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That night, at ten, I decided that I was going to go for a drink at a bar. I felt so lost in life, now that I'd lost Brittany, and it was still driving me insane that I couldn't find Dani anywhere on the Internet. I kept asking myself if something may have happened to her, but I kept pushing that thought away. Dani knew how to take care of herself. She was probably completely fine.

While I drove, I flipped through my XM radio stations. I stopped briefly on KIIS from LA, but they were just talking about some new song they were about to release. I considered staying tuned to listen, but I would probably be out of the car by then anyway. I didn't even listen long enough to hear the artist's name before I flipped to KIIS from NY. They were talking too, about different stuff, so I flipped the station to Z100 in NY. Z100 was usually the station I ended up listening to anyway.

When I got to the bar, I ordered just a beer. I didn't want anything too hard. I never really liked hard liquor if I was being honest. Sure I'd drank it a few times, but ever since I first tried it, I never really cared for it. I remembered the first time I tried vodka. I was fifteen…

"It's the middle of the night, Santana, what are we doing?" Dani demanded as we met in our spot in the woods. It was actually kind of cold that night, so I led her inside our hut. She immediately pulled a blanket over herself.

I revealed the bottle to her.

"What's that?" she demanded.

"Vodka," I answered. Dani raised an eyebrow.

"Where'd you get it?"

I shrugged. "My dad left it out before he went to bed. I figured that now is as good a time as ever to try it."

Dani watched me closely as I procured two glasses from the bag I'd brought and poured a bit of vodka in both of them. I looked up to see her critical eyes on me. "What?" I asked.

"I don't know if I want any," she admitted.

"Oh come on, you've drank before," I reminded her.

"Not very much, and it was just beer," she reminded me. I shrugged and passed her a cup.

"Well this is not very much, and it's not like I'm asking you to get drunk," I said. Finally, I admitted, "I just didn't want to try it without you, alright?"

Dani smirked for only a second, and then it turned into a smile. "Fine. Bottoms up." We both took a drink of the hard alcohol and cringed. Neither of us seemed like it. "Ew."

"How to people drink this stuff?" I demanded.

"Don't they usually mix it with other stuff?" Dani asked, shrugging and setting her glass on the floor.

I shrugged, and went to pour me some more.

"What are you doing? I thought you didn't like it," she said, sounding a little alarmed.

"Just going to try again one time," I decided, before taking back the drink. Dani watched me critically. I shook my head as I swallowed the gross liquid.

"Next time you're going to drag me out here in the middle of the night, maybe it can be for tequila and lime and salt," Dani joked. I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Why?"

"Because then we can at least do body shots," she told me, grinning.

"Santana? Santana Lopez is that you?" a voice asked, and I turned around to see Quinn Fabray looking at me. She smiled when she saw that it was me, and then she sat down next to me at the bar. "It's been a while."

"Yeah, it has," I agreed, taking a drink of my beer. I met Quinn while I was desperately trying to get a recording contract about six years ago. She was going after the same one. Needless to say, she got the contract.

"What are you doing out here?" she asked. "Your expression tells me that you're drowning your sorrows."

"Something like that," I agreed.

"So? What happened?" she demanded to know.

"You know. Girlfriend left me, dunno where she is," I answered casually. It took me only a second to realize that I didn't even know if I was talking about Brittany or Dani.

"Ooh, tough, I'm sorry," Quinn apologized, as if it would help me any. I looked over at her, and I remembered six years ago, when she and I had a one time thing. I almost considered having another one time thing tonight, but I decided not to.

"Yeah. Really, I should probably go," I muttered, standing up and walking out of the bar before Quinn could say anything else. And then I was gone.

DANI

I was clutching Davis's hand as we listened to the radio, our champagne all ready to be opened. Davis had hosted this little party, and all of our friends were there to listen to the song air on KIIS FM.

"And here's the new song by Danielle Taylor that you've all been waiting for!" The music started playing and I squealed loudly.

"I can't believe this is happening!" I exclaimed, and Davis grabbed the champagne. He stood back away from me to pop open the bottle. Everyone cheered and he poured glasses all around.

"Care to give a toast, Madam Taylor?" Davis asked. I laughed at the name and shrugged.

"Sure," I agreed. I looked around at all of my friends. Most of them were really more Davis's friends, but I'd hung out with all of them at some time or another. They definitely had been very supportive and some of them had even offered up ideas toward my song. "You all have been so supportive and amazing and I definitely wouldn't be here without you all."

"To Dani!" Davis exclaimed, and everyone repeated him, before taking drinks of their celebratory champagne. "You better watch out, Dani. You're going to have paparazzi all over you."

I laughed, shaking my head. "I don't think that it'll happen that fast."

"Ah, just drink," Davis commanded, and I shook my head again, laughing, and took another sip of my champagne.

A couple of hours into our party, someone broke out the hard alcohol. Davis's friend Nick offered me some, but I kindly refused. I'd never liked the stuff much. Although, as soon as everyone started taking back tequila shots, I couldn't help but joined. Even if the taste wasn't great, the feeling was pretty awesome.

