Hello Santana ….was she serious? Santana raised a brow and looked at the woman in front of her and then to Divina who was barley containing her laughter at the who of them. "Berry you just keep surprising me, and I don't understand why I haven't just gotten it in my head that you clearly aren't the person that I used to know."

"That isn't completely true, but there are some truths to your words." Rachel grinned as she looked at her drink. "You like your drink?"

"Yes it's delicious."

"It suits you." she smirked and waved at someone from the bar to bring another round. "I'm glad that you came." she said directing that at Divina who was making eyes at a much younger man on the dance floor.

"When Rachel Berry tells you about a club and offers to leave your name at the door… You show up." Davina laughed at Santana who was choking on her drink.

"this was a setup?" she demanded, looking back and forth between the two of them. "That's just dirty." she scowled.

"You need to get out more, Rachel provided an opportunity." Divina said dismissively. "I'm going to see if that man wants to dance with me." with that they watched the woman slip off her stool and stalk her prey on the dance floor.

"Hey Remi… do you think I could get in a dance tonight?" a male voice said from over Santana's shoulder, which she found irritating. Remi?

"Sure, maybe a little later Nick." Rachel agreed with a small cocky grin. She watched him leave and then turned back to Santana who was scowling at her. "What?"

"You are so confusing."

"I get that alot." she shrugged.

"So for real what is the deal with you anyway Rachel and why is that guy calling you Remi?"

"My daddy's family name is Remington. When I registered for my second round of college i used his name. By that time I was already a broadway sensation and I didnt want to deal with the attention that would get me. So … Remi is the nickname." she shrugged and sipped her drink.

"Ok so when were here you want me to call you Remi?" Santana asked.

"To be honest you have so many nicknames for me i never thought it would be an issue." Rachel laughed. "It's up to you just not Rachel and not Berry."

"So hobbit and tiny are ok?"

"They happen to be my favourite." Rachel admitted with a grin.

The waiter came by his name tag said 'Hubbell' he was tall thin blonde and oblivious. "OK we have a Hobbit for the singer and a Snixx for her lady friend." Santana just threw her head back and laughed, Rachel right along with her.

"You named drinks after us!" Santana said when she was able to breathe again. "So this has to be your club...it just speaks to you in so many ways. It's all contradictions and bubbly nonsense."

"I'm glad that your approve." Rachel shot her drink back and encouraged Santana to do the same. "Come on let's dance."

Santana woke up the next morning not knowing where she was. It wasn't a familiar room or bed for that matter. Fuck! In a panic she ripped off the bed covers to reveal her still fully dressed. Better, i think this means i didn't have a random hook up. She found her shoes and purse at the foot of the bed, her head wasn't pounding as it would normally be. So seemed she wasn't completely hung over, another plus. Taking a deep breath she opened the bedroom door and was relieved when she smelled Divina's perfume in the air. The hallway came into view and she knew where she was. She had never stayed the night before, but she had been over for dinner . She made her way to the kitchen where she heard italian music playing, the closer she got she realized that she knew the recorded voice.

"Is that Berry?" she asked coming around the corner to see Divina making breakfast.

"Yes I have all her Italian pieces." Divina said with a shrug. "Let me guess you didn't know that she is even bigger in West End then here. She is the most perfect Eponine that has graced the stage."

"But she is singing in Italian," Santana said with a frown.

Divina nodded. "She's been a West End sensation since she was very young. I believe she started out as a very young Little Cosette, I think she was six. So yeah she is singing in Italian, I have the French version as well"

Six? Who the hell is on stage at age six. Santana fumed as she pushed her breakfast around her plate. "So how did I end up here last night?"

"My place was closer, and after Rachel left you got super drunk and started crying. She had warned me that when you started down that road that you needed to be cut off and to go to bed. So here you are."

Santana rolled her eyes, good lord she was crying? "Listen when i'm drunk I say stupid things so I'm sorry for whatever i did or said." she said with a blush on her cheek.

"I was too drunk to pay too much attention." Divina laughed it off. "But it was nice to see a different side of you."

"I just bet it was."

