"Auntie Tana! You're the best! This is the best birthday ever!"

I watched my little cousin run around the living room freaking out about the Dani Lovato tickets I got her for her birthday.

"Dani Lovato is my favorite! I love her! Thank you!"

"No problem Squirt! I'll pick you up early and we can have dinner somewhere fancy," I explained, her excitement becoming contagious as she ran over to high five me.

"You spoil her, you know?" said my cousin Ana, looking up from where she made dinner.

"I know, but you've been like a sister to me and what kind of auntie would I be if I didn't," I said with a grin. "Plus, think of how many single moms and older sisters are going to be there!"

"I'm going to ignore the fact that you just admitted to using my kid to attract women and focus on your kindness," said Ana, rolling her eyes and making a face.

"It's Myka first, one hundred percent. She knows that," I smiled, as my eyes found my little cousin, jumping on the couch. "Anyway, I should probably get back to the diner. But make sure you dress her in something completely adorable for the show. I'll pick her up around 5pm."

Ana smiled and rolled her eyes, "you're too much."

"Bye Munchkin! I'll see you Wednesday!"

"Bye Auntie Tana! I can't wait!" said Myka, her arms open for a hug. I bent down to pick her up and returned the squeeze.

I turned and gave a quick wave to Ana, "love you guys!" I shouted before closing the door. Once outside, I popped my headphones in and scrolled through my list of music. When Dani Lovato slid up, I stopped, pushing play and her album cover appeared.

"Hmm, she's kinda cute," I thought out loud, "might as well learn some songs for Wednesday."

I walked the rest of the way to the diner listening to Dani Lovato's raspy voice. It definitely reassured me of the gift I had bought my niece.

"Hey," I said, greeting Rachel once I made it to work.

"Hi," she answered looking up from whatever Broadway magazine she was reading today. "So? Did she like it?"

"She loved it. She's super stoked to go! I'm excited to take her to her first concert," I said, putting my iPod away.

"Aww, that's cute. Not to mention all the ladies that'll be there right?" Rachel said, raising her eyebrows.

"Rachel, please. I would never use my niece like that," I said, being serious.

Rachel stared me down. I tried to hold onto the look I was giving her.
"Okay, fine! I'm super hyped about being surrounded by screaming women."

"Imagine being Dani Lovato. Women want to be her, women want to date her and she's constantly surrounded by them."

"Speaking of Miss Lovato, have you listened to her stuff? It's pretty good."

"I have, I love her stuff. She's quite the girl," said Rachel, going back to her magazine.

I looked down at what she was reading until I was called to the kitchen by Gunther. I was put on dish duty and as much as that irritated me, I was kind of happy. Being stuck in the back, I could put my earphones back in and just be by myself with the music.

I was half way through Dani's new album and in my own little world when a hand on my shoulder scared the hell out of me.

"Sorry, I didn't realize how into the music you were. What are you listening to?" asked Kurt, he moved closer after realizing I wasn't going to hit him.

"Dani Lovato," I answered.

"Oh, she's pretty good. She's so real and raw. I love listening to her stuff," he answered, cleaning a dish beside me.

"Yeah, I didn't realize how emotional her music is. Definitely not the kid channel vibe my niece has made me watch."

"Hells no, she hasn't been on there in years. N' honey, wait til ya see her. Whew. If I didn't like my broaches so much, I'd be all over that," said Kurt out of the side of his mouth.

"Really? I thought she was like a kid, no?"

"Nooo, do you live under a rock?" He asked pulling out his phone, "no, you live in the greatest city ever! How do you not know this?" He handed me his phone. When I turned it right side up, I was staring down at a gorgeous woman. She had dark, fierce eyes; they said nothing and everything about her at once.

"Wow," I mumbled.

"Right?" said Kurt, taking his phone back and going through the pictures he had found. "I'm kind of jealous I'm not going with you with Wednesday!"

Wednesday had arrived much faster than I had anticipated. I had an early shift at the diner and it was dragging like it was its job. I woke up with a funny feeling in my stomach and took a couple cold pills hoping it wouldn't get worse. However, throughout my shift, I would get a funny fluttering and couldn't tell what it was. Rachel noticed and joined me at the counter.

