A/N: Heyooo! Wrote up another chapter of this story in about an hour an a half. Seriously, I have so much inspiration for this!

As you were all waiting for, here is Dani at santana's house... :3

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There was a soft knock on the door downstairs, and Santana felt her heart begin to race. Chill, Santana. She's just at your house. Nothing is going to happen, even if she is gay. She's a senior, you're a junior. So stop thinking like that.

Santana went downstairs, thanking the heavens that her parents weren't here, and opened the front door. Dani stood there, smiling at her. "Hey," Santana said, feeling awkward, even though they had only been talking on the phone just a moment ago.

She let Dani inside and closed the front door behind her. "Nice house," Dani commented, looking around. "It's bigger than most of the ones here."

"My dad's a doctor," Santana offered up for explanation. "Are you hungry?"

"Not really. I sort of lost my appetite talking to my mom," Dani admitted to the Latina, who nodded in understanding.

Santana led Dani upstairs to her room, where the blue-haired girl plopped down on Santana's bed. Danielle Taylor is sitting on my bed. Calm down, Lopez.

Dani was looking curiously around the room as Santana tried to casually stand there. She didn't know why she felt so uncomfortable in her own bedroom, but it likely had something to do with those dark colored eyes scanning around it.

Dani's eyes caught on an acoustic guitar that was standing in the corner of Santana's bedroom. "Do you play?" she asked immediately.

Santana shook her head. "My dad got that for me a couple years ago, and I tried to learn, but I got bored. Why, do you play?"

"Yeah. It's my passion before singing," Dani explained, still looking at the guitar. "Can I use it? I usually don't play other guitars besides mine, just because it feels so alien I guess, but I think yours is almost identical to mine."

"Definitely," Santana replied, and as Dani stood to go get the guitar, Santana allowed herself to sit on one side of her bed. She was feeling a little less awkward now, and she was really excited to hear Dani play. When the blue-haired girl had gotten the guitar off of its stand, she brought it back to the bed and sat there so that she was facing Santana. Propping the guitar up on her leg, she strummed all of the strings to be sure it was tuned before she looked up at Santana.

"What do you wanna hear me play?" she wondered.

"I don't know, what can you play?" Santana countered.

"A lot of stuff," Dani answered.

"Do you sing while you play?" the Latina asked curiously, remembering how amazing Dani's voice was in Glee today.

Dani shook her head. "No, not usually. I mean, I probably could... Then again, I'd probably mess up."

"You're not as confident as you first appear, you know?" Santana asked her with a chuckle.

Dani raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't aware that I ever appear very confident anyway."

"Really?" Santana asked, genuinely surprised. "You walk more confidently than even Quinn, which is saying something big."

"Huh, I guess I didn't notice," Dani muttered, looking down at the guitar. She seemed embarrassed or something, and Santana suddenly felt bad for saying whatever it was that she said wrong.

"It's not a bad thing," Santana insisted.

"I guess you're right," Dani returned. "Now, you have to think of something for me to play. And you can sing, if you want."

"I can't think of anything," Santana admitted with a light laugh.

"Okay, I have one," Dani decided. "Sing along."

She began to play, and Santana caught on to what the song was immediately, and she began to sing.

"I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart,

But you came around and you knocked me off the ground,

From the start.

You put your arms around me,

And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go.

You put your arms around me and I'm home.

How many times will you let me,

Change me mind and turn around?

I can't decide if I'll let you save my life,

Or if I'll drown.

I hope that you see right through my walls,

I hope that you catch me,

Cause I'm already falling.

I'll never let our love get so close,

You put your arms around me and I'm home."

Santana tried to avoid looking at Dani's eyes, because this song said so many things. It wasn't her idea, though, so there could be no way that Dani thought that Santana meant any of this...

"The world is coming down on me and I can't find a reason to be loved.

I never wanna leave you but I can't make you bleed if I'm alone.

You put your arms around me,

And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go...

I hope that you see right through my walls,

I hope that you catch me,

Cause I'm already falling.

I'll never let our love get so close,

You put your arms around me and I'm home!"

Dani sang the background "home"s, and Santana found herself finally looking at those gorgeous brown eyes. Her voice was addictive.

Santana kept singing.

"I tried my best to never let you in to see the truth,

And I've never opened up,

I've never truly loved...

Till you put your arms around me,

And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go..."

Dani expertly played the guitar, hardly looking down at it as she did. Santana was very impressed by her playing.

Before Santana could start to sing again, Dani's voice rang out.

"I hope that you see right through my walls.

I hope that you catch me,

Cause I'm already falling!

I'll never let our love get so close,

You put your arms around me and I'm home!

