Ownership Disclaimer: Glee – the real programme? Get outta here, no unfortunately, not mine, yet! {but I have s1 to s4 on legit dvd}. Ownership and recognition where it's due, and… what's mine is mine too.

Warning: Rated M. FxF, FxM, MxM. Promiscuous language. *It's not fully structured, so bear with me.

Trigger Warning: This is a Santana, semi Safety Dance. Somewhat Dantana.

Original Inspiration and relevant author notes: Can't really mention it. Suffice to say, this is a clean and respectable story. I suppose respect for the actors and you. The actors that I would hope, would be prepared for this as a script, the crew who would be willing to transfer this into a screenplay, and you reading. I'm pretty sure this is as borderline, on the good side, to the rules and regulations allowed with this site.

Point: If you want to review, go for it, knock your socks off, be nice. I've decided to allow for a lapse in correcting the apostrophe s business for ownership. So this should be the only quality slip in my work. I'm really pleased that so many are interested and respect what I'm only able to do, thanks to the bigger good Man above. I'd love to do shout outs and what I do with my other blurbs, but this {currently} will be free of that. I'll never claim to be perfect, but ...

~ Santana's New York, New Life ~

How this happened I'm not too sure? It was an invitation for a weekend position, earning $3,000 each, no questions asked.

In some respects, I'm wondering if Danni is a modern day madam. This is what she does for a living, she'd said. Organize job interviews, have parties, meet rich men and some rich women.

I was sold when she'd said 'women'. It was always guaranteed that a few ladies would be there, I wanted in.

Something didn't sit right with the arrangements. My third eye was blinded and screaming to be heard, even though they might pay her money, or try to offer me money, I don't take that kind of currency.

I'm not that desperate for that type of currency. I just want to be wanted… I have my own money, meeting and having a good time, that's what I wanted from this weekend.

She had dressed me in a skirt, and told me I'd have to sit on one or two guyz laps, that was an absolute necessity.

Sitting on any lap ready and waiting and hoping ... well that would just make my day.

I spotted one guy I liked the look of, and indicated to Danni of my interest. She nodded that would be fine.

While I waited for her to organize things I enjoyed swaying my hips to quality music, drinking some mixers and one or two au douvres. I was expecting kisses, so too much food wasn't desirable.

As yet there were no lady guests, so I flirted with some other applicants who smiled but rejected my Latina looks.

Danni came over, "He'll be ready for you in a few moments. They'll call you. Just relax San, you don't have to do much, you're really beautiful."

She kissed me passionately, I knew she was mine and I was hers. "They all expect you to think of them as your Master. So go with that acting angle, you'll be fine and it will be over soon."

I kissed her passionately back, this was just one thing to experience in the New York New Life.

~ o ~

I tired of waiting and went to mingle.

He was sitting with some men, he was being held down my some of them. They were trying to force another girl at him.

I was seen by some and the flow of mumbling moved among them quickly as they each turned to look at me. The young girl ran from the room.

This was surreal, I wasn't here, I wanted out, I took a step backward into hot firm hands. They pushed me forward and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry darlin', everything is just fun and games. We won't hurt you, you're too beautiful to spoil."

I really liked the guy and wished something else would have happened.

He wasn't gorgeous but he was good looking enough, he was also hesitant.

My girlfriend had abandoned me, him and I were forced together.

The other men left us and the door was shut with a single click.

~ o ~

I had been looking forward ..., but then the scene changed.

~ o ~

"Santana, how did your job interview go?" Rachel enquired.

I couldn't lie to her anymore, I loved her as the next best friend to Brittany. After all the bullcrap I'd put her through with Plastic Man, after she let me rummage through her things and confide in me about her missed baby, I had to tell her the truth.

"I apparently did very well in the interview. But …" I wanted to tell her the truth, I wanted release of being the real me. "I turned the job down. It conflicts with my schedule."

It felt good telling the truth.

"Well you know, you'll have to come up with some rent money soon." Coming into the kitchen with her hair brush swinging at me. "Santana, you just can't turn down rare job opportunities. Especially when they pay that much."

If only she knew. "Danni told me that job was going to be a few thousand every weekend. How does that conflict with your schedule?"

I loved this side to her, practical, innocent, responsible.

"Listen Berry." Returning to my olde self. "I'll take the jobs when I see fit. Now hold your tongue a minute."

I put my hand up to shut her trap, went to my couch and pulled out my saving from inside a cushion. "Here, it's my savings to date. This'll pay me up till the end of the month, then we can argue some more."

She took it, mouth gaping, eyes staring at the huge wad of money.

She looked up at me, trying to think of anything to say further. The cogs in her mind were loud this day.

"Now, I'm off for a different job."

I took the opportunity to ruin her day further. I grabbed her shoulders, looked to see that Kurt and Blaine were not watching, their curtain was firmly shut.

And gave her a Santana Lopez kiss. Grabbed my bag and walked out…