"Hey, you okay? You look funny," she asked, looking concerned.

"I'm fine, just a weird feeling in my stomach."

"I hear that bug is going around."

"Yeah? Like a light, fluttering feeling?" I asked, getting worried.

"No, like you want to 'barf up your last five meals feeling'. You're light and fluttery? Like butterflies?" Rachel asked, a smirk growing on her face.

"What? No," I said, making a face.

"I think so! You're nervous about tonight! Nervous and excited!" she said, clapping almost as excited as my niece was the last time I saw her.

"No, that's crazy. What would I be nervous for?" I had been playing situations where I 'accidentally' run into Dani and we run away together, but I wouldn't be caught dead telling Rachel Berry about them.

Rachel lifted her eyebrows again playfully as she walked away, "you never know. We are in the city of dreams!"

"Isn't that Los Angeles?" I called after her.

"I'm not nervous, that's ridiculous," I told myself. Although, I could feel the stinky, panic sweats forming under my boobs.
"Dammit."

The rest of my shift continued to drag and apparently I wasn't the only one who thought so. Around 1:30pm, I received a text from Ana.

Your niece would like to know if this day could move any slower. I believe it was followed by a very muffled "dammit", which I'm blaming you for.

I smiled to myself while I replied, I knew she heard me say it a couple times the last time I was babysitting.

After my shift, I rushed home to shower and get ready. I must have tried every style of hair I could think of; finally, I just left it down. As I stood in front of my closet, growing more frustrated, I realized I was letting Berry get to me.

"I love meeting new people. Dating isn't that hard. What's the worst that could happen? I'm being crazy. I'm Santana Lopez and the bitches love me."
I grabbed the next dress I saw and threw it on with my heels. Giving myself a once over, I went to the kitchen to find my roommates.

"Is this appropriate to wear out with my niece?" I asked, standing in front of them.

"Well, it's a little short," started Rachel.

"But she doesn't want all those single ladies to assume she's mama bear," offered Kurt. "You look hot. Work it."

I flashed them my confident smile, suddenly feeling the crazy fall from my mind and my game face coming back. I've been in New York for almost a year and I've only dated a couple girls. It's time to get serious. I grabbed my purse, laughed at the whistles from Berry and Lady Hummel and headed out.

When I picked Myka up, her mom was more than happy to get her out of the house. Her excitement had doubled since she left school and tripled since the last time I saw her. I was happy to see her this excited. Music has always been important to me so taking her to her first concert meant a lot.

"Okay kiddo, you ready? I'm starving!" I said, taking her hand and moving towards the door.

"I'm so ready! Let's do this," she squealed.

"Hey! What about me? Come, give me some sugar!" teased Ana.

Myka ran back and gave her a big hug. Ana picked her up and walked towards the door.

"Don't lose your Auntie. You know how she is."

"I won't. I'll hold her hand," Myka smiled at me.

"And no b-a-d words! She's like a sponge!"

"I won't! Well, I'll try," I grinned back at my cousin.

"Okay, have fun! Try not to keep her out too late," hollered Ana, as we walked down their front steps.

"I'll do my best!" I yelled back.

"I was talking to Myka!"

I shook my head; Myka's smile causing me to laugh as well.

"I thought we'd never get out of there!" I joked as we strolled down the busy, late afternoon streets. "Where should we eat?"

"I want French fries!"

"Well that narrows it down," I replied, rolling my eyes. I decided the diner would be the best place. Throwing fancy to the wind, we walked through the front door and were greeted by Kurt.

"Hi Kurt!" said Myka, running to him.

"Hey Sweetie! Wow, look at how big you're getting!" he said, swinging her around.

We took our seats and ordered food. Kurt came to talk to us when he could, but as the dinner rush filtered in, the conversation turned to first grade gossip and Dani Lovato. As my little niece rambled on about her favorite songs and which ones she hoped to hear, my thoughts drifted to the talented singer; there was just something about her.

"Right Auntie? It's called the Neon Lights Tour! She has to sing it, right?"

Her questions pulled me back from my thoughts, "what? Oh, yeah. Totally." I checked my watch. "Holy Munchkin, we have to get going! The show starts at 7!"

