Escape by Rupert Holmes

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The dim light for my iPad was the only illumination throughout our bedroom. It was ten o'clock and there was no hope for me falling asleep anytime soon. This was a normal thing for me lately. Staying up later than her, playing on my iPad until I finally succumbed to sleep, that was my routine. I'd play a few game until I got bored then started browsing the web, going on tumblr or reddit, there was the occasional watching of porn because well I wasn't getting any from her and I have needs. Then there was my guilty pleasure; Craig's list. Yes it was scummy, but some of those personal ads were hilarious.

So there I sat browsing Craig's list trying to hold in my giggles of desperate men and women trying to find "company" for the night. Glancing over she was still asleep on the far opposite side of the bed, curled up on her side facing away from me. Her raven hair sprawled out across the pillow. Returning to my search when I realized I hadn't awoken her up in the slightest. I slowed my scrolling when a particular title caught my eye. "Do you like Pina Coladas?" It wasn't like any of the others I had read. I was compelled to open it.

Looking for a lovely lady...

If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
If you're not into yoga or have half a brain.
If you like making love at midnight.
I'm the lady you've looked for, write to me, and escape.

I read the ad several times. I know it was kind of mean but I hadn't thought of Santana once while I read the personal ad. To be frank we had fallen into this same old dull routine. The first five years of marriage were amazing…the last five years haven't been all that great. We were going to be thirty this year, marrying when we were 19 and so madly in love. I couldn't give you an exact time when started falling out of this extremely lovely dovey couple who couldn't keep their hands off of each other. But it happened. And I missed it.

Yes we occasionally kissed; but it was a quick peck or two in the morning while we got ready for work and right before bed. I can't even recall the last time we actually had sex, that's how long it had been. We hardly even cuddled in bed anymore, never went on random dates. We just went to our respective jobs and usually had takeout for dinner before watching a tv show in silence and then it was off to bed.

My finger hovered over the reply button until I finally clicked on it. I'm really not much of a poet per say. But the playful words just flowed onto the page.

Yes, I love Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
I'm not much into health food, I am into champagne.
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon, and cut through all this red tape.
At a bar called O'Malley's, where we'll plan our escape.

- Lovely Lady

The minute I hit the send button I turned off my iPad, just sitting in the dark. Holy crap that actually just happened, I wrote this person back, some random ass person I had never met before and set up some rendezvous for tomorrow. My heart was racing but not from nerves…I was kind of excited. This was the first time in years I had this thrill back in my life. I glanced at the lump of Santana's body sleeping next to me. One side of me feels guilty for what I had just done, the other side it just felt complete right, oddly. Surprisingly I fell asleep quickly that night, not dwelling on the event that just happened.

In the morning I woke up to the spot next to me empty and I heard the shower on. Santana was already up and getting ready for work as usual. I went about my own routine. Starting the coffee and getting us some breakfast. I tried not to look her in the eye as we ate in silence. Looking her in the eye I was afraid she'd be able to see what I feeling, which was excitement about my meeting with this mysterious woman. That message last night had an impact on me; I can't even explain it properly. If any of my friends or family found out about this, they would be so upset. It wasn't like I was going to cheat on Santana; I just needed someone to talk to see if there was a spark. If by some miracle there was, then Santana and I would have to have a long hard talk about our future.

"You're not working today, right?" Santana's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Right."

"Okay, have a good day." She kissed me on top of the head briefly before gathering up her stuff to leave.

"You too." Santana walked out the door without a second glace back at me.

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It was fifteen minutes before noon and I sat in the bar at a table in the middle of the room. I sat on the stool facing the doorway. Anxiously I tapped my fingers on the class of my virgin Pina Colada, figured it was fitting so she would know it was me, not that there were many woman in this bar at noon. My eyes continued to look up at the clock, watching the time tick closer to twelve.

