A/N: This story is set approximately a year after Glee 100; the events of this story will not follow the show after that episode. I already have much of the story written, so I am hoping to update regularly without any long delays. I know much of the Dantana fandom has died off over the years, but for those of you who do stumble upon this story, please read and review! I love feedback and would be happy to incorporate suggestions into what has already been written for this story. Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the characters.


Santana's POV

"Why are you two dressed like extras from Grease?" Santana asked as she entered Kurt and Rachel's loft, her girlfriend, Brittany, trailing behind her.

"Santana!" Rachel exclaimed as she turned towards her friend, "I didn't think you two would be back from the movies so early."

"Yeah, well we couldn't decide on one so we hit up Redbox and came back." She narrowed her eyes at her friends who seemed shifty and realized they hadn't answered her question, "Seriously Wonder Twins, what's the occasion?"

"I don't think we're dressed oddly, do you, Kurt?" Rachel asked as she glanced down at her black jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket before looking over at Kurt who was dressed similarly - not unusual clothes by any means, but a style certainly not often seen on the two roommates.

"Can't a couple friends try a new look before going out for a roommate dinner?" Kurt asked with a smile plastered on his face as he checked his appearance in the mirror.

"First of all, we never did 'roommate dinners' when I lived here. Second, you two are definitely hiding something and I want to know what it is."

"Seriously Santana, you're the one acting odd. Kurt and I are just going out to eat at a restaurant over in Midtown. We'll be back in a couple hours."

"That's a long dinner, are you finally popping the question, Berry?" Santana asked drily as she crossed her arms and stared her friends down.

They both laughed a little too loudly at the joke, which caused Santana to raise an eyebrow as she watched them inch toward the door. "We'll be back later, have fun!" Rachel called out before she and Kurt quickly exited the apartment.

"Okay, that was weird, right?" Santana asked as she turned to face her girlfriend.

Brittany shrugged as she finished cueing up the movie they had rented. "I'm always confused by what they're saying."

"But they were definitely hiding something. Where would they be going that they wouldn't want us to know?"

"Maybe they're in a secret club and they're not allowed to tell us," Brittany suggested as she opened up one of the packs of candy they had brought back to eat during the movie.

Santana frowned and began searching around the apartment.

"San, what are you doing? The movie is starting."

"Yeah, go ahead and watch. I'm just looking for something," Santana gave a dismissive wave of her hand as she continued snooping through the loft. Kurt and Rachel had gotten fairly good at hiding things they wanted to keep private while Santana was living with them. She was hoping they had relaxed their guard a bit since she had moved out to travel with Brittany. However, she wasn't having much luck finding anything that would help her figure out what her friends were up to.

After searching what seemed to be the entire loft floor-to-ceiling, Santana finally tracked down something of use and triumphantly held up Rachel's laptop as she made her way over to the couch where her girlfriend was absorbed in the movie that was playing.

"Do you have tracking devices on them?" Brittany asked curiously as she glanced over to see what Santana was doing.

"No…although that wouldn't be a bad idea," Santana muttered as she tried hacking Rachel's password. Fortunately it wasn't too difficult as it was one of her commonly used passwords - Barbra Streisand's birthday.

She quickly pulled up Rachel's internet browser and entered the search history. After skimming through several asinine questions the petite brunette had recently asked her search engine in addition to an embarrassing amount of times Rachel had googled her own name, Santana finally stumbled upon something promising.

"What's that?" Brittany asked as she glanced over to see what her girlfriend was looking at.

"I'm not sure, looks like some sort of club…someplace way too cool for them. Why the hell would Rachel want to go there?" Santana looked through the browser hits for the club, it seemed to be a low-key bar where indie and rock artists came to perform their sets.

"Well, they like music," Brittany pointed out out with a shrug.

"Yeah, but they like musicals. I honestly wasn't aware either of them knew music existed outside of the theater."

"Maybe they're in a new band," the blonde suggested in an attempt to be helpful.

