A/N: Hello beautifuls! Here is the first chapter to this new story! After I finished The Breakup - Together Again, I knew that I had to start a new one ASAP! I hope that you guys like this first chapter! PLEASE review, it helps me soooo much I swear!

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The Accident

(Santana's POV)

Santana looked around. There seemed to be people everywhere, crowded together and moving around. There was loud noises everywhere, along with strong smells. The Latina knew that she was very, very drunk right now. She could barely register her movements as she was tossed around the dance floor in the club.

As she tried to think straight, she remembered why she was here, alone. Why she was here drinking and dancing all alone. She'd almost forgotten, what with the level of alcohol consumption, but bits and pieces came back to her.

"I can't do this anymore." Puck shook his head.

"Can't do what?" Santana choked out, tears in her eyes.

Santana shook her head. She didn't want to turn into an emotional mess, which is what usually happened when she was drunk. But her drunk mind wouldn't let her stop thinking about it.

"I can't be with you anymore, Santana," Puck told her.

"P-Puck... we've been together for four years!" Santana exclaimed.

Puck and Santana had been a couple since their sophomore year, and it lasted until a year after they graduated. Puck had just broken up with Latina that morning, so of course Santana had gone to get "a few" drinks.

"Four years that I've wasted my dating life. Sorry, Santana, but I don't want to be with you anymore. You never wanted to be with me anyway, you just wanted a good status," Puck accused her.

"No! I really like you Puck!" Santana exclaimed, tears falling from her eyes.

"No, you really don't. And even if you really do, I don't like you anymore. Because our relationship started just to make us both more popular. We're out of high school Santana. We don't need each other anymore. I'm leaving Lima, and you need to plan your life too," Puck insisted.

Santana knew that she was crying by thinking about all of this. She'd only ever been with Puck, and she didn't know how she was going to survive without him. She stumbled around, trying to escape the dance floor. Finally, she found herself at the bar, where someone slid a drink across the counter to her. Without thinking, she downed it and stumbled away.

"My plan was to be with you!" Santana hollered at him. She was angry now.

"No it wasn't, Santana! You're life is more than that, so go live it! We're done!" Puck told her, turning on his heel and storming off. Santana watched him storm away, more tears falling from her face.

"Who needs him?" she grumbled to herself, before she realized that she needed him. She'd never been without him.

Santana huffed. Puck had broken her heart, and now she was a drunk and crying mess. She wiped tears from her face as she took a few steps, before finding herself stumbling to the floor. Then, someone caught her.

Santana couldn't see who this mystery person was. She saw something blond, but she couldn't even tell if this person was a guy or a girl. Since she found herself dancing with this person, she assumed that it was a guy, although she couldn't really register anything going on.

She remembered leaving the club a while later with this person, and both of them stumbling along the sidewalk to wherever they were going, catching each other. She still hadn't registered anything, but she knew that she wasn't even going to remember this later.

Santana groaned as she woke up. Her head was pressed into a soft pillow. Still groaning, she tried to sit up. Her head instantly started hurting, and she fell back against the pillow. The Latina laid with her eyes open, staring at the ceiling. Finally, she realized something.

This isn't my bedroom.

She looked at the mattress. The sheets on the bed were white, hers were black. She looked around the room and noticed that she was definitely in a room that she'd never been in before. Then, her eyes caught on something on the floor.

Her underwear. And her shirt, her pants and her bra. Santana took a shaky breath and looked down at herself. She was completely naked. Dang it! Santana had been in too much of a daze to look at the spot in the bed next to her.

She slowly turned her head to see who was laying next to her. She inhaled sharply upon seeing the person. It's a girl.

I had sex with a girl.

By now, Santana was freaking out. She quickly climbed out of the bed and grabbed her clothes. She put them on as fast as she could, trying to keep her breathing level. Once she was dressed, she grabbed her purse, which was sitting on the floor, and took one last look at the blonde laying in the bed.

She was drunk too, I hope.

Then Santana was gone. Out of the room, out of the apartment, down a set of stairs that went through this apartment building that she'd never seen before, and out onto the sidewalk. The bright sun immediately hurt Santana's eyes, causing her to groan and stumble back against the door.

"Santana?" she heard. Forcing her eyes open a bit, Santana checked to see who was talking to her. "Santana what are you doing here?"

It was Tina. Tina Cohen-Chang, who Santana hadn't seen in months. The Latina groaned. "I don't know."

"Are you sick? Or?" Tina asked, stepping closer.

"Hangover," Santana grumbled.

"So, why are you over here then? I never see you in this area," Tina told her. "Especially not standing outside my apartment complex."

"N-no reason. I gotta go," Santana grumbled, turning and walking away, despite her horrible headache. She couldn't really remember leaving the club, but she knew where in Lima it was, so she made her way as quickly as she could to it.

She unlocked her car and put on her sunglasses, which were sitting on the windshield inside. Sighing as the bright light stopped bothering her, she drove out of the parking lot and to her own apartment building, which was on the opposite side of Lima.

Inside her apartment, she took some Advil and laid down on her couch. How the hell did you end up sleeping with a girl?

Santana's phone rang, and she quickly answered it to eliminate the sound. "Hello?" she snapped.

"Where were you last night?" Quinn demanded to know. Crap! Santana remembered that she had been planning to hang out with Quinn last night, and their friends Alana and Alex, who were two siblings they'd met a little while after they'd graduated.

"Uh..."

"Santana?"

"I was at a club. I was drunk," she answered simply.

"What? Why?" Quinn asked.

Santana swallowed. "Puck dumped me." Quinn sighed loudly on the other end.

"Santana, you knew it was going to happen eventually. You both only got together for your status. And now that he's gone, you an focus on your life and get a guy that you actually like," Quinn told her.

"Yeah, whatever."

"You didn't do anything stupid while you were drunk, right?" Quinn asked strictly. Santana considered telling Quinn about the accidental sex she'd had with a girl in her drunken state, but she immediately decided against that.

"No," Santana answered, huffing. "Look, Q, I have a killer headache and I need peace and quiet okay? I'll hang out with you guys some other time. Bye."

As the Latina laid on her couch with only her thoughts, she let all her questions run through her mind. Was that blonde girl as drunk as I was when we had sex? Was it just an accident, or did she want to do that with me? Do I know her from something?

It doesn't matter, Santana. If she wanted to do that to you or not, it doesn't matter, because you don't want to do that with her. You are straight.

It was just an alcohol caused accident.

Please review what you think of this first chapter! Note: I have never been drunk or had a hangover before, so I'm sorry if all the description was absolutely terrible. Also, follow me on Twitter! BrittzandTana ! Tweet me that you read this first chapter for a shoutout!