HEY GUYS IT'S ME AGAIN! Haha, so I'd just like to say a massive THANKS to everyone who has added this story to their favourite storys/story alerts, it means a lot! so anyway, I prefer the first chapter to this one, but I'll let you guys decide:) also, to everyone looking forward to more of somebody that i used to know and you got your smile, you're in for bad news, cos I'm not updating either, and I'll probably delete them both. sorry! anyway, enjoy+review please! xxx

The first thing Santana usually saw when she woke up was a man, and this morning was no exception. The Latina stared at the still sleeping body, desperately trying to remember his name. What was it...? She had a feeling it was something like Lewis or Louis, but then it could just as easily be something like Reginald. Although Santana had a feeling she would never even think of sleeping with a Reginald.

She very carefully climbed out of bed and slipped out of the room, not before grabbing her iPhone on the way out. She flicked the slide to unlock button and noticed it was already 10:34am. Santana groaned. She was meant to be having lunch with Britt today at 12:30, but to be honest, she couldn't be bothered. She just wanted to relax until tonight-she and Britt-Britt were going out for a girl's night on the town, to celebrate her album reaching number one. They would've done it last night, which was the night the album charts were announced, but Brittany had to stay extra late at the dance studio to help choreograph some steps with Juliet. Juliet had a soft spot for Brittany; not only was she sweet and lovable, but also an incredible dancer, probably the best in the crew. However, Juliet was still pretty forceful with her eating healthily, even though Britt had a mega fast metabolism.

Santana heard the man (whose name she still couldn't remember!) rolling over and sighing deeply. Santana hoped he woke up soon-she hated having her conquests stay so late, because she was paranoid the paps would start arriving outside in her street, just waiting to get a new front page story. She could see it now-'GOOD GIRL GONE BAD' with hers and the man's face plastered across the page. No doubt he'd sell the story, and probably exaggerate what they got up to.

Santana waited another five minutes, until she realised this guy was not going to get up on his own.

"Hey, move it!" She yelled. The man shot up, eyes wide. When he realised it was only the Latina, his open mouth slowly dissolved into a lazy smile.

"Oh, hey babe," He croons. She rolls her eyes.

"Move it, asshole, or the paps will get a new story," The man jumped out of bed and tugged on his clothes. Santana wasn't going to lie, this dude was hot, but no way was she calling him for a hook up.

"Okay, honey, keep ya thong on," He drawled. Santana was getting sick and tired of his lame-ass attempts to seduce her.

"What's your name again?" She asked suddenly. His smile dropped completely and he muttered 'Liam' before leaving, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Santana stifled a laugh. That definitely stopped the creep in his tracks!

Her phone started ringing and vibrating. She smiled a little when she saw the caller ID-Britt-Britt.

"Hey!" Santana says cheerfully. She lay back on her bed, pedalling her legs in the air.

"Sanny! Hey baby! You're still coming today right? And tonight?" Brittany liked to know that people were definitely coming to events, else it distresses her. She likes to be in control of things and know what's going on.

"Of course, hon, you know I am. I wouldn't miss it for the world. Listen, baby, I gotta go now, meant to be calling my agent 'bout this upcoming magazine interview or something. Remember that I love you, Britt!"

"Okay, I love you too Sanny, so, so much! Bye!"

Santana hung up the phone and placed it on her bedside table. She sighed deeply. When she said 'I love you' to Brittany, she meant it as a best friend thing. However, she had a sneaking feeling that when Brittany said it, she meant it as a lover thing. Something Santana was dreading. She hadn't given the blonde any misleading signals. They hadn't ever kissed, Santana made sure of that. Brittany had a thing of falling for her close friends, and they are often not reciprocated, and Santana just couldn't break poor Britt's heart, she was so innocent and fragile. Breaking her heart would be like breaking a puppy's skull-it was just not humanly possible to do without feeling unbearable guilt for the rest of your life.

Santana turned onto her side, hugging her pillow. It smelt like her hair did-coconuts. She loved it; it really relaxed her and helped her sleep, even with some random dude kicking her in the night time. She sighed into it and closed her eyes. She was actually pretty tired and couldn't help but drift off.

But her sleep wasn't a blissful one, oh no. She was having this awful dream. It started off great; she and Quinn had just moved into their new house. But then it skipped to a month later and Santana walked in on Rachel and Quinn in bed together, which was ten times worse than the reality. Santana woke up and sat up. She was covered in cold sweat, her chest heaving. She glanced at the clock.

"Shit!" She yelled, as she had slept for an hour and a half. She had thirty minutes to wash, dress, make herself look half decent then get her ass down to the cafe. After a quick shower, she tugged on some distressed denim shorts, the cute t-shirt Brittany got her that had a pink unicorn on the front and dragged a brush through her hair. She stared disparagingly at her reflection in the mirror-her hair was like some sort of bird's nest-and decided to tie it up.

Santana sprinted downstairs, pulling her Vans on as she went, very nearly falling on the stairs and breaking her neck. She reckoned it would take her about 10 minutes to get to the cafe, provided there were no fans ready to greet her.

"Fingers crossed,"

"I'm so sorry I'm late, baby girl!" Santana apoligized. Brittany sighed but Santana could hear the smile in the blonde's voice.

"Don't be, San, you've been working so hard lately, and you deserved a good rest. I'm sorry I had to go back to the studio, but Juliet was pretty forceful."

Santana slipped into a seat, her iPhone still pressed to her ear. She smiled at Candice, who returned it.

