A/N: Here is your next chapter! I had to get this up as soon as I could, because I was worrying for some of y'all's mental health stability ;P You guys are all seriously amazing and I'm so glad that you love this story. Speaking of which, I have a shout out!

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OH an by the day, in the last chapter, there was like a random "Ted" somewhere in the story, and I just have to say that typos like that occur when I'm writing really fast and my hand hits my track pad on my laptop, and it clicks randomly somewhere else. So the Ted was probably the end of the word "wanted" somewhere else and it just clicked way and I didn't notice before I changed it back. Lol my apologies when I reread that it was so awkward but I was too lazy to change it.

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My eyes widened as I heard the voice that had been missing in my life for eleven years. I swallowed thickly as I turned my head to the left a little bit, and I saw her. She had blond hair, like the picture I saw of her on Facebook. Her body was fuller than when she was younger, but it had just the perfect amount of curves. I would be completely lying if I said that she wasn't even sexier than eleven years earlier.

She was wearing a peculiar expression that was a mix of something like terrified and sad. I guess we both hadn't expected to see each other here. Why was she here? She just came out with an amazing song. She was doing better than ever. Why would she come back here?

"Dani," I breathed out, aware that it was barely audible. She was taking slow steps closer to me, and I just watched her carefully. "You look… wow…"

A blush appeared on Dani's cheeks as she stopped in front of me. I stood up, because I didn't want to be looking up at her. "Thanks," she said, avoiding my eyes. "You don't look so bad yourself."

"What… what are you doing here?" I asked her.

"What are you doing here?" she countered, but then she answered. "I saw your parents. They said you went to the woods."

"Okay, but why are you here? In Texas?" I asked.

Dani wet her lips and looked up into the sky for a moment, like she was gathering her thoughts. "This is the first time I've been back. I had… I had to talk to my parents."

"Oh," I said.

"What about you?" she asked me.

"I—I… I just had to come back for a little while. I think I had to remind myself why I had been so determined to leave after high school," I answered.

"Did you? Remind yourself?" she asked. I answered with only a shrug. "I…"

I looked at her face carefully.

"I guess we should probably talk," Dani admitted, and I nodded in agreement. By some silent consent, we both walked into our old hut and sat down. It was like some painful memory come back, but Dani was actually sitting right in front of me. My emotions were everywhere, and I wasn't even sure how I felt right now. "What do you want to know first?"

I blinked, not really expecting that. "I know that you live in LA," I told her. "I heard your song on the radio, and I looked you up with your new name. You looked happy."

Dani made an O shape with her mouth and her gaze dropped to the blanket next to me. "I am happy," she answered. "I never thought any of my music would get out there."

"I did," I admitted, and she met my eyes to smile at me.

"Thanks. So, what do you want to know? I don't know where to start. I assume you already know about what happened the night before I left. I know you got my note. You probably know about the car, too," Dani reasoned. I nodded. "I guess I'll just start there."

"Okay," I agreed, my voice small. I felt like this couldn't even be real.

"I went into the city after I left my mom's car. I got a couple of jobs that I didn't really need an address for and made some cash so that I could afford to get a PO box. Once I had one, I could get some better jobs. It took five years for me to get out of Austin. I was almost surprised that my parents hadn't managed to find me while I was still in the state," Dani admitted. "I changed my last name before I flew to LA. I didn't want it to be a big change, you know? Taylor is not much different than Tyler."

I nodded, waiting to hear the rest of the story.

"When I got to LA, I realized that I had no plan, no people to help me. It was really hard. After a while of trying really hard but getting no where, I went to a gay bar, with a fake ID that I had somehow gotten. I met this guy named Davis there, told him my whole story. Well… minus a lot of stuff I guess," she said, digressing a little bit.

"Like what? Me?" I wondered.

Dani met my eyes and she nodded, looking a little ashamed. "Yeah… I… well, I'll get there. He told me that I could stay with him and he would help me get on my feet. He helped me find a job, and I bought a car. Then an apartment. Then, last year, I started pursuing a career as a singer. And Davis, he is a manager for a living, so he kind of became mine, for a bit of a discount. It took a while, but we finally got my voice out there."

