Heyheey thanks for the kind reviews! It makes me really happy :) here is the second chapter, I tried to write it as soon as possible :)

I MISS YOU

After a couple of hours and a 15 minute speech about how she was late Santana walks out of the studio. It is dark outside, and the streetlights only give a little bit of light.

Santana finds the studio kind of creepy at night, so she tries to avoid it as much as possible. A car drives by slowly. The cold wind makes her shiver and she zipps up her vest. I should have brought a sweater.. she thinks.

Santana looks up at the sky. In Lima you could see the stars every night. She used to camp outside in the yard with Quinn, and they would watch the stars and the moon together, Quinn rambling about astrology and Santana trying to find all the figures Quinn showed her, but giving up after a while.

But here, in New York, all Santana could vaguely see was the moonlight, that made a puddle on the street glinster. The skycrapers are too high and the billboards are too bright.

Not that the real new Yorkers care, they probably have never seen the stars before on a warm summernight. They are too stressy for that, they work to relax. They'd rather stay up late in their office working on papers so they reach their deadlines, than sharing a warm and cuddly bed with their loved ones. But Santana is not like that.

The whole meeting was kind off a blur if she's being honest, mostly because she was still a bit drunk. Santana can hold her liquor, but half a bottle of whiskey in two hours is still a lot.

As she walks down the street she start thinking about the events of this evening,, how she started half wasted, sad and alone at home, and 30 minutes later she was talking to the kindest person she had ever met.

She thinks about the girl and smiles. She was so weird, but Santana likes that about her, it's a good kind of weird. It's actually kind of cute.

"Friends make eachother brownies" Santana smiles. She wants to be my friend..

Suddenly her mood changes. She HAD friends. She had Quinn, ofcourse, and Mercedes, Rachel, even though she could annoy the shit out of Santana, she was still kinda nice, oh and Puck, even Finn she could call a friend.

But now.. Santana thinks she might've let them all down.. Not nescessarily because she became a famous diva, but they just lost contact, , and she never really tried to meet up with them. Also if they did like a group date thing, she found it kinda stupid.

"Why is it even called a groupdate? It's not a date if it's in group. Also, if Berry is going to be there I AM NOT coming. That girl cannot hold her liquor" Santana remembers saying this to Quinn the first time she invited her to the 'groupdate'. She remembers Quinn just rolling her eyes and not bringing it up anymore. Santana guesses after a while they just stopped inviting her.

Wich kinda hurts, altough it's probably her fault.

But the Rachel Berry part is true though. One time in High School, Rachel threw a party and they all got so incr3dibly wasted Santana doesn't remember half of the evening. But Rachel was so drunk she started grinding on Santana, and even tried to make-out with Quinn.

Oh and apparently she also kissed Blaine, wich was even stranger, because that boy is a flaming homosexual.

Santana smiles sadly at all the memories, and thinks about calling Quinn. But it's two o'clock, so she guesses Quinn would be sound asleep right now.

She takes out her phone and dials the number for a cab. She's done this a million times before, she barely has to look at the screen.

When she finally gets home, she throws off her clothes and climbs into bed. Before she lays down, she checks her phone and sees she has anew message from an unknown number. Who could that be? Santana thinks.

"Goodnight Sanny :) Lord Tubbington is missing you already xx"

Santana smiles as she sees Brittany sent her this like 5 minutes after she got off the train.

As she lays down on the pillow she closes her eyes, and for the first time ever, she doesn't find the subway that gross anymore.

The next morning, Santana wakes up to a buzzing phone. As usual. But this time bothers her just a bit more. She actually slept well tonight.

She declines the call, as usual, and turns around again, attempting to get her dream back. She fails as her phone starts to buzz again. This time she does look at the screen, it was Kurt, her manager. She decides she should pick up as this is apperently the fourth time he has called.

"Yeah..?" That sounded way more sleepy than it should..

"Santana? I am at your front door right now, come and let me in?"

"Kurt, what the hell are you doing at my house?!" Santana snaps at him. She knows he doesn't mind, they've known eachother for a very long time.

"Woah, did you came out of bed with the wrong leg this morning?"

"Actually, I have not came out of bed, at all."

"Well then, it's damn time you do! Do you have any idea what time it is? Just come and let me in, I'm starting to freeze."

Kurt is such a dramaqueen, Santana thinks. It's early september so technically it's still summer.

Santana looks at the clock. 1pm. Shit, he was right, she thinks. She jumps up out of bed and instantly regrets it. Only now, she realises how bad her habgover is. She waddles to the windows and slowly opens her curtains. The sunlight priems into her eyes. The sky is blue, it looks like it's a good day.

She puts on her bathrobe and walks downstairs. Kurt can be a bit irritating sometimes, but Santana likes the fact she can just walk around in her underwear around him because he doesn't care. Puck would jump her right after he stopped drooling.

Puck.

Quinn. Santana remembers she was going to call Quinn today. Later, for sure.

She opens the front door and Kurt storms in.

"We have a crisis."