A/N: Omg hello my loves! With the ending of my story Let Me Love You at hand, I thought it was the perfect time to start posting my new Dantana story :) I know a lot of you were awaiting it.

So for anyone new to my stories, hi! My name is Tana! Welcome :)

To get things started, let's cover some things.

Italics are thoughts and flashbacks.

Bolds are texts and emails.

This story is going to be a little different than my others, because it's in 1st person from Santana's POV. In the case that I switch to anyone else's POV, which I don't see happening, there will be a distinct DANI or RACHEL before the scene. Similar to what I do for 3rd person limited :)

At any given moment in this story, I am a chapter ahead. So while I do take suggestions for things to happen, I can't promise that all of them will be implemented in the story. Chapters will hopefully be every other day-ish, but they'll be at least once a week :) Also, they should each be at least 2k words, I'm trying as hard as I can to keep them around that length.

So fair warning, this story starts off with Brittana being on. I would just like to say that Dantana is endgame in this story, and I'm sorry that putting in Brittana is necessary, but it is. Also, the main setting of this story is a place that I've been before, so I'll be able to keep it relatively accurate as far as what is there and where it is.

I give shoutouts to every 50th reviewer... 50th reviewer gets a shoutout, 100th, 150th etc etc... Speaking of which, my update speed doesn't change based off of reviews. The only time that statement will be invalid is if I finish two chapters back to back, and have gotten only like 2 or 3 reviews after I posted the first one. On times like those, I will usually wait to post the second until first thing the next morning. It rarely happens, though.

Last thing! This story is AU from the point it starts off at. However, as of now, past events are completely canon, unless otherwise specified.

Okay maybe that wasn't the last thing. Usually, my long author's note is on the bottom of this, but I had to get some things out there before we start the story :)

Just a final note... :P So, the title of this story, California Dream... I wanna see how long it takes you all to guess what it "means" or how I came up with it. Should only take a couple of chapters, but I'd like you all to guess... xP

Without further ado!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Glee!

PLEASE enjoy, favorite, follow and REVIEW!


How hard can it really be to pack stuff for a summer?" Berry asked in a judgmental tone. I rolled my eyes, annoyed. Could that bitch be any more annoying?

Voicing my thoughts, I told her, "Not everyone wears the same weird sweaters and tights every day."

"Hey, I'm not bringing sweaters and tights to the pier, Santana. Contrary to your belief, I'm actually intelligent," Rachel snapped, crossing her arms. I rolled my eyes again.

"Well, I'm sorry if my packing speed hasn't met your standards, but I can't go any faster. I'll be done before we have to leave for the airport, though, so don't get your Care Bear panties in a twist," I told her.

"Watch your mouth, Santana. You're staying in my family's beach house, remember?" Rachel reminded me cockily.

"Yes, I remember, but do you remember that you're the one who invited me to come along?" I countered, frustrated. If she was going to pretend as though she would withdraw the invitation to come with her, then why did she invite me in the first place?

"I only invited you because Kurt wanted Mercedes to come, and Mercedes wanted Quinn to come, and Quinn suggested that I invite Brittany, and it's really hard to invite someone but not their significant other," Rachel insisted. Of course, she invited me because she first invited my girlfriend. Because no one ever wanted to hang out with me, because I'm a bitch.

I actually wasn't, though. I did admit to being one, but really, I could be a nice person. I was nice to Brittany, and I was usually pretty decent to Quinn. It was easier to be nicer to people once I wasn't in the closet anymore. I came out as dating Brittany at the beginning of senior year, and now that it was over, it was easy to be myself. Also, I was honestly really glad that I get to go to Rachel's beach house in California for the summer, before I was off to New York.

I got into NYU, although I had yet to pick a major. Quinn got into Yale, just a train ride away from New York. Brittany got into Julliard, and none of us were really surprised by that one. Rachel got into NYADA, and so did Kurt. Mercedes was going to LA.

So, most of us were going to the east coast after this summer, so it was nice to be able to get some west coast time before then. Not to mention, I'd never even been to LA, and we were going to be staying on the beach, just a walk away from Santa Monica Pier, for a whole summer.

To say that I was excited would've been the understatement of the century.

Suddenly, the rest of the group walked into the room. "Hey, Santana!" Brittany exclaimed, leaning down to steal a kiss from me. I returned it happily. Brittany had always been able to brighten me up.

"Hey, Britt," I returned, smiling.

"Are you almost ready, Sanbags?" Quinn demanded.

"What, so Sue stops saying it and now you have to?" I snapped, rolling my eyes as I finally zipped up my bag and stood up.

"I finally started to like it," Quinn contemplated.

"Stop bickering, you two. I don't wanna hear your yapping all the way to LAX," Mercedes snapped.

"Chill out, it's all friendly," I told the darker girl, rolling my eyes. People got so worked up over such small things. I really didn't get it sometimes.

