October 20th, 2023
Oooh. Oooh. Oooh. Touch me all you want. Rub me all you can. I like to feel you deep inside my mind. Oooh ooh Ooh. You're heaven sent. All that I've ever wanted. You're my Chocolate lover.
Santana stepped out of the booth looking a Mercedes. She shrugged. This was the worse part of recording. The rerecording the same song twelve times to make sure they got the best take.
"Was that better?" Santana asked, "I cant sing anymore so it better be good."
"it was terrific." Their producer said handing her a vitamin water, "Go. Give your voices the rest of the day off. Tomorrow we'll wrap up the song."
"Thank god." Mercedes linked her arm with Santana's. "Do you want to come over and have dinner with us? Lamar is having a home game so he's here and is planning a nice dinner." Santana shook her head.
"No. I think I'll call it a night. You know, rest my voice." She said.
"it's your loss. Lamar makes good steak too." Mercedes said. Santana didn't mind nights in honestly. Their lives were so hectic. From recording, to concerts, to press junkets.
"Just take me home." She told her driver as she got into the car. Santana leaned back and close her eyes. Maybe she'd take a hot bubble bath when she got home, eat some chocolate, and watch the news to see if they had any stories on her or Mercedes. It was only a twenty minute ride to her penthouse from the studio. "Thanks. Pick me up like around eleven tomorrow."
Santana climbed the stairs to her home, wishing someone was coming up behind the stairs with her. She stepped into the penthouse with a sigh. She loved her place, but something was missing from it. She never could figure out what it really was. Santana went into the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine.
"Lucky, where are you?" Santana clicked her tongue looking for her kitten. She grabbed a glass and walked into the living room. "There you are, Buddy." The brown kitten stretched out on the couch and looked at Santana. She turned the television on as she began to drink her way through the bottle of white wine. Lucky curled up against her leg and fell back asleep.
"Next up on LA Tonight, is the end of Lamar and Mercedes Brown? You'll hear it first on LA Tonight."
"Oh Hells no. They're tight." Santana rolled her eyes as she switched the channel.
"Is Santana Lopez really starting her own clothing line?" Kelly Rappaport asked, "I would totally buy her stuff. Her style is amazing." Santana smiled.
"Lucky, I'm not starting a clothing line, but that's something to think about." She said chugging the glass of wine. She poured herself some more with a sigh.
So this was what my life as come to, Santana thought. One of the biggest recording artists in the world and I'm alone. I've been home for twenty minutes and this wine bottle is almost done. My cat is my closest companion. My life is horrible.
She sometimes got in these funks. Maybe she should talk with someone about these mood swings she got all too often, but not tonight. Santana decided she was going to get dressed up and hit the club. Screw the paparazzi.
Short skirt, tight tank top, high heels, and not having to wait in line to get to Club Shimmer were something that cheered Santana when she got in these funks. The music was loud and bodies were gyrating in an alcoholic swarm.
"Long Island Ice tea please." Santana said as she waved the bartender down. She handed him a twenty.
"Your money is no good here, Lopez and you know that." He said sliding the drink towards her. Santana smiled as she slowly sipped her drink. She began to sway her hips to the music. She pushed her way through the crowd dancing with random strangers. Maybe a long island iced tea wasn't so good to mix with an entire bottle of wine.
"Care to dance?" Santana turned around to see a very handsome blonde standing behind her.
"I like your eyes." Santana slurred.
"And I like yours. The name is Max." He said.
"I suppose you know who I am." She said. Max shook his head.
"Am I supposed to?" He asked. Santana giggled as she finished her drink. She put the glass down and wrapped her arms around Max's neck.
"It's Santana. Let's dance." She whispered as she began to grind her hips against Max. He groaned as he put his hand on the small of her back. "You smell nice."
"Thanks." Max said catching Santana as she stumbled slightly. "Do you mind if I kiss you?"
"Not at all. It's been a long time since anyone has done that to me." She whispered. Max slid his hand behind her head and pulled her into a kiss. Santana sighed. She had missed the taste of a man's lips upon her. "God you're a good tisser."
