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She still looked the same. Same blonde hair, same sparkling blue eyes, same slim and yet muscular build, same laugh that drifted to Santana's ears. She couldnt believe it. What could she be doing here? Now, of all times? Santana was glad that her match was over, because there was no doubt that her head would be bouncing off the mat due to lack of focus, instead of her sparring partner's. She looked back up at the stands, but had lost sight of the old familiar face. Turning back to the ring, she started to yell at her partner to pull her head out of her ass and get up off the mat, but her heart wasnt in it. Her head was racing with all the thoughts of why she was here, and what she was doing, and why she was so stupid three years ago. The sound of the match bell broke her out of her reverie in time to see her partners opponent shaking her fists in victory, and her partner picking herself up off the mat.
"What the fuck, Ginna? How in the hell did she manage to get the best of you? We've been training our asses off for WEEKS and she got the best of you? WHAT THE FUCK?"
"Shut up, Santana. Every time I looked over at you for a signal on where I should be hitting her, or I came into the corner, you looked like you had gotten lost in fucking lala land. So dont start shit with me right now."
Santana sighed. She knew Ginna was right, and that she was just as much to blame for her loss as anyone, but she just couldn't shake the memories that had surfaced when when she saw Brittany's face. She took one last look at the now almost empty stands, and followed Ginna to the locker room.