September 2014, New York City
A Gigantic Dance Club that will Remain Nameless

"Who's Sonny?" Quinn asked when she, Rachel and Kurt got to the bar.

"Just Santana's DJ Jedi Master," Rachel answered.

"Santana's a DJ?" Quinn questioned with clear shock.

"Yeah! She's really great! She makes these unbelievable mash-ups of these songs that you would never put together!" Kurt yelled over the mash-up that was currently blaring through the speakers.

"So she took one of Mr. Schuester's lessons and used it to her benefit?" Quinn shouted.

"Yeah, we were both shocked," Rachel added pointing her thumb between herself and Kurt. "What are you drinking?" Rachel said as she waved to a guy across the bar.

"Captain and Diet," Quinn answered catching Kurt's eyes and participating in a collective eye roll. 'Crazy how two years in a big city can change a person.' Quinn was actually starting to think she might really enjoy hanging out with the new Big City Rachel.

Rachel grabbed the attention of one of the bar tenders and called out, "Two Stoli Razz and Sprites, a Captain and Diet, and a Jack and Diet."

"Sonny?" the bar tender yelled. Rachel nodded and he proceeded to make the drinks.

"Who's the Jack for?" Quinn questioned and just as the last word left her mouth the music dropped out with the sound of a record scratch.

Quinn quirked her eyebrow as the crowd began to groan and turned her attention to the DJ just as he began speaking, "Alright, alright, alright, everybody! I'ma let you get back to grindin' up on your honies in a minute, but I gotta introduce my replacement for the next few tracks. I know y'all love her shit, so without further ado, my girl: DJ SLO-PEZ!"

"Wait! What?" Quinn asked turning back to look at Kurt and yelling over the cheers that had erupted from the dance floor. He merely responded by gesturing back towards the DJ booth. Turning back, Quinn spotted Santana taking the other DJ's place. She watched as Santana grabbed the mike and spoke, "I got some new shit for you tonight, so I better see all yo' asses on the floor." 'Bringing out the Lima Heights Adjacent I see,' Quinn thought as one of Santana's own mash-ups began.

"Oooo a new one!" Kurt clapped.

"Is this Jay-Z... and Aerosmith... and Adele?" Rachel hollered as she handed out the drinks, leaving the Jack and Diet on the bar.

"Yeah. Listen to the dance beat she layered in!" Kurt called out.

Quinn was really only faintly aware of the conversation that was happening behind her; she was really far too entranced by what was happening in the DJ booth. The second she was introduced, Santana transformed into "DJ Slo-Pez" (a name that will later be questioned). Her concentration was absolutely magnetic and Quinn could not peel her eyes away. Clearly, Santana had found her element and Quinn could no longer deny how attracted she found herself to her... again.

"Hey, Q!" she heard a voice right next to her call out.

"Huh?" Quinn said as she tore her eyes away from DJ Slo-Pez.

"You okay?" Kurt asked into her ear.

"Yeah! Why?" Quinn asked worried that she'd been caught.

"Because you are shamelessly staring at Santana with your lip between your teeth and bedroom eyes," Kurt said into her ear again and returned into sight with a 'you've been caught' look.

Just because she couldn't deny it to herself, didn't mean she couldn't deny it to everyone else, "I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Mhm, why don't you bring this up to her?" Kurt suggested handing her the Jack and Diet that was probably getting watered down at this point.

"Where's Rachel?" she said taking the drink. Kurt pointed to a couple about ten feet away making out up against a wall, "Oh my god! She literally just met him!"

"No, they've slept together a few times. She keeps saying that he's dumber than a rock but she keeps sleeping with him because he's hot and the sex is great." Quinn let her jaw drop at what she'd just heard but Kurt went unfazed and continued, "Anyways, it's a clear shot to the booth if you walk along the wall. Just tell the bouncer that you're Santana's friend and he'll let you right in the booth. Use her real name, not her DJ name!" Kurt mini-monolgued at a yell into Quinn's ear.

"Ummm... okay!" Quinn responded a little unsure of what Kurt said in the last part. She was getting tired of yelling and really wanted to get to that booth.

"Don't worry about me," Kurt said as he waved to a cute guy that was dancing a few feet away from them, "I'll be fine!"

Quinn nodded and started on her journey to the booth. Kurt was right about sticking to the wall, well at least as close to the wall as she could get. There was a clear path made between the couples making out along the wall and the people dancing. She got to the bouncer at the bottom of the stairs and was hit with nerves. 'I have no idea what Kurt told me to do. Did he say use her real name or her DJ name? It must be her DJ name. Yeah.' Looking up at the man who must have been about 6'5" and weighed about 250 pounds of pure muscle, Quinn worked up the courage to yell, "Can I see DJ Slo-Pez? I have this for her."

The bouncer gave Quinn a look of doubt and said, "I'm sorry, miss, but I can't just let every hot girl who comes up to me asking to see DJ Slo-Pez up."

