"I can't believe you finally came back. Where did you go, why did you leave me?"

Santana heard as she woke from her sleep. The voice was familiar but Santana didn't recognize it right away. She stirred in her bed and tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes. "What time is it?" she asked. The room was still dark so it was hard for her eyes to focus.

"It's just after midnight, bae."

Bae. She felt a sudden jolt rush through her body. Dani. Dani came back. She immediately sat up in her bed. She reached over to her night stand and turned on her bedside lamp. That was when she saw her in the corner of the room, sitting in her armchair. She couldn't believe her eyes. It had been months since they had any contact. What was she doing here? She was calling her bae… did that mean she wanted to reconcile?

"Dani, what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? I live here, silly" Dani stood up and moved slowly toward Santana. "I've missed you so much. I tried to call you but when I did it said your number had been disconnected."

"Yeah, I… uh, I changed my number."

Dani frowned. "Bae… why would you do something like that? How am I supposed to get in touch with you if I need you?" She slid onto the edge of the bed and pressed her body close to Santana's. She ran her fingers over Santana's face and pushed the piece of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. "Promise you'll never leave me again." She placed a kiss on Santana's cheek. She took Santana's face in her hands and looked into her dark brown eyes. "I'm sorry for everything. Please believe me. I love you." She pressed her lips firmly against Santana's.

Santana felt her breath catch in the back of her throat. She moved her hands to Dani's waist without breaking from their kiss. She didn't fully understand why Dani had come back but she didn't really care. This is exactly what she wanted. She wanted Dani back in her arms telling her she loved her. Pulling away from the kiss Santana murmured, "I love you too."

She saw a smile spread across Dani's face. "I don't ever want to lose you again. Never leave me, Santana. I can't live without you."

"I won't." She closed her eyes pulled Dani closer to her and in for another kiss.

This kiss was wetter than before. It was like Dani had forgotten how to kiss. Her tongue was all over the place. It was moving all over the outside of Santana's mouth, licking her lips like an animal lopping up water. Suddenly it moved to her cheek. "Ew, what are you doing? Why are you kissing me like that? Stop!" Santana opened her eyes.

It wasn't Dani she was kissing. It was Stella, her dog. "It was only a dream. Dani didn't come back. She wasn't here last night. It was just a dream," she thought. What a let down.

She heard some chuckling and a light apologetic tone coming from the doorway.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." Quinn said sincerely.

Santana sat up and reached for Stella. She placed the dog in her lap, rubbing her belly. She smiled at Quinn,"it's ok, I'm glad to see my Stella monster." Whenever she talked to her dog she used this ridiculous voice. It sounded like she was talking in baby language but more like baby animal or baby monster rather than actual baby voice. All of her friends teased her about it but she didn't care. She looked up at Quinn,"I'm happy to see you too, Q."

"Welcome home, Santana." Quinn entered the room and sat at the foot of the bed. "It's good to have you back."

"I wish I could say it's good to be back but I'm afraid the jury is still out for deliberation on that one."

"I bet," Quinn agreed, sympathetically. "Are you hungry? I stocked your fridge for you yesterday morning. I didn't want you to come home to an empty kitchen.

Santana smiled. "You didn't have to do that. Thank you."

"You're my girl. I'd do anything for you. And I know you'd do the same for me. You have actually."

When they were in high school, Quinn got pregnant. She was dating Puck and they weren't being as careful as they should've been and they had to pay the consequences for their mistake. Quinn didn't believe in abortion so that was never even an option for her to consider. She went back and forth with whether or not she would keep the baby or put it up for adoption. Ultimately Quinn decided to give the baby up for adoption but that meant nine months of carrying the baby, dealing with nine months of gossip and staring, nine months of pregnancy hormones, nine months of being a complete and total outcast. Santana stuck by Quinn. Never faltering once. Well, that wasn't entirely true. They battled each other over the head cheerleader spot the following year but other than that their friendship never suffered. Santana preferred to think of that time as some friendly competition to get Quinn back to true form and Quinn obliged. But ever since Santana sticking by Quinn sophomore year their bond had become something that would never be broken. No matter what.

"Oh, no. Not this again. Don't get all sappy on me Fabray." Santana huffed.