And that's how I found myself waking up on Davis's bed early the next morning, my head pounding. I sat up with a groan, and spotted Davis passed out on the floor. Why he ended up there, I didn't know, and how I ended up here, I didn't know either. I grabbed my phone. It was six in the morning. How the hell had I woken up this early if I'd gone to bed so late?

Not questioning it, I dug around Davis's side table drawer until I found some painkillers. I took them without water, and then forced myself up and into the kitchen to get some water. My headache started to clear, and by the time I finished the glass of water, I was feeling much better.

It was really early, so I decided to lay back down in Davis's bed and get some more sleep. Now that I wasn't drunk, however, dreams swirled into my mind as I fell asleep. And like every July, they were about me and Santana. Another flashback, I realized as I finally drifted into sleep.

Three months after Santana's quinceanera—four months after she and I got together—we decided to have a full-out campout at our spot in the woods for a day and a night. To accomplish this, we had to lie to our parents, saying that we were both going to stay the night with a different friend.

Santana and I had plenty of sleepovers at each other's houses over the years, but there was always someone else just downstairs. I, for one, really wanted a night away from anyone else, with only Santana.

It was a Saturday morning, and I spent it gathering up everything I needed. Of course we already had blankets and pillows in our hut, but I grabbed some extra anyway. Then I made sure that I had food, enough for both me and my girlfriend, in case she forgot. I made sure that I had my phone as well, and my portable phone charger.

Once I was all set, I headed to the woods. Walking to our spot was a little bit of a challenge honestly, which was probably why no one else had ever found it. Now that I was carrying a lot of stuff, it became even more difficult to duck under branches and step over roots.

I knew the path in my sleep, though, and it only took me a few extra minutes to get to the clearing. I spotted our hut, built between the two biggest trees in the clearing. Smiling to myself, I made my way over to and into the hut. I spread out the extra pillows and blankets, and then set the bag of food against one wall.

It was hot, though, as it was during eleven months of the year here, so I left the hot hut and sat in front of it, leaning against its outer wall, and waited for Santana. It was only a few minutes before I spotted the Latina coming from the other side of the clearing, traveling much lighter than I had.

"Hey, babe," she called as she approached me, and I smiled, standing up. Before she could even stop walking, I intercepted her with a kiss to her lips. I planned on stealing a lot of those while we had over twenty-four hours completely alone.

"Hey," I returned, once I'd pulled my lips away from hers.

We didn't do much all day, honestly. We stayed outside, where it was slightly cooler than it was in our hut. We walked around the clearing and talked. We stole kisses from each other periodically throughout the day. Basically, we just enjoyed each other's company.

When it started to get cooler, we ducked into our hut and sat out on the blankets.

And I looked around the space, an idea coming to my mind. Santana and I had been dating for four months, and this was probably the only overnight alone time that we would have probably for a little while. I looked over my girlfriend. She wearing just a tank top and shorts, like me. You could expect nothing more or less in the Texas heat.

And Santana looked really hot.

Both Santana and I were virgins, and even though I was just fifteen, I knew that I wanted to lose my virginity to Santana. And even though neither of us had had sex yet, we knew how it worked.

So I promptly decided that as long as Santana felt ready for it, we were both going to lose their virginity tonight.

So when it started to get darker, I scooted over to my girlfriend. "Are you tired?" she asked me.

"Nope," I answered, and then I flipped over so that I was sitting across her lap. Our eyes locked for only a moment, and then I pressed my lips against hers gently. Then a little more forcefully. Her hands fell on my waist and pulled me even more so on top of her. By now, our kiss was tongue and teeth and everything.

Her hands on my waist gripped the bottom of my tank and pulled it up as far she could before we had to separate. I tore off my shirt, and then I grabbed the bottom of Santana's and pulled it up and over her head as well. Then our lips crashed together again. Santana pulled me even closer to her so that our fronts were completely pressed together, and I was basically sitting on her center.

Her gentle fingers unsnapped my strapless bra, and the article of clothing fell uselessly away from me. I did the same to her bra, and it fell away as well. Despite the temperature cooling slightly from the nighttime air, my skin was hotter than ever, pressed against Santana's equally hot skin.

Her hands dragged down my torso, her nails slightly scratching my skin, and then I felt her thumbs hook in the tops of my shorts. I pulled away from her slightly; we both had to be ready for this. It was a big step. I didn't have to ask Santana the question though, and she didn't have to ask me. We were both ready.

Santana pulled my shorts down, followed by my underwear. Then, despite her lack of experience, she touched me. It was an experience like none other. It was the closest I'd ever felt to her, and really, the closest I'd ever been to her.

The next half hour was spent with us figuring out what we were capable of and what things our bodies could do. My conservative parents hadn't ever really talked to me about sex, and definitely not lesbian sex. Santana had probably received more of a lesson than I had on it, but still not on the lesbian aspect of it. However, we both seemed to be able to figure it out pretty well.

When we were done, we laid pressed against one another, our skin sweaty and hot, our breathing heavy. "Whoa," I muttered, finding Santana's hand with my own and grasping it. "That was incredible."

"I love you, Dani," Santana mumbled, sounding as though she were drifting asleep.

"I love you too, Santana."

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