A/N: Sooooo... I know that I said 5 or 6 more chapters, but everytime I go back to write this, that number seems to drop. Which is why, I am finishing writing this story today. After this chapter, there will be 2 more. I have already written one of those 2, and I'm about to start writing the next. I think I'm going to post them all as soon as I write them, because I feel so horrible for taking so long with this story and losing inspiration... The main points that I wanted to happen will happen in the next three chapters, and the story will end on the exact note I wanted it to. It's just a little more condensed than normal.
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"Don't tell me that you shop on Rodeo Drive?" I demanded, raising one of my perfect eyebrows at Dani.
The blonde just smiled as we walked along the sidewalk, passing dozens of the crazy, expensive stores that I could only dream of shopping in one day. "No, I don't," Dani finally admitted. "But one day, I will. Therefore, I find it perfectly reasonable for me to want to get used to being here."
"So, you spend your free days walking along Rodeo Drive. Noted," I said, not able to keep the smile off of my face. Over the past few days, I'd gotten much more comfortable around my former best friend and lover. It seemed almost plausible that we might one day reach that point again. "So, why am I here?"
"Excellent question," Dani teased, not giving me an answer one way or the other. I let out a small sigh, but my smile didn't disappear for even a second as I continued to follow her along the sidewalk.
Suddenly, Dani's phone rang out, causing the blonde to heave a sigh deeper than the one I had just let out. She always seemed much less bubbly whenever our time together was interrupted, which I reasoned was totally legitimate. Dani seemed to want to make up for every moment that we didn't get to spend together in the years that she was in California, and I was struggling to completely forget her in New York.
Dani took her phone from her pocket and answered it with an annoyed, "Yes?"
I watched as her expression slipped from annoyed to exasperated.
"Are you serious? Didn't we just do that like… last week?" Dani demanded. Her eyes suddenly lit up and sparkled slightly. "Really, that much?" After listening to something said on the other line, her dark eyes suddenly jumped up and looked at me. She tore her gaze away seconds later, though. "Davis, no. I'm so done with that shit, no matter what. No, seriously. I am not kidding. Wait, you what?" Shaking her head, her scowl turned into a softened expression, and her cute pink lips turned up into a small smile. "Remind me why I'm friends with you?"
I couldn't figure out what Dani was freaking out about, but I imagined that it couldn't be too bad if she was now smiling about it. There was not doubt, of course, that it was Davis on the line, and I was pretty sure that they were too good of friends to every really get mad at each other.
"Yeah, fine, whatever," Dani gave in to her best friend. "Yes, we'll see you soon."
"What's up?" I asked in a careful voice as Dani hung up the phone and slipped it back into her pocket.
The blonde gave me a sly smile, one that made my stomach drop, and answered, "We get to attend a party tonight. At my apartment." I quirked up an eyebrow at her, and she shrugged and shook her head. "Davis is so weird. Come on, we can stroll through Rodeo Drive and wish we were rich and famous anytime. Davis wants me to pick up champagne."
"What are we celebrating?" I wondered, following her back to where she parked on an adjacent street.
Dani looked back at me and smiled. "My song going up fifty places in the ratings."
My eyes widened. "Wow, congratulations! It's… really good, to say the least."
DANI
I opened the door to my apartment to reveal a get together that looked as though it had been going on for an hour already. Santana right behind me, I stepped all the way in and was immediately bombarded by my best friend, who grabbed me in a hug before stealing the champagne away from me.
I just let out a laugh as he started pouring three glasses, passing one to me and one to Santana afterward, who looked a little bit shocked at the party happening in my little apartment. Honestly, I'd been used to it for years. Davis loved to squeeze penthouse sized parties into little spaces, and he was relatively good at it, too, considering that no parties ever crossed the threshold into my bedroom.
Davis lifted his glass to start a toast to everyone in the room, blabbing on about something having to do with my song and the ratings and how I couldn't have done it without him—and everyone else in the room, as a side note—and then everyone finally toasted. At that point, I was done with champagne and ready for liquor, mostly because the fact that Santana was here, surrounded by a ton of people that I knew, and it was making me extremely uncomfortable.
Honestly, I sort of ditched Santana with Davis to sneak into the kitchen and pour myself a shot, which I took down while no one was looking at me or congratulating me. Then, I took another one and hid the liquor and the shot glass before rejoining Santana, who looked completely alienated and nervous. My already slightly buzzed brain allowed myself to note that it was actually super cute, seeing her nervous.
"I'm really sorry about this," I apologized as I approached the Latina, smiling an apologetic smile. "Davis is quite the party animal, and I don't think he knows how to not party."
Santana managed a smile, which made me smile in turn. "Don't worry about it. It's not like this week hasn't been weird already anyway."
I nodded slowly in agreement. "Sorry it's been so weird. Or… sorry I'm weird and made you come here with me."
"You didn't make me do anything," Santana reminded me, and I just gave her a small smile. "Do you have anything besides champagne, though?"
Giving her a smile that made her blush slightly, I turned around and headed back to my kitchen, her on my heel. There, I poured two shots and took mine down as she took one back as well. She was watching me carefully though as I poured us more, like she was wondering when I started liking shots, or maybe how many I'd had already. Then, down went number four. I would've been lying if I said that after the last few days, she was still making me completely nervous. And maybe these shots were to take that edge off a little, at least for a little while.
Santana seemed to notice that I'd already had more than two, so she poured herself a third and didn't pour me another. I watched her curiously as she took it back, and then looked at me like she was wondering if she'd caught up yet. I just took the bottle from her and poured her another shot. She took it quickly, her face pinching up as she barely handled the taste of the liquid. Then she raised an eyebrow and I, taking a chance, poured us both another round.
"Are you trying to drink something away?" she asked me cautiously, and I didn't answer as I threw back the shot. "Dani…" I shrugged, and she seemed to get the message, taking back her fifth shot as well. Before I could do anything stupid, though, she stole the bottle of alcohol and put it back into the cabinet I had retrieved it from.
I found myself getting lost in the roomful of people—most of which stopped me to congratulate me or compliment the party, which of course I had no part in planning. It wasn't until probably an hour or two after Santana and I had arrived that I finally slipped into my room unnoticed and let myself collapse onto my bed. I already felt like shit from drinking and knowing that Santana probably saw me stumbling around made me feel even shittier.
It wasn't long until someone else entered my bedroom, and I looked up to see Santana hesitantly coming through the door. "Are you okay?" she asked me.
My eyes were stuck on her, and I felt a familiar tension rising in between us. I slowly stood from my bed. "You don't have to stand on the threshold, you can come inside the room."
Santana walked in and closed the door behind her. I stared straight at her, debating whether to make a huge mistake or to just continue being a good girl.
As alcohol took over my mind, I took another step forward, about to make huge mistake, and slammed my lips against hers.
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