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.
A true Gleek, will recognize which words are mine, which aren't mine and see how I've played them into this story.
Warning: Rated M. FxF, FxM, MxM. Intro SebMark with moosh and suggested Klaine …
Trigger Warning: Not rape, it's just racy. But yeah, inappropriate workplace scenarios. This is a Santana, Safety Dance. Somewhat Dantana.

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.

**Legal note: The legalities mentioned, I don't profess for them to be correct, so legal advice should be sought for your own situation. However, my Barrister always says, that once the threat has passed, you can not keep attacking the person or persons or whatever that was threatening you.

~ A Deal with Sebastian ~

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Meerkat has other plans for us, he picks up the menu, as does Mark. I might as well order too then. We'll discuss the nitty gritty while we wait for our food.

Santana admires the way the guyz interact with their body language. Mark points to items on Sabastian's menu, Sebastian leans a hand on Mark's shoulder. Mark leans in and talks quietly into Sebastian's ear, a hand over his mouth Sebastian leans into him, laughs quietly and gives a reassuring kiss to his beau's cheek.

They chatter back and forth, Mark eventually makes his choice and sits back, leaving a hand on the back of Sebastian's neck, softly twiddling with the edge of his hair line, lifts his ankle to across his own knee.

Santana blushes slightly, she fake coughs into her napkin, be damned if anyone is to see her shed tears over Meerkat.

Finally Seb indicates for the waiter, who comes and takes their order.

"So, Santana, how do you want to play this out?" Letting Mark continue with gentle caresses of his neck, "I'm more than happy to let Mark help."

"Okay, …."

She fills Sebastian and Mark on as much detail as possible, about how she got involved with these 'job interviews' with Danni. She explains details as they ask questions.

"I've only had the one client, and he's been such a sweetie…"

"No doubt, Santana, but still what he's been doing is wrong and illegal. You can't protect him, he's made his own decisions." Sebastian is surprisingly wiser from what she expects.

"But what if money isn't exchanged, it's between two consenting adults …"

"I'm pretty sure that it is the arrangement and act, and leaving the money. Look …" Mark adjusts his seating, the waiters are bringing their dinner. "We'll do our very best to exclude him from any direct actions, we'll need to let natural progressions happen."

She's not too happy with this, her client has been a gentleman, she's going to plan keeping close tabs with Sebastian and Mark, and then warn 'Him'.

"Will you keep me informed?"

Mark reaches over and holds her hand firmly, "I'll do my best. Let's enjoy the rest of this night, eat up."

She nods approval and settles with what they can promise, after all she is getting some of what she wants.

Dinner ends up being really nice, chicken parmigiana, roast vegetables and a light dessert of waffles, ice-cream and maple syrup.

~ snicks the snitch ~

On the other side of the restaurant, a couple sit down in their private booth. But before the waiter closes the door, Santana and her two gentlemen are spotted.

"Wait, don't shut the door yet. I just want to, … " She doesn't have to wait long, from this distance she's observed enough to acknowledge that Santana is working outside of her job description. "Excuse me Paul. I just need to see an employee, who might not be for too long."

"Sure, …" He stands politely as she rises to leave their booth. "I'll be here for you."

She hasn't waited for him to finish, she leaves and carefully meanders through the restaurant, watching Santana. She stops at a table, carefully picks up an item and looks sideways to the three who are oblivious to being observed.

The body language of the men is definite, they're a couple. The way they share body language with Santana though, that riles her up, and she briskly walks over to them.

Standing behind Santana, she hears her promoting her girlfriend. Time to interrupt, "Who are you talking about, and who are these you're with?"

Santana jumps at that lovely voice and she turns around. "Babe! I was talking about you."

"And these are?" Indicating she still hasn't been introduced.

"This is Sebastian and his boyfriend Mark."

"And how do you know Sebastian and …"

Danni is obviously a domineering person, Sebastian feels strongly to defend Santana. "We met when Santana was in the glee club of her school. I went to Dalton and the New Directions came to visit and intimidate us." He smiles fondly at San, and she smiles appreciatively to him, noticing the way his mind twisted with what happened back then.

"Well I'm Danni and this is my girlfriend. Can you excuse us a moment please?" Not waiting for anyone's reply, she grabs Santana and drags her to a nearby dining table.

Quietly just for them to hear, "Possession and jealousy are my middle name, remember?"

"Danni, you're over reacting. This isn't what you think, I'm just catching up with an old school colleague."

"Is that why you weren't available tonight?" Pulling a familiar envelope out of her pocket, which was growing fatter as the days go by. "Here you left this behind again." Putting the envelope on the table and pushing to Santana.

Santana tries to push the envelope back to Danni, they too and fro. "Why did you bring that here?" Eventually Danni pushes it further into Santana and moves further back from the table, so as the widen the gap between them.

Santana is clearly upset, even though she's explained things to Seb, she's not happy that he might have seen the envelope and the size of it. She quickly pockets it.

"He wants to see you again." Reaching over and placing her hands as obvious as possible to Santana's inner wrists, covering one tattoo of Brittany and another with her and Brit's birthdays. "You are his favourite and he won't see anyone else. And you haven't taken on any other clients."