We grabbed our stuff and paid at the front. Outside, we flagged a cab and hurried down to the event. Traffic was crazy; I was worried we'd miss part of the show. I remembered there was a back door we could use from when I was handing out resumes. I directed the cabbie around to the back entrance. We jumped out and looking at my watch, realized we had made good time.

"Auntie Tana, can we get slushies' before we go in?"

"Sure Kiddo, let's do it."

We crossed the street to the slushy vendor and ordered a red and a blue slushy. The cup was almost the size of Myka's head. I stopped to take a picture to send to her mother with a text that said, "What Auntie wouldn't buy her niece a giant cup of sugar!" Laughing to myself, I held Myka's hand as we crossed the road. As I glanced down the street I saw a tour bus. Not knowing if it belonged to Dani or not, I knew Myka would go crazy.

"Myk! Check it out! It's someone's tour bus!"

Her face lit up the second she saw it, "oh my gosh! Do you think it's Dani's?"

"I don't know," I shrugged, "let's go take a picture and we'll tell everyone it was anyways!"

She smiled and ran over. We took a couple selfies in front of the bus before heading down the side of the building to get to the front.

"Wouldn't it be cool if we met her?" Myka asked as we watched our footing over cords.

"So cool!" I smiled down at her.

"Do you think she would sign my-" Myka was cut off at the same time a door opened in front of us. Taking her eyes away from what was in front of her, Myka tripped over a cord and let go of her slushy. Tears immediately sprung to her eyes when she saw red slushy all over her Dani Lovato tee.

"Hey Myk! Come here, are you okay? Are you hurt?" I asked, scared she had hit her head or something equally horrific that her mother would kill me for.

"N-no, but l-look at my s-shirt," she managed through sobs, I knelt down and tried to wipe away the few drops on her. There actually wasn't that much considering how big the cup was.

"Excuse me?"

I heard the voice from behind me and turned to see a woman wearing the rest of the red drink.

"Dammit," I said under my breath.

"Hey! Mama said no swearing," Myka reminded me, quietly through whimpers.

"Hey, sorry about that," I said.

I stood and began digging in my purse for pen to write my address so I could be forwarded the dry cleaning bill. "She tripped when you creepily appear- shut the front door," I mumbled, as I felt my mouth drop.

"Auntie! Auntie!"

I looked back at Myka who was shyly standing beside me, pulling on my hand and pointing at the stranger who joined us in the alley.

"That's Dani Lovato," she whispered, stepping behind me. I looked back at the woman, who was smiling and wiping the slushy off her pants and jacket.

"I can't believe this," I muttered to myself.

"Sorry?" asked Dani, tilting her head never loosing her smile.

"O-oh, I said I'm so sorry. I was going to offer to have that dry cleaned but I'm assuming you won't be in town that long," I stuttered, losing confidence by the second.

"What, this old thing?" she asked pointing at her jacket. "It's fine." She knelt down to Myka's level.

"Hey Cutie! What's your name?"

Myka's eyes grew huge as she looked up at me for permission. I nodded, since I was struggling myself with words.

"Myka."

"Myka, that's a very pretty name. I'm sorry I wrecked your shirt. But you know what? I think I have something just your size in my trailer. If it's okay with your mom, we could run and get it."

"She's my aunt. Auntie Tana."

Dani stood back up, a little closer now from talking with my niece.

"Tana, it's nice to meet you," she replied, extending her hand, her voice sounding just as raspy as her records.

I reached out to shake, "it's actually Santana. It's nice to meet you as well."

"I have another shirt she can have. I'd hate for her to be sticky for the next couple of hours," said Dani, pointing to her trailer.

"Oh, you don't have to do that. I'm sure you're busy doing concerty thing-"

"I insist."

Dani started heading back to her trailer and Myka was pulling my hand following behind her.

"It is her bus!" she whispered, excitedly.

Overhearing, Dani looked back, "have you already checked out my home away from home?"

Myka nodded.

"It's not too bad, right? It's not the same as home though."

"Why?" asked my niece, being her normal six-year-old self, clearly not as star struck as I was feeling.

Dani knelt down in front of her trailer before opening the door; "I'll let you in on a secret."

