This is the first in what I hope to be a series of one- or two-shots centering around the Glee clubbers, some will be AU, future-fic, or whatever I decide to write about. Each chapter will center on one couple or another with possible crossover with other chapters so don't feel bad if you get confused. This was marginally inspired by New York I Love You so some of the first few chapters might feel familiar. If you have an idea for a story or a favorite couple let me know and I will try to write a chapter for you.

I don't own Glee or any of its characters.

Chapter 1: Strangers

By Hikako

Santana Lopez strode down the dirty New York streets with an air of confidence that her mother would say bordered on arrogance. Santana didn't care, she knew who she was, what she was, and that she was tough enough to handle anything life threw at her. Life, of course, being the irrational, shit-flinging, bitch she was. Today however Life had turned away from the young Latina from the heartland and focused of someone else because today had been a good day.

She had gotten to work early and prepared, for once in a billion years, just in time to impress old Mr. Cooper. She doubted anything would come from it but Mr. Cooper had mentioned something about a raise or promotion as he toddled away to his corner office. Her coworker and friend Miranda had brought coffee for the two of them and Santana's had been just perfect, exactly how she liked it. There were no printer errors, no fit-throwing copiers, or angry clients all day; everything was smooth and orderly like a well-oiled machine.

The weather was beautiful, extra special it was early November and winter was gearing up, so Santana and Miranda had decided to have sandwiches in the park across the street. Sitting there, chatting about nothing important or earth-shattering for once, Santana enjoyed the weather while listening to her friend talk about the new guy in her life. The street vendor had gotten their order correct, Santana's tuna on rye had the perfect amount of mayonnaise without too many pickles, and every male jogger turned their heads to admire the way her legs looked in her skirt. Damn right they should!

Everything was so perfect that when Miranda invited her out for drinks with her new guy Santana didn't think twice before saying yes. Here she was, hours later, walking down the street to their favorite club, dressed to die as only the H.B.i.C. could! You know it! It was her favorite red dress that went just far enough down her thigh to draw attention to her legs fitted in her favorite stilettos. She had made damn sure she looked at her best before leaving the apartment, her makeup was done right, her hair styled just the way she liked it, and her skin shined thanks to the $75-an-ounce lotion an ex-boyfriend had bought her. The bouncer waved her over and let her in without hesitation, and Santana made sure to throw her best 'Imma bitch' smirk at the slutty girls standing first in line as she walked past.

The beat thundered in the air as the sea of bodies moved in rhythm to it, the cool night air becoming instantly too warm as Santana pushed her way to her friends at the bar. Miranda had also invited Heather, her roommate, and a good friend Sarah. It was almost a girls' night except Miranda's new man showed up and after the introductions was able to keep Miranda busy on the dance floor. Heather and Sarah were busy doing shots with a couple guys they just met when Santana heard a husky voice behind her.

"Buy you a drink, beautiful?" Santana turned around and looked at the guy before her up and down. He looked put-together, a little too much, like he had help or something. Santana got a little suspicious.

"Got one." She replied smirking up at him, even if she was standing he easily would've dwarfed her by at least a foot. As if to reiterate the point she sipped her martini, knowing she looked every bit the femme fatale she was.

"So buy me one!" he replied with a small laugh, and the easy sound made her giggle along with him. "Pretty woman like you shouldn't drink alone." The lopsided grin on his face telling Santana his intentions.

"What makes you think I'm alone?" Santana said gesturing behind her, not really caring if her friends were there. She knew this game and she could play it well. She turned to the bar and set her martini down before becoming engrossed with a disco ball on her opposite side.

"So where is your boyfriend?" he asked. God, Santana thought, this could almost be scripted! "Don't have one." She replied, her confident smile on her face. He gestured at the hand holding her glass, "Don't tell me YOU'RE married!" his tone too tragic to be real.

Santana couldn't help it; this guy was just too cheesy! Genuinely smiling at him she extended her hand which he took gingerly, "Santana Lopez." His lopsided grin returned as let fingers slide over her luminous skin.

