A/N: Hey lovelies! I know, I'm totally going to get raged at for not updating so long, and for the fact that this chapter is so short... eh, but I'm here. I am so freaking sorry for leaving this story for so long. I had a severe case of writer's block. Best way to break out of it though, is to force myself to write apparently, because that's all it took.

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I braced myself, as Dani had previously advised, and it was probably for the best, because Davis looked way too enthusiastic when he entered Dani's apartment. "Oh my gosh," he said, and I tried not to smirk at how stereotypically gay he sounded. Dani and I exchanged a look that reminded me of us before she left. She knew exactly what it was that I was thinking about. "You're Santana?"

"Yes," I said, standing up and extending a hand to the guy. I was a little nervous to meet him, because he'd had Dani for most of the time that I hadn't had her.

"Davis," he returned, shaking my hand. "I'm sure that Dani has mentioned me."

"Oh yes," I answered, trying not to smirk again, "she has." I could practically see Dani biting her lip behind me, trying not to laugh. It was so weird that I knew exactly what kind of face she was making, even though I'd been around her not even three days since I saw her for the first time in eleven years.

Davis was determined to learn everything he could about me, which is why he, Dani and I talked for hours. When it started to get late, and Dani and I started to get tired, Dani shooed her still hyper best friend out of her apartment.

"I'm really sorry about him," Dani apologized, but I just shrugged off the apology. "He's sort of… like really enthusiastic. I'll make sure he doesn't wake us up in the morning."

"Please," I agreed. Dani chuckled, and then we both got up off the couch and she helped me unfold it out into a bed. She brought out some extra sheets and blankets that she had and started to put them on the mattress. "I've got it, Dani."

"You sure?" she asked, standing up straight and looking at me. I nodded, smiling. This felt so weird and surreal, and despite the fact that being around Dani was giving me this exhilarated feeling, I kind of wanted to have some alone time to think. "Okay. Goodnight."

"Night," I returned, and she smiled at me before heading to her bedroom. I sighed and collapsed onto the unmade bed. I closed my eyes and tried to wrap my mind around what was happening, but I ended up being relatively unsuccessful. Sighing, I got up off the bed and started to spread the sheets and blankets over it. I had my own pillow, and I placed it at the top of the bed.

I looked around the apartment, pinpointed which of the three doors was the bathroom, and grabbed some sweats and a tank and my toothbrush and makeup remover. Then I went into the empty bathroom. I wasn't sure if Dani had another bathroom connected to her bedroom, but just in case she didn't, I made sure to not take very long before going back out to the living area and curling up in my foldout bed after turning off the lights.

I took a deep breath as I closed my eyes and willed sleep to come and take over my head. Unfortunately, it didn't. I laid there, unable to stop thinking. I had no idea what was going to happen with this vacation thing I was taking in LA. Maybe it was just a way for me and Dani to become friends again so that we could text or talk without it being completely weird. Maybe that's all it would be.

But as I finally started to fall asleep, I suddenly didn't want to, because I knew that somehow, another memory was going to come over me. And right now, Dani was already completely on my mind, and I almost wanted a break.

No such luck, though.

It was the first day of third grade. Eight year old me wasn't in the mood to make any new friends, even though my Mami had been insistent that I needed to start making some real friends. She just didn't understand that it was hard for me to make friends. I wasn't always the nicest kid in school, because most people made me want to scream in rage. Yes, I was a pretty feisty eight year old.

I went into the school day assuming that it wasn't going to be much different from the past two grades. I went to my new classroom and sat in my new desk, going through my markers and pencils that I had ready for school.

A boy sat down at my table first, and I just glared at him when he tried to talk to me. Across from him, another boy sat down, and they both ignored me as they suddenly started talking. They already knew each other. Good for them.

Suddenly, a girl with light brown hair plopped down into the seat across from me. She looked just as bummed about starting third grade as I did, whereas most of the kids in the classroom seemed full of excitement. As she straightened out her own markers and pencils, I couldn't help but look up at her. Did she know that third grade wasn't going to be any better than first or second too? Was I not the only intelligent one in the classroom?

Her gaze rose to meet mine, and the expression on her face was something like confusion about why I was looking at her at all. "What's your name?" I asked her, going against my tradition of not talking to anyone on the first day of school.

She lifted her head completely now. "Dani," she answered. "What's yours?"

"Santana," I answered.

"That's a funny name," Dani commented, and my eyebrows furrowed. Why was my name funny?

"Not as funny as yours. Danny is a boy's name," I told her, crossing my arms.

"Well," she started, "so is Santana. My dad listens to songs by some guy named Santana."

I was glaring at her now.

"And Dani is short for Danielle anyway," Dani told me.

"So your name is Danielle?" I asked, though I wasn't sure why exactly I was still talking to her after she pointed out that my name was a boy's name.

"No," she answered, smiling at me. Why was she smiling at me? I didn't get it. "It's just Dani. But sometimes I pretend that it's actually Danielle."

"Why would you want to make your name longer?" I demanded. This girl was totally confusing my little head.

She shrugged and looked back down at her markers. "It sounds cool. Plus, like you said, Dani is sometimes a boy name."

I felt bad all of the sudden for saying that her name was a boy name. "Well, I actually kind of like your name," I admitted to her. She grinned at me, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Good, because I like your name," she told me.

Throughout the entire first day, whenever we were given time to talk, I talked to Dani. It was the first time that I'd ever immediately become friends with someone.

When I got home later, my Mami asked me, "How was your first day, Santana?"

"It was awesome! I met this girl name Dani, and she's really nice," I admitted smiling up at my Mami.

"Finally making some friends, then?" my Papi asked, walking into the room.

"Yes! She's my best friend," I told my parents seriously, and the smiled at me.

"We're going to have to invite her over then, aren't we?"

DANI

I was laying in my bed, tossing and turning. I couldn't sleep at all, knowing that Santana was sleeping just outside my room. I couldn't stop thinking about things. I thought about all sorts of things, like when my parents had to move houses in our small town, switching me to the only other elementary school in the town. Or, simpler terms, when I moved in next door to Santana and started going to school with her. That was probably one of the most important days of my life. If I hadn't sat across from her by some stroke of luck, I may never have been her friend.

I sighed as I tried to force myself to sleep. I wasn't sure that I was going to be able to sleep at all with Santana in my apartment, but I knew this was a good idea. If we had gone our separate ways, we may have texted a few times, but there wasn't a better way to break tension than by forcing ourselves to be around each other.

And I had to have the tension broken. I had to. Even if I ended up only being friends with Santana, I would be fine. I just couldn't go back trying to block her out of my mind. I just couldn't.

And I wouldn't. I wouldn't let us fall back to that.

Soooooooooooooooo I hope you enjoyed that :) I actually have the entire end of this story planned out, and we're looking at maybe 5 to 6 more chapters, hopefully longer than this one. I hope to finish it in December or January tbh, if I can completely break out of this Glee block I'm in. Been writing so much PLL and reading so much TVD fanfic that Glee has just been slipping through my fingers and over my head and in one ear and out the other, and I need to try way harder to push out of this block before it gets worse.

I hope you enjoyed the update, though, and I hope you'll send me a review of what you thought :) Also, if you tweet me at BrittzandTana on Twitter that you read this, I will follow you back AND give you a shoutout because that is how sorry I am for not updating sooner.

I'm about to go watch a movie (something I hate doing on Sundays before school but eh I'm going to do it anyway because I finished my homework and I wanna watch the movie), so I hope you all had a lovely Thanksgiving, at least my fellow Americans, and I hope everyone is having a wonderful day/night!

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