Santana Lopez groaned drunkenly as she tried to pull on her pants. Across the room a nameless woman was laying in bed watching her with furious eyes.
"You're seriously just going to leave?" The woman asked sitting up in bed and holding a pillow over her naked body.
"Just give it up," Santana grumbled pulling up her pants finally and giving an inner cheer. She was ridiculously drunk at this point. "I had fun, you had fun, now I leave."
"I should have known better," the brunette fumed angrily crossing her arms. "Half the people in that club warned me that you just use girls like play things."
"Half the people in that club are stupid," Santana said rolling her eyes as she pulled on her shirt. "I didn't use you any more than you used me. Christ it's not like I said lets go back to your place and get married."
"No you just made me feel like this was something more," the woman grumbled closing her eyes and falling back on the bed.
"Tough break kid," Santana mumbled walking out of the room and closing the door behind her. She didn't even flinch at the sound of something very heavy crashing against it.
Down on the dark street she fumbled for a moment before lighting up a cigarette and drawing smoke deep into her lungs. She always hated the nights when she screwed with the clingy chicks. It always pissed her off. She was always up front with what they meant to her, the girls she slept with. And most of them understood. But every now and then she got one who was thought she was bluffing about it.
But she wasn't. She didn't feel anything anymore for anyone and that was how she liked it. She couldn't even if she tried anyways. Not after her.
The traffic was dead that night but after about fifteen minutes of walking she finally spotted a taxi and whistled it over to her.
On top of it was an add for Wicked and she sucked in a deep pained breath at Rachel Berry's smiling face, covered in the iconic green paint.
She didn't need anyone. Not anymore.
