A/N: Because you've all been so loving with the story, I couldn't help myself. But, don't expect them this fast in the future, but I'll try. And, don't worry, I've already started the next chapter.

Chapter 20

Quinn went running into Santana's house. She didn't even bother knocking. And, at that point, she didn't care that she might walk into something that she didn't want to see. She saw Beth sitting at the table working on some sort of homework or something. She looked up at Quinn and then just pointed towards the living room. Quinn nodded at her and walked a little more slowly into the living room where she found Santana and Brittney sitting on the couch talking softly to each other.

Santana saw her come breezing in. She must have seen the look in her face, because Santana's entire countenance changed. She tapped Brittney's hand and stood up from the couch. She started to walk towards Quinn.

"What's wrong?" Santana asked her.

"She's here."

"Who's here?" Brittney questioned from the couch.

"Maria!" Quinn stated.

Santana broke out into a grin. She knew that Quinn was nervous about meeting her current crush. Santana had done her best to figure out who the woman was, but she was just as stumped as Quinn was. They'd both scoured the newest crop of potentials that had come to their firm for representation, but nothing stood out. Neither of them could understand it. How could a New York Broadway Star make it through their investigation and still be hidden? It didn't make sense to Santana, but she kept looking anyway.

She knew that they had some New York based clients, but still none of them came to the forefront. She'd looked through them as well. If Maria was their client, she was good at hiding. Santana had to give her that. She also knew that it would help her with the LA paparazzi and if she was really that interested in Quinn, it would help Quinn stay out of the limelight. Santana could only hope that she was as wonderful as Quinn made her out to be.

"Okay, Q, okay, calm down," Santana told her.

Quinn just looked at her. She was freaking out. The one woman that actually piqued her interest for a long term relationship was actually in LA and had agreed to meet her. She had actually agreed to go out with Quinn after her audition as well, but this was going to be the first time that they would meet, that they would see each other, and actually talk to each other face to face. Her heart was racing and she couldn't think of a damn thing to wear.

"Alright, well, I see that isn't working. Come on. We'll go upstairs and find something for you to wear," Santana told her before she asked Britt, "You okay with Beth?"

"We'll be fine. Go help, Q. And, if you need to, go out with her tonight, babe. Just make sure that you are hot and maybe you'll get lucky when you get home," Brittney told her.

Santana walked over to the couch and kissed her wife. They shared a brief moment until they heard the clod-hopping Quinn running up the stairs and towards Santana's closet. She kissed Britt again and shook her head at her friend's antics as she went up the stairs after her.

She found Quinn standing in her spacious walk-in closet. Well, she was standing until San got there. As soon as San crossed the threshold into the closet, Quinn fell to the ground, sitting in the middle of the close with her legs crossed. The sight of her so flushed and out-of-sorts made Santana giggle.

"Who is this woman before me?" Santana teased her.

Quinn glared up at her before stating, "I came here because I need help."

"You need help? For a date? Who are you and what have you done with my BFF, business partner and former HBIC of McKinley High? You were a Cheerio for fuck's sake. Pull yourself together. Act like you got some sort of couth in there."

Quinn just stared at her. She didn't move. She waited. She knew that Santana was right. She needed to get her shit together before tonight. But, she was worried. What if she made a bad impression? What if Maria didn't like the real her?

"Stop thinking so loud. You're gonna give me a headache. She'll love you and I'll make sure she does. But, first, let's get some specifics as to what you have agreed to do tonight, shall we? I can't help you if I don't know what's going on," San explained.

"We're meeting at a bar."

"A bar?"

"A gay club, she brought her fashionista gay friend with her and he wants to go out," she said.

"O..kay, well, what club?"

"Akbar," Quinn stated.

"Okay, well, let's see what they are going to do tonight. Then we can plan an outfit. Jeeze, Quinn, you're acting like you don't know what the hell to do. Where is the woman that had men drooling over her in high school? Where is the woman who was my best woman at my wedding? I need you to calm down," Santana commanded.