The clock was now past noon and I wasn't sure if I should be relieved or disappointed. But I continued to wait there with high hopes. My heart skipped a beat as the door opened and a woman walked into the bar. I knew her smile in an instant. Those deep brown eyes and perfect dimples that showed as she smiled. It was Santana.

Our eyes locked and she walked directly over to me. "It's you." She said as the curve of her lips curled into a smirk before we both started chuckling as she sat down across from me.

We just stared at each other for a minute. I waved to the waitress, signaling for her to bring the other drink over that I had ordered when I first arrived. "I never knew you liked Pina Coladas."

"It's a guilty pleasure." I tried not to frown, how had I not known that about her? I thought I knew everything about her.

"How did we get to this point Santana?"

The smile that had been on her face slowly faded. "I don't know. We just… fell out of sync."

"We did." We both thanked the waitress when she brought over another virgin Pina Colada for Santana. "Do you still love me?"

Santana looked me directly in the eye. "Of course I do."

"Then why the ad?"

She fiddled with the little umbrella in her drink. "I thought maybe if I met with this other woman I'd find that spark for you again."

I frowned. "I replied for the same reason." It took me a moment to get the next words out of my mouth. "So, what do you want to do then? Separate for a bit? Divorce? What's going on in your head?"

"I'm trying to figure out when we started drifting apart." Her hand reached over and began running her finger tips over my knuckles and stayed silent for second. "I just want to escape."

My heart dropped. She wanted a divorce. I pulled my hand back away from her and distracted myself by drinking my Pina Colada forcing myself not to cry over this. This moment had been in the back of my head for months and now is actually happening. I thought meeting some new different woman would give me a fresh start but now all I wanted was Santana and our perfect early marriage that I desperately missed.

"Brittany." Santana's soft voice brought my attention back to her.

I looked up and she slid her phone across the table. There on her phone was a confirmation email, two tickets two Crete. "Would you escape with me for a few weeks?" She asked taking my hand in hers. "I fresh start…just you and me. I don't want to lose you or us."

"I don't either." I began playing with her fingers.

"I love you… please come away with me."

"Of course I will." I couldn't help but smile brightly at her.

She got up quickly from her stool and walked over to me, cupping my face and kissed me deeply. I wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her close as her tongue brushed my lips. I eagerly opened my mouth allowing her access. A low moan escaped me when her tongue began to play with mine. I can't remember the last time we kissed like this. It sent shivers along my spine and goosebumps formed all over my body. Santana slowly pulled back allowing my lower lip to plop back into place.

"Wow." I breathed softly, Santana chuckled softly. "I can't remember the last time we kissed like that." I stared into her eyes.

Her thumb traced my swollen lips, neither of us cared that we were in the middle of a bar for all eyes to see. "I missed you." She pecked my lips. I couldn't help but laugh.

"I've missed you too." I smiled brightly. "When can we go on this escape of yours?"

"Any time you want." Santana began to trace her fingertips up and down my forearm, giving me more goosebumps that only Santana ever could give me. "It's an open ticket."

"I love you." I kissed her softly.

"Shall we Mrs. Lopez?" She held her hand out for me to take.

I giggled, "we shall." I took it eagerly.

She gave my hand a reassuring squeeze as we walked out of the bar. This was the first time in a long while that I actually felt that Santana and I were going to be okay. She held my hand tightly. I couldn't help but grin widely. I missed her. I missed this. Just being close with her. I couldn't wait to escape and try to rekindle our marriage that we both were missing.

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A/N: Soooo this wouldn't leave my head so I just had to get it down on paper. If you don't know this song you might know it as 'The Pina Colada Song', I've been listening to the Guardian's of the Galaxy soundtrack a lot lately, lol.

In another note, I'm still working on TWC the next chapter is over half way done! Also you may have seen LAM has been taken down from I'm currently in the editing process to change it into an original novel. Thanks for all the support many of you have expressed in either PM or on my tumblr. Hopefully I'll have some news on that venture for you soon!

Until the next time!

~Quest