You think you're gonna score a home run until a voice comes from the bathroom "Get your ass in here now". You hear water move and realise she's in the bath. The fuck? Its 12:30 at night why is she up, further more why is she having a bath. You curse at her under your breath, you don't mean it though, it's just the drug talking. How did it get to this? You avoiding eye contact with this latino babe, butt ass naked in the bathtub. This woman who you are in love with but all you seem to do is hurt and lie to her. The bad far outweighs the good in the relationship. You sit down against the wall, the wall furthest from the bath but also opposite, you keep your eyes down so she doesn't see your pupils, that have now been turned into round black pieces of coal, there isn't the shine or depth Santana fell for on that night, that night you first met.

Your getting ready to go to the GLIPO's (Gays and Lesbians in Public Ovation) an award ceremony where celebrities gay AND non-gay come to celebrate with the general public for the work done for the Gay and Lesbian community. Of course they always like a celebrity host and celebrity guests go down a treat especially for the publicity. It isn't of course government funded!

You have been invited due to your team's, the Women's California Devils baseball team, winner of the national Championship, the team that you happen to be captain of and are the WMLB top hitter with an incredible 400 home runs to your name already, seeing as the league has only been up and running for 3 seasons, all of which your team has been Champions of. So people would say it's also down to your personal record as well as a treble championship winner, as to why you made the guest list.

As part of your role as Sports representative you've been paired up with the guest host, at first you rolled your eyes at this news as your agent delivered it you via phone call, an actress called Santana Lopez who happened to be a lesbian. You hadn't a clue who she was (your activities outside of baseball made sure you didn't hang around a tv or movie theatre often) until you opened up the laptop and searched her during the call and nearly choked on thin air at the images that came up. "You're shitting me right?" You blurt out to your agent who laughs loudly down the phone it hurts your ears, even more than the harsh tinny voice does usually when you're on the phone. By now the conversation is over and you're swallowing hard at an image you've just enlarged of your 'date'. You suddenly wonder if she's done, doing OR going to Google you, hell she might even know who you are.

Well shit had you been informed that you weren't able to meet up with Santana before the ceremony you would've told your agent to take a run off a cliff. But it was too late you were only notified 5 days prior and now it was too many magazine interviews, photo shoots late and there's no way of backing out now. Now that you're here in Las Vegas, Nevada getting ready to walk on the red carpet with one of the most striking women you've seen in a very long time.

You're flustered as the stylists does some last minute alterations and you peer over in the mirror on the back of the door. This is the first time you've seen yourself, full make-up, hair done and long sleek black dress on. "Perfection" you hadn't even noticed that the stylist had finished and was now admiring his work too. You blush like any girl would at his comments,

"Not bad for a baseball player huh".

"Honey, baseball player, Princess or tramp. I make anyone look a million bucks…. Of course it helps if your muse is a lil stunner to begin with".

You blush even more at that comment "Thanks" you whisper under your breath. You secretly hoped it would impress Santana too.

Ten minutes later you were being ushered into a car outside your hotel and was now listening to the 401 from one of the event organisers who was looking after you until you was on the red carpet. She had just finished talking when you felt your phone vibrate and opened up the message 'go get em hitter! Represent! Oh and enjoy ur date ;]' You smiled to yourself, Tamara always knew how to make you smile, she was like your biggest fan! Well she was your sister after all. 'Thanks sis, love ya x'. A thought suddenly came into your head.

"Where am I meeting Santana?" You genuinely weren't sure if the woman had said this to you or not.

You soon knew she had as she let out a deep frustrated sigh "You'll rendezvous with Ms. Lopez in the press tent, then red carpet will follow and into the venue".

You mouth ok then to yourself while raising your eyebrows, she could've just said meet instead of rendezvous. You were smirking to yourself when the car stopped suddenly jerking you forward then slapping you back into the leather seat.

"We're here, quickly, remember swivel on your bum, both legs out and then lift yourself up from the car".

"Dude, I can get out of a fricking car! Go have a shot of tequila or acid, damn!" Even the driver smirked out of the window at me; I winked at him and walked into the press tent leaving the woman gawping at me. I was met by another organiser this time she was more mellow, even though her job had to be ten times more stressful than just getting someone to the venue on time!

"Hiiiiii Ashley Benson welcome to the GLIPO's". She flashed a white toothy smile at me, to which I gave back to her as she led me through crowds of people all dressed up to the nines. We eventually stopped in the corner of the tent by the wine table I let out a sigh, I could tell I'd need a drink or two to get me through the next half hour of paps and interviews.

"Red or white Miss?" Asked the bartender.

"Hmm, white please". I answered as politely as I could.

I took the glass from him, "Ah ah ah, you don't have time for wine right now, Thank you Henry". The organiser handed the wine back to the bartender, or Henry as he was now known. I rolled my eyes at him. And turned to the organiser. She was looking down at her notepad and then snapped her head up suddenly.

"Right, it's time, Ms. Lopez!"

A woman in a white dress behind her turned around. I almost lost my breath at how stunning she looked. She smiled at me, I could only guess I gave her a cocked smile still gawping as she gave me a slight laugh.

"You must be Ashley, I'm Santana". She held her hand out for me too shake. I managed to unfreeze myself and grabbed her hand to shake it gently.

"Nice to finally meet you".