A/N: Hello again!
First of all, thanks for the story alerts and favorites! I'm going to assume that at least a few of you want me to continue with the story, even though you didn't leave any reviews. But you know, feel free to leave a review as well!
I'm not hundred percent sure where the story is going, but I might have an idea! I hope it won't be "meh" in the end and that you will continue to read!
I know that this story sounds kiiiind of unrealistic and in the future even a little predicatble, but yeeeeah. It's fiction!
Anyway, I wanted to update already since it's going pretty slow in the beginning. It sure is a lot of Pezberry here.
I do have friends who work as professional models, but other than that, I have no idea how the industry in general actually works... other than what I have read and seen on television/film.
Sorry in advance for any grammar/spelling mistakes, I'm still blaming that on my foreign-ness and not having any spell check in my editing program, whoops!
Here's a little M, for reasons. I'm not very good at the M rated stuff, but feel free to unleash your own imagination for it instead.
CHAPTER 2
Three months ago
"Santana! Are you ready to go? You need to be at the airport in forty." Santana could hear Rachel scream from downstairs.
It was almost a year ago since Santana and Rachel had moved in to their new duplex on the better side of the city, it was time to move forward and away from the old apartment that held many good memories. Their move did get emotional, especially when they had to say goodbye to their close friends and neighbors, Mike and Tina, even though they would still meet up it wouldn't be as frequently.
But due to Santana's high income and generosity towards Rachel, the both of them could finally move into a bigger and better place without worrying that they would have cops knocking on the door at 4AM because of shootings in the apartment underneath theirs.
"Yes mother, I'm coming" Santana screamed from her bedroom.
"Not that tone when you're talking to me, young lady." Rachel said in a serious tone as Santana walked down the stairs with a suitcase that could probably fit two small grown ups and a backpack slung over her shoulder. Santana let out a loud huff in disapproval and continued towards the door.
"Are you coming or what?" she asked the smaller brunette as she walked out the door. Rachel hurried up right after the Latina and turned to lock the door before leaving.
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"You sure you can handle this alone? I could always get a last minute ticket and come with you?" the shorter brunette said as they waited at the airport.
"Honey. I'm not stupid. I usually go alone for business trips, this is not different. I know you want to go on another vacation, and you will get more time off soon" the Latina assured her pleading friend. Santana knew that Rachel still was devastated after her break up with the doofus, even though it was a decision made from both of them and the fact that they had left each other on good terms, it still hurt Rachel since she had left her safety net that was Finn Hudson. It had almost been a year now and Santana could only wish for her friend to soon move on, she only had to find her friend the perfect partner, a fitting psycho that could handle a partner that would burst out singing whenever she felt for it. Santana smirked at her own brilliant idea to find someone that was crazy enough for her roommate.
"Fine. I'll miss you though." It was always sentimental for Santana and Rachel to say goodbye to each other. This time was no different.
"Berry. Chill. I will only be gone for two weeks" she couldn't help it, but she burst out laughing when she noticed the tears forming in her friends eyes. "But I will miss you too." the Latina reassured after a short pause.
"Really?" she looked up hopeful, "And I want you to pay for my trip to Aruba." Rachel pointed at her friend with a smirk on her face.
"Yeah, we'll see about that" Santana said with a huff, but smiled.
They said their final goodbye's as Rachel waved to Santana as she walk through the boarding control.
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"Welcome to Amsterdam Airport Schiphol" Santana read the big signs as she walked out of the airport to take a cab to get to her nearby hotel. It was late and she was tired after the long flight, she just wanted to sleep and get to work the day after.
"Where can I take you?" the taxi driver asked with a heavy Dutch accent as Santana entered the cab. In some way, the driver reminded her of her former employer, Mr. Figgins, he really looked like him, the differences was that this man was Dutch and Figgins from India.
Santana let the driver do his thing and drove her to her hotel.
She watched out through the window as they passed parks, buildings and people.
She let her thoughts wander away, thinking of the night before, the thought of her amazing one night stand made her blush. It had been a great day, starting in her own studio with a photo session with some great new faces. It later ended up with heated kisses with one of the models as everyone else had left. They decided to share a cab back to her and Rachel's apartment and luckily her roommate wasn't home, she didn't need another 'huff' from her friend. They hurried in to the duplex and could barely keep their hands off of each other as they took off each other's coats and rushed in to the bedroom to spend the night there. Even though Santana was usually the shorter one, she was always the one in charge, she wouldn't have it any other way.