"I'm just saying you are a great friend. So you deserve a great friend in return."

Santana rolled her eyes playfully. "If you are gonna bring up how I didn't ditch your skanky ass after Puckerman knocked you up you should just stop now before I vomit."

Quinn rolled her eyes and put her hands up in defeat. "Okay, okay, I'm finished."

"Thank you." Santana thought for a moment. "Hey, thanks for taking care of Stella for me. I owe you for that."

Quinn smiled "that's what friends are for."

"Good grief will you stop!?" Santana tossed a throw pillow at Quinn.

Quinn batted it out of the way laughing.

Santana's stomach grumbled. "I actually am pretty hungry. I don't feel like cooking anything though. Wanna go grab something with me?"

"Absolutely."

"Ok, let me just throw some clothes on." Santana hopped out of bed and placed Stella down on the floor. She made her way over to her closet and stepped in. She pulled open a few drawers and searched for some comfy clothes.

"Oh, I should warn you…" she heard Quinn call out. "There's a few paparazzi camped out outside."

"Ugh!" Santana whined in frustration. "When will they just give it up."

"When you become old news." Quinn frowned.

"Right, well we don't want that to happen." Santana pulled on a white tank top and light denim jeans. She threw her hair up in a messy bun and pulled a baseball cap down from the top shelf and put it on her head. She slipped on her black Nike hi-top sneakers and stepped out of her closet. "Hasn't anyone else in this town done anything scandalous recently?"

Quinn stood up from the chair. "Absolutely," Quinn said matter-of-factly. She moved closer to Santana and put her arm around her shoulder "Just not as scandalous as the events that unfolded in your life in the last few months." She pulled her into a side-hug. "It will pass. Eventually." She tried her best to be reassuring.

"Eventually." Santana sighed.

When they arrived at the diner they slipped into a windowless booth at the back without a view of the street. They managed to evade the photographers waiting for a glimpse of Santana by opting to take her car instead of Quinn's because it was parked in the garage. Had they taken Quinn's car they would've had to walk outside to get to it and that surely would've been like the scene at the airport all over again. But once they were inside the restaurant Santana felt like she could relax a bit. When the waitress came over to take their order she immediately recognized Santana and told her what a big fan she was. Santana just nodded and smiled. Erica, the waitress's name according to her name tag, took their orders. Santana opted for Pancakes and bacon while Quinn got an omelette and a hot tea.

"And the biggest cup of coffee. Black." Santana added with a smile.

"Of course right away," Erica smiled. She hurried off to place their orders in the kitchen.

Santana looked over at Quinn who was smirking."what?" She asked.

Quinn just shook her head.

"Oh, come on. Out with it Quinn. What? Do I have a booger or something?" Santana questioned figeting around in her seat.

"What? No!" Quinn laughed.

"Well, what is it Fabray?"

"The waitress is so crushing on you. It's adorable."Quinn was looking past Santana.

Santana turned over her shoulder and saw the waitress staring back at her. When she realized Santana caught her gawking she blushed the color of a raspberry and quickly turned away.

"Well, duh." She laughed. "She'd be crazy not too." She tossed her hat down onto the seat of the booth. "I'm gorgeous" she laughed.

"Do that thing you do." Quinn continued, "when she bring us our drinks do that thing."

"What thing?" Santana playfully asked.

"You know that thing"

"Oh, I know the thing." She smiled a mischievous smile. "Dare me?"

Quinn laughed,"Oh, I SO dare you!"

When the waitress came back with their drinks she sets Quinn's down in front of her and then placed Santana's coffee down in front of her with her hand nervously shaking slightly. Santana gently reached out and slid her hand over top of Erica's and rubbed it gently. "Do I make you nervous?" She asked coyly.

"Uh.. N-no. I'm not, maybe a little yes."

Santana reached her other hand up to the girl's face. She gently stroked her cheek. "There's nothing to be nervous about. I don't bite. Not unless you want me to." Santana locked eyes with the girl and it was almost as if she had out her in a trance alla Kaa from the Jungle book. Quinn quietly observing the scene. Desperately trying to hold in her laughter.

Santana inquired "Do you want me to bite you?"

The girl couldn't speak. She fumbled her words and finally muttered ,"w-what?"