"Are you kidding? If they were performing tonight that's all we would have heard about for the last two weeks since we got here." She clicked through a few pictures the club had posted, which only confirmed her suspicion that it was not a place Rachel or Kurt would typically set foot. "I'm going to check it out." Santana decided as she exited out of the browser after making note of the address. She picked up Rachel's laptop and stood up to put it back where she found it.

"But we're halfway through the movie and we still have the sequel." Brittany protested as she pointed towards the screen.

Santana frowned as she glanced at the screen, she hadn't even been aware the movie was still playing. "We can always watch it later." She suggested as she went to her suitcase to pick out an outfit more appropriate for a club.

"But I want to know what happens." Brittany explained as she turned her attention towards the screen. "Can't we go out clubbing later?"

"We're not going clubbing, Britt. We're spying on Rachel and Kurt." She noticed her girlfriend's pout and sighed. "Fine, you stay here and watch the movie. I'll figure out what Lady Hummel and Hobbit are up to."

Brittany smiled at that before quickly becoming engaged in the movie.

Santana hurried to get ready before heading out the door. She got a Lyft to the club, not in the mood to fend off potential gropers on the subway. Fifteen minutes later she was outside of the venue. She hoped she was correct in her assumption that this was the place Rachel and Kurt had disappeared to; however, she still needed to figure out why they had been so secretive.

The muted sounds of live music spilled out into the street, but Santana couldn't tell if it was any good or not. She bypassed the line and went straight to the bouncer who was regulating who was allowed to enter. She quickly eyed him up, wondering if she should namedrop celebrities she didn't know in order to get in; however, she noticed the man checking her out and realized that wouldn't be necessary. Putting on her best smile, she moved closer to the bouncer, "Hey there, my friends are inside, is there anyway I can just slip in to join them?" She asked in her most sultry tone, as she tried to subtly push her chest out and display her cleavage.

"Uh yeah, sure go on in." The bouncer replied with a smirk, blatantly ogling her chest as he waved her in, ignoring the protests from the front of the line.

"Aw thanks, you're the best." Santana replied with a grin as she stepped inside, quickly making her way down the dark hallway towards the thump of the bass. As she approached the main floor, she heard the loud sound of applause and demands for an encore. She paid no mind to the stage as she worked her way through the crowd, but was a little frustrated she'd missed the band because it had taken so long to track down Rachel's computer. Deciding the back of the room would offer the best vantage point, she quickly headed towards the back bar and ordered a drink as she scanned the crowd.

Fortunately, Kurt and Rachel stuck out like sore thumbs despite their best attempt to blend in with the crowd. She smirked as she noticed them standing together near the front of the room, being almost purposely ignored by the groups of people surrounding them. However, her smirk dissolved into a frown as she wondered why they were there. If they weren't meeting up with any of Santana's enemies, why were they being so secretive? If anything, Santana would have considered them marginally cooler for coming to a place like this, so it was weird for them to not tell her.

The band returned to the stage, eliciting even louder applause from the audience.

"Thank you!" The lead singer called out to the crowd, chuckling as she waited for the enthusiastic audience to quiet down.

Santana's attention snapped to the stage as she recognized not only the voice, but the very distinct laugh. Her jaw dropped as she saw who was addressing the audience, "Dani?" She whispered, her voice unheard over the roar of the crowd.

The lead singer turned to nod to the band behind her before the music picked up.

"It's time for me to take it

I'm the boss right now

Not gonna fake it

Not when you go down

'Cause this is my game

And you better come to play"

Santana realized her jaw was still open as she stared at her ex-girlfriend who was belting out lyrics and oozing confidence and sexual energy. She quickly closed her mouth, but her attention remained fixed on the blonde. Her gaze drifted up the fishnet-clad thighs she knew so well, which were covered by black satin shorts. A white v-neck and leather jacket completed the look, and Santana briefly wondered if her ex had always been this hot while performing, or if the venue and crowd added extra sex appeal.

Some of the lyrics, especially the one about chains, brought back very vivid memories and Santana quickly finished her drink to soothe her suddenly dry throat. Her gaze followed the blonde as she strutted around stage working in an array of seductive dance moves while she finished the song. As much as Santana wanted to appear cool and collected in the presence of her ex, she knew she was incredibly hot and bothered and was grateful that Dani wasn't able to see her in the dark, tightly packed room.

