Disclaimer: I do not own anything as always. Music credits at the bottom.

A/N: The top 100 they're doing is a mixture between the 2009 (end of the year) billboard and top 100 club music lists. Thank you all for being patient with me. Also, confused? Tell me, I'll see what I can do to fix it.

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Chapter 20 New Years (Santana and TG)

TG was worried, Laura had volunteered and took off to tell Santana that it was time to come down and her friend didn't have the nickname "Talon" for no reason. Her penchant for knives had earned her that. If it had been anyone else in the group she had gone to fetch she wouldn't have been so anxious but the problem was that Laura didn't like Santana, tolerated, yes. Liked, no. And that, TG reflected, had been her fault. Back before Santana had rescued Blaine, Laura had asked her if there was anybody at school that might give her trouble for being mute. Santana's name had been on that short list of people. And although Santana had proven herself a decent person, if not a good one, Laura had never warmed to the girl. When TG had realized this, she'd taken great pains not to leave them alone together. Not for Laura's sake but rather for Santana's. If they ever was a fought there was a high chance that Santana would either end up dead or at least gravely injured. Hopefully, Santana didn't do anything to provoke Laura. At that moment, Santana walked out onto the stage. TG breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to see Laura behind her. Laura smirked and TG shook her head. Sometimes, she could swear, Laura liked to play around with her nerves. Laura stood there a moment longer looking for an answer, TG nodded, signaling that it was time to let people into the club room. It was time for the club section to open but it would be another hour before it was time to open the performance space. Now… where had James gotten to?

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Santana waited in the back of the room waiting for her cue to begin. She could see Emily on stage addressing the crowd.

"Welcome everybody to tonight's performances! My name is Sparky and I'll be your host for the evening. It's time for the countdown from the top one-hundred songs of the year. But before we begin, I would like to remind you to have fun, dance, and don't drive home drunk! Now before we start on the songs. SO! LET'S! GET! THIS! PARTY! STARTED!"

That was Santana's go.

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From TG's vantage point on the right side of the stage, it was clear that Santana nailed it, and of course Blaine would kill the second verse. TG chuckled as Santana flirted with a regular as she made her way from the back of the room to the stage. There was no doubt that she was a natural. TG ran her fingers through her hair anxiously; she still had doubts about how her performances were received. It had only been a year since Santana had dragged her out on stage and it was still nerve-racking. A firm hand squeezed her shoulder reassuringly; TG didn't have to turn around to know it was Laura. Only one person in this club could express so much to her with just a touch. TG relaxed slightly and her nervousness recede to a bearable level. Laura was right she could do this. After all it was fun, a half grin escaped her, let's do this.

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The intro song finished and Santana and the band jumped right into Surreal. One after another the music was sung and danced through solos, duets, trios, and the occasional quartet. The songs that would be remembered by the attendees that night were Santana and Blaine's humorous rendition of Pink's Please Don't Leave me, Blaine's version of Taylor Swift's Love Story, and Santana's performance of Celebrate by Madonna. As the final notes of the night's entertainment faded, a projecting screen was lowered into view as midnight approached only minutes away. Everyone watched the hanging ball waiting for clocks to signal the midnight hour. Seconds ticked away as it got closer to the time, so did the crowds' chant. Emily got back out on stage and joined in, her voice booming through the speakers.

"Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six." Thank God this night was finally over. "Five! Four! Three! TWO! ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Confetti fell from the ceiling as the ball dropped. The cheering was deafening, no one in the five blocks surrounding the club could have doubted that it was the first of the New Year. The beginning of 2010. And once the crowd had settled to a manageable noise level, Emily announced the last, unscheduled, performance of the evening.

"Closing the live performances tonight," said Emily's voice with a hint of mischievousness in it. She would have never done this if she had to attend the same school as Santana. "Fallen singing Out Tonight from my personal favorite musical RENT!"

The projecting screen went up revealing Santana behind it, who was there to make sure that it didn't accidently come crashing down. If she was surprised by the announcement, she hid it well. Woops and hollers from the crowd was an obvious sign that they weren't going to just let her leave. So, signaling for her mic to be turned back on she sang the song in it's entirety before heading, apparently calmly, off stage.

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{Lia}r TG told Emily as Santana became the center of attention.

"It's New Years, I gotta have fun sometime," she responded cheekily.

TG shook her head, beneath that sweet, bubbly, patient, energetic personality of this girl was a hidden mischievous streak that came out every so often, usually directed at her or Santana. Emily pulled her into a hug. TG stiffened and then relaxed, honestly she used to hate this.