She woke up when the bed dipped and saw the blonde girl she spent the night with starting to get dressed. A woman exactly her taste, she thought. No awkward cuddles, no disgusting morning breath, no strings attached. This kind of sex was what she lived for, the one that left her speechless and without further expectations.
She was woken up from the thoughts of her past escapades when the driver spoke up and told her that they had arrived to the hotel.
"Great things will come to those who are patient. Enjoy your stay here!" It was the exact thing that Mr. Figgins had told her with his heavy Indian accent, after receiving complaints from the supermarket customers. Now Santana was truly convinced that this driver was somehow a Dutch relative to Mr. Figgins, she couldn't help but smile as she realized how stupid that sounded. She thanked the driver and stepped out to breathe in some fresh Amsterdam air, well, as fresh as big city air could possibly get.
Her trip to Amsterdam was both for her own pleasure, but she wouldn't be choosing the destination if it weren't because of the fact that she was hired to work behind the scenes for the fashion week. It wasn't one of the bigger fashion weeks, like New York or Paris, but it was nice to get away for some fun adventures. Well, she didn't want to miss the infamous Red-Light District either that her old friend Puck had previously told her about. If it was as good as he had told her, she would enjoy her stay, for sure.
The first three days of fashion week passed relatively quick. She did her job, taking pictures behind the scenes before the shows started, after the shows and during the shows out in front of the runways.
Unfamiliar faces greeted her and praised her for her work. It was always surprising for Santana to hear people talk about her work even away from home. It felt somewhat surreal.
She met some of her old friends that she usually didn't have the time to meet that often since they all traveled around the world.
She also saw some of her old one night stands from a distance, but tried to hide away from them as good as possible. She was a ninja, a pretty good one too.
The shows were a great success, not to forget mentioning the wild parties that the different fashion brands hosted every night. The Dutch people knew how to party.
On the final day of fashion week she spotted an interesting face backstage that she had never seen before.
It was a young woman, probably a few years younger than herself. Her looks weren't that special. Blonde, tall, probably a model. But there was something about her that made Santana interested, really interested.
She had found her next prey.
"Agnes Meyer! Meyer? Come here!" she heard the blonde woman scream in a heavy Dutch accent. She figured that the unknown woman in front of her must be working with the upcoming show and wasn't a model, even though she had the potential. Santana quickly snapped a few photos of the blonde woman, but she wasn't quick enough. The tall woman turned her face around and caught Santana through the lens and gave her a smile and a small wave, then she turned back as a model approached her and covered Santana's view.
Santana stood rooted. She looked down on the small screen to take a closer look at the pictures she just took. The woman was stunning. Somehow she recognized her from somewhere, but she couldn't put her fingers on it. Maybe she just got a familiar face.
Santana's thoughts got interrupted as a crew member told everyone to get ready since the show would soon begin.
Santana spotted the blonde woman as she walked out to the front of the runway, she caught the small wink that the blonde gave her and smiled back.
"Piece of cake" Santana mumbled to herself as she smirked to herself as she took her seat in front of the runway.
Little did she know that a blonde woman across the room was looking at her direction with the same smirk on her face.
To Santana's disappointment she didn't see the still unknown blondie that she had spotted backstage earlier. She was hoping to catch her afterwards, but couldn't find her anywhere. After asking and searching for her without any result, she finally gave up. She didn't want to sound too creepy and desperate, even though she might have been, but that was no one else's business anyway.
With a sad face she returned back to the hotel for a quick nap before the final party.
The theme for the evening was reversed cocktail. Santana looked forward to seeing the men come up in their best cocktail dresses. But she couldn't help but look forward to see some hot models killing it in the androgynous look.
Even though Santana was going to stay sober for the night, that didn't mean that she wasn't allowed to dress up and enjoy the evening.
Santana had picked up the perfect suit for the night, the blazer was a maroon color, with matching tie. Underneath she would wear a slim fit silver shirt with black pants and oxford shoes. The garments where tight around all the right places.
Santana eyed herself in the mirror with a satisfied look on her face.
"Only one thing missing..." she told herself and walked away to pick up something from her suitcase.
"Success!" Santana exclaimed as she put on her big black fedora hat and winked to her reflection.
The party went on smoothly. She danced and caught up with some of her friends.
But she didn't really feel like staying for long since she had plans on exploring the city the day after.
