Hi! So...this is my first attempt at writing anything *gulp* I hope it isn't too bad! Feedback would be awesome! Thanks for reading (if you do lol). Daisy x
Chapter 1. Old faces, new places.
Santana stumbled out of the dingy New York, backstreet bar as she slurred profanities in a mixture of Spanish and English at the bouncer who had just ejected her.
He chuckled as he gave her a slight push causing her to lose her balance and tumble to the ground. There was a time when she would climb back to her feet and attack anyone who dared to lay a hand on her, there was a time when she could make men twice her size cower in fear, there was a time when she wouldn't be caught dead in a backstreet bar full of perverted men and alcoholics...but that Santana didn't exist anymore.
That Santana died many years ago and this one was born in her place. Constantly drunk, alone and on the edge of life. This is Santana without Brittany.
She sat on the cold ground nursing her now bleeding knee, wondering if she should get back up or if she should just lay there in the darkness and wait to die. Nobody would miss her, her parents disowned her when she was outed, her 'friends' abandoned her when she had to let Brittany go. She was truly alone.
The next day started pretty much the same as the last. Santana awoke with a start, then grabbed at her head trying to minimize the throbbing.
Slowly she edged out of her single bed and stumbled to the other side of her tiny apartment to the shower. A 10 minute shower later she appeared out of the bathroom looking like death warmed up.
After another 20 or so minutes she was dressed and ready to head to work. Everyday she repeated this routine of working then drinking.
She merely existed now and she was fine with that. Her routine of minimal human contact, maximum alcohol intake and enough work to afford said alcohol worked for her.
But today would be different, today somebody would crash into her life and break that routine. Santana just didn't know it yet.
Quinn Fabray had graduated Yale with honors.
After her final semester she was offered a full internship with one of the best law firms in the country, but she turned it down. She felt as though her life was missing something. She wanted space and time to figure that out. Her mother was horrified, but as Judy was trying to win her youngest daughters trust back she showed her support by letting Quinn have full access to the fabray penthouse in the centre of New York.
Quinn smiled as she drove her baby blue mini convertible towards her destination. She knew this was the right decision, she could feel it. Deciding to top up on coffee and gas, she pulled into a service station a few miles from her new home.
Santana sat behind the register in a daze. She was consumed by self hatred and the need to drown it out with alcohol.
4 more hours lopez. She thought to herself.
Just as she was about to stand and make her 7th coffee of the day a customer stepped through the door. Sighing loudly she slumped further into her seat and turned to scowl at the coffee blocker. But instead of a scowl a look of horror, shock and embarrassment lay firmly on her features.
"Q" was the only word to leave her mouth before the blonde turned in shock.