A Dummy For Her
AU: Santana is a successful journalist in New York and things are going pretty well for her, but everything changes when someone left a baby on her door one night. She will be able to find out who are the parents or at least one of them? And what would happen if the circle of candidates suspiciously hovering over some her former loves.
Chapter 1:
"Lopez, this time you totally nailed it!" Puck, the sports guy congratulates the journalist.
"Sue Sylvester doesn't even know what hit her!" Santana says with a cocky smile.
Santana Lopez just had achieved another first page with her article about corruption and now she and her co-workers are having a little break from work to celebrate the good news.
"Cheers!" Everyone said and raises their glasses to finally drink the expensive champagne that their boss bought for them. The big group breaks into smalls ones and people started to chat animatedly.
"I'm sure Sue won't be pleased! People were saying that she was trying to run for major and that" Kurt sits on Santana's chair pointing to her article in the newspaper. "Doesn't look good on anybody's curriculum."
"I don't really care, she isn't that powerful" Santana answered.
"Maybe she is, maybe she is not; but she probably would want some kind of revenge, you know?" Santana glares at him "I'm just saying" the man raised both hands.
Kurt is one of the editors of a fashion magazine that belongs to the same financial group of the newspaper where Santana works. Luckily they work at the same building and both had been friends from several years. Santana is relieved that she doesn't have to compete with him because of work.
"Kurt, you know that people usually are happy when something good happens to their friends."
"Yeah, I'm happy for you and especially, for the expensive lunch that you are buying me later, to celebrate that you hit the front page." Kurt says nonchalantly.
Their conversation was interrupted by a blonde woman.
"Congratulations Santana!" Quinn said smiling.
Quinn Fabray is a fellow journalist who just started to work in the same newspaper of Santana, one month ago, but calling Quinn only 'Santana's coworker' wouldn't be entirely true, in fact Quinn was Santana's girlfriend during college in LA, but they broke up when Santana got a job offer in Barcelona, after they graduated and both knew it was a chance Santana couldn't let go.
"I would like to stay and celebrate tonight like the others but I can't" and she adds aloud, "So, people have fun tonight, but I'm not paying the bail for anybody, not again!" The blonde jokes while she waves goodbye to everyone and left the room.
Santana never thought she would cross path with Quinn again, since when she came back from her European adventure she decided to stay in her beloved New York, after all she was a born New Yorker. Even it was ages ago, the brunette is glad that their break up was clean and now they can work at the same newspaper without any problems.
After writing the last line of her new article Santana turned off the computer, now she's going to have lunch with Kurt and after she'll be at home preparing for tonight's party, maybe she'll even take a nap.
Santana was in the lobby of the newspaper building talking with Becky, the receptionist stopped her to congratulate for the article and informed her that Kurt was outside waiting for her. They were talking for a while when a male voice interrupted her conversation asking a question to Becky.
"Excuse me, can you help us? We're looking for Holly Hollyday." Santana could recognize that voice anywhere.
"Sam!" She exclaimed and the blonde man turned his head towards Santana when he heard his name.
"Santana?"
"What are you doing in here?" Santana couldn't help but ask, after all is a great journalist and Holly always catches good stories.
"I'm a detective" Santana realizes Sam has the police shield hanging around his neck. "And we need to talk to her."
"Impressive."
"You leaving in this building, which means you've become in a journalist, huh?"
"That's right."
"Cool!"
"Evans, we need to hurry!" Sam wasn't alone and his partner seems a bit impatient.
"Ok Karofsky" Sam said looking at him "Do you know where we can find Holly Holliday?"
"She was working today, so should be at her office on the third floor."
"Thanks Santana!"
Sam and Karofsky were waiting for the elevator when Santana exited the building. Kurt is still outside wearing his sunglasses and leaning on the wall like he was taking a sunbathing, while he was waiting for Santana.
"You seem a plant making the photosynthesis."
"Making people wait for you is not old fashioned, is rude." Kurt complained "With who were you were talking?"
"It's a detective; he was looking for Holly and turns out he was my boyfriend in high school."
"What a small world for you, lately."
"You bet." Santana put on her sunglasses, too. "But I thought he was living in Miami."
"Seems he came back" He said nonchalantly. "By the way, you had quite good taste in high school."
"I know."
"I'm hungry, let's go." Kurt starts to walk down the street followed by Santana.
In Santana lives in the fifth floor where there are three more flats, but they are empty because living in this building is a little bit expensive and now with the financial crisis not everyone can afford. So, she wasn't expecting any neighbors any time soon, but that doesn't bother her at all, because she likes the quite.
