"You're my first..." She whispered to me softly as I fell asleep. I fight the sleepiness to ask or maybe answer but my body failed me.

I jolt and woke up from the same beautiful nightmare I'm having almost every week since I got out of Lima. Yes, I lived in a small town called Lima in Ohio. After I graduated from McKinley High I moved here in New York. I spent the last two years studying Pharmaceuticals (in which my mom pushed me to take because she wanted me to help my dad manage our clinic and pharmacy). But then after some thorough thinking I stopped studying and start pursuing my own dreams.

My mom cut me off and stopped sending me allowance so I shared an apartment with my best enemy turned to best friend, Quinn. We live in a not -so-fancy condo unit in New Haven for quite some time. It was close to Yale where Quinn was currently finishing her law degree. After a year she moved in with Puck (my other best buddy though I don't really acknowledge that fact).

"Satan! Come out!"

Oh, here comes the start of a brand new "beautiful" day. I tried to cover my head with a pillow to block the noises Quinn was making.

"Santana!" She screamed out once she entered my room.

"What the-"

"Oh, so you're awake... Good! Get up!" She practically hit me with a pillow.

"Go away!" I tried to tell her. "What are you doing here this early? Let me guess... you want some more of this?" I wiggled my eyebrows to tease her. She frowned as I make my signature smirk.

"No thanks! Ugh! But you gotta get up!"

"Ugh- No!"

"Ugh-Yes?! C'mon Santana... you have to start finding a new job." She reminded me again of me being so jobless.

I have been fired from an advertising company. I have been there for a year and after a fight -slash -debate with my boss regarding an ad campaign I was kicked out of the board room and BAM! Here I am, lying in bed - JOBLESS! What a shame. I have been job hunting since then and I almost give up. It is now my third month waiting for some calls.

"I don't want another rejection, Quinn... you know that."

"But San-"

"Q, please? Just... just leave me alone." I snapped at her as I try to hold the tears that were threatening to fall. Quinn sighed and walked towards the door.

"Here... I brought you coffee and a sandwich... if you ever need anything just call or text me. I'll be at school all day so..." She trailed off. She sighed again. "Bye, San. I'll see you soon."

I rolled on the bed as hot tears cascaded my face. I royally fucked up. My phone buzzed and showed me some notifications but not from any of the jobs I was expecting from. It was another bill to pay. The landlord of this unit gave me two more days to pay her and if I still don't pay her I'll be out.

2 days later...

"What? You can't do this! C'mon Mrs. Troy..." I almost beg my landlord on the phone. She changed the lock of the unit after I left to jog. When I returned I was so shock to read her note.

"I'm sorry, Miss Lopez. I have given you enough time to pay."

"Well, can you just let me in so I can grab some few things? I still have my appliances in there."

"That's not my problem anymore... it belongs to me now. I'll consider that as your payment."

"But-"

"Good bye." Before I can even say one last thing she cut me off. I kicked the door and screamed on top of my lungs. After I calmed myself down, I picked up some more stuff I have that was outside the unit. Oh, my... I only have one place to go.

"Well, well, how's my favorite Lesbro?" Puckerman said as he followed me towards their kitchen.

"Don't call me that." I snapped at him as I get a bottle of water from their fridge. Their apartment isn't as good as mine but it's still pretty nice and it's all because of Quinn. She can literally turn a room into a house. She's so organize and neat - a great opposite of Puck.

"What's up with you?" She asked me with a tone of concern.

I can no longer hold my bitchy-ness and broke down. He brought me in his arms and just held me as I cry.

"I - I'm..." I tried to speak but my sobbing overpowered my voice.

"Okay, San, just... just stay here, okay? I don't care how small this apartment is... we can still squeeze in here. See?" he laughed but I know that he is serious in his offer. I tried to refuse but Quinn came back from the groceries and forced me to stay since I only have a few dollars left in my credit card.

I told them that I'd only stay for a few days - days that turned out into weeks and weeks that turned to a month. I am beyond thankful to them. I tried to make myself useful in my stay there. I continued to find job but no luck arrived.

"Another shot?" the bartender offered me as I took another shot of the tequila he offered me. I lost count of all the shots I had taken. Okay, I am totally fuzzy. I make my way to the dance floor and started swaying through the beats. I felt a hand grip my waist. I turned around to see who it was but my eyes failed me. It was all blurry but I smelled a very familiar scent I just can't make out where I smelled it from. We started grinding on each other until the beat stops.

"Hey, B, c'mon... let's go!" I heard a voice shouting from my behind.

"What a small world... but I'll see you again next time." I heard a very soft and seductive voice whisper in my ear. I felt myself blush but when I try to focus my vision on her she was gone. All that I can see is her blond hair swaying while moving away.

"Wait!" I try to stop her but it's too late. She's gone.

Morning came; I didn't even realize I slept again here at the bar. Joseph, the bartender poked me to wake me up.

