Chapter One

Santana's POV

I hang up the phone with Sam. Britt's in trouble. She needs help. I can't be expected to drop everything and run back to Ohio because Trouts thinks that she needs help. Can I? No. Santana. You need to move on with your life. Yes, Brittany is your best friend, but if she needed or wanted my help she would call me. Right now, I have a date with an insanely hot choreographer. I look at my watch. Shit already 10 minutes late.

20 minutes later

The date is going pretty well. She is really hot. When I say hot I mean SMOKIN' there is just something that is missing though. Her eyes don't sparkle and she doesn't make me smile. My mind keeps drifting back to that certain blonde that has left a throbbing in my heart since we broke up.

"-and that's how I got into dancing." She looks at me expectantly.

"Wow, that is er, that's awesome. Will you excuse me for just one second?" I smile at her politely and get up to leave the table. I go to the bathroom and splash some water on my face. What are you doing Lopez? There is an amazingly sexy girl out there and I am in here. Pull your shit together and get your ass back out there. I reapply my makeup and walk out there. "Sorry, about that."

She looks up at me through her long lashes and smiles at me, "You Santana Lopez are worth waiting for." She takes her shoe off and starts to run her foot up my leg.

Flashback

"I wish you would hold my hand." She smiles at me and reaches over and grabs my hand. My anxiety overpowers the romantic moment though. "Like, under the napkin," I cover our hands with a napkin, but that doesn't stop her from running her fingers over my knuckles. I giggle at her.

She takes her shoe off and runs it up my leg.

"I missed you in glee club today, it really isn't the same without you." Higher and higher her leg travels. "I miss the way we would cuddle together in the back." Higher.

"U-uh, yea. I-I, miss that t-to." She giggles at me, and moves her leg higher. She moves over to my side of the booth and places her hand on my thigh. Eating with one hand, teasing me with the other. "move"

"What?" she looks at me.

"Get out of the booth Brittany,"

"But I haven't finished my salad."

"I have something better for you to eat." I throw some money down on the table and push her out of the booth. " . ." I hear her giggle as I pull her out of the restaurant.

"Santana? Are you listening?"

"Oh, yea, ahh, sorry. My mind just went somewhere else there."

"Yea I can see that."

I can still feel her foot caressing my thigh. I cross my legs out of instinct. I haven't really let anyone in since Brittany and I broke up. It isn't like I have been in a hole blocking out every and all girls that come my way. But, I was enjoying being single. I am enjoying being single. The last person I slept with was, Quinn. That was one crazy night.

"So, what do you do for down time?" I try to make idle conversation, even though this date is failing terribly.

"Let's be frank Santana. Your mind has been somewhere else tonight. I don't know who you have been thinking about but it hasn't been me. Look, maybe we should reschedule when you are in a better frame of mind ok? I like you and I really would like to get to know you better but tonight is just not the night."

"Look, Stephanie, I am sorry that tonight has been a bust, I have been really excited about it honest. I just, before we came out I found out that a… a… m-my friend. Was in some sort of trouble so that is why I have been blank."

"you are lucky you are so good looking, I may just be able to forgive you." She winks at me. "How bout you and I get out of here?" oh thank god.

"I like the sounds of that." I throw some money down and grab her coat. "Let me walk you home, want to make sure a pretty lady like yourself doesn't get hurt out there in the big bad streets of New York."

"That sounds really nice Santana thank you" she leans forward and places a gently kiss on my cheek.

Flash back

"Saaaaan. I can drive myself home." She looks at me and pouts from the passenger seat.

"No, Brittany. I don't want you driving this late at night. I am going to drive you home like any good girlfriend would do."

"Awh, Sanny!" she leans over and pecks me on the cheek. I smile. There is nothing in this whole world that could make me happier than having her kiss me.

"Here, home. Night baby."

"No, your staying the night, I don't like you walking home, any good girlfriend would want their girlfriend to stay the night." I laugh as she drags me inside. I don't need to be convinced. "But, we need to be quiet I think my parents are catching on." She winks and we go into her room.

We are walking through the streets of New York. It is a cold night here in the big apple. As we are walking Stephanie slips her hand into mind. I don't know what to do. I just stand there with a loose grip on her hand. We arrive at her apartment. Ok Santana, this is where you put your skills into practice. You can do this. You can get into this girls pants, it is what you do best. I am sure it will also get your mind off Brittany.

"here we are." She smiles and plays with her keys. Game time.

"Yea," I lean forward and capture her lips with mine. They don't taste like B's, and they sure as hell don't feel like hers either. I push that thought away. Just do it. I press her up against the wall and let my tongue slip into her mouth.

"So," she pants out. "You wanna come in?" No, yes I do.

"Yea," I kiss her again and kick the door shut with my foot, she leads me toward the bedroom and there is something bubbling in my stomach that is telling me this isn't the right thing to do. I push the thought of Brittany out of my mind and grab her ass. It has been a long time since sex has been a task. She's a good kisser, but there is something abundantly clear. This girl, is not Brittany.