Thank you for all the reviews, favorites, and story alerts! I might be able to fit in one more chapter after this one this week, but after that you'll have to wait another week before I update. Also, please vote on my profile for which one-shot you'd rather have me make first once I'm done with this fic!

Santana pushed open the door to the Starbucks. It was pouring outside, her hair was sopping wet, and she had bite marks all over her hands from Brittany's cat. Santana wondered if her ditzy friend was right about that thing being a vampire.

Santana took an elastic hair band and tied her hair up with it. She took off her trench coat, instantly going from an average dripping-wet teenager to a cheerio, the HBIC of the Starbucks.

She pushed past a middle-aged man to the front of the line.

"Excuse me, I'd like a decaf," Santana said rudely to the woman at the register.

"Sure…" the woman said. She looked somewhat uncertain.

"What?" Santana asked impatiently.

"It's just that… shouldn't you be at school right now?"

"You're like, 30, and you work at a Starbucks. I wouldn't be talking," Santana retorted sharply.

The woman was visibly offended. "I'll get your coffee," she muttered under her breath.

Once she had her frappucino, Santana sat down at one of the tables near a window. She looked out at the pouring rain and thought about what events led up to this, and what she would be doing a few minutes.

The night before, Brittany and Santana had gotten mani-pedis, watched movies, gossiped, and scissored, you wouldn't be able to tell that one of them would escaping from their abusive father with the help of the other the next day.

This morning, Santana had dropped off Brittany at her father's house after he had left for work. They had stayed up until about 4 in the morning, and Santana was currently exhausted, so she had left to get coffee.

Santana was vaguely aware of two 30-something women sitting down at the table next to her. But when she heard the words "Brooks and Danstern" (the name of Brittany's dad's company) she couldn't help but eavesdrop on the two ladies.

"My sister works there," one of the women was explaining. "She said that one of her coworkers just stormed in angrily and, like, attacked one of the other employees."

"Oh my god! Was he fired?" the other one asked.

"Of course, her boss immediately sent him home," the woman telling the story replied. "My sister said that if I ever meet a guy named Jonathon Pierce, I should really stay away from him."

Santana quickly stood up from the table. The two women turned their heads towards her as she ran out the door to her car.

Shit.

Sorry for the short chapter! I think I'll make 2 more chapters and an epilogue. Please read and review! :)