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A/N: This story is set after the 4x14 episode "I do" but takes on its own little world. :)

Rated M for language, some violence, and yes, smut.

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If you're wondering, the character Jess looks like Rachel McAdams with blonde hair.

This is fucking ridiculous. I'm sitting here at a scuzzy bar on a Friday night getting hit on by this gorgeous girl, and I'm not doing a damn thing about it. What the hell is wrong with me? This isn't Santana Lopez. The Santana I know would be all up on that girl. Hell, I'm dressed to kill and found myself here alone tonight for a good reason. Rachel and Kurt went out to see some god awful revival of "Fiddler on the Roof," and as much as the offer to join them absolutely thrilled me,

Like fucking hell…

I passed, and figured I'd get my groove on and swipe me a hot bitch. Now I find myself sitting here in this skin tight red dress, hair slightly curled breaking flawlessly against my shoulders, and I can't even make a move. I'm driving this car at full speed, only to hit a yellow light, and instead of flooring it and going through, I slam on the breaks. What the hell Santana? Get your shit together...

"You're killing it in that dress."

It couldn't be, could it?

What are the chances anyone else would use that line on me?

I immediately froze when I heard those six words that ringed with a sense of familiarity in my ears. I turned to my left and saw the tall blonde standing next to me at the bar as she threw back a shot. A small smile began to grace my lips until I saw a face I didn't recognize. It wasn't the face I was thinking of for the brief second before I met her gaze. The voice was all wrong too. Stop that... Would anyone ever be good enough for you?

Yes.

The girl standing next to me was gorgeous, no doubt. She had on a little black dress that did wonders for her curves and she had beautiful fluid steel blue eyes. I wasn't quite sure how to respond to her or if I even wanted to. I could feel her eyes piercing me from my left side. She was eying my body up and down and I could feel her undressing me with those eyes. I found myself staring into my margarita as I slumped further into the counter and my bar stool. I clutched the edge of the counter and smacked my head onto the surface before breathing into the cold mahogany and taking the scent in. Breathe Santana, pull yourself together. You can do this. For some reason my heart had sunk into my stomach when my eyes had met the blondes, and instead of going for it, I checked out. The worst part was I didn't even know why. My head was still against the bar and I was trying to talk myself into something that should have come so easily. It should have, right?

"You sure do play hard to get." I heard the blonde next to me say as she let out an enormous laugh that wasn't extremely attractive compared to the way she looked.

I shook my head on the counter before lifting my head up and meeting the girl's eyes. I'm sure I could think of a witty remark… but, nothing. Santana Lopez was out of ammo. Why was this happening to me? The bitch was hot and clearly wanted a piece of this fine ass. I mean, I haven't gotten any lady loving in like seven weeks. Not since…

Oh.

And then it clicked.

Fuck. Right, Quinn.

"I'll take another shot for myself and another margarita for my friend…?" The blonde was speaking to the bartender but looking right at me. Her questioning tone and glare broke my thought process. Name, she wanted to know my name. I could manage that much.

"Santana…" I exhaled in a rough tone. Realizing my mouth had gone dry, I finished what was left of my drink before slamming it back down only for it to be replaced by another. I wasn't being very charming. I had to do something hot, soon, or this girl was going to leave.

"Thanks…" That was all I could get out in response to the blonde for the drink.

"The name is Jess …Santana. Yours is very pretty by the way." She said in a purposefully seductive tone. She was looking at me again, like a piece of eye candy.

I smirked at the girls clear attempts and only nodded in reply. I took several sips of my drink and finished it rather quickly. God, I needed to get drunk tonight. The girl had decided to sit down on the stool next to me. I'm sure standing on her stilettos wasn't too comfortable. She was trying so hard. She didn't look very comfortable, however attractive she may be. We sat in silence for the better part of a minute. I would occasionally find her staring at me but I failed to return the gesture. After I finished my margarita, I decided to do something; I grabbed the lime wedge from my drink and placed it up against my lips suggestively as my tongue slowly crept out and began to lick the edges before I sucked it dry. I then decided to let my eyes drift to the blonde as I winked. Fucking right, Santana, that's how it's done. She seemed nervous and shy now in contrast to the forward girl that was there not minutes before. She was blushing and didn't look at me until I put the lime into my empty glass. I raised an eyebrow to her in question. She exhaled and let out a light chuckle before she spoke.