You put your arms around me and I'm home..."

"Wow, you play amazingly," Santana complimented.

"I love your voice," Dani replied, looking baffled. "You sound way better than me."

"No, I don't," Santana argued, realizing that Dani hadn't heard her sing until that song. "But thanks."

"You sound like an angel," Dani whispered out, her eyes locked with Santana's. But she quickly blinked and looked down at the guitar. "I got my first guitar when I was in second grade. My grandma bought it for me. She told me to express myself through the music."

Santana tilted her head slightly, waiting for Dani to continue.

"I taught myself how to play, because my mom didn't want to pay for lessons. I've been playing ever since, though," Dani explained.

"Wow," is all Santana could get out.

Dani messed with the strings on the acoustic. "I could teach you to play if you wanted."

"Oh, no thanks. I'm not that interested in learning it, honestly," Santana admitted. "And I would never compare to you, anyway."

"Okay. You stick to singing, I'll stick to guitar," Dani agreed, smiling at the Latina.

"Oh, but you have to sing, too. Your voice is mesmerizing," Santana insisted. Dani quirked up an eyebrow, smirking, and Santana realized what the blue-haired girl was trying to do. "Oh fine, teach me how to play the thing."

Dani grinned, and Santana felt her breath catch in her through. "Okay!" She handed the guitar to the Latina and began to give her verbal instructions on how to play, pointing to certain strings at different times. But Santana started to get confused an hour or so after they started, and she huffed. "I'm never going to get this."

"You're just not sure enough of where your fingers need to be," Dani insisted with a shake of her head. She grabbed Santana's left hand and moved her fingers so that they were pressed onto the correct strings. A current of electricity seemed to travel through Santana's whole body at the touch, and she couldn't help the shiver that ran through her body. She just hoped that Dani hadn't noticed. "See, like this."

Santana tried again, now that her fingers were in the right spot, and found that she already sounded much better. "Oh, wow."

"Okay, now move your fingers here and here," Dani instructed, pointing at the strings. Santana did exactly what the senior said, but she already missed the feel of Dani's hand on her own.

Another hour later, and Santana was getting the hang of it. She finally set the guitar back on the stand, after Dani had approved her beginner skills. "Are you hungry now?" Santana asked. It was seven in the evening now. Santana knew her parents wouldn't be home for a while, still. Her mom was a nurse at the hospital, where her dad was also a surgeon. They usually worked early mornings and late nights, leaving Santana alone for most of the time.

"Yeah," Dani admitted.

"Let's make sandwiches or something," Santana suggested. Dani stood in agreement, and they left Santana's room and went downstairs into the kitchen. As she Santana opened the fridge to retrieve sandwich making ingredients, Dani sat herself down on a barstool at the kitchen bar.

"You know, you're the only friend I have that's younger than me, grade whys," Dani admitted.

"Well, age whys, I'm hardly younger than you. I'm seventeen," Santana told the blue-haired girl. "Although you thought I was fifteen going on sixteen."

Dani rolled her eyes. "No, I thought you were sixteen. And honestly, you can't have turned seventeen more than a couple months ago, so really I wasn't far off."

Santana chuckled. "Whatever. When do you turn eighteen?"

"May. Right before graduation," Dani replied unenthusiastically.

"What day?"

"Twenty-first. Is your birthday in August?" Dani wondered.

"Nope, September twenty-first," Santana answered. "I guess that makes us exactly four months apart."

"A couple months earlier and you'd be a senior," Dani told her.

Santana couldn't help but hear a tinge of sadness in Dani's tone. Was she as upset about the fact that since they were in two different graduating classes, it would be so hard for them to ever be together? Santana tried not to think about it.

"Yep, but here I am, a junior," Santana replied with a shrug. "But if I was a senior, I probably wouldn't have many friends. Most of the seniors here at the moment are druggies, honestly. The junior class is much smarter than most of them, just saying. I mean, you're the exception of course."

Dani shrugged. "Some of the seniors here seem nice. But..."

"But?"

DDD

Dani looked into Santana's eyes. She didn't want to say the wrong thing, or anything that would lead to something more. But... at the same time, she did. Unfortunately, this very conversation screamed that there was no way that Dani and Santana could ever be... something.

"But I haven't really connected with any of them," Dani finally answered, dropping her eyes to look at the counter. Suddenly, a sandwich appeared below her face, and she looked up and smiled Santana, who was now coming around to sit down at the bar with Dani. "Thanks."

"No problem."

Dani had so many things she wanted to say to the Latina running and swirling through her head. But she couldn't... she'd just met Santana that morning, even though it felt like a week or more already. She'd never been so immediately honest with someone... not ever.

