"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Santana asked Sam who sat across the table from her. She played with her fingers in her lap nervously and looked up at him.

"Totally," he reassured her around a mouthful of bread. "Just pretend you're Santana." He sucked some butter from his thumb and reached for another breadstick.

"I am Santana."

"That's the spirit!"

Santana rolled her eyes. Sam didn't notice, too distracted by the third basket of breadsticks the waitress had brought to the table.

"Well, I just got out of a pretty serious relationship so I guess I should be open to taking some risks."

"Don't worry. Just follow my lead, okay?"

Santana sucked in a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, okay."

"Oh, they're coming!" Sam wiped his mouth with his napkin and stood as the two women approached their table. Santana remained in her seat, staring wide-eyed at Brittany with her blonde hair cascading over her shoulder and tight dress. By the time she realized she probably should have stood up as well, the three had already been seated, leaving her in an awkward crouch over her chair. Santana quickly sat back down and cleared her throat anxiously.

"So are you Brittany?" she asked the woman, hopefully.

"Yup. You must be Santana." Blue eyes raked over her body appreciatively, making Santana self-consciously pat her dress down.

"I'm Quinn."

Brittany and Santana broke their heavy eye contact as they both turned to the other woman, both of their faces slightly flushed. Sam looked on, grinning in relief. "Oh, uh, right." Brittany shook her head at herself. "Sam, this is Quinn Fabray. She's a friend from work."

Sam threw her a quick distracted greeting. "And this is Santana…uh. Santana…"

"Lopez," she supplied helpfully. "My name is Santana Lopez."

"Santana Lopez," Brittany repeated, smiling softly. "I like that."

"So how do you and Santana know each other?" Quinn asked, eager for conversation.

Sam's eyes widened almost comically in panic. "Uh, we met in college," she tried. Sam shook his head. "I mean, in high school."

"Oh, wow. So you guys go way back. What are you up to these days?"

"Oh, well, I'm a lawyer."

"Santana Lopez, attorney at law," Sam joked with a chuckle.

"Actually, I just gave up my practice."

"What? That's the kind of thing you usually run by me." Sam put on a concerned expression, mentally patting himself on the back for his acting skills.

"I always wanted to perform professionally and I figured if I don't do this now, I never will." Santana leaned back in her chair, starting to feel more comfortable with sharing.

"What kind of performing are you looking to do?" Brittany asked, resting her chin on her hand as she stared at Santana.

"Uh, singing mostly. And piano."

"Wow, that's cool. I like that more than the lawyer thing," Brittany said approvingly.

"Which is why I waited until now to introduce you two," Sam said.

"I thought you thought he was still a lawyer," Quinn butted in.

"No, no. That's not what I meant. Let's get you a cocktail."