The song drew to a close, prompting thunderous applause and loud cheers from the audience. Santana joined in, still in a daze at the sight of her ex performing on stage. She watched as a girl in the audience called out to Dani and threw her bra on stage. Jealousy coursed through Santana's veins and she wanted to storm over and put the girl in her place before realizing she had no right to do that. Dani wasn't hers, at least, not anymore.

Dani laughed as she picked up the bra and twirled it around with a wink, "Thank you all again, have a great night everyone!"

The crowd cheered as the band exited and Santana began to panic because Dani was walking off stage. She had missed the whole performance and only caught the encore thanks to Kurt and Rachel being so damn secretive with their stuff. The thought reminded her why she was there in the first place and she quickly headed towards where she had seen her friends.

"Hey Dumb and Dumber, what the hell is this?" Santana demanded as she reached her friends who turned to face her with matching shocked expressions.

"Santana!" Rachel exclaimed, "Why are you here? How did you find us?"

"Save it, Hobbit. I asked you a question. What is this about? Do you two still keep in touch with Dani?"

"Well," Kurt swallowed and exchanged a look with Rachel, "Not really, sometimes I meet up with Elliott, and he and Dani are still friends."

"Dani's band is actually like semi-famous," Rachel explained, "So when we saw they were performing, we wanted to come check her out and show our support."

"Don't ever use the phrase 'check her out' in reference to my ex again," Santana snapped. "Were you two traitors ever going to tell me about this?"

The two exchanged another look, which made Santana want to slap them both. "Her band has a couple songs on the radio, not like the major stations, but the smaller alternative stations. You probably haven't noticed because you and Brittany were off exploring the world…but we figured you would find out eventually now that you're back in town," Kurt explained.

"Probably sooner rather than later, their songs are really good," Rachel gushed with a smile that quickly faded due to the glare she was getting from Santana.

"Well thanks, I'm glad to see that I have such loyal friends," Santana muttered before pushing them aside and heading towards the exit.


"Welcome back!" Brittany greeted cheerily as Kurt and Rachel entered their apartment. Santana was seated beside her girlfriend, watching their arrival with a look of forced indifference as opposed to the fury that was coursing through her.

"Did you have fun at the show?" Brittany asked when her greeting failed to elicit a response from her friends.

"Yeah…it was fun…" Kurt replied, glancing over at Rachel whose look of confusion matched his own.

"Santana said it was pretty lame…is that why you two didn't tell us where you were going?" Brittany asked.

Santana could feel Kurt and Rachel's confused gazes on her, but she did her best to ignore them as she examined her cuticles.

"Uhh yeah," Rachel said slowly, clearly trying to figure out what was going on.

Kurt seemed to catch on a little quicker than Rachel, "That's exactly it. We knew Santana would mock us endlessly if she knew which club we were going to, obviously it's not our typical scene. But Rachel and I wanted to try something a little different tonight."

"Next time, save the role play for the bedroom. It was such a let down and I wasted a perfectly good Friday night trying to find you two," Santana said with a scowl, but she was secretly glad that neither Kurt nor Rachel had mentioned anything about Dani. When she had arrived home to fill Britt in, she'd purposely left out the part about them going to see her ex since she was still furious and confused and a whole mess of other emotions she hadn't had a chance to sort out.

"You didn't have to follow us, you know." Rachel reminded her as she crossed her arms.

"Well maybe if you two weren't being so secretive and actually told me what was going on, I wouldn't have had to follow you." Santana pointed out, her angry glare reminding them that she was still much more upset over the situation than she was letting on in front of Brittany.

"Do you guys want to finish the movie with us?" Brittany asked, oblivious to the tension in the room.