Santana continued, "would you let me bite you? If I asked nicely?"

The girl nodded.

"What would you do for me?" Santana asked teasingly.

"Anything" the girl manages to mumble out. Still not breaking the gaze between their eyes.

"Anything?" Santana questioned.

The girl nodded.

"Fantastic. Go get my pancakes!" Santana demanded with a laugh.

Quinn erupted in laughter.

The waitress shook her head to break the gaze and a deep pink hue rushed over her face again."I'm so sorry, right away." She quickly pulled her hand from Santana's grasp and hurried to the kitchen.

"You've still got it."

"Was there ever any question?" Santana teased. She thought for a moment, "I feel kinda bad about that actually."

"You, feel bad about something? What is the world coming to?" Quinn joked?

Santana chuckled. "I know, right?"

When Erica dropped their food off at the table Santana apologized and explained this was a game that her and Quinn played all the time. Erica seemed to understand and wasn't upset in the least bit. She seemed to still be star-struck and in awe of the fact that Santana Lopez was her customer. Still, Santana felt bad about punking her fan. So to prove that it was just all in good fun she posed for a few pictures with Erica, signed her autograph on Erica's phone case and even called Erica's little brother to wish him a happy birthday.

On the drive home Quinn looked over to Santana and said "something is different about you."

"What's that?" Santana asked

"You're just… something's changed. It's a good thing, don't worry."

"I'll take your word for it."

When they turned onto Santana's street they noticed a few more cars were parked out front than were there when the left. There were more men standing in the street by her house. "Mother fuckers," she said under her breath." They pulled directly into the garage. Gate closing behind them.

As she was getting out of her car she felt her phone vibrate. She looked at the screen to see who was calling her. "It's Kurt, I have to take this." She looked at Quinn.

"It's ok I better get going. I've got yoga at 11:45." She started to make her way outside. "I'll text you later."

Santana smiled. She pushed the green talk button on her phone. "What's shakin' Lady Hummel?"

"Santana! Don't you check your email anymore? Or your texts for that matter?"

She pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at the screen. She put the phone back to her face. "I don't have any missed notifications…"

He interrupted her. "You're supposed to meet me downtown at the studio in 15 minutes. We have a big meeting with the President of the label today."

"Kurt, I told you not to schedule any meetings for me for my first few days back. I need a minute to decompress."

"Santana, with all due respect, you've had over three months to decompress. That was the purpose of your little Italian rendezvous. Wasn't it? Or am I mistaken?"

Santana didn't like the tone Kurt was taking with her. "Look, I don't appreciate the tone right now. I told you not to schedule anything for me. You are my manager. I pay you good money to manage my career. So do that. Manage my career. Take the meeting without me."

"Santana," his voice sounded calmer now and more serious. "They are threatening to drop you."

"What?" Her voice was calmer now too. "Why? What did they say?"

"Santana, you were off the grid for almost four months. I had no way of contacting you. No one did. I had no idea when you were coming back. Other than the phone call from the airport the day you left for Italy notifying me that you were skipping town, I hadn't received word from you in months until last week when messaged me that you were coming back today. As far as they concerned, you were never coming back."

"I'll be there as soon as I can. Please stall them." She hopped back into her car and sped off to meet Kurt downtown.

Santana didn't think this whole running away thing through very well. She basically just up and left one day when things got to be too much. She called Quinn to ask her if she could take care of Stella for a few months and asked her to pass word on to the rest of their friends and the only other phone call she made was the less than 60 second long call to Kurt explaining that she had had enough and needed to get away. When he asked her how long she would be gone she responded with "until I forget her face." She had been crying and drinking. So in her mind, in that moment, she covered all of her bases. And in that moment she thought she would need to stay away until she no longer remembered her face. In that moment she thought it would be possible to erase Dani's eyes, her mouth, her hair, her scent… from her mind. In that moment she made a rash decision. In that moment she was drunk. In that moment she was crying. In that moment she thought she was doing the right thing. In that moment she was wrong. But she couldn't possibly have known that until she was out of that moment.

"Kurt, I'm sorry." She said as she approached Kurt waiting for her in the lobby. He hurried her into the elevator.