I nodded. "I liked your song."

"Thanks," she said, giving me a half smile. "Anyway… I didn't tell Davis about you, because I…" She squeezed her eyes closed and took a deep breath, which sounded shaky to me. It looked like she was going to cry, and I just wanted to hold her and tell her it would be okay. I resisted though, and held my ground. "Santana, I didn't want to leave you."

I nodded.

"I just… I couldn't stay here. And you never would've run away," Dani told me. "It was the hardest thing that I've ever done in my life."

"I tried to forget about you," I admitted. "After high school, I mean. My senior year was shit, actually. A lot of shit happened after you left. My parents were totally cool with me being gay, as opposed to yours, who were sure that I'd turned you into a lesbian. My grandma disowned me, though. I lost a lot of friends. Didn't have a prom date. Things like that."

Now, I felt like I was going to cry. I took shaky breath.

"I got into NYU. Graduated with my bachelor degree in music. By then, I'd pretty much perfected blocking any thought of you out of my mind. I went after a recording contract, met my competition for it, totally freaked out. Then she got it, and I had anger sex with her about it."

Dani raised an eyebrow at me, and though I suddenly felt really embarrassed about admitting that, seeing her eyebrow raised gave me the most familiar feeling I'd had since she got here. I almost smiled about it, but I kept myself on track with the story.

"Anyway, I tried for some more after that, but I didn't get anything. By then, I had a new best friend. This girl named Rachel. She's big on Broadway, and she owned this diner really close to the theater. She sold half of it to me for cheap, so I'm like co-owner of it and I'm also a manager there, so that's what keeps me from being broke. I had a girlfriend named Brittany for a couple of years. She uh, left me last week. It wasn't meant to be," I said, before finishing with, "I decided to move into a smaller place, and come here for a break from my life. I have no idea what I'm doing. Plus… lately, I can't get the past out of my head, even after I blocked it for so long."

Dani nodded slowly, as if processing everything that I'd just said. Then she spoke, "I've hated Julys for the past ten years. I always spend them crying and sleeping. You might've been able to forget me for a while, but I couldn't ever do it. I've never spent a July 15th doing anything other than crying."

That took me by complete surprise. I swallowed thickly. "Really?"

She nodded, and the let out a sad laugh. "Just ask Davis. I never told him why until this past one. Happy belated birthday, by the way."

I couldn't help the smile that appeared on my face. "Thank you."

"Davis found a picture of you a couple of days ago, in my closet. He found you on Facebook," she admitted. "All we saw was your profile picture and that you'd just gotten out of a relationship."

I nodded, not exactly sure what to say next. Finally, I just decided on, "I like your hair."

A smile spread across Dani's face. "Thanks."

"So, did you go and see your parents?" I asked. Her smile disappeared.

"Yeah. They weren't exactly pleased to hear that I'm 'still' a lesbian," Dani answered. "But they didn't want me to leave without giving them my new phone number and stuff."

My heart rate picked up, which was saying something, considering that it'd already been beating like a million beats per minute, at the thought of getting Dani's new phone number. Would she give it to me? Could we be Facebook now? "Ah…"

"I went over to your parents house after I talked to mine. Told them some stuff about what'd happened. They said it was a coincidence that I'd shown up, because you had as well. I almost had a heart attack," she admitted.

"Tell me about it," I agreed, letting out a little bit of a laugh.

"It's kind of funny," she commented. "I told you that if we ever saw each other again, it would be here."

I gave her a smile and nodded. "You did, didn't you?" She returned my smile.

She nodded toward the letter that I still had in my grip. "What's that? When I got here, it looked like you'd been crying."

I inhaled sharply and looked at the letter in my hand. "Well, I wanted to go and talk to my Abuela for the first time since she disowned me. And, ah… she got um… sick last year and passed away. She didn't want my parents to tell me, but she wrote me this. I came here to read it."

Dani frowned. "What did it say?"

"She said she regretted everything she said to me and…" I wiped at my cheeks, even though there weren't any tears there yet. "I just really wish that I'd kept in touch with them over the years, because I could've… I could've been there, you know?"

Dani nodded. "I'm sorry."

I shook my head. "It's not your fault."

