First time writing Fanfic ever. Had this idea/story pop in my head when I decided to re-watch Glee from the beginning. Wondering how it's going to be received. Depending on the response I'll continue to write some more.

This is an AU Quinntana Fic.

I do not own Glee nor the characters and their original storylines.

Chapter 1

Santana POV

"Hey babe! have you seen my keys?" I yell out to Ava who is busy doing some Saturday morning laundry. Checking all of my recently worn jeans and duffle bag for the second time, I hear the jingling when I lift the duffle. The keys falling from underneath the bag hitting the floor, I yell out again "Nevermind!" Checking myself out in the mirror, I tighten my ponytail and wink at my reflection. "Even in comfy clothes, I'm still hot" laughing at my own comment, I head towards the laundry room.

Sneaking up behind my wife, placing my arms around her waist. She jumps up, and turns around startled by my actions. Hitting my arm as she steps away from me. She manages to catch her breath, before finally opening her mouth to speak. "Santana! you scared the hell out of me." Scowling at me she continues "I thought you had already left." She looks a bit agitated, but I give her my best puppy dog pout.

"How did you think I had already left if I didn't say goodbye to you?" Taking a step closer towards her. "Look it wasn't my intention to scare you like that, I'm sorry." Taking another step closer, finding her eyes I ask "are you mad at me?" She nods her head in response. Our eyes locked I reach out for her wrists. Pulling her into my embrace, my arms find their way around her waist again but this time lacing my fingers behind her back. "Come on Ava don't be upset. I was trying to be cute and affectionate."

"Yeah well- there are other ways of going about it Santana" she scoffs. Dropping her gaze, she wiggles out of my embrace. "You should get going, there are a lot of errands to run before we head out of town in a couple days."

Shaking my head, I turn around and walk towards the front door. "So much for getting off to a good start today" I let out in a low tone. Before walking out of the house, I turn around to look at my wife. "I'll see you later then." I said that for nothing obviously because she's not paying me any attention. I slam the door in my wake, once again shaking my head in disbelief.

Getting into my car, I keep replaying everything that just took place over and over in my head. Things are so different from how they were when we first got married. Ava was my first real love, but as of late we've been bumping heads like there's no tomorrow. Ever since our conversation 5 months ago, about having kids at this time in our lives; things have been difficult to say the least. We've been married for 3 almost 4 years. Going into it I knew being married wasn't always going to be easy, but come on. It shouldn't be this hard. Which further proves my point that we aren't ready to have a child right now. We literally just argued about me trying to be an affectionate wife.

Without realizing it I had just pulled up to the local shopping complex, where most of my errands would take place. Picking up some things partially for work but the majority are household items. Lord knows when we get back from the trip, there won't be anytime, at least for me. I have photo shoots scheduled for the next 2 months back to back.

Ava and I were heading back to Florida for a couple days to see her parents. Although we've been married a few years now, the in-laws still terrify me. They've never really accepted me or my career as photographer. I've always felt that they see me as less than, especially next to my wife. She graduated top of her class at Florida State University and has become one of the most sought after business attorneys on the east coast. So I'm a thousand percent sure they think she can do better than some fashion photographer. When we got married we decided to move to New York. Which I'm sure caused them to like me even less. Although it was a decision that Ava and I both agreed upon, Frank and Jane think that I've corrupted their precious angel.

The feeling of someone bumping into me brings me out my own reverie. "Hey! An excuse me would've done just fine!" I yell out at the stranger that just walked past me. Brushing off my arms, I scoff and finally enter the complex. This day if off to a sucky start. I really need some coffee right now. Where the fuck is the Starbucks?

Iced coffee in hand, I walk into the photography shop to start my equipment shopping. A couple reflectors, two new umbrellas, an extra ring light and a softbox. If I find a new backdrop that can come along too. I swear being a photographer is one of the most expensive professions out there. Constantly having to buy to new lights, lenses, any other equipment, not to mention having all updated software. Picking up the last of my items, I walk towards the cashier's to wait "patiently" on this line. Inch by inch I get closer to the front when I realize that the customer in front of me is the rude ass person who shoved me earlier.

Part of me wants to push the shit out of her or run over her with my cart. The other part of me is telling me to keep my composure and not cause a scene. I honestly don't even care about causing a scene, I'm not one to get pushed around by anyone. "Excuse me miss" I say in a low tone, tapping the mystery blonde on the shoulder. She turns around and I'm suddenly frozen in my tracks. "Whoa … Y-You're gorgeous" the words come out faster than I can get a hold of them.

"Thank you" she smirks. "Can I …. Umm did you need something?" she asks raising an eyebrow.

Snapping out of my frozen state "n-no umm you're good. Nevermind."

She turns to face the cashier and pays for her items. I can't help but to continue to stare at her. Before she steps out of the store, she looks back in my direction and makes eye contact with me. Smiling at each other, she walks out and I'm brought back to reality when the cashier tells me my total.

It's been the longest morning I've had in since my college days. I just want to get home and finish up the little bit of packing I have left to do. Then enjoy a much needed night off with the Mrs, hopefully she's in a better mood than she was this morning. Walking into the parking lot elevator, my head is down focused on my phone not really paying attention to my surroundings. I know I should be more attentive but today has not been my day, so I'll scroll through Instagram for my own entertainment.