"Better," Emily said. "I'll break you of that yet." TG rolled her eyes. "Soon enough you'll be giving hugs," Emily remarked "See you in a week." TG decided right then that she would not be telling Emily about hugging Brittany of her own volition. "If she asks," said Emily referring to Santana "I'm already gone."

"Where is she?" demanded Santana tiredly a few minutes later.

{Gone, I think. Went home}

"I'm going to bed," Santana said deciding that it wasn't worth the time it would take to go after Sparky.

{Good idea} TG told her, she too wanted to sleep but unfortunately she had a few more things to take care of before handing the reins over to Laura. I may join you later. Santana left heading upstairs to her room.

TG checked on the status of the club, oversaw the shift change, saw the majority of the club goers home, and the janitorial staff come in to clean the performance space before it was finally time for her to go to bed. It six hours more than she thought it would take, making it almost seven in the morning. Yawning she finally made her way up the same stairs Santana had climbed earlier. TG paused and checked in on James, her usual partner in crime. He was sleeping soundly without care, almost like the angel he wasn't. TG stifled a laugh which evolved into a yawn. She closed the door quietly; he was always forgetting to keep it shut. He was so unlike his mother. Her watched beeped telling her that it was 7:00. That's right, it's this day, in the ruckus of the night she'd forgotten. Taking the watch out carefully, her hand closed around it. Someone looking at it would have never guessed that it was hers. For one it was too big, the watch where the numbers shown was too proportionally big for her. Secondly, it was hardly a style one would associate with such a young girl, the strap was made of some kind of leather but it was so worn from wear that one of the bands had fallen off and the other one was just holding on. It was a man's watch, not a females, not one fit for a girl but still she had it. Her hand closed around it like it was the most precious thing in the world. Sighing from both exhaustion and a tinge of sadness, TG bypassed her room door and headed to the roof. That would be where Santana would find her 10 minutes later.

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Santana yawned, not bothering to even try to be quiet. She was exhausted but as of yet there was no real sleep that had graced this room tonight. Snatches of fitful sleep plagued Santana. Perhaps it was the evening's excitement, maybe the adrenaline was still coursing through her veins, or maybe, or, and this was much more likely, something hated her enough to not let sleep happen. Groaning she rolled over, seven-ten? Sun rose around now right? She sighed, if she couldn't sleep, she might as well go see that. Grabbing a blanket to keep warm she set off to the roof.

TG was already there on top of the building that housed the stairway down looking off into the distance. Santana noted that TG looked as tired as she felt. Taking a seat beside the girl, she wrapped the blanket around them both. TG jumped at the sudden warmth having just gotten accustomed to the cold, nearly falling off before Santana steadied her. That was weird; usually the younger girl had a better grasp on her surroundings. Santana almost asked what was wrong, but something in the way TG's face looked stopped her. So instead, Santana just sat there and kept the girl warm.

Later when the sun just started to rise, Santana became aware that sometime I the last hour, TG had fallen asleep. Looking down, it struck Santana just how young the girl truly was. A scuff from a boot caught Santana's attention and she carefully turned to see the new arrival. Had it been any other time, or if the newcomer had worn her usual look, Santana would have stiffened. In her experience Talon had three modes of emotion; apathy, pissed off, and faint amusement. Even toward her brother. But tonight it was, Santana couldn't quite name it, it was just different. Talon sat down on the other side of TG completely ignoring Santana's presence. It appeared that the cold didn't faze her, she was wearing worn jeans and a leather jacket over what Santana would guess was a shirt, no shoes though she noted. Talon just sat there and gazed at the sunrise. TG stirred and shifted, unconsciously moving from Santana's shoulder to Talon's. Santana couldn't help but feel like she was intruding on something. She got up quietly and made to leave.

"You can stay," stated a low voice.

"No," Santana declined equally quiet before climbing down the ladder. Santana could have sworn that she heard the words "thank you" but dismissed it, she would never hear that from this person. After all, what was she even being thanked for? Yawning she cloed the door behind her, it was time for sleep.

A/N: On January 1st of 2010 in Lima,Ohio the sun rose at about 8:01am (look, I do research!)

Music Credits: Get the Party Started by Pink. Surreal is by John O'Callaghn (mis) featuring Jaren. Please Don't Leave me by Pink. Love Story by Taylor Swift. Celebrate by Madonna.

If you guys want the lists and who sings what as well as who in this Glee universe sings what I can post it.

The roof:

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