Chapter 1 - Strange Encounters

A door flew open and out stumbled a young brunette women. The women stumbled out onto the sidewalk trying to catch her balance. The door flew open again and a man stuck his head out the door and yelled, "Santana! Get your ass back here and pay your bar tab."

The women turned around to face the door. She flipped him off and said "I'll pay it tomorrow."

The man replied "fine but no more drinks until you pay up."

The brunette turned to walk away but as she turned she ran smack into someone. Falling to the ground she yelled "hey watch where you're going".

She looked up to see a blonde women with an apologetic look on her face. The blonde says "looks like a could say the same to you."

The blonde offers a hand to the brunette to help her to her feet. Santana rolls her eyes not accepting the friendly gesture and climbs to her feet. Looking the blonde up and down Santana asks "what's a pretty girl like you doing out on the street alone at this hour of the night?"

The blonde looks at her watch not realizing what time it is. Holy crap 1 am. When did it get this late? Thinking for a second about her previous activities she realizes how she most have lost track of time.

"I work down at the other end of the block. I'm on my way home. I must have lost track of time. I didn't know it was so late. I was so caught up in my own head that I had no idea what time it was." The blonde pauses for a moment thinking things over before continuing "I'm sorry I ran into you and knocked you over. I wasn't paying attention."

Santana glares at the women one more time before waving her hand around in the air and saying "Whatever" and then moves to walk past her. She just wants to get home flop down in bed and sleep her drunken stat away. However she doesn't make it five steps before a wave a nausea takes over and she's spilling the contents of her stomach into the street. Before she knows it there is a hand rubbing circles on her back as she's puking her guts out. Then she hears a voice asking if she's okay.

Santana looks up when she's finished puking to see that it's the blonde that she ran into moments before. After spitting a few times and wiping the back of her hand across her mouth Santana stands up straight and says to the blonde "I'm fine."

The blonde looks her over and replies "are you sure cause you don't really look fine to me."

Santana harshly spits out "yeah I'm fine I just had a little too much to drink. Nothing I can't handle though." Santana looks the blonde over once more and asks "what do you care?"

The blonde thinks about this for a second. Why do I care? I don't even know this girl. I just ran into her on the street. I don't know why I care. But I do for some reason.

The blonde replies honestly "I don't know. I don't know why I care. I just do."

Santana eyes the blonde suspiciously trying to find some sign as to why this stranger would give two fucks about someone she just ran into on the street. After coming up with nothing the brunette says "ok well I should get home" and turns and starts walking away.

Upon seeing this the blonde women yells "wait."

Starting to get frustrated Santana turns back around to face the blonde "what?"

The blonde stand there for a second before asking "what's your name?"

Taken aback Santana thinks what the hell? What's up with this chick?

The brunette says "Why do you want to know my name? Can't we just leave this as what it is? Two strangers running into one another in the night."

The blonde takes a step back but doesn't retreat completely at hearing this. She says almost in a whisper "I don't know I just felt like I needed to know your name."

Santana wanting this conversation to just end already says "My name is Santana and I work at that bar over there." Nodding her head in the direction of the bar. "Anything else you feel like you need to know about me?"

The blonde lowered her head slightly in thought. Yes I have more questions. What do you do at the bar? Are you a bartender? How come if you work there you are drunk? Shouldn't bartenders stay somewhat sober while they're working? How old are you even? And perhaps most importantly why the attitude? But I won't ask anything else.

The blonde looks at Santana and quietly says "No I guess not."

The brunette says "Ok good" and turns around walking away again.

As Santana walked home she thought to herself what a strange girl. Why had she asked what my name was? Why did she come up to me and put her hand on my back when I was puking? Why did she care if I was ok? She doesn't know me. Whatever. I just need to get home and go to bed.