Right when Santana decided to head for the exit she spotted the blonde woman that she had seen earlier that day, she was talking to a man with brown hair, dressed in several layers of black, white and silver garments with a pair of oxfords, almost like her own shoes. "He must have missed the reversed theme for the evening, he look kind of feminine though" she thought to herself as she turned her attention back to the woman.
She eyed the blonde from top to toe. She was wearing a black suit with a black shirt and a teal bow tie with something that looked like a duck print on. On her head she wore a top hat and her feet had the pleasure of being walked around with in a pair of teal high heels, which made her look even taller than she already was.
She continued to look at the odd couple as a couple of people walked up to greet them.
Suddenly the brunette man burst out laughing, he was bent over and cried, the others around them laughed as well while the blonde woman looked clueless.
"Geez, he look like a giant baby when he laughs. Why doesn't his teeth show, he look like an idiot. Well, he kind of have a baby face too..." the Latina laughed inwardly at her own thoughts. Oh, she was such a bitch.
She didn't notice the eyes staring at her from across the room.
When she did notice she instantly stopped laughing. She didn't want anyone to think that she was a lunatic without friends, laughing at her own jokes.
The blonde woman had excused herself to get closer to the short brunette who finally could get a closer look as well. She was beautiful. The eyes, a perfect smile...
"Hallo" the blonde woman greeted and waved, merely feet away from the Latina. As they stood right in front of each other Santana noticed that the blonde wouldn't be that much taller than herself without her heels. "Want to go somewhere else, so we can talk without screaming at each other?" Santana nodded and smiled she got dragged out of the venue.
"Hi" the blonde greeted Santana once again where they could hear each other. The sun was still up and you could feel the warm summer breezes.
"H-hi" Santana stuttered out. She had never ever experienced being actually speechless before. She was usually very confident, cocky even, but right now she was stunned by the beauty that was in front of her.
"Want to go and grab drinks somewhere else? The party was kind of lame anyway." Santana could hear her heavy accent and found it extremely attractive. After a little debate on where to go, they finally decided to head out for a cup of coffee instead.
The blonde said that drinking responsibly was very important, Santana awkwardly agreed and followed the taller woman as she linked her pinky with Santana's.
They did some small talk on the way, and at the café, mostly about living in The Netherlands and Santana told everything about living life in New York.
The blonde seemed very fascinated by the city from just hearing what the Latina said, however, she wondered where the 'Old York' was located, something that the Latina found somewhat amusing.
They didn't talk about any personal details, but Santana didn't mind. She found it very exciting to talk to a stranger this way, it was something she had never done before.
The time passed quickly, way to quick for Santana's liking and the café was soon about to close for the evening.
"Would you like to follow me back to my hotel?" Santana asked, feeling brave. It had been a great night so far, so why not make it better.
"I thought you'd never ask." the blonde jumped up and they both shared a taxi to the Latina's hotel where they sat in silence, staring into each others eyes with linked pinkies.
As they got closer to Santana's room they could barely keep their hands off of each other. Santana felt hotter than ever. This was what she had been anticipating the whole day.
Santana closed the gap between them the second they got inside the room. She was in charge. She pressed her body closer to the taller woman who was now pressed up against the wall as she kissed her neck, her one hand on the wall behind the blonde, pressing the two as close as possible, while the other was gently stroking the woman's cheek. She took in the smell of her, she took in the way she almost could hear the blonde's heartbeat, she felt intoxicated.
She could hear small moans erupting from the other woman, so she knew that she wanted this as much as her.
They both fell down on the queen-sized bed, never letting go of each other or stopping with the kisses and exploring hands.
Soon after they had hit the bed the blonde rolled over to straddle the smaller woman.
Santana was not used to not being in charge, but this time she really didn't mind.
After a moment of soft kissing and nibbles, Santana's phone began ringing. Without looking at the caller ID she reached for it and answered, she already knew who the caller was.
"Can't talk right now." Santana replied while she tried to keep down her moans as the woman straddling her slowly kissed down her neck and let out a moan in her ear.
"You answered your phone I expect you to talk to me right now. You didn't call tonight, I was worried."
"Berry, I really can't talk right now" Santana said through the line as the blonde whispered a 'you have no idea how much I want you right now' as Santana felt a hand reaching underneath her shirt, touching her boob and pinching her nipple that quickly hardened under the touch. She couldn't hold back the erupting moan any longer and let it out. The blonde above her began to giggle and moved down to continue to ghost her lips over soft tanned skin.
