"The winds are changing."
"Earth to Santana!" Kurt snaps his fingers in front of Santana's face. He follows her line of sight to the window of a small cafe near the crosswalk.
Santana takes a deep breath and averts her eyes from the fragile looking salt-and-pepper haired lady sitting with a book.
"She just reminds me of someone I met a few months ago. It's uncanny really." She forces a small smile at Kurt, and eyes the crosswalk man hoping for the change to allow them to walk away. It's cold, too cold to be standing outside for extended periods of time.
"I don't know how long it's been since you've gotten some lady loving, but it can't have been THAT long ago."
Santana playfully smacks his arm and sighs as they finally have the permission to cross the street.
"That's not the type of encounter I was talking about, Hummel. But, if you must know, there was this redhead a few days ago. And let me tell you, I can't stop thinking about the way she felt. How she practically purred every time I touched her. How my fingers f-"
Santana laughed as Kurt tripped over the step up onto the sidewalk.
"No, that's quite alright. I don't need or want to know anything about your sex life. Please and thank you very much." Kurt side-eyed Santana as he brought up the elderly lady again, "so, what was with the distant look at the grandma back there?"
Without another way out, and no real reason to distract him again, Santana gave in, "Can we wait til we're inside? Cause I've only been back in Chicago for 2 minutes and I feel like my toes are going to fall off from this fucking cold weather."
"You've been here for two months, don't try to pull that shit with me. But, it doesn't matter since we're here anyway."
Santana thanked the young lady holding the door open for them. "I still don't understand why we had to drive all the way out to the burbs today, but as long as we're here I'm getting my favorite bread rolls."
They were fairly early in the dinner rush, so there was no wait for seating and they were immediately handed a bucket of peanuts and a basket of rolls. Santana slid on one side of the booth while Kurt positioned himself across from her, elbows resting on the table, and his chin on his hands. Santana exhaled a deep breath before putting her half cinna-buttered roll on her plate and continuing her story from earlier.
"So, remember when I first got back in town and you took me to the county fair?"
"Of course, that was a tough time. Is that was this is about? Your dad wou-"
"No, let me finish my story." Kurt mock zipped his lips while Santana continued on. "Anyway, the old fortune teller that you claimed never was around and only picked who she wanted to speak to. Well, I may have talked to her."
Kurt's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. Before he could interrupt her story again, Santana continued.
"When you and your flavor-of-the-month decided to go on the ferris wheel, I walked around the main strip. Taking in the lights and sounds and colors of being back in the States at autumn." A ghosting smile crosses over her face, "Anyway, a little old lady stopped me and said she needed to tell me something. I looked around, knowing there was a good chance I was being pranked or about to be mugged or something, but nothing looked out of the ordinary. She turned my hand palm side up in her leathery worn hands before closing her eyes and scaring the absolute shit out of me."
The server walked up at that moment to take their order, but Kurt was having none of it. He quickly spouted off the order that they get every time they're there: Chicken strips. Honey mustard. Fries. Coke Zero. Ribeye - Medium. Sweet Potato. Steamed Veggies. Water. Oh, and more rolls.
Kurt turned back with a scowl, "You're not making any sense, Santana! What happened? Did she pass out? Oh my god, is she dead?!"
"Kurt, you are way too dramatic for your own good." Santana flips him off and shoves a bread roll in her mouth.
"Says the one dragging out a damn story about an old lady that she possibly killed."
"As I was saying, she was just really cryptic and I thought quite drunk or high or something cause when she opened her eyes it looked like she was on a whole different planet or something. But then today, that lady in the coffee shop. I just," Santana looked around at the other diners suspiciously, "something's just not right. I mean, not wrong per say, but off."
"Stop being so unhelpful! What did she say? Do you remember the gist of it?"
"There's no way I could forget it." Santana sat back in the booth and bit her lip before continuing.
"The winds are changing. Though red skies are upon you, the day of Janus comes swiftly. With it your heart will find what it seeks. Only if you are open. Bend like the Willow, if you must, but do not let your eyes deceive you."