Santana checked her lipgloss lazily in her rear-view mirror as she stopped infront of the café's doors. Could this meeting be any more ill-timed? A slight sigh escaped her lips as she remembered the cute, new, upcoming pop artist which had entered her office earlier that morning… Santana growled naughtily as she did a final check-up.

"No wonder she wanted to get all up on this" Santana stated to herself before she slide out of the parked car, "Sexy and I know it" ringing through her head. Cheesy right? But she was… and she knew it. A slight smirk graced her face as she made her way to her usual booth, wondering what hack Claire had decided to saddle her up with. Santana wondered if it's because of her flirtatious advances. Claire was engaged after all… Hmmmm the sad life of the straight. With a new found swagger she turned the corner to her booth, only to be greeted by the sight of amazing legs wrapped in a tight pencil skirt. Santana raised an eyebrow as she realized that this meeting might not be half as bad as she had initially thought. A familiar smell teased her senses as the smirk on Santana's lips grew wider… the newbie had already bought her coffee; Claire had taught her well.

Santana let her eyes wonder further. The girl was petite, blonde and extremely well built. Even under the tailored business suit, Santana could make out the blonde's gorgeous build. Slender fingers drew small patterns on the red table cloth, as though lost in thought. Santana drew closer and was immediately taken aback by the amazing smell which seemed to float around the girl.

"Hi… You must be Claire's protégé" Santana huskily whispered, startling the girl slightly. The moment dragged into what seemed like a lifetime as the blonde turned….

The air left Santana's chest as her body grew cold…. Why was everything spinning?... Going dark? Burning?... She laboured to take a breath as her words failed her. Deep hazel eyes looked at her curiously before a curt smile appeared perfect lips of the blondes.

"Santana" Quinn greeted formally before standing to shake Santana's hand.

Santana couldn't help but see the vast pool of emotion which was depicted in Quinn's eyes, but true to her nature, Quinn held her head high and acted… Professional?

Fight or Flight? FUCK THAT SHIT! Santana thoughts cried out as she felt her body moving back involuntarily.

"You'll have to be more talkative during this session Santana… I need to give Claire proper feedback" Quinn stated lowly before placing her hand on her hip once more. This was Quinn's career… Her last chance to prove that she was an able partner… Santana was not going to mess it up for her.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Santana growled as she felt a chair collide into her back. She held onto it for dear life as her world seemed to be caving.

All these years? She was finally over Quinn… and now this? Her? Are you FUCKEN kidding me? Santana could feel the blood pulse in her brain as her thoughts tried to reassemble.

"Taking over for Claire." Quinn stated plainly as though she was oblivious to Santana's mental shut-down.

"Taking over?" Her delirious free-fall had just ended in a bone-crashing apocalypse. "But… But… I refuse!" Santana growled as her back-up spark finally ignited. OH HELL NO!