arrest."

Lena looked at her and couldn't believe it. Her drunkenness made her not realize the gravity of the situation, but she still couldn't believe she was about to be arrested. She had never even had a parking ticket.

"Under arrest? For what?" Lena said incredulously.

"For public intoxication, now, You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?" Knowing that Lena probably didn't hear any of this, Stef just kept going. She got out her handcuffs. "Please put your hands behind your back, ma'am…"

"Oh, bondage?" Lena said. "My safe word is apples."

"Oh god," Stef said as she fastened the cuffs tightly around Lena's wrists. "OK, let's go" she followed.

There was maybe a 15 foot walk from where they were to Stef's car. Lena didn't seem to care that much that many people saw her doing a perp walk, but that was due to the alcohol. Had she been sober, she would have been mortified.

"These are kinda tight," Lena said. "And I like it…." Lena was turning on the flirting now. It was a combination of the booze, and the fact that she found Stef to be gorgeous. As they approached the car, Stef placed Lena in the backseat and seat belted her in. With that, they were on their way.