AN: Inspired whilst listening to RENT, but only slightly connected.
Santana Lopez seemed to fall off the face of the earth after graduation. Quinn hadn't heard anything, neither had Rachel and her and Santana had developed a good, solid friendship after Regional's in Junior Year. Rachel had gone to New York with Puck, and they were going very steady, having gotten engaged at Thanksgiving. They were living in the good part of the East Village, with a good apartment, close to Puck's recording studio. They kept in touch with the original New Directions, Quinn was a successful cheer coach at some posh school in the Upper West Side, and was going steady with some guy named Caleb. Along with the other NY-based New Directions, she hung out in this seedy bar once a week to sing karaoke and catch up. Artie and Brittany stayed in Lima and seemed to have a good life. Finn had gone to OSU and was still in Cincinnati. Mike and Tina were Puck and Rachel's closest friends, living in the apartment below them in New York. The two Asians had got married a few years back, in the middle of the decade, exactly. Tina was expecting, and Mike was choreographing for the new Broadway dance production, having Rachel as his equal head choreographer. Sam? Well, Sam got in a funk when Santana left. He occasionally saw people, but they knew little. He did go to their 3 monthly meet-ups in Lima though.
But even knowing this about everyone, no-one knew where Santana was. They feared for their friend. Had she turned to drugs and a pole, like Rachel had said? Rachel really hoped not, for Santana had really turned her life round with Sam and Rachel in it to provide a balance. The two had made Santana's life more focused. So what had become of her?
Santana missed the New Directions group, really, she did. But her life wasn't meant to be what Sam and Rachel had thought. Sam. God, she loves that guy. He took five months to find her. Even though she'd told him in cryptic messages before graduation, the dork took long enough. Now, they were living in the high powering business district of New York City.
In high school, people thought that she would become another Lima loser, or go someone to NOT make something of herself. Both of those were wrong. Do you ever see some really nice clothes that you like "If only I could afford those", under a designer name of "Some Things can Change"? Well, that was her. All through her high school life, people saw her in Cheerios uniforms or occasionally her own clothes. Sam was the only one to see her fashion scrap book. She had started her fashion line on her own from the small apartment she had in Brooklyn. She had to work at a strip club to get enough money, but by the time Sam came along she'd got a proper job at some corporate place, doing filing. She worked at her fashion book at night.
She sometimes wondered why she wanted to stay away from her past life, and she couldn't think of any reasons. Maybe Sam was the only important thing she needed. Yeah, sure, she sometimes thought what the point in making such a good friendship with Berry had been about, but then she reminded herself that they knew Cheerleader Santana, or Glee Santana. The only person who she had shown Santana was Sam. For some reason, that boy really makes her wants to gets her sexy on.
Santana walked into their apartment one day to find an unopened letter on the hall table. "Sam Evans" read the letter. Perplexed by why it was handwritten, Santana opened the letter. Scanning it, she dropped it in shock before looking up to see Sam himself standing in the hall in front of her, in just a towel wrapped round his waist.
"Why do Puck and Rachel know where we live?" asked Santana.
"What? How do they? Nobody does." Sam looked confused and worried. Hurrying over to his girlfriend, he scanned the letter in much the same fashion as Santana had. "But, this says that Rachel has known for some time and understands why you did it. What's she on about?"
"I think she has been trying to find me since graduation 8 years ago…true Berry fashion," scoffed Santana. "But, why leave it until now?"
"They are engaged Santana, her and Puck." Sam pulled his girlfriend into a hug, realising she was upset at finally realising she missed people. "The wedding is drawing closer. Last I heard, she did say she wanted the group back together. This is Rachel Berry we are talking about here."
"I suppose, but even though she was my best friend, trouty, she never saw my book. Ev—"Santana was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.
Looking up from Sam surprised, Santana headed towards the door, cautious, as only a few people ever came to their house, and never on a Wednesday.
Opening the door, Santana had to grab Sam to keep her balance.
"Santana!"
"Satan, how lovely!"
A/N: So, I want to make this about 3 chapters, which will be longer than this. What do you think?