It had been a long while since they'd seen each other. Santana was sitting in a coffee shop in Los Angeles, waiting on a business call and drinking her chai tea, people watching. It was a lot more fun to people watch with others, but she'd been single for a few years now. It had been hard letting him go. They'd started out so strong. She still didn't fully understand. Her phone buzzed beside her and she picked it up. "Lopez, how can I help you?"

"Santana? It's… It's Rachel."

"Berry." She said, coldly. "What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out. I don't know if you heard, but Quinn and I aren't doing well, Jason is really upset at me, and I could really use someone to talk to."

"I don't know, I'm not sure if I'm feeling it."

"Please, San. I know I hurt you, I know we hurt you, but please. I just need to talk."

"Fine. I'm already out anyway. Meet me at the Mexican place down the road from your place. I'll be there in ten. You're buying your own food."

"Thanks."

Santana hung up the phone and sighed. 'What am I even doing? I don't want to see her. I just want Draco.' She glanced at her phone as she grabbed her purse, willing the next name to come up to be his. Of course it wasn't, she received a text from Puck asking her for some girls number. She sighed again and sent it to him.

She pushed her sunglasses back down on her face and pulled her keys out of her purse. She felt her phone buzz and checked it.

New Message From: Puck!
Hey lady, what are you up to?

Me: About to meet Rach for lunch. Why, what did you need?

Puck: Wanted to have my wingman around. Got some hot chicks in sight!

Me: You know I can't…

Puck: …I know. Just thought I'd ask. I miss the old you…
Puck: We still on for drinks later?

Me: You know it. See you at 7, boo.

Puck: Later, babe.

She dropped her phone back into her purse and unlocked her car. She got in, closed the door, and turned on the radio. Die Young began to play and she immediately shut the radio off. 'How rude.' She thought to herself. 'That song is so overplayed.' The engine roared to life in her '69 Mustang convertible and she drove to the Mexican restaurant where she was meeting Rachel.

"Santana, over here!" She heard Rachel call from where she was standing outside her car. "I called ahead, we've already got a table!"

"Oh, great." Santana said under her breath. "Rachel, it better not be that table you sat us at on our first date. I'll cut you." she said, louder. "I'm not kidding."

"Oh, no, it's not that table, I promise. I wouldn't do that to you." Rachel answered, staring down at her feet. "It's just right over here." She pointed at a booth near the door. "I know this is weird, but have a seat." Rachel sat down and hesitantly, Santana sat down across from her.

The waiter came over and before he could ask for their order, Santana said "I'll take the largest margarita you have."

"I'll just have a water, please." Rachel said. As the waiter left she looked over at Santana. "Isn't it kind of early for that?"

"Please, Berry. It's 3 in the afternoon! Never too early for a lady to drink, 'specially sitting across from her ex." Rachel looked down at her feet again. "What's Miss Perfect mad about this time?"

"I'm not even sure, to be honest. She came home last night, screamed something at me, and went to bed. I couldn't sleep. And then Jason came home at 4, so I took away his phone and now he's giving me the cold shoulder. I just can't win." Rachel spit out. "I just don't understand what went wrong."

"Well, nothing yet. Where was Quinn last night?"

"Well, I, ... a Yale alumni party."

"Ah, well, that explains the yelling. She's pissed she hasn't done anything with that 'precious degree' she's had all these years. That her fault, not yours. Don't let her blame that on you. And Jason, well, he's just being a kid. Give him his phone back, send him to the movies, and pick him up when he's done. He's 15, that's what they do. He'll be fine once he gets laid."

"Santana! That's my son we're talking about!"

"Hey, I'm just telling you like it is. Don't like it? Don't ask." The waiter came back with their drinks and Santana took a sip of her margarita. "A dios mio, that's good." She looked at the waiter, "Arroz con pollo, por favor."

They both looked expectantly at Rachel. "Oh, um, what are those stuffed pepper things? I'd like one of those with absolutely no meat. Uh, please." The waiter raised an eyebrow at her and walked away. She looked at Santana. "I can never remember what they're called and when I look at the menu, I can't pronounce it. I'm so stupid."

"Berry, save it. You're not stupid. Everyone goes through challenges in life. Yours happen to be a little homier than others. Be glad for what you have. You have a beautiful wife, an adorable fast growing teenage son, and the best house money can buy in the best neighborhood in town."

Rachel looked down at the table and nodded. "You're right, I'm being ridiculous." She smiled and looked back at Santana. "Thanks. I needed that."

"No problem. Ah, food! Dig in, Berry!" Santana began to eat as Rachel smiled bigger. They ate in silence as Rachel was all talked out and Santana sure as hell wasn't going to talk about Draco here with Rachel. No, she'd save it for Puck when she was good and drunk.

The waiter came by with their checks; his phone number written on Santana's bill. She snorted, crossed it out, wrote something underneath it, and laid her money on the table. "Alright, it was good seeing you." She said as she got up. "I've got to go home and get ready to go dancing with Puck. Tell Quinn and Jason hello when they're speaking to you again."

"Bye, Santana. Thanks for meeting me."

"Sure, what are old friends for?! Bye." Santana dropped a tip on the table, slipped her sunglasses back on and got in her car. She checked her phone, saw that her personal assistant had called and headed back to the office.