"Are we ready to go?" Kurt asked, bouncing on his heels.

Rachel looked to me, and I nodded. "Yep!"

We left my house, after I exchanged a few parting words with my mother, and then we all piled back into Rachel's car. We'd been going to each of our houses to grab our stuff before finally heading to the airport, where we were going now.

As we drove out of Lima and toward the airport, Mercedes exclaimed, "Here's to a whole summer together on the beach!"

We all cheered and turned on the radio. Naturally, as soon as music filled our ears, we began to sing and laugh and dance in our seats. I was really excited for this vacation. Truly, I did love all of these girls; and Kurt. They were like my family.

I leaned against my blond girlfriend, and she wrapped her long arm around me. I really did love her, a lot. Somewhere, though, in the very back of my mind, I had realized that our spark was gone. We knew how to be in love, and so we were. But there wasn't a spark to ignite that love anymore. I refused to acknowledge that thought, and I was sure that Brittany hadn't had that thought even cross her mind.

We got to the airport and we went in with all our bags in a big clump, and made our way through the airport. Tickets, bag checking, security, and then, finally, we got to our gate. "Perfect timing! They should be boarding any minute now," Rachel exclaimed.

"I told you I wouldn't make us late," I told her proudly, crossing my arms over my chest and giving her a pointed look.

"Whatever, Santana," Rachel answered jokingly, rolling her eyes.

"First Class and Business Class, please bring your boarding tickets up to the boarding entrance, please! First Class and Business Class only!" the lady at the desk of our gate said into her microphone.

"What group are we?" Brittany asked, fumbling to retrieve her ticket from her pocket.

"One. We're boarding right after first class," Kurt answered, looking at his boarding pass. I got mine out, and so did Quinn, Rachel and Mercedes. Our seats were all next to each other, so we wouldn't be utterly board for the entire plane ride. I was sitting next to Brittany, of course.

"Group One of Regular Class, please bring up your boarding passes!" the woman called, and the six of us rushed into the line of people. Soon, we were crowded into the plane, sitting in the seats with our purses tucked neatly under the seat in front of us. I had only been on a plane a couple of times for Glee trips, but I actually enjoyed them. Perhaps that was because I was constantly being waited on, or maybe it was because I could look out the window and see the clouds. Whatever the reason, I liked to fly.

"A few hours, and we're going to officially start our Santa Monica Pier summer!" Quinn exclaimed, beaming at me from across the aisle. I returned the smile.

"Our last summer together before we all go off to college," Mercedes commented, smiling at all of us.

"We better make the best of it," I said, leaning against Brittany's shoulder. This was definitely likely to be the best summer of my life. But I wasn't expecting the summer to go by without drama and problems. We had to face it, problems and drama basically followed us wherever we went. I was anticipating at least one screaming match between two people, probably me and Rachel.

Our plane trip was very lively, for what part of it I was awake. I fell asleep against Brittany about halfway through. She nudged me awake when we had just landed and were pulling up to the airport building. We got ready to rush off the plane and to the bag pickup, because it was always awkward to be the last ones to pick up your bags.

So as soon as the seatbelt light flashed off, we grabbed our purses, or in Kurt's case, a backpack, before pushing past people to get off the plane first.

They didn't slow down their rushed speed until they were in a taxi leaving the LAX and heading to Rachel's family vacation home that was literally a one or two minute walk from the Santa Monica Pier. "Alright guys," Rachel started as they got nearer to Santa Monica, "the house isn't incredibly large. There are four bedrooms."

"I'm rooming with Britt!" I exclaimed, as if it wasn't obvious. Brittany grinned and wiggled her eyebrows at me. My cheeks heated up just lightly and I gave her a flirty smile.

"Kurt and I will room together," Mercedes piped up. Kurt nodded that he agreed.

"Okay, so Quinn and I will get the other two bedrooms. The rooms are not extremely big, but they'll work for two people. Um, bathrooms. There are two, so early bird gets the worm. There's a small kitchen and a small living room. Our TV here only gets the basic channels. There is wifi through the house, although it might get a little slow if we're all using it at once," Rachel explained.

"Sounds perfect," I groaned, crossing my arms. "Sharing two bathrooms with all of you losers."

"Don't act like you have it bad, Santana, I know how long you take in the bathroom," Quinn argued.

"Hey, it takes time to put on this face," I joked, gesturing to my face.

"Why, because it starts off so ugly?" Mercedes asked with a snort of laughter.

"Very funny," I retorted as everyone else laughed. I nudged Brittany and she just gave me a kiss on my lips. I rolled my eyes and leaned against her shoulder. The taxi driver finally pulled up in front of a house-like building that was kind of awkwardly wedged in between two stores. It was right across from the beach, and a little down the street was the road down to the pier.

"Wow, how much does a house right here cost?" Kurt asked, as they squeezed out of the taxi and the driver started to pull out their bags from the trunk.

