Santana POV

The crowds gathering around the stadium were insane. Thankfully, Quinn having to work meant that we could go in a press door in order for her to sign in. I had not been looking forward to getting trampled by yuppy teens. While Q seemed to have some backstage privileges, it seemed we still had to sit in the audience with what appeared to be the rest of the country. I was holding onto my grudge as the lights came on and the show began.

Dani came out after a short instrumental intro, strutting onto the stage as if she owned it. To say the crowd went wild would be a definite understatement. The high pitched squeals were a good sign of her rising popularity and I was pretty sure amongst the flowers I saw a bra or two flung on stage at the singer.

"Getting some good shots there Q?" I had always been supportive of Quinn's desire to be a photographer. She had the natural talent for it and it seemed to make her happy.

"Yeah, she's amazingly photogenic," Quinn told me, barely looking away from the camera. I heard the shutter go off multiple times as Dani held her final note, raising her left arm into the air in the process, encouraging the audience along. I rolled my eyes. She showed me the preview of a few of her frames; she did make Dani, dressed in her usual rocker outfit, look rather great.

"You have quite the girl crush on her, don't you?"

"No, S. We both know, apart from that one night, I'm on the straight and narrow. It doesn't mean I can't appreciate her natural beauty. I am a professional after all," she winked at me.

As the show came to a close I realized I could finally go home. All I had to do was wait for Q to sign out or something and we could be on our way. I wonder if I could find any music execs in the meantime...

Dani POV

Coming off the stage and wandering the hallways backstage I turned the corner a little too sharply and felt my breath leave me as my body collided with another. We both ended up in a heap on the floor. Startled, I did my best to help the blonde girl back to her feet. She lightly patted at her clothes, straightening herself up before looking at me and seemingly recognizing me instantly.

"Well that's quite a way to meet someone," she said, chuckling lightly.

"Would you believe it's not the first time that's happened today?" I said embarrassed.

"It's fine really." The blonde told me. I wish that had been the reaction earlier today too. I wanted to make friends in this city, not enemies.

"So...you're a photographer?" I asked, pointing at her impressive camera.

"Yeah I work for a magazine. They were kind enough to get me tickets tonight actually, in return for me getting some excellent shots of the lady of the hour of course."

"Well if there's anything I can do to help, I mean I did just knock the wind out of you."

"Maybe a few up close shots?" The blonde asked politely.

I was happy to oblige. I let her position me and call the shots. I was impressed at her ability; it only took her a few snaps before she was confident she'd gotten some good material.

"Thanks so much Miss Harper...Dani...uh," the blonde fumbled. She was cute. Not my type, but cute all the same.

"Dani is fine. And you are..." I asked of her as I extended my hand to shake hers.

"QUINN!" I heard through gritted teeth. I looked down the hallway to locate the harsh voice that spoke only for my gaze to land on the fiery Latina from earlier today. Her eyes narrowed as they met mine. This girl was something else.

"It's Quinn," the blonde smiled faintly at me, "and that is my friend Santana."

"She's not short on attitude." Oops hadn't meant to say that out loud.

"No, she certainly is not." Quinn agreed, not minding my comment. "She's not as bad as she appears though, she uh, she kind of told me about your run in this morning."

My eyes widened. Was my fumble really that bad?

"Right, about that..." I said reaching for a couple fifty's. "I'd really like to pay for the shirt that I ruined. And if I could get your card in return then perhaps I could call you whenever I need a photographer?" I wasn't flirting I swear, I actually did need someone I could trust with my image. Choosing someone respectful, but also young, like Quinn seemed like a good idea.

Against Quinn's protests I managed to slip her the money and indeed get her business card. As long as I managed to avoid the wrath of her friend Santana this new working relationship, and possibly friendship, might be good for me.

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