"I'm sorry. It's just... just that I'm new to this whole deal." She looked down at the counter as insecurity colored blush spread across her features. "Well, women that is. It's not that I don't…" She let out another exhale and paused for a moment before she spoke again, taking back another shot of her whiskey before she mustered up the courage to speak again. "I broke up with my fiance two weeks ago and it's just sort of something I've always known I wanted, I guess." Oh, there's the hitch. Yet this girl was pouring her heart out to me. She didn't have to open up and tell me, a complete stranger, any of this, these personal details. Clearly a novice, I knew it. I listened intently nonetheless. Maybe I could help her in some way even If I didn't get any lady loving tonight.

"I … I walked in on him and my roommate in our bed, and, well, I just lost it. And you know what the worst part of it was?" She looked at me as if I was her fucking therapist or a lifelong friend. "I wasn't even upset with him. I just told them to get their shit together and get the hell out. I guess I didn't really love him or it wouldn't have seemed so easy, y'know? I was more upset about her, my roommate. How fucked up is that? I think I… I. I bitched her out and I slapped her. In that moment the feelings crept up and those feelings weren't directed towards him. But towards… God, it was ugly." She took a deep inhale as she finished and looked across the bar at the wall as a tear left her right eye and fled down her cheek.

"Oh." was all I managed to get out after all she had put out there. I reached my left hand up to her cheek and wiped away her stray tear and gave her a warm reassuring smile. She giggled.

"Thanks, they say this stuff is truth serum. I'm sorry. I'm not usually like this. You just seemed like, I don't know. Someone I could talk to. I'm sorry I-" I interrupted her before she could finish.

"No, it's okay. Don't be sorry. Fuck them, okay. Jess?" She looked up at me as I shot a questioning brow at her until she acknowledged me. She nodded. She was now entering a self-loathing state I've known from personal experience and I hated seeing anyone else feeling like that. Mother Lopez had decided to creep out and as much as I hated letting out that soft Latina inside I had to let this girl know it was going to be okay. I wasn't sure what to say because I barely knew this girl or how she worked, and I didn't want to say anything to make her upset.

"Hey. Give me their information and this Latina will make sure their punk asses are incapable of ever doing the dirty ever again." There was that obnoxious laugh again. Although this time I was glad to hear it. I saw a little bit of that confidence creep back into the girl, after my joke, well it was partially a joke. The mood seemed to lighten up a bit and after a while it seemed as though I was talking with an old friend. We chatted for a good hour as she told me more of her story. She's not native to New York either and we discovered we have a lot in common. She even mentioned she was on her cheer squad back in high school but wasn't quite as talented as I; she had admitted defeat after I told her about the cheerios. She had moved with her roommate, now ex-roommate, a few years back and is attending the New York University School of Medicine where she had met her now ex-fiance. She told me this was her graduating year and that she was also looking for a new roommate, without those feelings she jokingly added. I politely told her that I was happy with my current living arrangements but joked that if things ever changed I'd be sure to look her up. I was surprised how relaxed I felt chatting with this beautiful girl without feeling any sexual feelings creep up. I'm sure the feelings were mutual by this point in our conversation.

