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Santana had just finished her performance of Tegan and Sara's "Closer," and the crowd was going wild. Kurt and Rachel were in awe of her performance, she worked the crowd so easily, and it was like second nature to her. Soon the crowd began shouting "Pepper! Pepper! Pepper!" loudly and boisterously over and over again. Santana smiled and bowed a little before getting down from the bar. Immediately after she poured the woman she had been flirting with a shot of whiskey. As the woman handed Santana the money for drink, Lil patted Santana on the back and said, "Nice job Pepper."

It was nearly three in the morning when Santana had gotten of work, Rachel and Kurt had offered to stay and wait, but she had told them not to wait up. She had counted her tips for the night and had already made five-hundred dollars. She smiled to herself, knowing she had done well that night. The moment she walked out of Coyote Ugly she spotted the woman she had been flirting with all night, her name was Alex. Alex was leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette when she spotted the young Latina, she gave her a smirk that oozed sexual confidence. "I take it you real name isn't Ghost Pepper."

Santana let out a small chuckle. "It is when I'm working," she said coy smirk.

Alex quirked an eyebrow before she asked, "So, are you working now?"

Santana paused for moment as she contemplated what she was getting into, and then smiled. "I'm Santana," she states as she outstretched her hand.

"Pleasure to meet you Santana," the short haired brunette said as she shook Santana's hand. The stood there in the cold in silence for a few moments; both of them leering at each other.

"So do you want to go to your place?" Santana asked with striking confidence.

Alex dropped her cigarette on the ground, and then proceeded to stomp it out. "Let's get out of here,' she said as she linked arms with Santana.

Santana again awoke to the sound of her blaring alarm; however, this time she awoke in the naked embrace of Alex. The young Latina let out a groan; she was warm, comfy, and for fuck's sake she was in bed with a beautiful woman, she didn't want to get up.

"Do you have to go?" Santana heard Alex whisper into her ear.

"Not yet," Santana said she turned off her alarm. "But, I do have stuff I have to get done before I go back to work tonight."

"Really? Like what?" Alex hummed

Santana rolled over, to gaze upon Alex's face. She noticed that Alex had crazy sex hair, a smile, and crazy beautiful hazel eyes. "Well, I have to shower, get food in my body, do some shopping, and text my roommates so they don't assume I was abducted by aliens."

"Well, if you don't mind. I think we can almost all of those together," Alex stated with nervous smile.

"How about we take a shower together, then grab lunch, and then I'll give you my number; that way you can call me and ask me out on a date."

"Sounds perfect."

It was four o'clock when Santana returned to the loft, and of course Kurt was there waiting for her, so that he could do an "Inquisition" of her night began almost immediately. "So how was she?" Kurt asked shamelessly.

"You know people think I have no shame, but then you go and ask that question Hummel. I don't even get a hello," Santana said sarcastically.

Kurt let out a loud humph, "Fine. Hello Santana. Now how was she?"

Santana rolled her lives as she laughed, "Amazing. That's all you get. Now where's the dwarf?"

"At NYADA, she's going over her dance routine. Oh, and she retracts her previous statement about your job being easy. She said, and I quote 'She was amazing.'"

Santana was shocked. "Good." Kurt nodded in agreement. "So how was the rest of your evening?'

"Fantastic. But, the real question is, are you going to see her again?"

"I imagine I will," Santana said with a blush, which resulted in Kurt squealing.

The moment Santana became a Coyote, Mondays went from her most hated day of the week to her favorite day of the week. Mondays were the only day of the week where she could act like hobo and she didn't care that Kurt and Rachel judged her for her being in her sweats practically all day. However, this Monday she didn't get to because she was awakened by the sound of her phone ringing. "Hello,' Santana grumbled into the phone.

"Hey Santana, it's me Alex. Is this a bad time?"

"No, it's fine. I just woke up."

Alex giggled, "Well, I'm sorry that I woke you from you slumber."

The young Latina smiled, "It's fine. What do you need?"

"Well I remember you telling me that Mondays are you night off, so I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner tonight with me. What do you think?

"It sounds like you are asking me out on a date."

"I am."

"I'm in. When and where should we meet?"

"How about outside my place at eight? Is that doable?"

"Yeah it is. I'll see you ate eight Alex."

"I'll see then," Santana head Alex say before she hung up the phone. She laid in bed for a few moments just staring at the ceiling, as she realized that she was about to go out with someone since she and Brittany ended their relationship; that two time thing with Quinn was just sex, so that didn't count. It was weird. She let out an exasperated sigh before getting out of bed and heading towards the shower.

Santana had just finished making herself lunch, when Rachel and Kurt returned from classes that day. "Hello Santana!" Rachel projected loudly in her typical diva like manner as she entered the apartment.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Why I do declare," she stated in her best Scarlett O'Hara voce, "A diva has entered the apartment." Rachel stopped dead in her tracks and Santana a glare. The young Latina shrugged her shoulders, and then proceed to say, in her normal voice, "Serves you right. Now I'm going to enjoy my lunch in peace; and then later I will be getting ready for my date."

"Wait. You have a date? Who is it?"

"The young woman for Coyote Ugly on Friday, you know the hot one."

"Wait, you already had sex with her?" Santana nodded. "When?"

"To be precise, early Saturday morning, not that it's any of your business."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Rachel," Kurt said with a condescending sigh, "Santana likes her privacy, you should respect that."

"I just wished she would treat me like her friend," Rachel stated annoyingly, whilst Santana continued to eat her lunch.

"For fuck's sake Rachel! Santana is treating you like her friend. She's not harming you in any shape or form!" Kurt screamed at the top of his lungs. As a result Rachel began to cry and ran off to her room, and Kurt followed her to apologized and calm her down.

"Fucking divas," Santana quietly muttered under breathe.

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