"It's okay Sant-" he was cut off by the feeling of her arms wrapping tightly around him. He was taken aback a bit. She caught him completely off guard. In all the years he had known her he honestly couldn't remember her ever hugging him. Not once.

She pulled away. "I'm sorry," she said firmly. She added, "if you tell anyone about that hug I will cut you so deep you will feel it in your lady parts." She smiled, sternly.

"There she is!" Kurt exclaimed. "Welcome back doll. You had me worried for a second there with that hug. But then you did that whole scary smile thing that only you could master and then the whole cutting my 'lady parts' thing" Kurt put his fingers in the air to signal air quotes when he said lady parts. "I've missed you Santana."

"I've missed you too Porcelain."

The elevator dinged on the 35th floor. This was the floor they exited. When they stepped off the elevator Kurt walked up to the front desk and told the receptionist they had arrived. She motioned to the chairs in the waiting area to the right and Kurt motioned for Santana to accompany him. "Let me do the talking at first, ok?"

Santana nodded in agreement. "I can't believe they threatened to drop me. Idiots."

Kurt chimed in, "Well, you disappeared in the middle of recording your album. Vanished with out a trace and had no plans of ever coming back as far as they knew. As far as anyone knew."

"Not you though, Kurt. You knew I'd come back."

"I did." He smiled. "I must say though, I was really surprised you left at all. Shocked actually. I'd never seen anything break you before."

"You never saw me lose love before."

"It freaked me out. I just never thought of you as… fragile."

Santana scoffed, "I'm not fragile. Dani just made me… with dani I let my guard down. I let myself be vulnerable to her. I won't make that mistake ever again."

Kurt raised his eyebrows about to chime in with his two cents about love but before her could the receptionist called out. "Ms. Lopez, Mr. Hummel. Mr. Smythe is ready to see you now. He and his associates are waiting in the conference room."

"Are you ready?" Kurt asked.

Santana nodded with confidence.

Santana sat at the bar waiting for her friends to arrive. She motioned to the bartender that she needed a drink. "What'll it be?" He asked.

"Do you have tres quatro cinco?"

"Yes ma'am we do."

"Fantastic. I'll take that on the rocks."

"You got it ma'am."

"Oh, please don't call me ma'am. You can't possibly be younger than me. Just call me Santana."

"Yes ma'am."

She scowled.

"Sorry, it's a habit. It won't happened again, Santana… Lopez, right?" He says pouring her tequila.

"That's the one."

He smiled. "You really are beautiful." He slid her drink down to her.

"Sure am." She winked with a laugh. She looked at her phone to check the time. She was early. As usual. She couldn't help it, she hated being late. So she always made sure to be wherever she was supposed to be at least 10 minutes early. With the exception of her meeting at the record company earlier that day. But that wasn't entirely her fault. She hasn't received kurt's emails or texts because she had changed both her phone number and email account when she split from Dani and left the country. She didn't want Dani to be able to contact her. She never wanted to speak to Dani again. Which, wasn't entirely true. But that the time, it was what she wanted and it felt like it was the right thing to do.

Dani. God damn it. Almost four months later and she still manages to make her way into Santana's mind. "One day I'll forget what she looks like. One day I'll forget her voice. One day I'll forget her scent. One day." Santana slammed back her tequila. She motioned to the bartender that she'd like another. She pulled her phone out of her purse and opened a new text message to Kurt.

How did you get my new number before? - Santana

Quinn. - Kurt

Right. So Sebastian's a dick. - Santana

He's not so bad. - Kurt

HA! I knew it! - Santana

Huh? - Kurt

You so just took the bait. - Santana

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" Santana heard a voice ask. She was preoccupied teasing Kurt that she didn't look up when she responded to the question.

" It's a free country. Sit if you'd like." She said distractedly.

"Thank you. Ugh, I've been on my feet for the last 12 hours and this place is so crowded this was the only seat open. I wasn't sure if you were waiting for someone or if you were here alone or if maybe your boyfriend was sitting here but got up to go to the bathroom…" The female voice rambled on and on. Santana was still distracted by her texting with Kurt.

