Santana mutters under her breath, "I cannot believe I let Rachel talk me into coming to this."

She stands there, in front of the auditorium, waiting to sign in and get her name badge. She loathed name badges. No one could forget her. She was Santana fucking Lopez, as hot as ever. When she left McKinley and Lima 20 years ago, she swore she would never come back for her high school reunion. What reason could she possibly have? She didn't want to see any of her classmates, at least the ones that weren't in Glee. She kept in touch every day with Rachel since they were both still in New York City. Funny how the onew person she tormented the most at McKinley was now her best friend. Santana would talk to Britt one every three to four months. The others, she knew of through Rachel and her bi-yearly email updates on them. Sure, whenever one of them popped up in NYC, she would see them. However, as they all got older, focusing on their significant others, then families, and their careers, that time was few and far between. Before Santana knew it, she received her invitation in the mail. She fell for Berry's sentimental crap. The thing that got her to committ was Rachel's promise that Quinn would be there. She is the one Santana wanted to see the most. Quinn was the one that got away. It wasn't Britt, that's for sure. It was Quinn.

Lucy Quinn Fabray vanished without a trace. After their one night stand in Lima Grand Hotel, Santana found herself alone in the room the nest morning. On the desk, written in her characteristically perfect cursive on the hotel stationary, was a letter from Quinn. Santana still has that letter tucked away. It was all she had left of Quinn.

15th of February, 2014

6:30 am

Santana-

I don't regret a single second of last night. I can't bear the thought of you thinking that. I've always wondered what it would be like- to be with you. Fuck, San. You've ruined me for anyone else. Don't let that get to your head. Remember that moment, right before you entered me? You stopped, brushed the hair from my face and looked deep in my hazel eyes. I know what I saw in your brown eyes. I saw how much you love me. I hope you saw how much I love you, because I do love you Santana. I think that's what I've been fighting for so long. Tonight, I let myself fall into you. Today, I let you go. Good-bye, Santana. I will take this night with me and you will be in my heart everywhere I go. Don't try to find me. I'll see you at our 20th high school reunion. I cannot wait to see how your life turned out. Until then… -Xx Q

Of course, Santana tried to find her. She thought this was some kind of game she was playing. Isn't it just like Quinn, teasing her to make her want her more. Quinn was right. Valentine's Day and the wedding that was the best night of Santana's life. It made her open her eyes to what was right in front of her. Quinn was right in front of her all along. Santana tried the usual avenues first. Quinn dropped off all social media, didn't respond to her e-mails, and changed her phone number. Next, she asked Rachel right away because Santana assumed that Quinn would keep in touch with her. She was wrong. Then she asked Mrs. Fabray and she refused to tell her where Quinn was. She said, "Santana, if she wanted you to know where she is, she would have told her yourself." It was one dead end after another. So, Santana eventually gave up. She tried to move on. After all, it was just one night- only the best one night stand of her life. The thing is, how are you supposed to move on from Lucy Quinn Fabray?

Santana stepped up to the registration table, seeing Becky Jackson and Jacob Ben Israel. Becky looked exactly the same. Unfortunately, 20 years was not kind to JBI. His Jewfro was gone and he was bald. She noticed him blushing. Santana knew she still had it. She took good care of herself. She smacked that name tag above her left breast and winked at him. She was sure he wet himself. Spinning around, she walked into the auditorium, making a bee line for the cash bar. She was about to order when she smelled a familiar scent and felt an alabaster hand on her bare shoulder.

"Jack and Coke for Rosario and I'll have a glass of red wine, please."

Hearing that voice, as her fresh, lightly floral scent wafted thru her nostrils, Santana turned around. Immediately, she was face-to-face, staring into those hypnotizing hazel eyes. Quinn.

Santana did the only greeting she could think of. She slapped her just as the bartender placed their drinks on the counter. Next, Santana cupped the cheek she just slapped, pulling Quinn in her arms. She let herself feel the weight of Quinn's body pressing into her. She supressed a moan that threatened to escape. The first emotion Santana felt coarsing through her veins was comfort. Through all her women since Quinn, she never felt "this." The word she could best describe it was content. She didn't want this is end, this homecoming into her arms. However, Lima Height anger reared it's ugly head. Not wanting to let go, Santana leaned into the shell of Quinn's ear, growling:

"Where the fuck have you been, Quinn?"

15 minutes earlier…

"Quinn, darling, you will be the belle of the ball. Is this all for Santana?"

"Mom!" she groaned.

"What, dear? You can't fool me."

"I don't even know if she will show up. I distinctly remember her telling me she would never come back to Lima for this reunion. Rachel wouldn't even tell me. She just said everyone else would be there."

"Yeah but you are hoping she will be, right?"

All Quinn could do was nod her head. 20 years since she saw Santana and she thought about her every single day. Her mother knew the morning after she stumbled in after her one night stand. Apparently, she looked so blissfully happy and Quinn wasn't sober enough to not have a filter. Surprisingly, her mom didn't flip out. She revealed that she too had a one night stand in college with her best friend, Margot. It was Quinn that flipped out on her. Her mother slept with her godmother! Honestly, that revelation was the beginning of building the road back to her mother. It was something they had in common. However, Judy was never in love with Margot. Quinn was in love with Santana and her mother knew it long before her Lucy had acknowledged it.

