Two Weeks Later
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Twenty One, twenty fucking one, finally! Santana was the youngest of the group so naturally when everyone else wanted to go out to a club or bar, she had to make other arrangements but now?
BRING IT ON!
Her parents had been in the city for the weekend but after breakfast and a very long lunch they finally decided to return to their hotel room. Santana holds her old fake ID and smiles,
Oh Rosario Cruz how I'll miss you but now it's Santana Lopez's time to finally shine
Tossing her purse on the bed she looks herself over in the mirror once more. The group of misfits had insisted on "popping Santana's club cherry" taking her to her first official club.
Reaching for the bag in her closet, a smirk appears. A dress she bought today for this very occasion. Looking at the clock she turns the music up and heads to get ready.
"Wow" Sam's eyes widen as his guppy lips practically hit the floor
"Fuck me Lopez...Literally!" Puck winks
"Dammnn girl! Now THAT's how you do twenty one!"
Mercedes high fives her friend as the rest of the group enters the loft.
"Ah" Kurt squeals hugging the latina "My little devil in a red dress" He leans back taking a good look at her "See Santana I told you, the girls absolutely needed to be on display tonight, very good choice"
As everyone gathers their bags they make their way to the restaurant
"Is Quinn coming?" Puck leans against his friend
"Umm she said she had a few things to finish and she'd meet us"
The restaurant erupts in a chorus of Happy Birthday and when Santana looks up from her menu
"Happy Birthday, Santana" Someone husks lowering the cake. At first Santana's focus is on the blonde standing in front of her but then she notices the cake and rolls her eyes… "Ha Ha. Why am I not surprised"
The group laughs as the song ends and Quinn moves to take a seat next to the birthday girl.
"How original, you swapped the twenty one and made it twelve."
"Wait" The blonde asks in shock "You mean you're not twelve?"
Santana rolls her eyes as she takes another drink of her cocktail
"Hey" Quinn says touching her shoulder "I was only kidding, no age jokes tonight okay? I Promise"
The brunette nods, smiling "Thank you. And thank you for coming tonight"
"Absolutely! Sorry I practically missed dinner, the meeting with my editor ran long and…"
"God damn" Puck exclaims "It's like you're already married, Jesus Christ!"
"Hi Puck" Santana leans forward "Welcome to an adult conversation"
"Whatever. Are we going to an actual club or is this going to turn into a book club?"
Leaving the restaurant, it's a short walk to the club. Everyone agreed on taking cabs home after this evening, knowing damn well, they wouldn't be in any condition to drive.
As the girls walk side by side, the cool October air hits her face and Santana looks over "What?"
The blonde smiles, shaking her head "Nothing it's just. You look really beautiful tonight"
Santana waits for a moment "What no follow up joke? Nothing about my age?"
"Nope. I told you, no jokes tonight. Come on birthday girl, let's dance"
The club is filled to capacity and the music is banging. Some gleeks head straight to the dance floor while the rest make a bee line straight for the bar. After a few orders of shots and drinks, they are ready to hit the dance floor but Santana makes her way to the restroom first.
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"Quinn?" She hears and her eyebrows practically reach the ceiling
"John?"
"It's been a while, buy you a drink?"
"No thanks"
"You know" He starts taking a seat next to her "Ever since you graduated, campus has been…" Placing a hand on her knee smirking, "lonely"
The blonde scoffs pushing the hand away "You abused your power and took advantage of a naive and very scared college freshman"
Ignoring her response, he continues "Heard about your little book deal, what did you or should I say, who did you do to make that happen because we both know you didn't have the talent or…..."
"You're in my seat"
The pair turn at the intrusion
"Wow" John says, looking the brunette up and down "You did not go to Yale because trust me I'd definitely remember you"
Santana's face turns to pure disgust "Gross. Listen up Chester, how about you take your creepy ass and go harass someone else, leave my girl and I alone"
"Your girl huh?" He laughs looking back at Quinn "Guess the rumors were true, disappointing"
The blonde exhales rolling her eyes turning back to her drink, as he walks away
"Who the hell was that?"
Quinn orders another drink "That was my english lit professor from freshman year"
"You okay because he was…."
"I'm fine, Santana. It was a long time ago, you probably weren't even born yet"
"Wow. So much for the jokes huh. I knew it was too good to last. Look, I'm going to go dance with my friends and you can decide what you want to do, Quinn"
"Santana I'm…." The brunette finishes her drink before joining her friends on the dance floor leaving Quinn alone at the bar. "Sorry"
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