"I haven't taken on any clients at all. That's why I leave the money behind, I haven't been …"

Danni won't let her finish her sentence, she won't listen to her at all. She raises a finger to Santana's protesting mouth, which has Santana catch her breath as Danni also rubs the inside of her wrist. Santana can not help from grabbing at her stomach, those lady butterfly's swarm and her posture rises in agreeance.

Humming through Danni's touch, she agrees to see him again.

"That's a good girl, Babe." Danni kisses the air toward Santana and the hand from the mouth reaches to cup her cheek. Rising from the table, Danni then goes to hug Santana, a most discreet quick hug, but sufficient finger nails following along from one side of her shoulder to the other and a show of Danni's cleavage. This date of Danni's was one of temptation for the men, her top revealing enough cleavage with the hint of may be a nipple. Sufficient enticement that if it weren't for Hollywood tape, a wardrobe malfunction was guaranteed.

Gathering her bearings, Santana steadies and goes back to Sebastian and Mark.

They've been smooching politely and are ready for the night to progress further, elsewhere. She approaches, "Can we escort you back to your apartment Santana?"

"That would be really lovely, thank you."

~ cheque, tips and coats ~

Arm in arm the guyz walk, with Santana on the inside of the pavement, hands in her pockets. "Hold on!"

She spots a group of bums, her pocket is occupied by an envelope of annoyance. The bums are huddled around a rubbish drum used for a fire.

Decision made, she walks over and looks for no one in particular. As she pulls the envelope out, she spots the sleaze bag from the bakery. "Damn!"

He sits with some other bums on logs, swigging their drinks in brown paper bags. He sees her and his drink is poised at his mouth, … then lowered. "What is she doing here?"

The bums he's with look over to where he looks. "Who is she?" "No one in particular, just a bitch with attitude and something I want." What he wants, she won't give him and the envelope in her hand, raises his eyebrows higher, he wants that too.

He'd heard from a distinguished colleague about her and her ability to acquire and distribute money. He wanted that, more than her.

She taps the envelope in thought, he nods hello, she grimaces, Oh God, I wish he weren't here. He goes to stand.

She quickly looks at the fire, looks at him, back to Sebastian and Mark, then those around her and the fire once more. It's well alight, if she's quick it should take hold and not smoulder.

The sleaze bag stands tall, drink bottle hanging by his side. He has the look of deep desire for her, as he grabs his crotch. But the concentration on his face is sternly on that envelope.

"Now or never Santana!" She says to herself. A quick gust of wind blows around her and through the fire toward the sleaze bag.

She pulls the money out, looks at him with a devilish smile. Sharing a knowing look, he shakes his head No!

She nods hers, looks down at the centre of the fire and shoves the money and envelope in. The disturbance makes sparks flare around and toward her.

Wiping her face, she then checks that they've been taken hold by the fire. They were dry, they quickly change colour and blend in to the firey contents of the rubbish drum.

Satisfied, her chest rises as she breathes in, a very deep breath, one of great happiness.

Refusing to look his way, she forces herself to turn directly around and goes back to Sebastian and Mark. When she reaches them, she starts to quivver. "Quick, let's get out of here."

She grabs a hold of them, one for each of her arms, and drags them to hurry along the pavement, toward where her apartment block will eventually be.

If she had of looked back, she would have seen the sleaze bag trying to douse the fire with his drink.

~ burn baby burn ~

It's morning. Santana wakes with a heavy heart. She didn't want to see him again, she'd said it was her last hurrah. Why did he ask for her if he knew she had stopped?

"Asshole!" She had slept well, solidly and felt that the time had moved too fast. And may be this was going to be a long boring day.

She hadn't wanted his number for a reason, it meant you were in a relationship, even a bullshit, bullcrap relationship. Thankful Rachel hadn't done the cleaning, she fishes out the business card, from the trash can.

Wiping food from it, damn, the number was visible. She keys it in her phone and saves it, goes to shower and mull over what to say when she rings him.

She shuts the bathroom door, as a certain familiar pattern of thumps come from behind Kurt and Blaine's curtain.

Hot water relaxes her shoulder muscles, washes away some heartache of missing Brittany bad. Shampoo, rinse, towel dry hair, conditioner, brush teeth, rinse, rinse more. A towel for her hair and a towel to wrap in.

She hums a happy tune while rummaging through Rachel's products. Putting make up on, unaware that she's actually enjoying some peace and quiet.

Normally she would have rushed through the shower, rushed to change and rushed to get to her destination.

Her phone rings, breaking her from thoughts in her own world.

Opening the door, brings the noise of finishing sighs and moans from Kurt and Blaine's direction. Finally!

She missed a call, from Danni.

toDanni: Hi Babe, missed your call. Was it important? {insert puzzle face}

fromDanni: Morning Babe, just reminding you to call him. {insert puzzle face}

toDanni: Thanks Babe, I hadn't forgotten. Just had a shower. {insert smiley face with wink}

fromDanni: Without me! Oh Babe! {insert sad face with a cheeky wink}

Tired of Danni's confusing flirts, she puts the phone on silent and heads back to the bathroom.

"Morning Santana."

"Morning Blaine, morning Kurt."

"Morning. Where's Rachel?"

"She had a breakfast date with Jeff this morning, I suppose that's where she is." And shuts the bathroom door with agravation, everyone seems to be in a loving relationship, except her.

~ o ~