Judy noticed how close her daughter and Santana were. She was the first friend Quinn made at McKinley. She distinctly remembers the day Quinn came home for Cheerios practice and wouldn't stop talking about her co-captain. Watching them be friends, then rivals, back to best friends again, Judy knew what only a mother would know. Her intuition told her that there was something between them. As is known, a mother's intuitions is almost always right. She kept this to herself until that morning. She had never seen her Lucy so happy. She was happy too, that finaly these two smart girls finally did something right. It was why she couldn't understand why Quinn was leaving after that night, swearing she wouldn't see Santana again until this night of her 20th high school reunion. However, once Quinn explained, Judy understood that you don't say no to the CIA.

Quinn was recruited by the CIA while she was in the middle of her Freshman year at Yale. Actually, she was broached that week before she was in Lima for Mr. Shue's wedding. She was a global affairs major planning for semester abroad in Iran her Sophomore Spring semester. She had a 4.0 GPA. Quinn didn't know that she being groomed for the CIA by her faculty advisor. Professor Daley later told Quinn that she saw qualties in her even as a Freshman that would make her a perfect candidate for the Clandestine Services. Quinn was fluent in Spanish and French by the time she graduated McKinley. She had a natural aptitude and affinity for language. While at Yale, she became fluent in Latin, Farsi, Chinese, and American Sign Language. Actually, she was learning Farsi at the time she was approached by a CIA agent. She was offered a Undergraduate Internship in Directorate of Operations. Quinn spent her summers in Washington, D.C. every summer after her Freshman, Sophomore, and Junior years. She graduated Summa Cum Laude with a double major in Global Affairs and Middle Eastern Studies. Next, she persued the joint degrees of Masters in Global Affairs and Public Health, receiving the Graduate Scholarship. By the time Quinn was 25, she in the Professional Trainee program for Clandestine Service, fast tracked for a position as a Directorate of Operations Language Officer. So, at age 19, Quinn already knew this was her future and it was why she left Santana to wake up all alone after their perfect night together. She only told Judy about her future job and what that would mean to their relationship. She couldn't really tell anymone else. Quinn was told to use the utmost discretion on how knew about her job. Now, she could tell Santana because she was changing jobs at the CIA. She would remain with the CIA but no longer out in the field and under Clandestine Services. After 13 years, mainly in Iran and China, she was settling back to Washington, D.C. Quinn was going to teach Chinese (Mandarin), Farsi, and American Sign Language. She would still be involved in special missions that required her level of expertise. She just wasn't going to be travel and stationed around the world. Quinn wanted to settle down back home in America after Judy was diagnosed with breast cancer 3 months earlier.

Quinn took memories of that night to every locale she was assigned to. Quinn memorized those words she wrote to Santana. She took a picture of that note and read it every single day. She knew she would never feel that way again. Sure, Quinn tried. She had a very few, select girlfriends and boyfriends, but they all paled in comparison to Santana. She even was engaged to a great guy who was completely devoted and in love with her. She winced, remembering leaving poor Scott at the altar, leaving her mother to deliver the awful news. Quinn was runaway bride running away from a wonderful man. The truth is all she wanted was Santana. Her Santana. The thing is she was only "her Santana" for that one night. Who knew about the Santana of twenty years since that night? She could be married for all Quinn knew. She could have seen that one magical night as just meaningless sex. It sure didn't feel that way. That night was the best sex she ever had. Honestly, sex was what she had with few people after Santana. With Santana, it was special. She hated the euphemism "making love" but that is what she would call it with Santana.

"Quinnie, darling, I think Rachel is here," Judy says, snapping Quinn from her thoughts.

"Ok, Mom. You sure will be okay?"

"Now, Quinn, it's just one night. Go have fun with your friends. The night nurse will be here soon."

Quinn was shocked at how rapidly the cancer took over her mother's body. She was confined to home, with a night nurse staying overnight so that Quinn could rest. She had taken a leave of absence while Judy underwent her first round of chemo and radiation. Frannie came when she could but she was married with 3 kids under the age of 7 at home. As much as Judy insisted that Quinn not take a leave, Quinn wouldn't listen. She spent too much time away from her due to her job. She needed to be back in Lima for her mom.

Quinn walked over to her mom and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Don't wait up, Mom. I' ll tell you all about it in the morning.

Tell Santana I say "Hi!"

Quinn just groaned as she walked out the door to see Rachel waiting outside of her car. She took a deep breath. She hadn't seen anyone since the wedding. She would be lying to herself if she didn't admit she wanted to be in Lima Grand Hotel with Santana again. She stepped forward toward Rachel, uncertain how this night would turn out. She hoped against hope she wold see the the great love her life. Quinn couldn't wait to see Santana.