Hearing someone cough slightly brought me back to reality. Looking up to see what level I'm on, I see that I have three floors left. God why did park on the top floor? Looking around taking in the faces that are around me. I come to lock eyes again with the blonde from earlier today. A slight blush creeps up on my face and I can't help but smile at her. Giving me smile in return she drops her gaze and let's out a giggle.

We're the only ones left in the elevator heading to the last floor. Why do I keep catching myself looking over at her? It's not just the fact that she's undeniably smoking. I mean I can't be THAT shallow. Say something Lopez. Before it's too late.

"Hey I'm-"

"Gorgeous too? Yeah I noticed." She says raising an eyebrow and biting down the corner of her lower lip.

"I uh— ahem." Clearing my throat. "Thank you, but you should see me when I dress up." I can feel another blush creeping on my face. Whoa, easy there, let's not get too carried away now. Is it getting hot in here?

"I'm sure that could be arranged." The elevator doors open to let us out. "But umm— Maybe knowing your name could make that easier for both of us. Don't you think?"

"Well someone has a slick mouth." I smirk at her and can't help the giggle that leaves my body. "I don't think my wife would appreciate the way this conversation is going."

"Wife huh? Where's the ring?" She asks as her gaze drops down to my hands and back up the length of my body. "Plus you do realize that you initiated—" she points back and forth between us "whatever this conversation is."

Shit! I left my ring at home. Why did i fucking leave my ring at home? HOWWW did I leave my ring at home? And how didn't I notice it until just now!? Wait- Is it even at home?

Shaking myself out of these worrisome thoughts and guaranteed panicking facial expressions, I give her the most awkward smile of life. "I must have forgo-"

"You're way too adorable" she says cutting me off mid sentence. "It's actually not that surprising. Anyway. This is me." She comes to stop in front of her beautiful all black Range Rover. "I suppose there's no need to know your name. If you're married and all." Giving me a slight shrug, the gorgeous blonde opens her door and climbs in her truck. "Hope to see you around though." She winks and closes the door.

"Yeah sure, the world isn't THAT small" I whisper to myself. Smiling at her and waving goodbye, I turn around to walk a few spots away to where my car is parked. Good job Santana, real smooth.

Entering my car I sit and think for a second. As I start it up and take hold of the steering wheel, my bare ring finger catches my sight again. I can't do anything but shake my head. Seriously though, where could it have gone? I never take it off. You better hope that ring is at home Lopez, before Ava goes off on you.

At least today wasn't a total waste. I got everything I needed as far equipment and house supplies. Aside from that horrible flirting, if that's even what you want to call it, that happened with possibly one of the most beautiful women I've ever come across. And that for sure is saying something because as a fashion photographer, I'm constantly around beautiful females regularly.

"Almost home." I say to myself as I glance up at the GPS and notice I'm 15 minutes away. Turning up the volume of the radio as soon as I hear Bodak Yellow playing. This song never fails to get me hype. With the song fading out I return the volume back to its low setting. Trying to calm back down and catch my breath. If I didn't insist on driving so far out I wouldn't have mini one song concerts by myself, for myself in the car.

Honestly don't know why I insist in going shopping in New Jersey, if I live in the heart of the city. Then again if I didn't do so, I never would've met my mystery blonde. "Met? Tuh!" I scoff. I never even got her name. The events of the day once again replaying in my head. This is going to be happening for the rest of my day.

Finally reaching home I see my darling wife waiting for me at the door. And boy does she look upset. I guess it's a continuation from this morning. She can't seriously still be upset, can she? It's been a full 4 hours since then. I then see the end of my life, once I spot the shiny object in her hand. The fucking ring! Welp, Santana you've lived a great life. It has been a pleasure. I can honestly feel Ava's wrath coming and to say that I'm a tad bit scared would be an understatement. Here we go.

"Umm care to explain why the hell is YOUR ring not on YOUR finger and where the hell were you for so many hours?" she asks in a very displeasing tone.

"My love I can explain" I respond although I know for a fact that I have nothing. "First off, hi honey." I'm clearly stalling for time. Ava folds her arms and raises a questioning eyebrow as she waits for me to continue. "I took it off because it kept getting caught on everything I grazed my hand over when I was looking for my keys earlier. And I was in such a hurry to get things done that I- I just forgot put it back on." Whoa where'd that come from? That sounds legit though. "Second, you were upset this morning so I didn't want to bother you. You could have called me too you know." I give my wife a knowing look to try and lighten the mood.

She rolls her eyes and turns around to walk back into the house. "Whatever Santana."

I release a sigh and simply shake my head. Trying to hide the grin creeping on my face. That was an awesome save. Even if it came from thin air. Now, if only I was that quick on my feet earlier, with that gorgeous blonde from the mall. Today could've been slightly better. Confidence wise anyway.

I wonder if she's thought of me since she drove off? Wait. I shouldn't be thinking about this. Especially when I legit just dodged a bullet with my WIFE. This has never happened before. I have never even entertained the idea of flirting with anyone that's not Ava.

Ugh! Get it together Lopez. You're happily married ... right?

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