"I'm trying. It is…it is…she's just so different from everyone else, San. I feel like she actually cares. She doesn't seem to want to be with me because of who I am. I've told her everything and she isn't scared of me, my fame, my money or my kid. She is almost too perfect."

"I know, Q. I know. And, we're going to make her see that you are perfect for her, too."

"She's scared of me, too, you know?"

"I've gathered that much. Now, sit there, while I go get the laptop. We need to check Akbar's site. And, don't touch my clothes. I'll be right back," San told as she walked across the hall to her home office to grab her Surface, realizing that it would easier to use.

She went back into the other room and saw Quinn still sitting in the closet, waiting. She smiled at her blond friend. She pulled up Akbar's website and began to comb over it, looking for the events of the evening. She found what she was looking for and gave Quinn a large smile.

"What is it?"

"They are having a drag show tonight. It seems that it is also just drag night. They are encouraging patrons to come dressed up in drag. It's perfect."

"How so?" Quinn asked her, wondering what Santana was thinking.

"Does she know what you look like?" San questioned her ignoring her question.

"I do have a profile picture uploaded on Hathor, so I would assume that she has seen it."

"Good. I know exactly what we are going to do. And, it's going to be perfect tonight."

"What?!" Quinn demanded to know.

Santana just laughed at her as she rummaged through her closet searching for a suit that she hadn't really worn since college, if she was telling the truth, but she knew where it was and she knew that it would fit. And, that was all that mattered at the moment. It would be perfect. And, since she had Britt's okay to go out with her. She would wear the same style.

"Damn it, Santana. What are you up to? Tell me," Quinn demanded.

"It's drag night."

"Okay, and?"

"We're going to go in zoot suits and get your girl," Santana told her pulling out the matching black and white suits.

"You're joking."

"Nope, but first, we need to figure out what to do with your hair."

"My hair?"

"Yeah…what picture do you have up?" Santana asked her handing her the tablet.

Quinn pulled up the site and logged into her profile. She was somewhat hoping that Maria had sent her some other form of correspondence, but she didn't get too upset when she didn't see any. Instead, she went to her profile page and pulled up the pictures she'd uploaded for Santana to see before handing her the table back.

Santana took the tablet and looked through the pictures. She smiled at each one. Quinn really had put herself out there. But, these were all pictures that one would expect to see on a profile. She knew that Quinn needed something that made Maria come to her like a moth to a flame. She logged into her Facebook page and pulled up a picture from high school.

"We need this Quinn back," Santana told her turning the tablet back around.

Quinn looked at the screen. She wasn't opposed to it, but she wasn't sure that she was ready for that drastic of a look. She glanced from the tablet up into the dancing eyes of Santana. She realized then that she didn't have a choice. Santana wasn't going to let her look bad. And, she was really helping her try to get the girl.

"Okay…"

"Let's go," Santana stated as she grabbed her and pulled out the house.

A few hours and two showers later, Quinn felt like she might actually be ready to do this. When Santana handed her the white with black pin strips zoot suit, she actually smiled at herself in the mirror. She got dressed in everything but jacket. She laughed at the contrast of the white suspenders against the black dress shirt she was wearing.

She looked up in the mirror and caught Santana's dark eyes. She smiled at Quinn. She had to admit that she looked good. With her shorter blonde hair, she looked almost rakish when she tried on the fedora.

"You rock that, chica," Santana told her.

"I don't know, San."

"Trust me, Q. If I wasn't with Britt-Britt, I'd be all over you right now. You look hot."

"Thanks."

"Now, let's get you finished."

"What?"

"Just sit down and let me work my magic," Santana commanded.

Quinn sat down on a chair in the bathroom as Santana rummaged through both her and Britt's make up. There were other things that were laid on the counter. Quinn knew that she should be scared, but she trusted San more than anyone else. She didn't believe that San would do anything that would make her look bad. No, Santana seemed hell-bent on making sure that she looked completely stud-ly and fuckable.

