Santana's POV:
At the bar, I saw the same waitress who was working the other day. When I sat down, she smiled warmly at me. "You're a regular customer, eh?"
"Yeah, I come here almost every day," I responded. "Can I have light beer, please?"
"Sure!" she said enthusiastically. In less than a minute, she was back with a frothy cup of beer. "Do you want some fries or something?"
I frowned. I barely ate or drank anything else besides beer these days. Plus, the beer was getting expensive, so I couldn't really afford other things. "No, thanks," I sighed.
The waitress studied me closely. She disappeared into the kitchen and came out a few minutes later. She set a plate of fries and a burger with barbecue sauce in front of me. I pushed the plate back to her. "No, it's fine. I'm not hungry," I insisted. My stomach made a loud growling noise.
The waitress stared at me skeptically. "Mhm, not hungry at all!" she said sarcastically. "Look, you can have it for free."
Damn, this woman was stubborn! "I don't want to get you in trouble," I argued.
She threw her head back and laughed. "Ha! I don't give a fuck what the boss thinks! Besides, he can't fire me! I'm the only one here who gives service with a smile!"
"Fine," I replied grouchily. I dipped a fry into a small dish of barbecue sauce and put it in my mouth. The saltiness of the fry and the sweetness of the barbecue sauce tasted so strange. They were nothing like the taste of beer. Then I took a bite out of the burger. It had been forever since I ate meat. The texture of the burger felt unusual on my tongue. After a few more bites, I got used to the flavor. I finished the rest of the food. I looked at the waitress gratefully. "Thanks," I said sincerely.
"It's no problem, honey!" She extended her hand out to me. "I'm Emily, you?"
I shook her hand. "Santana, Santana Lopez."
"That's an adorable name! So how old are you? I'm twenty-eight."
"I'm turning twenty-five soon." I pretended to be fascinated with the cup of beer, hoping that it would make Emily stop trying to create a conversation.
A nostalgic look came into Emily's eyes. "Ah, I remember when I was twenty-five," she said softly. I nodded. God! What would it take to shut this woman up? "That's when I realized I was a lesbian." I almost choked on my beer. I began coughing wildly. A cold look passed over Emily's face. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were a homophobe."
My face turned as red as a cherry. "No! No! I'm not homophobic at all! Actually, I'm gay, too!" I tried to explain to her.
Her expression softened. "Well, that's a relief. So many people out there hate me just because I like girls," she sighed. "When I was your age, I met a gorgeous girl named Luna. She had silky blonde hair and pretty turquoise eyes. She was an amazing dancer." Emily seemed to be daydreaming.
A lump formed in my throat. This Luna girl sounded a lot like Brittany. "I'll be right back," I said quickly. I ran into the bathroom. I rushed into one of the stalls and slammed the door shut. Then I sat on the toilet and held my head in my hands.
Brittany's POV:
General Garfield told us that we could get a drink. I asked her to take us to the cheap saloon again. She looked at me suspiciously. She shrugged and said, "Sure."
I sat down and impatiently waited for my beer to come. Images of Santana flowed through my brain. I slapped my forehead, but I couldn't stop thinking about her. General Garfield raised an eyebrow at me. Shit, I must have looked so stupid. I turned away, and luckily, my beer had arrived. I drank it quickly and asked for another. Finally, I had been distracted. I was starting to feel dizzy. A demented burp came out of my mouth. I shoved my hand over my mouth as I realized that Janice and Regina had seen me. They seemed to be stifling giggles, but I didn't think they would mess with me after this morning's incident.
My head was aching painfully. I looked down and saw that my glass was empty again. How much had I been drinking? I must have lost count! I yawned and slumped over on the chair. My eyelids slowly lowered.
Dream:
I opened my eyes, and I was sleeping with the rest of my troop. Suddenly, I heard an upbeat tune outside of the tent. I threw my blanket off and sat up. I recognized that song! It was "Valerie." Santana sang that at sectionals of our junior year. "Well, sometimes I go out by myself and I look across the water…" That raspy, sexy voice was so familiar! Could it be Santana? A hot Latina danced towards me. Holy shit, it was Santana! "And I think of all the things, what you're doing. And in my head I paint a picture." She was wearing a forest green dress that reached just below her vagina. I could see her lace panties. The neckline of the dress was really low, and I was pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bra. "Cause since I've come on home, well my body's been a mess. And I miss your ginger hair and the way you liked to dress. Won't you come on over? Stop making a fool out of me! Why don't you come on over Valerie?"
I jumped up and started to dance with her. I slapped her ass the beat of the music. "Valerie!"
"Why don't you come on over?" I sang.
"Valerie, Valerie," she continued. "Did you have to go to jail? Put your house on up for…" She stopped abruptly. She grabbed my face and kissed me hard. She placed her lips on my neck and moved her hands all over my body. I kissed back and then softly placed my lips on her ear.
"Baby, I've missed having you in my bed," I whispered seductively.
She looked down at my sleeping bag. She winked at me. "Close enough," she whispered back. She laid herself down on my sleeping bag, and I positioned myself on top of her. We kissed for a long time. My hands started to travel to the straps of her dress. I was about to undo the zipper on the back of her dress.
A glass fell to the floor and shattered. Startled, I opened my eyes quickly. "Fuck," I muttered to myself. I was just getting to the best part of my dream.
A petite man with a lame Pedo Bear tattoo swept up the broken glass. "Sorry, I'll be more careful next time," he apologized timidly.
I sighed and laid my head down on the counter. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing that my sex dream about Santana would come back. As hard as I tried, I couldn't fall asleep again.
Santana's POV:
I did my business and finally decided to come out of the bathroom. As soon as I opened the door, Emily was standing there. I jumped back in shock. "Santana, I was getting worried about you! Why were you in here for so long?"
"I'm fine. I was just, uh, changing my Kotex pad," I lied. I don't think Emily believed me, but she didn't say anything. As I washed my hands, I could see her staring at me in the mirror. I turned around. "What?"
"You just seem upset. Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yean, I'm fine." I walked out of the bathroom and slung my purse over my shoulder.
"Where are you going?" Emily followed me.
"Home," I replied curtly. "Look Emily, you're nice, but I'm not in a talking mood. I'm sorry."
"Alright, see you around?" she said sadly. I nodded and forced a smile to make her feel better. "Bye!" she called out while waving.
I pushed open the door and left. A cold breeze blew at me. I shivered and tried to cover my arms. If only Brittany could be here to keep me warm…
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Oh and here's a spoiler for the next chapter: Mercedes will be in it.