Instantly frustrated, Quinn yelled, "But I actually know her!" She realized that Kurt must have told her to use her real name, so she decided to drop it, "Her real name is Santana. We went to high school together and now we both go to NYU!"

"Are you Quinn?" the bouncer shouted.

"Yeah..." Quinn said, a little freaked out, "How did you...?"

"S and I are mad tight! We've had like, ten classes together! She told me all about you! Go on up!" he yelled as he moved out of her way.

Without question Quinn headed up the stairs to the door. 'She's been talking about me?' Quinn thought as she pushed the door open. As she stepped beyond the threshold of the booth, Santana was tearing the button down shirt that she had arrived in off revealing her white tank top and the black bra she was wearing underneath. The blonde felt the air leave her body as she watched this happen in front of her. As she was shedding the second sleeve, Santana turned around, meeting Quinn's lusty stare.

"Is that for me?" the Latina questioned as she approached Quinn.

Shaking herself out of her daze and worried that Santana was questioning the 'I want you' facial expression that Quinn was positive she was sporting, all she could muster was, "Ummm...?"

"The drink," Santana said pointing to the plastic cup in Quinn's hand.

"Oh, yeah." Quinn said with relief and extended the drink, "Here you go."

"Thanks," Santana said taking the cup. She took a sip from the stirring straw and let her eyes linger on Quinn for what Quinn thought to be way longer than a normal friend would let her eyes linger. Putting the drink down, Santana asked, "Wanna help me start the next track?"

"Ummm...?"

"It's easy! Besides, I'll be right here," Santana said with an encouraging smile.

"Okay," Quinn said following Santana to the table with two lap tops and a ton of other equipment that she hadn't the slightest clue as to what it was used for.

"Okay, so all you're going to do is slide these controls down and these controls up at the exact same speed and time. I'll do the rest. Easy enough?" Santana yelled.

Quinn nodded and looked back down to the controls in front of her. She placed her fingers on the sliders that she thought she remembered Santana pointing to, then she felt a rush of warm air behind her and arms around her. With her hands on Quinn's wrists, Santana lifted all four of their hands and while placing them on the correct controls, said directly into Quinn's ear, "These ones. Left are up and right are down."

Santana's touch left goosebumps in its wake and her voice in Quinn's ear sent a shiver down her spine. Quinn found herself in another daze and woke up just in time to hear Santana yell, "Now!" She did exactly as she was told and one intriguing mash-up faded into another. "Perfect!" Santana yelled over to her from one of the MacBooks.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to let your fan girls up here?" Quinn heard a not-so-angry voice yelling from behind her. She turned around and was met with the DJ that had introduced Santana.

"Sonny, this is Quinn! We go way back! To high school!" Santana shouted to her mentor.

"Another Lima Lady? It's a pleasure Quinn!" Sonny said as he extended a hand to Quinn.

Taking his hand, Quinn said, "It's nice to meet you!"

"Feeling better?" Santana asked Sonny.

"Oh yeah! Half a pack of cigarettes and three shots of José later, I'm perfect! I can take it from here," Sonny answered.

"Great. Maybe I'll be able to sneak out this time," Santana sighed. "Let's gather up Kurt and Rach and whoever their macking on and go to my bar," she suggested into Quinn's ear. Quinn simply nodded in response and felt Santana take her hand and begin to lead her out of the booth. "See you in two weeks?" she called out to Sonny.

"You better be here!" Sonny yelled and pointed at "Slo-Pez."

Santana simply laughed and led Quinn out the door and down the stairs. "See you in class on Monday, B?" she called out to the bouncer that had freaked Quinn out.

"Of course! Nice to meet you Quinn!" the man Santana called "B" yelled out.

The girls turned the corner around the base of the DJ booth and spotted Kurt dancing with the guy he had waved to earlier. When they got to him Santana said something into his ear, then Kurt turned and said something into the guy's ear and before Quinn knew it, all four of them were seeking out Rachel. Turns out Rachel hadn't moved very far from where she was when Quinn last saw her. She and her "friend" had moved to a bar stool, clearly finding that standing was too much extra to concentrate on. Quinn could feel the eye roll that Santana was giving them and the Latina did not hesitate to approach the couple to tell them that they were clearing out. Without argue, the make-out pals were off the stool and following everyone else out of the club.

The six of them walked together to the nearest subway station and boarded the first train that would take them lower into the Village to the bar that Santana's aunt owned. The bar that Quinn would find herself highly inebriated at by two in the morning.

'Hey, when an old, gay bar tender keeps handing you on-the-house drinks, it's pretty hard to turn them down.'

Truer words have never been thought.

A/N: I promise this ending isn't as abrupt as it seems. You'll see in a few days. Well, there I go giving stuff away. How rude. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this! Happy Labor Day! Unless of course you aren't in the US and today isn't Labor Day, then Happy Monday? Okay, enough of me being an idiot, as per usual I'd love to hear from you!