Aren't you meeting the girls for dinner tonight? Stop being rude and texting me while you are with them. I've gotta get going anyway I just walked into the movie. I will call you tomorrow. - Kurt

Santana smiled at her victory in cornering Kurt. At the meeting today she caught him eyeing Sebastian up. Even though Sebastian was a total tool, she thought, at least looks wise, they would make a good couple.

"But I just had to ask cause I couldn't be on my feet for another minute. They'd fall off. Literally." The voice was still rambling. Santana put her phone down on the bar and looked over at the female sitting to her right. She had sparkling cobalt blue eyes and gorgeous long light-yellow blonde hair. But she was speaking nonsense.

"What a minute. Excuse me, did you just say that your feet would literally fall off?" She asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, if I had to stand for one more minute they'd definitely just detach themselves from my body."

Santana laughed. "But you know that's impossible. Literally."

The blonde smiled, "well of course I know that. They wouldn't just pop off of my body. That would be silly."

"But you said, 'literally' and that word means exactly. Like, what you're saying is the exact truth. No exaggeration at all. Your feet would 'actually fall off.'" She said almost condescendingly. Almost. She wasn't trying to make the girl look or feel dumb, silly or anything like that. It was something about the way the girl spoke. She didn't sound like she was speaking with even the slightest hint of exaggeration. She spoke like the believed what she was saying was true. She found it oddly adorable.

"Anything is possible, you know." The girl said with a smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't even ask your name. How rude of me." She extended her hand to Santana.

Santana shook her hand and said "I'm Santana." Did this woman not know who Santana was? The possibility seemed very refreshing.

"Nice to meet you Santana. I'm Brittany. Cool name by the way." She smiled pulling her hand out of Santana's gentle grasp.

"What are you drinking?" Santana asked.

"Nothing, the bartender hasn't looked my way yet."

Santana smiled. "I'll take care of that. What would you like to drink?"

"Hmm, how about a Long Island.. Yeah that's what I'll have."

"You got it." Santana smiled. She motioned for the bartender to bring her another drink and pointed to Brittany and mouthed "Long Island". He nodded and a minute later they both had their drinks. Santana's phone buzzed a moment later. It was Mercedes letting her know they had arrived and they were valeting the car.

"So Santana, what do you do?" Brittany looked at Santana innocently.

"As in what do I do for a living?" Santana asked.

"Or for fun. Either way. Just making conversation." She said sipping her drink.

"Well, I'm a singer. And I'm trying to get my foot into acting." Santana put it out there. She was waiting to see if Brittany would put her name and face together with singer and realize who she was.

"A singer? That's so so cool! I'm a dancer." Nope. She didn't have a clue.

"Oh so that's why you were complaining about your feet earlier." Santana said connecting the dots.

"Totally." Brittany took another sip. "I teach dance full time and I'm also training for a competition. So my days are extra long right now. I'm getting kinda danced out. Which makes me sad, cause I just love it so much." She was beaming from ear to ear talking about dancing and how much she loved it. This girl was so easy to talk to and fun to be around. Santana was thoroughly enjoying small talk with this stranger. Brittany rambled on and on about dance and Santana just sat and listened. Smiling and very interested in everything she was saying. A few minutes later Santana saw two arms wrap themselves around the Brittany's waist. Brittany turned around and her smile grew even wider. "Hey! It's about time you got here!" A tall man hugged Brittany tightly.

Just then Quinn and Mercedes entered the restaurant and waved Santana over. She attempted to excuse herself politely and tell Brittany it was nice meeting her but she was too involved in her conversation with who Santana assumed was her boyfriend. She told the bartender to transfer her tab and to make sure Brittany and her boyfriend's drinks were put on it before she headed over to her friends. As she made her way out of the bar she looked back at Brittany and caught her eye. She smiled and waved a friendly goodbye wave. And Brittany reciprocated.

"Ahhhh! Girl, welcome back!" Mercedes pulled Santana in to a monstrous hug.

Santana smiled and let herself fall into the embrace. "It feels good to be back."

Quinn motioned to the bar as they took their seats at the table. "Who was that you were talking with?"

"Oh just some girl that was waiting for her boyfriend. I think her name was Brittany." Santana said nonchalantly.

"Were you waiting long?" Mercedes asked.

"Maybe about 30 mins. But that's my fault not yours. You guys were right on time." She smiled.

