A/N: I dont own glee

She met Rachel for lunch as promised. "So, how was your date?" she asked excitedly. "It was… good!" Santana replied, smiling at just how good. "Tell me about her. What's her name? What does she do?" Rachel asked. "Umm.. Her name's Laura and she's a surgical resident." Santana mumbled a little uncomfortable with the interrogation. "Look what did you need to talk about? I have a photo shoot in a couple of hours that I need to get to."

Rachel sat up and in her most dramatic tone of voice started speaking "As you know I have pledged not to sell my soul to films and be true to my music in the best sense that I can.." Santana groaned inwardly wondering as always why Rachel never got to the point. She was so distracted that she almost missed what Rachel said. "….since it was a musical, it would not really amount to selling my soul or yours and so I thought the best person for that role would be you." she finished beaming.

"Back up! What just happened? Did you just ask me to be in some movie of yours?" Santana asked incredulously. She began to feel a crazy excitement rising in her. She looked up at Rachel's proud smirk. "Well I wanted to be sure before I made the announcement about my big musical debut but as I also think about all the other people I could help in the process and as the other roles need to be given to worthy supporting actors I could think of no one better than you." She declared

Santana just looked at her. "So I'm going to sing back up for you all over again Berry? Na uh.. I don't think so"

"Santana come on! It's a really good opportunity and it'll give you a lot of exposure since you've been wanting to break into films anyway. Also I think you need to sing. I haven't heard you perform since high school and it's really sad. I mean sure your modeling jobs are great and you get to travel but I don't think you're really happy. I haven't seen you happy since glee club."

At the mention of high school Santana felt a faint stirring in her and saw a brief flash of blonde hair and earnest blue eyes. She bristled.

"Listen midget! Don't pretend you know fuck about my life. High school was a long time ago and we were kids then. We've all grown up and moved on and just 'cos your dreams involved playing dress up and signing gold stars, it doesn't mean everyone else's does." Santana got up to leave, but was stopped by Rachel pulling her down

"Ok Santana. I apologize. I was out of line. Think about it purely as business. We could use someone as talented as you. I have your agent's number. You'll have to audition but I know you'll do fine. I hope you'll reconsider."

Santana merely grunted and got up. "I'll think about it. I have to go"

In the cab Santana wondered why she got so annoyed. High school was a long time ago and she had moved on. An agent had noticed her at Louisville and offered her a couple of commercials which turned into modeling jobs. She'd quit school and moved to New York where she now worked as a model. They'd all come a long way since high school. Rachel was now starring in some off Broadway productions and was making quite a name for herself, as a promising young star. Her BFF, Kurt was now some sort of fashion editor at Vogue. He was still with Blaine who worked at some large firm doing something utterly boring that Santana could never remember. Kurt and Blaine were still very active in the amateur theatre circuit doing little reenactments and one act plays. The four of them would often hang out, frequenting little karaoke bars or small jazz clubs. She'd actually look forward to these outings which were difficult with everyone's hectic schedules. She spent a lot of time with Blaine, who without the Kurt was quite grounded and would sometimes let down her walls to talk to him. She sighed, regretting her outburst with Rachel. She was only trying to help, even if she was being totally annoying. She pulled out her phone and texted her- I'll do it. Sorry abt b4.

Her reply was instant - :)

Santana smiled, thinking back as always how her past self would react to the fact that she was now friends with Rachel Berry of all people. Rachel was still overly melodramatic and in Santana's opinion more than a little crazy but she was a good friend, and when she made the move to New York, confused, broken and lost, Rachel and Kurt had helped her. She'd even crashed on their couch for awhile but moved out the first chance she got. When Blaine followed a year after they formed n unlikely friendship, that may not have been the smoothest but was supportive and nurturing (though Santana would never admit that). To put it simply, they cared about her and she really cared about them. Which is why she was confused as to why she'd reacted so harshly to what Rachel said. Yeah she still gave her a hard time and made fun of her endlessly but what she said had hit a nerve and Santana couldn't quite figure out what was bothering her. It was true that she'd only sung at karaoke bars after a couple of drinks, so Rachel was right on that count, what bothered her was her saying she wasn't happy. She frowned, thinking that Rachel's idea of happiness changed as often as her stupid facebook updates. What did she know? She was happy. She lived in New York, her job allowed her to travel, she was invited to important social events all the time and most importantly, she never had a problem getting a date, or getting some. She was living the dream right?! Happiness was overrated anyway she thought. And why did she mention glee club. Whenever she thought about it, which invariably happened after one drink too many she would feel this tightness in her chest, and the urge to cry. She put it down to nostalgia and the fact that she missed high school with its drama filled but carefree days.

Her thoughts were interrupted by another text message, this one from Laura- Last night was amazing and I really enjoyed it. What are you doing tomorrow night?

Santana smiled and hit reply thinking her day just got better.