She woke up, sitting at her desk, a small pool of drool on her forearm. She blinked a few times then grabbed for her phone. After the third or fourth grab, her hand closed around it and she checked the time. "Shit, 2:30. I was supposed to meet Puck an hour ago." She sighed, set her phone down, and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "I should call him." She picked up her phone again and turned on the lamp on her desk.

After the fourth ring, she heard a familiar voice on the other end that she hadn't heard in 4 years. "Santana?! Hey. I was hoping you'd call - "

She slammed her phone down on the desk and ran to the bathroom. She'd never felt so sick in her life. How did he get Puck's phone? Did that mean he was in town? Oh no. This could not be happening. She heard herself begin to gag and focused her attention back on calming herself. She heard footsteps coming and righted herself. The door swung open. "I didn't realize you'd be at the office this late, Lopez."

"Well, Fabray, I didn't realize you were still stalking me. Do I need to call security? Or maybe the actual police? Or better yet, how about I call that hospital you were at recently. Tell them how exactly you escaped that night..." Santana answered, cocking an eyebrow. She walked to the row of sinks and began washing her hands. She took some paper towel and began to wipe her face, making sure not to mess up her make-up too much. "What did you want?"

"I wanted to talk to you about Rachel…-"

"Oh my fucking god, seriously?! Why can't you two solve your own fucking problems?" Santana said, eyeing Quinn in the mirror. "She already talked to me. I told her to calm the fuck down and you'd be over your bitch queen from hell soon enough."

"Oh." Quinn said, surprised. "I didn't realize you and Rachel were still in contact." She began playing with her hair subconsciously.

"Shut up, of course we are. I'M HER FUCKING BOSS. Stop being such a jealous bitch. She chose you over me all those years ago, and you have a SON. SHE LOVES YOU. She wants to love you forever. Go home, give her some lovin'."

Quinn didn't respond right away. "You're sure?" she finally whispered. "She wants to love me forever?"

"Would you have a son together if she didn't? Would you have a house together? Seriously, Quinn, open your eyes." Santana took her lip gloss out of her pocket and began reapplying it.

"Thanks, Lo—Santana." Quinn said as she walked out the door, leaving Santana by herself. After Santana composed herself, she walked back to her office, her phone still lying face down on the desk.

She sat in her desk chair and turned the phone over. There were tons of notifications blinking back at her. 3 missed calls from Draco, 4 from Puck, 5 texts from Puck, and just one text message from Draco.

Not knowing if she could take it, she opened the text from Draco first.
Draco: San, first I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. And that I completely understand if you don't want to, but I'd love to take you out to dinner tomorrow night. If the answer is yes, please meet me at the club where we first met at 6PM. If not, I'll send Puck over with flowers to beg you to reconsider.

Santana scrolled through the other messages from Puck, not really seeing them. So Draco was for sure back in town. But why? He'd not been in contact for 4 years. She'd waited for his name to pop up on her phone, but now that it had happened, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. She didn't want to see him but she couldn't help the butterflies in her stomach when she thought about him.

This was going to be tough.

She felt her phone buzz in her hand. Incoming call: Puck She sighed and hit the answer button. "Hello?" she whispered.

"Babe, are you alright? I tried calling back after Draco picked up. I'm so sorry. I was in the bathroom with this chick and I left my phone on the table. I didn't think –" Puck was talking so fast, she could barely understand him.

"I'm fine. Just nervous." She answered, breathing out when she heard Puck. "Did you go get him?"

"Do you want me to actually answer or is that rhetorical?"

"Rhetorical. Of course you went and got him." She put her head down on her desk. "How long is he staying?"

"Forever, I hope. But I guess, as long as it takes for you to take him back. He still loves you, you know."

"If he loved me, he wouldn't have left." Santana said louder and more angry than she meant.

"I know. I'm sorry. Go home and get some sleep, okay? Call me in the morning. I promise not to let him answer. All contact, unless you say otherwise, will go through me. Love you, bro."

"Yeah, yeah. Love you, too, Puckerman. G'night." She clicked 'end call' and threw her phone into her purse. She sighed again and began cleaning up her office to head home. She put some paperwork into her briefcase, grabbed her purse, and locked the door. "Shit, I haven't eaten anything today." She took the elevator down to the parking garage and hopped in the car.

She drove home, making sure to drive the long way, just in case. She knew that if he wanted to find her, he could and would. She still lived in the exact same apartment that they'd moved into when they thought they were going to be together forever. It didn't really help, but she couldn't bear to get rid of the only place, the only thing, that had been truly theirs. Anything else they'd had had been either hers or his. It was a miracle to even get the apartment in the first place. They'd had to spend most of the money they were planning to use on their wedding to even put in the first bid.

But that had been okay with her, she didn't need a stupidly big wedding with a million people to watch and a huge dress and four hundred doves and peacocks and all sorts of stupid stuff. She didn't need to go to England to marry him. She'd have been fine with a small town courthouse wedding with one witness each and two cheap-ass wedding bands from the local Wal-Mart.

That's when it all started going sour.