For as long as Santana could remember, if she had a dollar, she wanted to spend it. She didn't have much of a life plan. She just worked in a bar in front of a beautiful beach and that was happiness to her. She had lived her entire life in Miami, she had lived her life to the fullest. At least, that's what she thought until she saw those eyes.

How much can twenty-four months away from home change your life? Is it possible to lose everything you thought it was yours in that short amount of time? For Santana, that is definitely possible. It is happening. G!P Santana.

"You're mine, Quinn." Santana murmured, brushing the words across her jawbone as she arched her neck higher, inviting Santana to kiss her everywhere. "I know. You have me forever." What Quinn didn't know was that forever didn't exist for them. ONE-SHOT

It was only when the gavel fell, that Santana turned her gaze away from the auctioneer and back to Quinn— A club owner and a stripper. They shouldn't like each other. G!P Santana. ONE-SHOT

We remember the moments, not the days. ONE-SHOT

Sometimes love happens at the most random time in a person's life. ONE-SHOT

I think this woman is much more, or much less, than she seems. Who is she really, and who or what is she pretending to be? What sort of trouble will her secrets cause me? I really don't know, I just know that I'm willing to take the risk. ONE-SHOT / G!P Santana.