It felt as though I had finally made a real and actual friend in New York other than Rachel and Kurt. No offense to those two, but it's nice getting to know someone who actually understands me and I can just be myself around. She saw past my bullshit as we talked and her remarks were just as brash and awesome as mine. Damn if this girl couldn't give me a run for my money in the HBIC department. I liked it though; it wasn't like we were trying to knock each other down or compete. It was all in good fun. She got me. I haven't laughed this much in weeks. I could picture myself walking the halls of McKinley with her and parting the halls like I had so many times with the wrath that was the unholy trinity. God, in that moment I felt a surge as I thought about Brittany and Quinn. Both those relationships were left tainted and unresolved in a way. I felt nostalgia and a wave of sadness creep up on me and I'm sure it must have showed because Jess got off of her stool and gave me a long friendly hug without any hesitation or qualms. Like a true friend. God, I missed those two. So, so much

In that moment I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the emotions but I began to feel my eyes burn and twinge as a waterfall began to release. I heard my own sobs break out as the blonde squeezed me tighter in the embrace. I could see their faces. The last looks we gave each other. I was becoming numb to the loss of Brittany but when I saw visions of Quinn I flat out lost it. I recalled the satisfied look on her face as she winked at me and left the hotel room that morning after we made it a "two time thing." There were so many things we didn't dare discuss after that evening. We treated it like it was a normal thing and no big deal that two former best friends had just fucked and spent the evening in bed together. She hadn't messaged me since that night and I didn't dare contact her. I wasn't sure what to say to her after that. What could I say? Did I dare bring it up? Did I pretend like nothing happened? She didn't contact me and it became an awkward unspoken thing between us since then. Come to think of it there was no speaking, period. She had spoken to Rachel several times since then and even mentioned coming to visit New York in the future but she never mentioned me. Rachel would put her phone on speaker when Quinn called her and I would just sit there like an idiot and listen quietly and a little too curiously. I hadn't realized how much it had been bothering me or why. Hell, I still don't quite understand the why part and I'm not sure I want to.

"Shhhh… it's okay. It's okay. Everything is going to be okay. Shhhh…" She held me there for a few minutes until I had managed to pull my shit together. Well, taking short jerky breaths and coming back to reality was more together than the mess I was just moments ago. I pulled away from her embrace and sat back fully into the bar-stool.

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but if you do want to talk about it, I can listen. Hey, I owe you something for the pathetic soap opera of my life I bothered you with tonight." She said in a calm tone that seemed to relax me. I looked up and she had a smirk on her face. I couldn't help but match it. Once again, this girl got me. It made it easier for me to open up without the pressure. Maybe it was easier because she didn't know anyone from my past or because she seemed to be on a similar level with me in the emotions department. I could see part of myself in this girl, and no, not in that way. I didn't feel the need to have my walls up around her for defense, and it was a nice change.

"Thanks Jess. I'm just not sure I really understand it right now myself." I said in a shaky low tone as I pulled a mirror out of my purse and tried to fix the mess I had made of myself.

She looked at me for a moment and reached her hand out to put down my mirror as I was fixing my hair before she spoke.

"Could this by any chance have anything to do with you slamming your head into the bar earlier when I was making a sad attempt of hitting on you and you were trying to ignore me?" Shit... This girl was fucking good. I couldn't hide it from her as she apparently saw right through me. I nodded in response and shrugged before I finished fixing myself. I'm sure I still looked like shit. I sure did feel like it after everything I had just felt that I wanted to suppress with more alcohol and not have to think about.

"I see. Well you kinda lost it there before. I don't know what it's about, but since you were turning down the sexiest girl in this bar's advances to grovel in it, I'm guessing it's about a girl?" She said ending in a questioning tone.

"Like hell you are, have you taken a look at me Jess?" I said to her jokingly in response to her comment as I flipped my hair and winked.

"First of all, you look like shit after the waterworks. Second, is that really all you got out of what I just said?" she said and we both laughed in response. I shook my head in defeat. That's a remark totally worthy of Santana Lopez. This girl is now my new best friend. She knew how to put me in my place.

"Touché… and yes it's about a girl. And if we're getting technical here, it's about two girls actually." I said in response as I put away my mirror and checked my phone, only to find 4 missed calls, and 3 text messages, and all of them from Rachel. I'm out having a good time. Well, minus the crying. Figures Barbra Streisand would rain on my parade. This better be good.