It was several weeks before she saw Rachel Berry/Remi again. Funny how she had finally stopped thinking about her; that she saw her. She was walking to the subway when she looked up and there she was. Standing outside a side entrance of some theater, she was talking to a man that was stood near her, the diva looked up at her and gave her one of her priceless Rachel Berry megawatt smiles when she recognized her. Not a tattoo on display, not a hair out of place. Completely composed and perfect as she remembered her at her father's house almost a year ago.

Without a thought she crossed the street, using caution. "Hello again Santana."

"Hey Tiny." she looked around. "I didn't look over a new contract …...so…." she looked at the building, then back at the Diva before her.

"Well I am not currently headlining the show, I'm producing this one." Rachel nodded as two people passed nodding their greeting to her as the man she had been talking to opened the door and let them in.

"Producing, hmmm i like it. It would suit you very well." Santana agreed as she pictured it. "It is anything that I have heard of?"

"No I don't think you would." Rachel said with a smile and a head tilt. "What are you doing for dinner tonight?" she said glancing at her thin watch on her wrist.

"Nothing at the moment." Santana admitted. "You?"

"Same."

"Ok then." Santana said fishing out her phone from her purse. "How about I cook you dinner, You can come back to my place and we can catch up."

Rachel seemed to think that over as she bit her lip. "Ok text me your address and I'll stop by in a few hours say 6?" when Santana nodded Rachel took Santana's phone and entered her phone number in the contacts. "It's under Tiny Hobbit." she grinned and gave the girl a hug. "Ok I have to go in, we're doing a read through today."

Santana found herself pacing back and forth from the kitchen to the front door. Dinner was simmering on the stove, she had redressed in a casual pair of jeans and a form fitting t-shirt going for the casual but delicious look. She had about 20 minutes before Rachel would arrive, she had cleaned her already clean apartment twice, went by making sure all the pictures on the walls were just right. She checked herself out in the mirror too many times to divulge to even herself.

When the doorbell did ring she jumped and laughed at herself. Why are you so nervous? She opened the door and was surprised to see Remi and not Rachel.

"Hey Hobbit."

"Santana." Rachel's lips twisted in a cocky grin as she came into the apartment. "I like your place."

"Thanks." Santana shut the door and leaned against it. "Didn't think that you would have had time to change."

"That's a loaded sentence." she called from the living room window. "Something smells good."

"I just whipped up enchiladas with pumpkin salsa, i figured you might still be vegan and best to play it safe."

"You remembered?" Rachel seemed shocked.

"Of course i did." Santana rolled her eyes.

"I'm a vegitarian these days. I work too much to be pure vegan, I need more protein and well vegan food is still hard to find when on the move in some places." she looked out the window again. "But I really do appreciate that you remembered."

"I do pay attention to details, it's what makes me a good lawyer."

"I bet it does, but that was over 8 years ago."

"Some things you remember." she said nonchalantly "Rachel Berry being a vegan apparently isn't something that falls out of your head."

"Apparently." she agreed softly.

Well this is fucking awkward. Santana fiddled with the silverware that she had sat on the counter. Who would have thought that Rachel Berry couldn't fill silence. But watching her Rachel didn't seem awkward, Santana was. Rachel just seemed to be soaking in the quiet and seemed a peace with it. So Santana pulled out some glasses and poured some of the wine that she had left out to breathe into two long stem glasses and led the way to the balcony. She was relieved when Rachel followed her out and leaned against the stone railing.

"It's peaceful here." the diva announced and Santana hummed her agreement. "You seem better then when I saw you in Lima. "

"I am ." Santana admitted. "I had hit rock bottom and was in Lima licking my wounds." she shrugged. "New York was a fresh start. I got very lucky."

"New York saves a lot of people for a lot of different reasons."

"And you... did it save you?"

"I'll let you know." Rachel said with a tilt of her head and a small salute via a toast.

Author Note and Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I don't own the music i use. And for this story to work you have to give me a little inventive rights. Rachel will be "P!nk" as in "P!nk" doesn't exist because all the songs she wrote in the real world...are actually songs written by and performed by Rachel ( Rachel doesn't actually have a performer presence yet ...she is testing out the waters at the club ….but the theory is that she will be…. So bear with me...give me a little room for making the world in the story a little weird and skewed more of the story will be revealed and the mysteries of Rachel will unravel as it goes along...if it goes along. Lol -thx Taylor