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Days passed. Nothing had happened between the two. They'd look at each other, then look away. That was all there was. It was Thursday.

But it was this Thursday, this day that Santana made a move. Not exactly a move on Dani, but a general move. It wasn't flirtatious; it wasn't aggressive, even; it was simply a sign to show the other girl that Santana was ready to play whatever the game was that Dani was interested in playing.

Dani hadn't even made a pawn of the Latina; the woman was a stranger... the woman was a stranger; a strange woman whom Dani just so happened to cross paths with daily. Dani who was a celebrity who could not get involved with anyone.

With her own thoughts restricting her from approaching the woman as she would have had she been in any other situation, Dani exercised her cunning ability to observe. And observe, she did.

She observed the dark-skinned, long-legged, goddess of a woman everyday. She observed the way she'd wear a trench coat to cover what she wore, just as Dani did herself. She observed the fact that she was hiding a red uniform; waitress, the watcher assumed. She observed the fact that this showcased modesty, though the woman had notably kick-ass legs, which Dani assumed would not hesitate in kicking actual ass, judging by what she had observed to be an incredibly short temper that the brunette sported so proudly. (She observed the phone-calls that Santana would resume as she walked out of the station).

Appropriately, Dani observed that this all meant that they lived close and lived in sync, as far as their schedules went.

Dani also observed the sexual tension- the mutual intrigue each woman had for one another- and the fact that it grew everyday. Most of all, she observed the fact that she felt so uncommonly, undeniably sure that she would be so painfully compatible with this woman; the woman whom she had spoken to so carelessly and so rarely, at that... and she observed that this lone fact scared the living hell out of her, because for once in her life, she didn't know what to do.

Lucky for her, all these thoughts were running through Dani's head as she retired to bed on Wednesday evening; the evening before Thursday; the Thursday on which Dani stepped onto subway car #1 and observed something out of the ordinary; something that would change everything.

Santana, overcome with boldness, wore slippers to work that Thursday morning.

"AHA!" Dani nearly squealed as she stood in front of the closing doors. "You finally decided to take my advice- holy shit- about time!"

"Well good morning, woman I've spoken to once in my life! Thank you kindly for your valuable observations and input! I've really gained so much from it." She was smug and irritated, as if that didn't translate through her words, so damp with sarcasm.

She was also not expecting what would happen in the following seconds.

Dani brushed off every word, every syllable of ill-intent right off of her perfectly sculpted shoulder and onto the moldy floor of the shaking alloy box; she brushed them off and sat herself comfortably next to the now fuming woman adjacent to her.

"Now that you've taken some of my expert advice and decided to speak up, we're going to do more things that I think you- we should do!" She grinned. "Firstly, seeing as we're apparently subway buddies, I'm going to get to know you a bit, alright?" No response. "Alright! So, tell me, do you like music?" This time, Dani didn't even wait for a reply- She simply unplugged her earplugs from her phone and turned the sound up, filling the small, uncomfortably enclosed room with the musical stylings of none else but Beyoncé Knowles. "CAUSE YOU'D BEST LIKE MUSIC IF YOU WANNA BE RIDIN IN THIS HERE PARTY CAR!" And just like that, Dani began singing along.

The whole scene was laughable, but Santana couldn't even bring herself to do that.

"Holy. Shit." Santana mouthed, as her actual words were inaudible and as her eyes darted from side to side, eventually landing on the ceiling as her body slid down her seat. She didn't know what to do; what to think; how to react. Who does in this situation? Who has ever been in this situation? Who the hell just gets up and starts belting to Beyoncé in a next-to-completely-empty subway car at 5:30 in the AM?

At this point, Dani was standing up and trying to get Santana to "enjoy the music" with her. But, she stopped when she finally saw the other woman react; it had been multiple seconds of staring and Dani had honestly assumed that the girl was just in a trance.

"I hope to god you aren't acting like this because you don't like Beyoncé. She's a fucking queen and I will whoop your sorry ass if you say or think anything less." Santana simply perked an eyebrow. "UNWORTHY! YOU ARE UNWORTHY! OH HELL NO, I AM SWITCHING CARS HOLY SHIT YOU'RE ARE A LESSER BREED THAN I AND OF THE HUMAN RACE!"

Santana was frantic, not only because the woman in front of her was seemingly having a meltdown over fucking Beyoncé, but because Santana felt that she was actually making progress up until then. She decided in that moment that she would regain her footing and reinstate her typical in-charge, confident personality; the in-charge, confident personality that she had lost sight of ever since this fucking mystery of a woman stepped onto her train and into her life.

Dani froze- The woman was reaching for her phone- her lockscreen- It was a picture of her in front of a crowd of screaming fans, all holding up signs with her name- her face- on them. The realization hit her hard; she had been acting as she would have five years ago, before her subway routine went on a hiatus and her career took off. She couldn't just do this sort of thing with- to a stranger; she could be recognized; she could be photographed; she could be attacked; she could be ruined.

But it was too late. Dani's breath hitched audibly as she saw the light of her phone illuminate the face of a flawless, unpredictable stranger.

AN: I feel kind of weird about this chapter. I don't know if it went in exactly the direction that I would have liked, but I think it works for now. If you've got any other ideas or opinions on it, I'm all ears.

Sorry again if there are any typos~