"So how did it go today?" Mercedes inquired.

"Everything is all good. No contracts were broken. I'm not being dropped. I committed to finishing this album up in the next few months and to going on tour at the beginning of next year. So that made them happy."

"That's grea news, Santana." Quinn said happily.

"Did they agree to let you have a bit more artistic freedom with this album?" Mercedes asked.

"Yeah they did. Grayson didn't like the idea much. But his son, Sebastian, talked him in to letting me cut a few trial songs. If they are good we'll use em and they'll give me free reign to make my album the way I want to make it. And if they suck, well, I'll only be recording songs that Sebastian and his writing time pen," she said with a slight frown.

"Oh, hell to the no. We ain't gonna let that happen. Don't you worry girl. I got you."

"Sebastian Smythe. Why does that name seem so familiar?" Quinn wondered aloud.

"I'm not sure why it sounds familiar to you but I am like 99.9% sure Lady Hummel is about 10 seconds away from getting his name tattooed on his chest. Right above his little porcelain heart."

"That's it. He's in my yoga class! And Kurt came with me last week and was practically drooling on his mat. And then afterward we went to get smoothies and Kurt kept going on and on about how successful Sebastian was, and how cute, andsmart and how cute and successful. And did I mention cute?" She laughed at her impromptu impression of Kurt.

"Oh, Fabray you are a genius. You just armed me with the best ammo around. I can't wait to hit Kurt with all of this later."

After about an hour and half they finished up their dinner. At this point Santana was about 8 or 10 drinks in… she lost count. She was glad she was smart enough to take a car service and wouldn't be forced to try to hail a cab now. As they exited the restaurant Santana looked into the bar as she passed it and she could she Brittany still at the bar with her boyfriend and their friends presumably another couple, a guy and a girl, laughing and having a good time. She would have to remember to come back to the restaurant tomorrow to pay the remaining tab Brittany and her friends rung up. She didn't mind at all. Brittany was nice. She was grateful form light and carefree company Brittany provided her while she waited. Paying for their drinks was her thank you. She would never see this girl again and she was fine with that. She just wanted to do something nice for her. This girl that was about to become a stranger to her again. She wouldn't be surprised if she forgot her name in the morning. Maybe Quinn was right. Maybe she was changing.

When they got outside Mercedes handed the valet her ticket and he went off to find her car. They exchanged hugs and said their "I'll see you laters". Just as Santana was about to walk away she felt the urge to ask the question she was avoiding all night.

"Have either of you heard from Dani?"

Quinn quickly responded, "no, she's knows better than to contact me."

Mercedes hesitated. But she finally offered, "I saw her last week. Not on purpose. I ran into her at a party."

Quinn chimed in, "glad she's taking her sobriety seriously." She rolled her eyes.

"How did she look?" Santana didn't pay any mind to Quinn's remark. She focused her eyes on Mercedes. Mercedes looked like she didn't want to answer the question, Santana prodded. "How did she look?"

Mercedes took a breath. "She looked good. She looked happy."

"Is she seeing anyone?" Santana didn't want to know the answer to that question. But she had to know.

Mercedes nodded.

Quinn frowned and smacked Mercedes on the arm.

Santana turned her face away from the girls. She could feel her eyes welling up with tears. She did not want to cry. She hadn't cried over Dani in a long time. It wasn't that she didn't have tears for Dani. That wasn't the case at all. She wouldn't allow the tears to fall. She refused to give in. She didn't want to give Dani the satisfaction of her tears. And she didn't want anyone to see her pain. That was what these tears were. A physical manifestation of her pain.

"What is wrong with you. Why would you say That?" Quinn asked harshly.

Mercedes gritted her teeth. "if she asks me a question I'm going to answer it. I'm not gonna lie to her."

Santana quickly fought the tears away. "It's ok. I'm fine." She added, "good. I'm glad she's happy."

Just then the valet pulled up with Mercedes's BMW.

"You wanna go,get a drink?. I could stay with you tonight." Quinn didn't want to leave Santana alone.

"No, I've had enough to drink for tonight I think. I just gonna have the service take me home now. Good night. I love you guys."

"We love you too." Mercedes answered for the both of them.