San grabbed a lighter and cork. She lit the end of the cork and rubbed it in some really light foundation. She did that a couple of time before rubbing the end of the cork on Quinn's face. She repeated the process a few times until she got the desired effect. Next she grabbed some eyeliner, because, well, Quinn was blond. She accentuated her eyes and lashes making sure that they would pop from across the room. When she was done, she spun Quinn around to look into the mirror.

If Quinn didn't know what Santana had done, she would think that she was staring at a younger brother in the mirror, a younger brother with chin length blond hair, a brother that her father wouldn't approve of either. She smiled. She approved of the look. The finishing touch was the "five o'clock" shadow that Santana had given her.

"I didn't think that you would actually go for facial hair," she said when she realized that Quinn liked the look that she gave her.

"Where did you learn to do this?"

"Let's just say that Britt-Britt like a Papi every now and then," San told her with a smirk.

Quinn gagged. She stared at her friend unsure of whether or not she should believe her. The look on San's face told her more than she wanted to know.

"Wow…please don't tell me more," Quinn stated.

"Wasn't going to. Now, come on. Finish getting ready. I gots to get my face on," San stated and kicked her out of the bathroom to finish dressing up in the ensemble she had been given.

About a half an hour later, Santana finally emerged. Quinn's mouth dropped. Her five o'clock shadow looked perfect. Her hair was hidden up under her fedora and the slight mustache and soul patch really made San look…handsome. Quinn thought for a moment if she was straight, that would be what she wanted. She filled out the cut suit wonderfully. The white contrasting with her skin made her even more delectable.

"Damn," Quinn finally managed to breathe out.

"Damn, yourself," Santana replied.

"Are you sure that we should do this?"

"She'll find you, trust me. You've got this. Now, I need for you to be a little more HBIC tonight. You need to own that suit. You need to own the mob look. You got this, Q."

She looked at herself in the mirror. The cut zoot suit fit her well. Thankfully she was the same size as San for that, but the black made her skin seem lighter. She was sure that was the look that San was going for. She was trying to make her stand out. She wanted Maria to zoom in on her as soon as she entered the club tonight. The more that she looked into the mirror, the more she thought that Maria wouldn't be the only one zoning in on her.

San ushered her down the stairs. When they made their way into the kitchen, Britt made an appreciative noise. Beth looked up from her dinner and smiled at them both.

"They aren't going to know what hit them, baby," Brittney told them as she kissed Santana.

"Careful, babe, I don't want to have to redo."

Brittney leaned into Santana's ear. She whispered something there and by the look that Santana gave her in reply, Quinn was sure that she didn't want to know what was said. She circumvented the counter and went to the table where Beth was sitting. She sat down beside her.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Beth asked her.

"Nothing, baby. I am going out with Tia tonight. So, I want you to be good for Tante, okay?"

"Yeah, Mom, have fun," Beth answered.

"Thanks, honey," Quinn replied.

"And, Mom," Beth started.

"Yeah, baby girl?" Quinn inquired.

"You've got this," Beth told her.

Quinn smiled at her daughter. She was her light and her reason for her survival. She was happy when Beth was happy. And, lately, Beth was trying to make her happy.

"You'll be fine, Mom. She'll love you. You've got this. You look good," Beth said.

Santana and Brittney could help but laugh at the youngster's words. Beth was giving her permission to date an unknown woman. But, it was more than that. They'd talked about Maria. Even Beth agreed that she made Quinn happy, so how could she be bad?

"Go get her, Tiger," Britt told them as she shooed them out the door. "And, San, be home at a reasonable time. I'll wait up for you. But, not for you, Quinn. In fact, don't worry about coming home. We've got Beth, and she doesn't have school until Monday…so…"

"I am not hearing this right now," Quinn stated as they got into Santana's Range Rover.