"Finn Hudson."

The atmosphere in the cab was tense, and not in a bad way. Santana and Finn had chatted for almost two hours at the bar, before the tipsy couple decided to share a cab. They left the club; hands grasped, and made their way out to the street.

Santana couldn't help her mood, Finn was just too easy to talk to, he made her laugh, and she absolutely melted when he grinned at her. As the drinks flowed, so too did the conversation, and the drunker Santana was the more 'hands on' she became. Finn was okay that. Eventually Santana heard her favorite song come on and she dragged him out onto the dance floor, despite his protests that he was a terrible dancer.

He'd get no argument from her on that, he could barely bounce from one leg to another along with the beat without tripping over his limbs, but at that point Santana didn't care. Finn essentially became a pole or support that Santana moved against her hips and ass against as she moved with the beat. It wasn't long before Finn's attention was peaked and the inebriated couple was practically dry humping. Santana arm snaked around his head and pulled him down so their lips met, after several minutes of some hot dance-mackin' as her little sister would put it Santana suggested a cab.

As the car worked its way down the crowded streets the action in the back went from PG-13 to R. Finn's and Santana's lips seemed fused together, only parting to let one of their tongues explore the other's mouth. While Finn arm around her shoulders and his other hand on her knees. After several minutes Santana frustratingly thought it must've been glued there, she was about to say something when Finn, as if sensing her feelings, slowly moved it up her leg.

Santana's hands were tangled in his hair as she furiously did her best to convey her desire to Finn. If only he would move his hand a little bit faster! It was driving her crazy, what kind of man was content to feel the skin of a woman's inner thigh! It wasn't like there was a lot of skirt to get in the way. Santana couldn't help the groan that escape her throat as Finn's hand dipped deeper and he grazed his fingertips where her panties should've been. Finn surprise was evident in the tension that shot through his body and Santana felt like she had won a prize.

They broke apart when the cabbie loudly cleared his throat, for the second time, and announced their fare was $22.34. Finn, his breathing slow and deep, whispered to Santana. "Walk you to the door, beautiful?" The look she sent him clearly said 'you sure as shit better! And then some!'

Santana groaned as she let out the knots in her muscles. The sunlight streaming in through the windows was almost too much for the slightly-hung-over woman, and normally she would've lain right back down and gone back to sleep. Especially since there lay Finn, the sheets bunched around his waist and his well-muscled physique on display in the late morning light. But the pounding on the front door wouldn't go away! Slipping on her pink silk robe Santana made her way to the door of her apartment, yawning as she went. As soon as she flicked the lock the heavy wood door flew open and a blur shot out of the hallway and latched itself to Santana's leg.

"Hi Mami!" Ten-year-old Catalina practically shouted as she looked up lovingly at her mother with her enormous chocolate brown eyes. Her black hair was braided in pigtails and she was in her favorite outfit: a pink tutu, sky blue tights, and red t-shirt. "Hey baby!" Santana replied with as much enthusiasm, her fatigue gone with the appearance of her daughter.

"Sorry about this." Puck said as he pushed the door open further and walked in, Cati's bags in hand. "She wouldn't wait any longer and my mom had to work a half-shift."

Santana smiled at him as she disentangled herself from her daughter and moved to help Puck with the bags. "It's okay; I appreciate you taking her for as long as you did." Puck's head shot up when he heard the door to Santana's bedroom open, and he saw Finn standing there bare-chested and bleary-eyed.

"So… how was date night?" Puck asked a twinkle in his eye that said he knew exactly what went on. Santana would've slapped him if her hands were full. Instead she smirked at him and said, "It was awesome."

"Daddy!" Cati squealed as she launched herself at Finn, who quickly hugged and kissed his daughter before throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Hey Prima Ballerina!"

Puck laughed and shook his head, "I gotta go," he said, "Rachel OB-GYN appointment's in an hour."

"Bye Uncle Puck!" Catalina said, waving emphatically from her father's shoulders.