"Well slut, give me their information and I'll make sure they never..." Jess started laughing as she was re-stating the comment I had made earlier in response to her situation. I smiled at her and let out a chuckle. Just as I was about to respond to her, my phone's message tone had gone off. It was yet another message from Rachel, ugh. Am I even allowed to spend an evening out without the fairy godmothers checking in on me?

Seriously Santana! It's getting late and Kurt and I are worried sick about you! Please call me back and let us know if you're not coming home tonight. We'd like too actually head to bed soon if that's alright with you.

What's the big deal? It's not that late, why are they getting their panties in a bunch? I then checked the time on my phone. Oh shit. It's 2:46am. Oops. I must have lost track of time at some point. I sent a text back to Rachel to reassure her I'd be coming home.

Sorry. Lost track of time. Don't worry. Heading home soon.

Jess gave me a questioning look as I was lost in my phone.

"My roommates were just wondering where I was, and I didn't realize it was so late. I should get going, I told them I'd be home soon."

"Yeah, it's alright, I didn't realize quite how late it was either. I should be heading home too. I honestly really enjoyed meeting and getting to know you tonight. It's nice to have real friends here in New York... so many fake bitches. It's nice to know a real one." She gave me a big smile at the end of her comment.

"You better give me your phone number so you can bitch to me about your girl problems and we can do this again." She motioned for my phone and I gladly obliged and passed it to her before tipping the bartender. All of a sudden she pulled me close to her and before I could realize what she was doing she took a picture.

"There you go, a picture of you and your new best friend Jess for the contact info" she said as she passed me back my phone. I laughed at the picture as I looked at the new contact on my phone.

"God, I really do look like shit." I laughed as I got off the stool and gave Jess a hug.

"Thanks for tonight. I'll message you sometime this week and maybe you can meet my crazy roommates, and we can hang out or something." Not wanting to make this a long awkward goodbye, she nodded and we said our goodbyes before I headed out the bar and hailed a taxi. Thank god for New York. The taxi smelled like hobo piss, but I planned on taking a shower when I got home anyways.

As the taxi was heading to our apartment I looked in my phone at the picture of me and Jess and let a goofy smile onto my face. I was truly happy to make a new friend. So much had changed and everyone I knew was from my old life back in Lima, even though I was in a new city. It was nice to get to know someone new and start fresh. So much of my past was already haunting me.

Speaking of the devil, as I flipped through the pictures in my phone I stumbled across a picture of Brittany and let out a sigh. Not going there now. I've shed enough tears tonight. I then went through more photos until I stopped when I found one of me and Quinn together that night at the wedding that wasn't. It was of me and her sitting at the alter before the wedding, didn't happen.

Ugh.

I stared at the picture. Why was my heart sinking into my stomach at that picture? We both looked flawless, especially Quinn. We both looked so naive in this picture as to where the night was leading.

Or were we?

Maybe I didn't want to know the answer to that question. I stared at the picture and kept my eyes focused on Quinn's eyes and dorky smile for what seemed like a few seconds. I must have lost track of time because I broke my focus when I felt the taxi stop and the driver was looking at me, waiting.

Oh…

I must have been staring at that picture for several minutes. That's normal, right? I paid the driver for the taxi fare and stepped out onto the concrete sidewalk. I looked down at my phone one more time. Fuck. I can't do this to myself. It meant nothing, Santana. It was just one stupid night. I should just delete the stupid photo and forget about that night. That's what I should do. That's what I could do. Or I could be a stupid fucking idiot and make that picture the background image on my phone so I could see that smile every time I look at it. I wouldn't do that though. Not at all…

Before I opened the door to our apartment, I locked my phone, only to unlock it and see the home screen, and of course her smile. Yup, something is definitely wrong with me. Either this is some sick masochistic kind of torture, or I miss her more than I'll admit. Ugh. I'm just going to go to bed and not think about this right now.