Santana was still laughing at her blush as they got on the highway to make their way into Hollywood. Quinn wanted to be angry with her, but she couldn't. She turned to look at her friend one more time before they parked a few blocks away due to the limited parking. She was glad that the shoes that San gave her would allow her to walk without too much pain.

"Remember, we're here for Maria. When you find her, give me a sign and I'll catch a cab home. You can have the Rover for the night. Now, let's go get your girl."

They walked in the club. Immediately girls and a few guys were on them. Santana laughed them all off, telling more than a few that she and Quinn were together. When Quinn questioned her on this, she pointed at her watch.

"She isn't due to be here until eleven, right?"

"Yeah," Quinn replied.

"It's barely ten. Let's get some food and a few drinks. It'll help you calm down."

Quinn just nodded. They made their way around the club and found a table. Flagging down a waitress, San ordered them both burgers with fries and a beer. Quinn tried to control here breathing. She knew that San said it would be more authentic if she was bound, but it was making it a little hard to breathe.

"In and out, Q," San told her.

"Easy for you to say, you've done this before."

"You'll get used to it."

After they ate, San checked her watch again. It was ten till eleven. She nudged Quinn and they headed for the bar. From there, they would be able to scope the crowd while being on display. Quinn had a perfect sightline to the door. She wondered at every woman that came in bar with a male friend with her. She knew that the club wasn't exclusive, but it was mostly the LGBT community that came out.

"See her?" San asked ordering a couple pineapple vodkas.

"I don't know. I really don't know what she looks like. I just know how she types."

"Well, this could prove to be interesting," San replied handing her one of the drinks.

The MC announced that they were opening the floor up for some karaoke. Quinn wondered if this was her chance. She hoped that Maria would grace them all with her voice. But, then again, she didn't even know if that would allow her to know who she was.

"First up, we have Kurt. Come on up here and show us what you've got, kid. Wow, what are you wearing?" Quinn heard the MC ask.

She turned around to see a very stylish man dressed to kill. It all looked original and she hoped that this was the same Kurt that Maria had referred to as being her fashionista friend. If he was there and he was the one singing, then that meant that she was there, too. Her eyes scanned the room looking for anyone that seemed overly happy that he was singing in his high baritone and falsetto. It wasn't that his voice wasn't amazing. It was. He just wasn't what she was looking for. His song was over quickly and Quinn was sorry that she couldn't remember what it was just in case Maria asked her if she heard it.

"Next up we have a Barbra Berry," the MC announced.

There was some movement near the stage and a small brunette ascended the stairs. Quinn watched her. She didn't know why she was drawn to her, but she was. There was just something about the petite woman that called out to her.

"Damn girl, you are looking fierce tonight. Hmm…you're making me question my decision to go home with Brock later. But, anyway, what you gonna sing for us?"

"I was thinking about doing something more California since this is my first time here."

Quinn perked up. Her eyes met the chocolate brown of the smaller woman on stage. They held and then she gave Quinn a smirk that made her heart flutter uncontrollably. San was watching her and the woman on stage. She nudged Quinn and Quinn just nodded. She was sure that it was Maria. She was hoping that it was Maria. She wanted her to be Maria so bad.

"Okay, Barbra, whatcha got?"

"Katy Perry."

The crowd went nuts. Quinn even whistled from her barstool. San let out a whoop as the band started to play the music for "I Kissed A Girl."

"This was never the way I planned, not my intention.
I got so brave, drink in hand, lost my discretion
It's not what I'm used to, just wanna try you on.
I'm curious for you, caught my attention…"

Quinn was hooked. She wanted to know this woman. She couldn't help herself as she stepped away from the bar and towards the stage. Her eyes never left those of the woman on stage and at one point, she was sure that Barbra, if that was her real name, was Maria.

By the time the song was over, Quinn was at the stage. She was staring and she didn't care. She needed to know who this wonder was on stage that commanded the whole club with her mighty voice. When the song ended, she clapped along with the rest of the club, but she did something that she would normally not do. She stepped to the steps and offered her hand for the small dynamo to take, which to her amazement, she did.