Riding down a winding road through the middle of the woods. It's dark out and the road is freshly wet from a cool summer shower. The chill wind scatters the clouds, bringing a sweet smell of pine and rain. She hears music but it's so quiet she can't make out what it is. She speeds up hoping to find the source of the music, when she sees a dim blue light from an opening in the trees that create an arch above the road. She rides through the last set of trees and finds herself in an empty boulevard. She looks back to find no trees or winding road. She can hear the soft music getting closer. She looks forwards and gets hypnotized by the view. The boulevard heads slightly down hill ending at busy street along the edge of the river. She can see silhouette of the city across the river. The sky is the most beautiful shades of blue. She lets the wind blow through her hair and takes a deep breath. Enjoying the beautiful dawn and letting the music take over. She can see the traffic light is red where the boulevard meets the busy street. She puts her hand on the brake to stop but she doesn't slow down. She squeezes the brake harder but it doesn't work. She panics knowing she it about to ride through the light. The music gets louder almost unbearable, she looks to her left at headlights enclosing on her and shuts her eyes
She opens her eyes to the unbearable music. She reaches under the pillow, pulling her phone out. Slides her thumb across the screen to answer, not bothering looking at who is calling knowing it could only be one person
"Wha u wan Q?" she says not able to completely form words, closing her eyes wanting to fall back asleep
"Santana, are you still sleeping?"
"No anymo" she answers with a bitter tone
"You are going to be late! I've called you four times already" she can hear Quinn messing around with papers "You have to be at the photo shoot in twenty minutes. Get your ass up"
"Fuck!" She snaps her eyes open, jumping out of bed "I'm up" throwing her phone on the bed
Santana grabs the first items of clothes that come to her hand putting them on without looking, not caring what she looks like. She is not the one that is going to be in front of the camera. Running out of the room she grabs her phone. When she gets to the door, there are her workbags with her keys on top, and smiles knowing she would have forgotten them if they weren't by the door.
"Thanks Q" she says to herself grabbing the bags and running through the door and down the stairs.
Santana gets outside, waves down a taxicab. She would normally take the subway but there is no time. Photographers don't like to be kept waiting. Then again, who does?
Siting in the cab she finally looks down at herself to see what clothes she put on. Black skinny jeans with a ripped knee, a gray and yellow plaid button up, that she didn't bother to button over a black tank top. She doesn't care. She just wants to get this over with and get paid. She puts her hair up in a messing bun, realizing she doesn't have make up on. When she reaches for her bag, the cab stops in front of the studio, so much for that idea.
Santana walks in with two minutes to spare. She walks through the studio and sees the photographer set up. Walking to the back room to the makeup station where the model waits her reading a magazine. She puts her bags down and starts getting her things organized.
When Santana is done beautifying the model, she decides to get herself some coffee, while she waits for the next series of photos. She makes her way to the back of the studio through tall black curtains, separating the photo shoot from the snack area. A long table is covered with everything from bagels to chocolate covered fruit. Not bothering with food, she walks straight to the coffee pouring herself a large cup. When the coffee reaches her lips, she closes her eyes and rests against the wall, letting herself relax. She opens her eyes and stares off thinking about the dream she was waken from. Why wasn't she able to break? Letting her mind run wild with questions, she doesn't see someone walk in.
Noticing something move from the corner of her eye, Santana looks over to a tall blonde woman at the food table. She lets her eyes roam the blonde starting with her, high top black and pink Nikes, moving up at her white skinny jeans. Santana's eyes stop at the other woman's ass. The blonde moves and Santana shakes her head, not knowing how long she had been staring. She looks up and instantly gets mesmerized by the piercing blue eyes looking back at her. She sees the blonde's lips move but can't make out what they say.
"Huh?" Santana asks, snapping out of her daze
"Are you okay?" the blonde asks with a small smile
"Yeah" Santana clears her throat "Why?"