"Uh, I'm not sure, I think one of my dads' uncles gave it to them," Rachel answered. "It's been in the family for a while."

"Well, it's in a pretty great spot," Quinn commented, glancing down at the beach. I looked down at our bags, which were set on the sidewalk. Rachel paid the taxi driver, and then he left us there with our stuff in front of the house we'd be staying in for the next three months.

"What are we waiting for?" Brittany exclaimed, grabbing her bags and rushing to the door. Rachel hurried to catch up with her, because she had the key to the place.

"Alright, so I'm taking the bedroom by the kitchen. Quinn you're in the one at the end of that hall. Kurt and Mercedes, you can take the one across from Quinn's, and Santana and Brittany, you can get the last one right there," Rachel said, pointing around the house.

"It feels like an enlarged hotel," I commented, heading toward me and Brittany's room.

"But it's free," Mercedes reminded her, going into her and Kurt's room. Brittany and I entered our bedroom and looked around. There was a dresser that would hopefully hold all of the clothes we brought. The bed was a queen, so we wouldn't have a problem sharing that. There was a window overlooking the road and, across it, the beach. If you stood to the far left of the window, you would probably be able to see the pier.

It was pretty late, so we all alternated using the bathrooms and then crashed. The following day, we were going to go to the pier and hang out there all and at the beach for the day. Honestly, that's probably how we were going to end up spending a lot of their summer.

The last thing that Rachel told them before they all went to bed, was, "Santana, Brittany, no sex while everyone else is in the house."

I groaned. I hadn't been counting on that rule.

The next morning, I woke up to Rachel and Quinn getting back from a grocery store. They had food that would probably last us about half of the summer, considering how we were probably going to be eating at restaurants and at the pier a lot anyway.

After a rushed, late breakfast, which was actually around noon, Rachel announced, "We're going to pier in an hour!" She then added, "You haven't lived until you've been there!"

"I call the bathroom first!" Kurt exclaimed.

"I call the other bathroom first!" I added, grabbing my smaller bag, which held my bathroom necessities and such, and rushing toward the second bathroom.

"Santana!" Brittany exclaimed. I groaned.

"Fine, you can come in, too," I gave in instantly. What could I say, she was my girlfriend.

"No fair!" Mercedes complained loudly.

Brittany giggled, and I smiled. We took turns using the bathroom and then fixed our makeup and hair. Luckily, we'd both showered the night before. Once we were done, we left the bathroom and Quinn and Mercedes rushed to see who could get it first.

While everyone else got ready for the next forty minutes or so, Brittany and I went through our clothes, putting them into the dresser, and then dressed into some shorts and tanks, with bikinis under them. It was hot out, and I was going to take advantage of any opportunity to wear less clothes. A body as hot as mine deserved to be shown off.

"Everyone ready?" Rachel called, and we all rushed out wearing tanks and shorts, aside from Kurt, who was wearing swim trunks and a t-shirt. "Let's go!" Rachel squealed.

We left the house and walked in a group down the road, and then turned and headed down the road to the pier, which was already alive with activity. The roller coaster on it was already in use, and people were walking around and talking. The beach next to the pier was also full of people.

We spent the whole first part of the day just strolling around the pier, getting our feel of the place we'd be hanging out at for the summer. After we started to get really hot, we went down to the beach and took off our outer clothing to go swim in the ocean.

Once we were feeling even more excited for our summer vacation, we headed back up to the pier and went to a burger place for dinner. After we all ate, I got voted to go get everyone funnel cake. I rolled my eyes, and started heading to the little booth selling the sugary, fattening, delicious funnel cakes.

After waiting in a short line, I went up to the booth. "What can I get for you, beautiful?" a girl's voice asked. I looked at the girl at the booth. She looked about my age, with blond hair and brown eyes. By first glance, she was pretty attractive. I couldn't help but smile at her compliment to me.

"Two funnel cakes, please," I answered.

"All for you?" the girl asked in a teasing voice, raising an eyebrow.

"Ugh, no," I denied, laughing. "I don't even want any, and yet everyone decided I should be the one to get up and go order some."

"Well don't you have a hard life," the girl said sarcastically. "First time at the pier?"

"Yep, me and my friends just got here yesterday," I answered.

"Well, I hope you enjoy Santa Monica. And your name?" the girl asked. Santana gave her a quizzical look. "Uh, we'll call out your name when your funnel cakes are ready."

"Right uh, Santana," I answered, strangely distracted after our tiny conversation. I stepped out of line and waited to hear my name be called. It occurred to me that I hadn't gotten the girl's name, but it wasn't like I needed it.


So I know there wasn't much Dani in this, because it was just it the intro, but don't worry :) And don't let the Brittana drive you away please, because this is a Dantana endgame fic!

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Ahhh Glee comes on in half an hour, so I gotta go and eat before then!

Have a great night my lovelies! Please review :)