"Sure," Rachel replied with a quick nod, seeming to realize that staying around Brittany would protect them from Santana's wrath, at least for the time being. She pulled Kurt down onto the arm of the chair next to her until he appeared to get the message as well. Although Santana glared at them through much of the movie, hoping they would excuse themselves so she could follow and give them a piece of her mind, they both pretended to be thoroughly engaged in the ridiculous plot and didn't leave the living room until Brittany had already led her to their makeshift guest room.


After everyone had gone to bed for the evening, Santana snuck out from the guest room and made her way to the living room. She quietly grabbed her laptop and went over to the couch to open the web browser. After thinking for a moment, she closed the regular browser and opened the private browser, which would not keep track of her search history and leave her vulnerable to the same sort of hacking she had done on Berry earlier that evening.

She typed in her ex-girlfriend's name, which led her to web pages for the band. Santana smirked as she realized the band's name was The Nip Slips and wondered if Kurt was now upset that he shot Dani's idea down so quickly when they were brainstorming names for their own band.

As tempted as Santana was to listen to some of the tracks that were on YouTube, she had lent her headphones to Brittany a week ago and they had since disappeared. The blonde explained that she had given them to a bulldog puppy she saw in the park because 'he looked like he needed music to cheer him up'. As irritated, yet mildly amused, as Santana was at the time, she was now just incredibly frustrated and knew that trying to borrow someone else's ran the risk of waking them up.

With a sigh, she clicked through various pages and reviews for the band, finding herself incredibly distracted whenever articles were accompanied by pictures of Dani. She noticed the earlier arousal start to creep back and wondered again if Dani had gotten hotter or if she just hadn't realized the insane level of sex appeal she gives off on stage when they were together.

Santana clicked over to the band's schedule on their website and was disappointed to see that the concert tonight was the most recent event listed. A notification at the top of the page reminded fans to check back to see when new shows are added or to subscribe to their fan list for email alerts.

Rationalizing that she had only seen the band perform one song and she should probably go to a full show just in case there were any songs about her, she clicked on the link to subscribe for email alerts. She began typing in her email address but then paused and glanced at her email handle, which she had recently changed to her first and last name to be more professional. She frowned and wondered if anyone from the band actually looked at the list of email addresses on the fan list. It seemed like a long shot…but Santana was suddenly paranoid and didn't want to risk looking like she was stalking her ex.

She opened up another tab and quickly created a new gmail account. Her fingers hovered over the keys as she tried to think of a good alias. It didn't take long before she thought of the fake ID in her purse and smirked as she created an email account for Rosario Cruz.

After setting up the account, she forwarded it to her current email address so she wouldn't have to remember to check this account for updates. She clicked back to the other tab and signed up for the email alert list using the new address. She briefly wondered if she was taking it a bit too far and being creepy by cyber stalking her ex, but brushed the thoughts aside and returned to clicking through web results for the band.

The band's twitter account proved to be quite interesting, although it didn't take long for Santana to figure out that Dani clearly wasn't the one writing the posts and was also the only band member to not have their own personal twitter account. Her ex had always been slightly wary of social media, so it didn't surprise Santana that her reluctance to engage in 21st century communication was still going strong. However, the band's twitter page promoted upcoming shows as well as sharing photos from the linked Instagram account.

It wasn't long before Santana was scrolling through the Instagram page, pausing and clicking on any picture of Dani, but being extra careful not to accidentally like any pictures as she was logged into her own account.

Her arousal sky-rocketed from seeing so many images of Dani performing - even in a photo her ex managed to look so alluring and confident that it caused Santana to have literal heart palpitations. It only took a brief moment's consideration before Santana set to work crafting fake twitter and instagram accounts for Rosario Cruz so she could follow the band's accounts. Realizing that it might look a bit odd to only follow one band, she scrolled through and followed several more musicians and bands on both accounts so it didn't appear as if she was intensely stalking Dani's band.

Santana gasped as she glanced at the time in the corner of the laptop screen, she had been cyber stalking Dani's band for hours and it was nearly three in the morning. She debated whether or not to stay up for a while longer, but eventually closed out of her browser and snuck back into bed for the night. As she lay awake staring at the ceiling, she wondered what Dani was doing, who she was with, and if the blonde ever laid awake thinking of her.