"No, it's okay Britt-Britt," She took a deep breath. She shouldn't say this but..."I love you, babe," She grimaced, waiting on baited breath for her reply. What if she suddenly declared her undying love for Santana? Oh God, Oh God...

"Love you too, Sanny. I gotta go now, Juliet's giving me evils. Bye," Santana knitted her eyebrows in confusion. Brittany sounded...different? Not as cheerful or joyful, no, not at all. She didn't squeal in their whole conversation, and seemed slightly guarded. About what, Santana didn't know. All she knew was Britt was pretty blunt when she said 'bye'. She usually begged Santana not to go, despite Juliet practically wrestling the phone from her. What was up with her?

"Oh, bye," Santana sighed, but Britt had already hung up, further fuelling Santana's beliefs that something was most definitely up with her best friend.

However, before she could dwell more on the matter, Candice bounded over, a grin plastered on her freckly face.

"Hey Santana! Where's our favourite blonde?" Santana smiled, but when Candice said favourite blonde, she couldn't help but picture Quinn's face, which made her feel sad, guilty and kinda angry.

"Oh, um, she's gotta practice,"

"Okay, honey, so what can I get ya?"

Santana peered down at her menu.

"What's the greasiest, fattiest meal on your menu? Whatever it is, I'd like that please,"

Santana was just starting to tuck into her bacon cheeseburger (which was practically oozing grease by the way) when someone caught her eye. They weren't even trying to catch her attention; they were just stood on the other side of the street, staring around, as if they were lost. Another person came up behind them and took their arm, as if to reassure them. Santana had to take a second look. Was that...? No, Santana, don't be stupid! It wasn't! It couldn't be! It was.

Santana started to hyperventilate. What the hell was she doing here, in NY? She was meant to be in England, as a lawyer or something. That's what she had, anyway. But here she was, in all her glory, her gorgeous blonde hair a little bit shorter, her creamy skin practically shining.

Quinn Fabray was back.

But that wasn't the only thing Santana was surprised at. Because the person who was holding Quinn's arm was Britt.

Britt? Quinn? Santana thought, and immediately assumed the worst. Oh my God, are they dating? Britt couldn't do that to me! But that would explain why she acting so weird on the phone.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the vibrating of her phone. It was her agent.

"Hey, Nate," Santana spoke, a little breathlessly. She was still transfixed by the two blondes, but mainly Quinn.

"Yo, Lopez. So, that interview I was telling you about? Most definitely on, my favourite Latina. So yeah, it's with RETRO magazine, tomorrow at 11am?" When Santana didn't reply, Nate repeated her name over and over again.

"What? Oh sorry, sure, sure, that's great, I'll be there. I gotta go Nate, urgently."

"What's up Lopez? Seen a ghost?" Nate laughed as his own unfunny joke before Santana continued.

"No, actually, just I've seen someone I know and I gotta speak to them," Before Nate could say anything, Santana disconnected.

Brittany and Quinn crossed the road, till they were standing literally about five metres away from Santana. The only obstacle was the glass window. They had their backs to her, luckily; else she would've been spotted. When they started walking down the street, she panicked. She had to follow them, listen to their conversations. The only difficulty was that she was Santana freakin' Lopez, and no doubt there'd be fans just waiting to pounce. She decided to risk it-after all, Quinn had haunted her dreams ever since the 'incident'.

"Urm, Candice, I'm gonna leave my money on the table, cos I need to take this burger. I really need to urgently go," Santana left ten dollars on the table, flashing Candice a smile before running out, burger in hand.

She could see the two blondes up ahead. She quickly followed, still eating her burger (she made a mental note to exercise for an extra hour that evening). This carried on till about five minutes later, when Britt suddenly noticed an ice cream van. She ran over to it, Quinn watching in amazement at the girl's liveliness. Santana jumped into a taxi, and pulled out her wallet.

"I'll give you $100 if you just stay here till I say so, and then follow those two blonde girls if they move."

The taxi driver took the money and chuckled, shaking his head.

"Yes, mam."

Santana watched as Brittany talked animatedly to Quinn, taking a lick of her Mr Whippy ice cream in between sentences. Quinn was just stood there, with a blank look on her face. She looked pretty zoned out, which kinda made Santana angry. Why was she so bored, Britt-Britt was fucking awesome and hilarious to talk to! The Latina was becoming more and more irritated with the fact that she still could not hear their (or rather Britt's) conversation, so she rolled down the window and moved closer. Luckily Britt was at an angle so that she could not see Santana, and she doubted Quinn would see her either, she was too zoned out.

"So, yeah, I'm sooo glad you're here, Q! I missed you," Brittany was saying and Quinn turned to look at her, and smiled slightly, a sort of sad smile.

"Yeah, I missed you too,"

"So, why are you here?" Quinn took a deep breath, and her smile turned sort of sad, her eyes suddenly full of emotions.

"Santana. That's why I'm here; it's because of-of her. You know it's always been her, Britt," Quinn shrugs and blushes. Brittany stops licking her melting ice cream and stares at Quinn.

"Oh," Is all Santana's best friend says, but she knows her bottom lip is wobbling, she just knows she's dying inside. And she feels hopeless, because she doesn't love her, not like that. She wishes she could do something, anything to make her see without hurting her, but Santana knows she can't, she just can't. She knows she'll break her heart in the process, and Santana hate herself. Britt could never hate the Latina. And she could never hate Britt.

"Take me home, please," And tears roll down her tanned face.

Ohemgee, Quinnie's in NY! What will happen next? so yeah, hoped you enjoyed this, reviews are much aprpeciated, love you all! i'll definitely update, hopefully within this week:) xxx