Because of these thoughts she couldn't quite believe when she stepped out the elevator to see someone was opening the door in front of her place and much less to see again this blue eyed dancer, Brittany S. Pierce.
"Brittany?" Santana walks next to the other woman, thinking that his own eyes had deceived her.
"Santana!" Brittany smiled when she notice the brunette.
"What… What are you doing here?" Santana asks and realizes that lately she's using the question too much.
"Isn't obvious? I came back."
"When?" The latina was astonished.
"A month ago but I was staying in a hotel until I can move in again." She cleared her throat "Don't get me wrong but I have to go, the food…" She pointing the bag she was carrying.
"Of course."
"Well, glad to see you!" The blonde waved goodbye.
Santana and Brittany turned their backs and were coming into their respective homes when the dancer spoke one more time.
"Santana I read the article." Brittany smiles "I'm glad to see that some things still the same."
"See you around!" Santana returned the smile and both closed their doors.
Santana's phone rang while she was still choosing a dress for tonight; she looked the screen and saw that is Kurt.
"I was thinking about you!" She greets him.
"If you had said at the beginning of our friendship I would have said 'That you were cute' but now I know you pretty well, so what do you want?"
"Will you pick me up?"
"Sometimes I think that we could live in the same building or at least the same neighborhood."
"Well, now there only two flats for rent on my floor."
"Do you have new neighbors?"
"Brittany came back to New York and she rented the same place." Santana says while she gives a final look to the red dress she chooses for tonight.
"Brittany, as your ex?" Kurt asked.
"Yes. How many Brittany we do know?"
"As the woman who had to broke with you to go on tour as Beyoncé's dancer?
"You summarized our relationship pretty well, good for you!" The journalist hears Kurt trying to mask his laugh. "What are you laughing at?"
"I'm just thinking that's kind of funny that the most important people in your love life are now in the same city, at the same time."
"It's not funny, in fact is kind of weird and spooks me a bit." Santana tries to change the subject to distract Kurt from teasing her any longer. "Are you going to pick me up or not?"
"You know we will, Blaine is the designated driver for the night. We'll pick you up at 11."
"Perfect."
After a few shoots and some dancing (in other words after a great party), Santana is sleeping peacefully with a big smile on the face. Luckily tomorrow she hasn't to go to work, but unfortunately her phone rang in the middle of the night.
"For crying out loud who calls…" She looks at the clock on her night stand, "At 5 in the morning!" Santana was so tired that she can't even curse properly and grabs the phone. "Better be important or someone will die!" and the call ended before she could answer. When she looked at the screen Santana had a missed call from a block ID.
"Seriously!" the journalist groaned, laying her head on the pillow.
She didn't give more relevance and turned to the other side to continue sleeping, after all this was a good day and a fun night, nothing could ruin her good mood not now, not in a couple of days.
After maybe 5 minutes there was a knock on Santana's door followed by the doorbell ringing and again someone knocking on the door. Santana is startled and gets up from the bed. "Ok, one missed call from a block ID is nothing important, but one missed call, plus someone knocking on my door in the middle of the night, is no good."
What if Kurt is right and Sylvester wants revenge, right now she hates him for putting the seed on her head, so she picks an umbrella from the closet and slowly walks towards the door taking the item like a baseball bat. She wouldn't think twice if she has to hit someone in order to survive. The knocks on the door stopped when she was about to touch the knob.
"Okay Santana, if you're going to die, you will die fighting." She tells to herself and with these words is trying to pick up the courage to open the door.
She opens the door but no one was spotted in the hall, Santana sighed in relief until she looked down to her feet and saw a Moses basket with a child sleeping in it, "Oh my God!" She doesn't know how long she was staring at the baby and then realizes that next to the baby is an envelope with her name on it; she bends over to pick it trying not to wake the child.
"Santana,
I want you to meet my daughter, Valerie. This little angel is the most important thing in my life but right now I can't take care of her and it's killing me. I was hoping you could take care of her for a while… Until I have everything under control.
Why don't give Valerie to her other parent? Or why you? They are very good questions that someone as smart as you are would quickly think. The truth is her other parent didn't want to deal with the baby, so I was by myself.
Why you? Well, the truth is while I'm writing the letter I'm still not sure about the whole thing, but the time we spent together even wasn't perfect, was one of the happiest times on my life and now I can clearly see it, and I just want for my kid to be safe and happy for the time I can't stay with her.
I know is too much to ask, but could you do it? Could you take care of my daughter, please?"
And now Santana is fully awake.