"Love you,too." Quinn replied. She knew leaving Santana alone wasn't a good thing. But she also knew there was no forcing Santana to do anything. Santana wanted to be alone. Quinn had to respect that. "I'll call you tomorrow" she called out as Santana walked toward her ride. Quinn and Mercedes got into the BMW and Mercedes drove off.

As soon as their car was out of sight Santana turned around and went back into the restaurant and walked into the bar in hopes that the blonde… "what was her name again? Becky? Bethany? was still in there. It was packed by now and Santana had to fight her way back up to the bar.

"Santana you're back." The bartender smiled. "You friends left about 5 mins ago. They were shocked that their tab had been covered." He said with a laugh. He reached for a small glass and asked, "can I get you an outer drink?"

Santana smiled but shook her head, "I'm not staying."

Santana woke, lying on her back in her bed, to a pounding headache. She rolled over onto her side rubbing her temples. She reached for her phone on her night stand to check the time. 9:00am was on the display. She thrashed her feet around under her covers "good god it's hot in here " she thought to herself when suddenly her foot brushed up against another foot. Someone else's foot. She turned to her right to not only feel the warmth of a naked body now pressed up against her, but to see a naked body pressed up against her. She looked down at herself to see that she was also naked. "Oh dear god, who did I sleep with" she desperately tried to remember the events that led up to this moment but no matter how hard she tried she was drawing a blank. The last thing she remembered was leaving Cordero (the restaurant/bar where she had dinner with Mercedes and Quinn last night). She carefully tried to slip out of the bed to throw some clothes on but when she moved to get up the blonde next to her stirred and turned to face her.

"Good morning, Santana." The girl said with a smile as she moved in to place a kiss on Santana's lips.

Santana kissed her back, with her eyes open, still so unsure about what was going on and who exactly this girl was.

The girl pulled back from the kiss "My name is Kitty in case you forgot." She could see the uncertain look in Santana's eyes. "Don't worry I'm not offended that you don't remember. You were pretty wasted last night when we met."

"And yet you let me take you home with me?" Santana said with wary eyes.

"You were wasted. I was wasted. You were horny. I was horny. No harm no foul." She leaned in and kissed Santana again. "It's a shame that you don't remember anything from last night. It was mind blowingly good." She pulled Santana down into her kissing her deeper. Her back was flat on the bed and Santana was on top of her in her grasp.

Santana pulled away slowly. She'd be lying to herself if she said she didn't enjoy kissing Kitty. Hovering over kitty's naked body. "Did I meet you at Cordero?"

"Nope. We met outside of Moonstruck." She put her hands up on either side of Santana's face pushing her hair behind her ears. "You were about to go in and I had just walked out. I recognized you and I asked if you would take a picture with me. You did and then we started talking and then you starting eye-fucking me and then you kissed me and asked me to come home with you.

That was all it took. The memories of the night came rushing back to she had been upset by the news of Dani dating someone, going back in to Cordero to pay the tab, heading to moonstruck, her favorite gay bar, seeing this beautiful blonde and bringing her home to have her way with her all night long. She was glad the images of her sex-capades with Kitty weren't lost in a drunken stupor. Kitty was right when she said the sex had been mind blowing. That was exactly what Santana needed right then. She needed an escape grom feeling that sudden pang in her heart at the very thought of Dani moving on and dating someone else.

"Oh yeah, I remember now. She lowered herself down to Kitty's lips and pressed hers down. She took Kitty's bottom lip between hers and sucked it into her mouth. "Ready for round two?"

"More like round 8," Kitty teased.

Author's Notes:

Hey everyone, I really hope you enjoyed reading this next chapter. I had ordinary written it as a continuation of chapter two but I found as I kept writing it seemed to flow better as a stand alone chapter. I wanted to take a second to thank all of you that submitted a review. It means a lot to me and I appreciate everything you say. To the person who suggested I tag this with Brittany and Santana, thank you! I totally thought I did that initially but I guess I forgot or something so thank you for bringing that to my attention. Thank you all for reading my story. I hope you are enjoying reading it as much as I am writing it. I will try to have another chapter posted at some point this weekend but I'm not sure I will be able to pull it off. If not by the end of the weekend, expect one early next week.