"Santana! Are you having sex right now? You so are! Oh my God, oh my God... that's so..." that's the last thing Santana heard until she ended the call and turned off the phone completely.
"Who's berry? Isn't that a fruit?" the blonde had stopped kissing her for a moment and sat up between the Latinas legs with furrowed brows. Any other day Santana would've thought that a comment like that was the most idiotic thing ever, but this time she giggled and thought that it was the most adorable thing ever. Yes, Santana Lopez giggled. Giggled!
"Berry is a friend of mine" Santana replied and kissed the blonde's nose as she dragged the blonde closer again, with wandering hands she explored the woman on top of her. She never expected herself to be content with not being in charge of what would happen, but it was such a turn-on to be straddled and she could feel herself getting even hotter between her legs.
Their shirts were long gone, laying on the floor as the blonde began to unclasp the Latina's pants who felt a certain relief as she let the cool air hit her panty-clad wet core.
The two women began to kiss each other passionately once again, like there was no tomorrow.
Soon enough they slipped out of their clothes completely and stared in awe at each others naked bodies as they closed the gap between them to let their fingers and tongues do the handiwork.
Soft moans and the smell of arousal filled the room as they kept going for hours, never letting go of each other.
They were out of breath, heavy breathing and heavy eyelids, it was almost morning when the two decided that it was time to sleep.
Santana had never felt more safe with a stranger in her bed. She wanted the feeling to last forever, but deep down she knew better than that, it would never happen. She knew nothing about this woman, she could be a psycho for all she knew. With those thoughts, Santana fell asleep, nuzzled into blonde hair that smelled like a mix strawberry shampoo and sweat from their nightly activity.
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Santana was wide awake, however, she decided to pretend to be asleep when she felt movement and the loss of body contact when she was slowly being untangled from the blonde who had spent the night at her hotel room.
For the first time in her life she wished that a woman would stay in bed with her to cuddle, she wanted to smell the hideous morning breath, she wanted to have amazing shower sex, eat breakfast in bathrobes, read the comic strips in the morning newspaper together, she wanted the whole package. It was weird, she had never wanted that before.
But this wasn't a dream. The blonde was almost dressed and Santana had no idea what to do to stop the stunning woman in her room from leaving.
The blonde walked closer to, what she thought, was a still sleeping brunette. She kissed her forehead and whispered a barely audible 'good bye'.
She tried to sneak out through the door. A creak. Caught.
"Hey" a sleepy voice was heard from the bed as the blonde woman turned around in the door to face the Latina who had called for her. She was still laying naked in bed, no longer being wrapped up in the duvet. The blonde couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of her.
"What's your name?" Santana had to know, she knew that this was something special. She had felt it and she was pretty sure that the blonde had felt it too, they didn't need words to feel it. Everything felt exciting and she felt like a whole new person with the blonde in front of her. Why did she have to leave? Not only the sex was amazing, but the time that they had spent at the café was out of the ordinary and calming in a way that she had never felt towards another person. If Santana Lopez actually felt something for another person that isn't herself, it must be special.
"Quinn. Goodbye, Santana." With those words the blonde began to walk out, only turning around for a final wink. Leaving the Latina alone in bed.
Santana quickly dressed herself before going back to bed. She wanted to go back to sleep, it was still early and she had barely gotten any sleep during the night. She should be tired. But she couldn't let go of the blonde woman clouding her mind. She had apparently known her name and who she was all along, but she was pretty famous among the industry people and she did have quite the reputation as well.
The night could only be described as mind blowing, but Santana felt like something, or someone, was missing.
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The last week in Amsterdam went by slow. She couldn't get her head off of a certain blonde named Quinn.
Every time she walked down the streets of Amsterdam and saw a tall blonde, she turned around to see if it was The blonde, never with any success.
She spent hours at bars and strip clubs, and Puck was right, the exotic dancers were something out of the ordinary, but she still didn't feel satisfied and she still felt like something was missing.
She spent most of the nights alone in her hotel room, trying to find out who the mysterious blonde was. Trying to search on the internet with only a first name didn't bring any good results. She looked through the snapshots from backstage during fashion week, the smiling blonde waving at her. It had her melting.
She had promised Rachel regular calls every night. The day after her night activities with a certain blonde, Rachel could immediately tell that something was off with her friend. But she knew better than to ask questions directly to her when she was in an off state. She wondered if it had something to do with her calling in the middle of the act, but she had definitely caught Santana in more awkward situations than that.
A/N: Quinn in Amsterdam? What the...