"Tisser?" Max smiled.
"Kisser." Santana giggled. Max pulled away slightly.
"What do you say we get out of this dive? It's pretty boring." He asked. Santana nodded running her fingers through her hair. Should she go? She has been drinking so maybe she shouldn't go. But his eyes were beautiful. Very very beautiful.
"And go where?" She asked.
"My place. It's just around the block. I have coffee if you want it." He said with a smile.
"Okay. Let's Go." she slurred.
Santana looked around his apartment. It was pretty cute for a low rent apartment. Max came out of the kitchen with a couple of beers. She shook her head.
"No. I couldn't drink anymore. The room is already all wavy." She said. Max put the beers down and walked over to Santana. He tucked her hair behind her ear. "What are you doing?"
"I want you, Santana." he said running his hand down her chest, lingering slightly on her breasts. Santana shivered.
"I know but…We've been drinking." She whispered.
"That makes it better." Max whispered in her ear sliding his hand to her belt buckle. Santana took in a deep breath.
"I…I don't think its…a good idea." She whispered. She couldn't believe she was saying this. Turning down sex?
"it's a really good idea." max said unbuttoning her skirt. Santana put her hands on his chest and pushed him away, "What the fuck?"
"I said this wasn't a good idea. We've been drinking too much and this isn't a good idea." She said, "Maybe I should go."
"No. You're staying." Max said.
"This was a bad idea." Santana said walking towards the door. Max grabbed her arm hard, "Ow. What the fuck? Get off me!" Max pushed Santana against the wall.
"You can't lead me on, Santana. I need you." He said.
"You're hurting me. Please let go of me!" Santana groaned trying to get out of Max's grip.
"Oh you know you like it, Santana baby." Max leaned in for another kiss but Santana kicked him hard in his family jewels. His grip loosened up and Santana got free.
"Te dije que te baje de mí! Vete a la mierda!" She screamed. Max stood up and he couldn't control himself. He balled up his fist and hit Santana right in the face. She stumbled back catching herself on the coat rack. She held her cheek not really understanding what had just happened. She grabbed her pocketbook, "You're an asshole." She bolted out the door in tears.
Santana walked down the sidewalk, sobbing. The paparazzi would love this sight if they knew where she was. She had lost her heels long ago on the walk. Her mascara ran down her face as she cried about the events of the evening. She should have just stayed home and had the bubble bath. She walked towards Mercedes' house. She needed her best friend. She buzzed the intercom.
"It's m-me. I n-n-need to c-come in." She sobbed. No one asked who it was or what had happened. They buzzed her in. Santana stumbled up their driveway as Lamar opened up the front door.
"Jesus Christ, what happened?" Lamar grabbed Santana as she sobbed into his chest, "Cedes!"
"What's going on?" Mercedes walked down the stairs, "Your face! What happened to your face?" They led Santana into the living room, "Go get her an icepack, Babe. Tell me what happened." Santana took in a deep breath trying to calm herself down.
"I was stupid. So very stupid. I drank a lot and…and I decided to go out by myself. I just…I wanted to have some fun and I met this guy, Max. He was really c-cute." Santana sniffled, "I went back to his place and….He wanted to have sex, but I didn't want. I.. I really didn't want to, Cedes."
"Did he force himself on you?" Mercedes asked. She would murder anyone who touched Santana.
"No. I kicked him in the nuts. I don't think he'll ever be able to have children." Santana sniffled. Mercedes smiled.
"That's my girl." She said kissing Santana's forehead. Lamar walked in with an icepack for her eye, "Do you want me to call the police so you can press charges?" Santana shook her head.
"No. Can you imagine what the press would do with this if they caught wind of it?" She asked.
"Stay here. " Lamar said, "I don't want you alone tonight." Santana smiled thankfully at Mercedes' husband.
"Thank you. I couldn't be by myself tonight." Santana said as Mercedes gave her a hug. She was so completely thankful to have friends like the Browns. Santana was completely shaken up after this whole incident, but she knew a full nights sleep to get rid of the wooziness would do her some good. This had been the worse night ever.