Myka let go of my hand and moved closer, "my bed at home is way bigger and has a lot more stuffed animals on it."

Myka grinned ear from ear. Dani was not at all like the stars I read about. She was humble and caring. This little scene that was unfolding in front of me was melting my heart a little. I tried to gather my wits as Dani stood again and opened her trailer door.

"After you Myka," she said, with a gesture like a door person. Myka smiled and ran right in.

"Uh, Myka! Wait! I'm sorry, she's so excited to be here," I tried to explain.

"It's no problem at all. She's adorable," smiled Dani, still holding the door. We held each other's eyes for a brief moment before the thought of Myka ran sacking this beautiful trailer played in my mind. I went to step up, forgetting I was wearing heels, Dani offered her hand.

"It's a big step," she said, helping me in.

"T-thanks." I could feel my face flushing and the panic sweats coming back. Luckily, the trailer was nicely air-conditioned.

"Okay! One wee shirt coming up!" said Dani, walking to the back.

Myka looked at me and held her tiny fists in the air, as her excitement was no longer controllable. I laughed, seeing her so hyped up. Dani returned with a pink tee shirt.

"This should fit huh?" she asked, holding it up against Myka, who was nodding excitedly. Dani reached behind her on to the table to grab a sharpie.

"How do you spell Myka Cutie?" Dani looked at her, pulling the lid off with her teeth.

My niece rhymed off her name and watched as her favorite singer signed her name and a message.

"Here ya go! Why don't you run into the bathroom and switch them?" said Dani, pointing to the bathroom door. Myka smiled and ran to the bathroom.

"Thanks again, so much. This is making her year, you have no idea," I said, still feeling bad that the pop stars clothes were still covered in slushy. "Are you sure there's nothing I can do," I asked, pointing at her jacket, "I feel horrible."

"No. Not at all, it was totally my fault; I didn't think anyone would be out there. They have tons of things to throw on me," she smiled at me again; I felt my knees go weak.

Oh boy, I thought to myself. Thankfully Myka came bounding out of the bathroom, she was a welcome distraction from the hypnotic smile.

"That fits perfect!" laughed Dani.

"Thank you. It's my favorite color!" giggled Myka.

"Good, I'm glad. Well, I should probably head back. I'm sure you have an uncle who's looking for you guys," suggested Dani, sneaking one more look at me.

"Nope, it's just me and Auntie Tana and she likes girls, right Auntie?" said Myka casually, looking down at her freshly signed shirt.

"Um," I shook my head, not sure what to say next. "Yeah, we should find our seats Kiddo and let Miss Lovato get ready."

Dani smirked at my flustered state, seeing this made me laugh a little myself. I ran a hand through my hair.

"Please, let me pay for your dry cleaning, it's the least I can do for all your kindness," I insisted.

"Absolutely not. But maybe you could do me a favor?" asked Dani.

"Sure, name it," I said, figuring it couldn't possibly get any worse.

"Will you join me for an after party? I always get roped into making an appearance. I'm sure it'd be much better with some company."

I'm pretty sure my heart stopped beating for a brief second. I looked at Myka then back at Dani. As if reading my mind, Dani spoke once again.

"I can get my driver to take you guys to drop off Myka while I tie up loose ends and then I can meet you?" she suggested.

I couldn't say no. I'm pretty sure my niece wrecked her expensive jacket, plus I just got invited to an after party with Dani Lovato.

"S-sure. Yeah, that sounds good. Um, okay," I stumbled on my words, heading for the door.

"Santana?"

"Yes?" I turned back and was face to face with those fierce, dark eyes.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" asked Dani, leaning in close.

"Um...no, I don't...I don't think so," I could smell her perfume. It was perfect and making my head spin.

Dani looked towards her table, where Myka sat quietly flipping a Teen Vogue featuring Dani.

"Oh my god! Myka! C'mon!" My heart leapt for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

Dani was smirking when I looked back, I sighed and smiled starting to laugh, we headed outside.

"Oh wait!" called Dani, hanging out her trailer door. I walked back to meet her. She grabbed my hand and wrote a number in pink pen. "Call this number when you guys are ready to go. He'll meet you back here."

"Oh, okay. Thanks."

She winked and called out as we walked back to the front doors, "see you soon."