Santana asked Dani a question before the blue-haired girl could sort out her thoughts enough to say something, "So why am I allowed to call you Dani?"

"What do you mean?" Dani asked carefully.

"Well, you didn't tell anyone else to call you Dani. They all call you Danielle," Santana commented.

"Oh, yeah," Dani started, "my grandma, the one who bought me the guitar when I was in second grade, she gave me that nickname a few months before she died, when I was twelve. It's just really special to me, and only a few people are allowed to call me it."

"Okay, so why me?" Santana wondered. "You... you just met me."

"It's like I said before. I trust you more than I probably should," Dani admitted.

Dani bit her lower lips nervously. She felt like maybe this was information that she should be withholding from the Latina. "Same here," Santana answered, to Dani's relief. "You're the first person I've ever told about... Brittany."

"Why not Quinn? Isn't she your best friend?"

"I don't trust her with something like that. She's a huge gossiper, and she and I have an unstable relationship. We're always mad at each other, even as best friends," Santana explained.

"Well how about Rachel and Kurt? You seemed to be pretty close with them in theater," Dani suggested.

"I could probably trust them... but I don't. Not yet anyway. I don't trust anyone, really," Santana admitted sadly. "Brittany kind of shattered me. There's still not much holding me together in some aspects. Trust, love... I'm not sure I'll be able to do either of those things again."

"You can always try," Dani pointed out.

Santana shook her head. "No, I can't. I've already realized by now that love doesn't exist. Or, true love doesn't at least. Nothing can prove that wrong to me now."

Dani felt her heart ache as she looked at Santana longingly. She wanted nothing more than to lean forward and press a sweet kiss to the Latina's lips, but she knew that she couldn't. Santana didn't believe in love. Dani was the opposite, she believed in love ahead of everything else. Love was what kept her going everyday. Whether for music, or a person, or a thought. "Oh."

Santana looked at Dani, and Dani averted her eyes immediately. She didn't want Santana to see her reaction to that statement. She might realize that Dani liked her, and that couldn't happen. "I-I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Dani insisted, looking up and smiling at the Latina. "We all have our beliefs. I'm not sure there's anything that could break my belief in love. But I've never had what happened to you, happen to me, so I wouldn't know."

"Well, you're amazing anyway, love is sure to come to you," Santana reasoned. Dani felt her heart clench. Why was this so painful? She had only just met Santana that morning.

"If that reasoning were true, than you would have love, too," Dani whispered out to the Latina. "You're pretty awesome, Santana, but I don't think that you realize it."

"I'm not," Santana argued, shaking her head. "I'm a bitch, I'm selfish, I—"

"You're not," Dani argued.

Santana looked at Dani sadly. "You don't need to defend me, Dani. You've known me for a day, you hardly know me."

"And yet at the same time, I know you better than your best friend knows you," Dani answered sadly. "I should probably head home, before Becca flips out."

"Okay," Santana replied, avoiding Dani's eyes. Dani felt a longing and a sadness in her heart. She hated this feeling. She needed to get over this as soon as possible.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Dani promised, forcing a smile at Santana, who forced one back.

SSS

Dani felt all too close to, and yet way too far away from Santana. After what Dani had said to her, Santana was almost ready to believe in love again. Don't, Santana. It doesn't end well, remember?

Unfortunately, she did remember. But as she longingly watched Dani walk out of her house, she didn't care what happened in her past. She knew that she should jump up, should stop Dani and tell her that. But she was a bitch, and she was selfish, and she knew that if she was with Dani, she couldn't afford to be selfish. Dani would leave after this year, Santana knew that. And so she stayed glued to her seat at the bar and let her heart long for that girl who already seemed to have wiggled her way closer to Santana's heart than anyone had ever been.

Song was Arms by Christina Perri. Not sure if I said it in chapter 3... the song used for Dani's Glee audition was Skyfall by Adele. (did I say that before? lol)

I hope you guys liked this. The next two chapters should be coming shortly, but I warn you that while they both made sense to me, they feel sort of all over the place. Cut me some slack though when you read the next two chapters... I wrote this chapter and those two all in a matter of six hours, sitting downstairs with my nephews and family running around and crazy holiday stuff going on lol.

Almost said "goodnight" but it's only 2PM. Feels late though, I'm so tireeed. Meh.

I'm not sure that I'll update this tomorrow, but for any Dreamers reading this, I WILL update When Dreams Come True tomorrow MORNING! Morning my time, like earlier than this update was. I'm doing that specifically for my readers in Europe, since it's 5 and 6 hours ahead of me there, and I want you all to be able to read it before New Years lol. I don't know how that works out with Australian readers lol.. :S

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