"Yeah, but I'm still sorry," she said, giving me a sympathetic look.

We sat there in silence for a few moments, both unsure what exactly we should say to one another. It looked like she was about to say something, but then her phone went off. She grabbed it quickly and sighed. "I have to take this," she told me.

I nodded; it wasn't like I could argue with her.

She answered the call. "Hey, Davis. Yep. Tomorrow, I think. Can you? Thanks. Um… can we talk about that later? Yeah. Later Davis. Yes I did. Shut up, okay? I'll call you tonight." She hung up, and I raised an eyebrow at her. "He just wanted to know when I'm going back to LA."

"Tomorrow?" I asked. She nodded.

"There isn't a point in me staying here. I did what I came to do," Dani explained. "When are you going back to New York?"

I shrugged. "I have a ticket out of here for the day after tomorrow. Though I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to do until then. And I don't really know what I'm going to do when I'm back in New York. I'm pretty sure I'm in an early midlife crisis."

Dani's gaze left mine and she looked up at the ceiling, as if she was willing for the courage to say something. "How long can you stay out of New York?"

"As long as I want," I answered. "Being an owner of a business has its perks."

"Okay well this is going to sound crazy," Dani started, "but maybe you can come to LA with me."

I blinked. It did sound crazy. "What?"

She rolled her eyes, more at herself than at me. "Never mind. That was stupid. Let's pretend that I didn't ask that."

"No wait," I argued. "Why do you want me to come to LA with you?"

She shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. "You don't know what to do with your life, right? And New York City might be the city of dreams, but LA is the city of angels."

"Do you even believe in angels?" I countered, raising an eyebrow at her. She gave me a sly smile.

"You don't have to, of course. I just… I really have missed you Santana, for the past eleven years. It might always be the worst in July, but I haven't ever stopped missing you. And… I'd like to get to know you again," Dani told me. I smiled at the blonde, and she grinned at me. "So?"

"I guess I trust you enough," I joked, and she grinned wider.

"Let me call Davis back," she told me, "I have to tell him to make it two tickets on the flight tomorrow."

As she pulled out her phone, her eyes very clearly dropped down to my chest for a moment, but she pulled them away when she started calling Davis. I nearly smirked as my cheeks reddened.

I couldn't believe that I was actually going to go to LA with Dani.

Whaat whaat whaat! If I'm being completely honest, I didn't know that Santana was going to LA with Dani until I wrote this. I totally had a different direction to go, but when I was writing that phone call between Davis and Dani I was like YEA NOPE SANTANA HAS TO GO TO LA OK

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Possibly a RIMS update tonight, but don't count on it :( I need to get my sleeping schedule a little under control, just for this week, because I've gotta be up at 6 on Tuesday and on Saturday AND on Sunday, so I need to start trying to go to sleep earlier. Bleh. Not sure how I'm going to do that, considering that I took a two hour nap today lol... Yeah, so I'm a little sleep deprived :P I'll have ta figure out how to fix my sleep schedule ugh. I keep going to bed at 3 and waking up super late. Stahp Tana stahp!

I wrote a sort of sad scene before I posted this, and all of these sad songs were coming on my Pandora, and I nearly started crying okay ;_; I get way too emotional sometimes lol. I have a good excuse though, I'm PMSing yay me. Lol sorry for that TMI but you all know me, I have no shame in announcing such things. xP

Haha speaking of PMSing, I have a funny story! It's from a few months ago, before summer vaca. I may have told this story before on a different A/N, but ah well. So like at lunch last year, most of us at our table were girls, but there were two guys that sat with us everyday. But us girls would just start having super casual conversations about periods and tampons and pads and discussing our opinions on which are better etc etc... and the guys would actually like join in the conversations and one time, one of them said something like, "One day some girl is going to be asking a question about what kind of tampon is better and I'm going to be able to fully answer that question" and omg sorry it was so funny XD Actually it was probably funnier if you were there but it's so true bc yeah...

Told you, I tell TMI all the time. Speaking of that, though, if my friends ever read my A/Ns or something, they're probably going to be terrified about all of the stories I've told about them haha..

Sorry I've talked way too much! :P Have a great night my lovelies! Please review :)