"Hey, Lady S, you're making it your hobby to sleep in here."

"Fuck! I - I'm sorry."

"No worries. Go home now." He shrugged with his English accent.

As expected my head was pounding because of my freaking hangover. Aargh! I hate mornings. I smell like shit as I walked out of the bar. My make up was all washed up. My phone rang suddenly. The caller was unknown I tried to ignore it. I placed my hand on my pocket. I have spent my last money on some stupid drink. I can't believe it. My phone rang again. I got irritated and answered it once and for all!

"What?" I snapped and bring out Aunty Snixx.

"H-hello Ma'am, is this Miss Santana Marie Lopez?" he asked with a nervous voice.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Oh, I -I'm Jay Thomas from-"

"I don't give a damn about you. What do you want? I don't even know you." I told him.

"I am a manager from Bank of America. Are you Miss Santana?"

"Yeah. So?"

"Okay, I am calling to inform you that you're grandmother, Alma Lopez left you with quite an impressive amount of money. She instructed her lawyer to give you this when you turned 21 and today, based on my records is your 21st birthday. If you have time to go here so we could talk-"

"Wait... Hold up! My... my abuela? Am I hearing this clear? She left me with what?"

"I cannot really discuss on the phone about the exact amount. So if you're free today or any other days feel free to come here so we could talk." He said more calmly and business toned.

"Okay... and how can I trust that you're telling the truth?"

"Just go here, Ma'am. You have nothing to lose."

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes as I walked faster towards Puck and Quinn's apartment.

"Okay. So, I'll see you soon. Happy birthday to you Miss Santana. Good bye!"

I talked to Quinn and Puck and told them about the good-wait, slash that-GREAT news I've received. They told me to go and check if it is really true. They both greeted me with a special happy birthday banner and they handed me their gifts. After that, they convinced me to go so I ran through the shower and fix myself. I promised them to go home as soon as I can to celebrate with them. I wore a hoodie, leggings and sneakers on. I try to keep it casual since I don't really know if this Jay guy is telling the truth. I don't care about my looks today; I'm still wearing a "hangover" banner on my forehead. Shower isn't a good help today. I sighed as I stood in front of the bank. This is it. He better tell me the truth this time. I went inside. I gulped as busy tellers and accountants talk to their own clients. A woman in the front desk asked me if I have an appointment today but I ignored her. I went to scan the area and look for the manager's office.

"What? I have been a client here for almost 3 years and you'd tell me that I cannot have a loan?" A familiar voice from my far left side shouted. The accountant tried to calm her down. I went nearer to them to see who the girl was but the woman in the front desk held my hand.

"Ma'am, do you have an appointment today?" She asked me again and she's clearly emphasizing every word she said. Bitch face on!

"Get your filthy hands off of me." I raise my eyebrow while looking at her hand. But she didn't let go, instead she tightened her grip and tried to pull me out.

"Let me talk to the manager!" The familiar voice demanded. I cannot hear what the accountant is telling him because this woman is so freaking annoying. I break free from her grip.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I shouted at her. She was shocked and intimidated.

"Guards, take her out!" She motioned for them to take me out. Oh, no! I'm not going to get another kick out this time!

"Don't you dare touch me." But it was too late the guards tried to drag me out. "No!" I shouted. "I have an appointment! Call your manager, now!" I demanded. "What are you looking at?" I told the woman in the front desk. "I said call the manager, NOW!" I shouted when I'm almost near the door.

"Wait... Santana?" The familiar voice called me. I immediately looked at her direction and I was shocked to finally confirm who she is.

"Britt? Brittany? Is that you?"

"What's happening here?" A tall and handsome man appeared with papers at her hands. He's maybe in his early 40's. The guards stopped from walking.

"I'm Santana Marie Lopez!" The man in suit widened his eyes and gasp.

"Oh, goodness! Let her go... let her go!" He instructed the guards frantically. "Oh, I-I'm s-sorry Miss Lopez. Are you alright?" He frowned at the woman on the front desk and shook his head. I wear my signature smirk. "Umm... My-my office is this way, Ma'am so that we could talk."

"Hmm... my friend over there..." I pointed to Brittany's direction. "needed to talk to you too." He nodded. "Come on Brittany." I smiled at her. Confusion overpowered to her face.

"I haven't seen you in ages, B. How are you?" I told her as we walked out of the bank.

"I'm good. I can't believe that you're here. Thanks for helping me talk to the manager though he didn't really approve my loan." She said sadly.

"You've changed."

"Huh? What... why? What change?"

"You!" I sighed and looked at her. We stopped walking. "What happened to you? Where did you go?" Why did you left me? But I hold myself up. We surely have a lot of things to talk about.

After the whole day of catching up with Brittany I went home. "Hey guys, I'm home..." I called out to Quinn and Puck. The lights were turned off so I figured that they might be out or something.

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