"When I came in you were staring off, spacing out. Then I look over and you were mumbling something I couldn't understand, it sounded like another language"
"I just…" She looks at the cup in her hands. She hopes she didn't get caught staring or mumbled anything about the other woman's ass. "I need more coffee" with that Santana walks to the end of the table to get more coffee.
Santana looks over her shoulder and sees the blonde stare at her with an amused smile. Should she go talk to her? She did get caught looking at her. Before she can decide what to do next a shorter man walks in and calls the blonde's name. 'Brittany' walks out and Santana if left standing in the middle of the break room alone. She gets herself together and walks out. When she walks out she see Brittany standing behind the computers with the shorter man. She walks over to the make-up tables getting her things ready for the next look.
Santana walks outside reaching for a pack of cigarettes in her pocket. Seven hours of doing make-up and waiting around, smoking was all she could think about. She puts a cigarette to her lips and lights it. Leaning up against the building she looks up, the sun is setting.
" What to do tonight?" she asks herself taking a drag
She hasn't really hung out with anyone lately. She's been avoiding everyone, including her own roommate. She can't bring herself to be interested in anything lately and everyone just annoys hers. Always asking questions and wondering how things are going, she doesn't want to hear about people's problem why should they want to hear hers?
She starts thinking that maybe she's being a bad friend? Just because she's lost and angry all the time, doesn't mean she should take it out on people who she calls her friends. Taking a long drag she pulls out her phone and starts texting her friend Puck. They used to go out drinking all the time, until he started dating her roommate Quinn and now she feels like the third wheel all the time. "Maybe it won't be that bad?" she tries to reinsure her decision, while pressing send.
"Hey you're alive!" Puck teases
" Of course I'm a live, why wouldn't I be?" she starts to regret her decision "Anyways what are you doing tonight?"
"Well I was suppose to see Quinn, but she's running late handing in some last minute grades or something like that." He paused for a bit letting out a loud sigh sounding more like a grunt "Didn't really listen to what she said. I was too busy kicking these bitches asses when she called."
"So you were playing video games" not really a question, since she knew it was true. Maybe he'll just want to keep playing all night and she wouldn't have to see him after all.
"You want to go get a drink?" he asks.
Wishful thinking.
"Yeah, if you want" she puts her cigarette out and starts walking to the subway
"Sweet! I'll meet you at the apartment?"
"Sure. See you there" she hangs up
Santana snaps her eyes open not being able to breathe, to find Puck with a cheesy grin on his face and his fingers pinching her nose. She smacks his hand, sitting up on the couch.
"You sound like a walrus when you snore" Puck a takes a step back
"Screw you. I do not snore" she wipes her chin with the back of her hand hoping there was no drool "Besides do you even know what a walrus sounds like?"
"Why are you sleeping? I thought we were suppose to get a drink." He walks to the kitchen opening the refrigerator
"I was waiting for you, but you took so god damn long I got bored and passed out" she gets up to join him in the kitchen.
She leans up against the counter, looking down at herself. She hasn't even changed clothes. She got home left her bags by the door and threw herself on the couch, hoping Puck wouldn't come. Puck closes the fridge not finding anything appealing. Looking at her, he smiles before saying
"I missed you"
Really? She thought. Feeling like a worse friend than she originally had. She looks at the ground, fiddling with hem of her shirt.
"Missed you too" she lies
Maybe it wasn't a lie. They did always have an amazing time going out. He was always there for her and gave her great advice. When she had a problem, he would always rush her, no matter what time of the day or where she was. Even when he first started dating Quinn, they would all hang out and have fun. What happened?
"I don't want to go anywhere crowded or where I might see people I know." she states, not letting the 'I miss you' run through her head too long.
"Well I always pass by this little tavern on the way here. It looks kind of small but it's never crowded."
Puck walks to the door and grabs her keys off the small stand. Santana nods following close behind. She smiles. It'll be just like old times, just her and Puck. They walk down the stairs, when they reach the outside door he opens it letting her go first. As she passes him, he hands her the keys before mumbling.
"Quinn's meeting us there."