Chapter 1

"Santana, I'd really appreciate you hurrying the hell up. I need to pee and Blaine is going to be late for his interview. C'mon, Satan, stop hogging the bathroom" Kurt banged furiously on the bathroom door, jumping up and down like a toddler needing to pee. Well, technically he had to pee, but the only difference here was that he wasn't a toddler.

"Christ, Lady Hummel. I needed to gets my sexy on. It's my first day at this bar and I need to make an impression. God, my boss is totally smackin'. You should see her…."

Santana was abruptly cut off by a groan from Kurt and a pale palm flying to his head in terror. "Stop..just stop. I have a really bad hangover and a big piss, I might add. So I doubt that your foul sentences would make my need to gag any less. Now kindly move out of my way so little Hummel over here…" Kurt pointed down to his crotch, a dramatic expression on his face. "…can get his pee on"

Rachel could be heard giggling loudly from the kitchen, almost dropping her pancake as she made an attempt to flip it in the pan.

"What are you laughing about, Hobbit? We all know no one can do me better than well…me" The latina's head bobbed to the side, a coy grin crossing her lips.

"Well, Santana, I'll have you know that your antics are very entertaining, but you really need to stop using all our hot water when you bathe yourself in the mornings. I myself have a reputation to maintain, which means I have to be clean. There's no way I'm showering in cold water. If I catch a cold, it would be a big risk for my.."

"Alright, Jesus just shut up" Santana placed herself on a kitchen chair, glaring at her friend whom she secretly loves.

"Alright, I'm shutting up about that. Now, if I may be granted one more question?" Rachel looked hopeful as she glanced at the latina over her shoulder.

"Out with it, man hands" Santana wove dismissively, one leg falling over the other, impatiently tapping her index finger on the wooden counter.

"It's just that..you're so talented. You have the world's potential and yet you chose to go and work in a bar. It's a little disappointing to watch it all play out…" The small brunette hesitantly turned toward her friend, a look of concern at her features.

"Everyone knows how awesome I am, Berry. But not everyone gets it as easy as you do. This is New York and I have to keep busy. It's just a matter of time before someone witnesses the awesome trail of hotness my ass leaves behind. So don't you worry your Broadway minded little head, I'll be fine. I can take care of myself" Santana retorted, sighing as she spoke her last words. If she had to be honest with herself, she was a little envious of all Rachel had accomplished since they left high school and the girl was even decent enough to not taunt her about it.

"I'm just saying, San. I'd hate it to see you forget who you really are"

…"Alrighty, ladies.." Blaine sauntered into the kitchen, proudly smirking at his professional appearance as he gave an expected glance at his friends. "How am I looking? Ready to rock and roll?"

"You look great, Blaine. But I still don't understand why you're wearing a gay colored suit when you're going to audition for a band..but nonetheless, great. Maybe your somewhat /not/ hideous voice will distract them from your outfit" Santana eyed her friend's clothing with a shake of her head, quickly dismissing her crude comments by sipping on her juice.

"You honestly need to get laid, Satan" Kurt commented as he came to a stand still next to his boyfriend'; wrapping a protective arm around his shoulder whilst whispering in his ear 'you look great, handsome'.

"Oh, please. I've had enough lady lovin' to last me a lifetime"

They all chuckled at Santana's comment. If only they knew how lonely sex without love can be.

….

"So, Ms Lopez.." Mrs Vause started to question as she looked over Santana's papers. "You dropped out of college after studying two years of…' She ruffled through the papers in attempt to find the specific major..'law? You were going to be a lawyer? And yet you chose to come and work in my bar? Why is that?"

Santana was thoughtful for a moment. Sure, she could be honest and say that she'd given up on everything since Brittany ran over her heart with her monster truck of 'I just don't feel it anymore, Sanny'. But she knew how pathetic that would sound. To admit she'd given up on herself. Her parents are giving her the silent treatment. They never understood why she did what she did. Everything she had felt in the passed was gone. She wasn't the girl who wanted to be a lawyer or the girl that would give her life just so Brittany would love her back. She wanted more for herself. She needed something different.

"Can I just say that I chose to take on a different path because I was sick of doing what people had expected of me? Honestly, Mrs Vause, this is just a bartending job. I need a new intervention and a whole different perspective and I honestly don't feel like discussing how fucked up my life is. Now do I have the job, or don't I ?" She knew without saying that she shouldn't have done that. She needed this job. Okay, technically she didn't need a job but she needed to be busy.

…...

"Kurt, honestly. This just doesn't seem like Santana. She's going for a bartending job when we both know she knows she could do better. Something is just not right" Rachel piped up through her sips of coffee. They had met for lunch like they did every day.

"I agree..but..it's Santana. Let's just leave her to it, yeah? I'm sure she'll be spreading her wings in no time but I honestly don't feel like intervening right now"

"You're probably right..I just…"

…..

"Lopez, report" A stern voice roared over the phone as Santana checked in. Her voice was full of pride and accomplishment as she spoke.

"I'm in" Was all she needed to say before she hung up and proceeded her walk home. She hated lying to her friends about why she was really here. It was the best cover story she could think of. Her real life was the best cover story. At least she knew she could go back to her original familiarity whilst doing this job.

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Hey guys. So I've started this story with no clue where I'm headed. Originally it's going to be Quinntana. I just need to figure out how they'll meet. What do you guys think Santana is up to?

And apologies for not updating my other stories. I lost my muse. /if/ I can pick it back up with this one I may continue. So please, review so I can know how it's going.

Let me know if I should continue this story and share some ideas.

Until the next chapter ;)