A/N [8.18.2018]: This story is currently beingREWRITTEN. It will be a slow process since I also have law classes. So, please bear with me. It will be worth it, I promise! There will be significant changes but I will do my best not to deviate from the original plot. It will be the same badass Quinntana goodness. I will be posting the revised version on archiveofourown instead.

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Summary: Santana Lopez was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and a black belt around her waist. Being the only daughter of top crime syndicate leader, she lived a luxurious, carefree life. Fame, fortune, flawlessness and friends—Santana had it all, and she was everything Quinn Fabray swore never to love.

This is a Glee Quinntana fanfic with mentions of characters from Pretty Little Liars and Grey's Anatomy, written in varying first person point of view. Inspired by Dianna Agron's upcoming movie, The Family.

Further inspired by the following tracks: You found me by Kelly Clarkson; Set me on fire by Bella Ferrero; Breathe me by Sia; and Let her go by The Passengers.

Disclaimer: All characters mentioned herein belong to their respective owners. All mistakes are mine.

You Spell Trouble

Chapter I

Quinn Fabray

"Tell me one thing I can enjoy in Vegas that I can't do here."

I confidently dared Kurt since I knew there was absolutely nothing Las Vegas can offer that could convince me. It was almost winter season and my interior design apprentice friend asked me to join his pre-vacation adventure in Las Vegas. I wasn't ecstatic about Sin City because first of all, I was not a fan of nightlife, parties and stuff. I'd rather walk on the shores and enjoy the beach. Secondly, if I would have a vacation, I'll do it somewhere far from home. I live in Reno, and honestly, Vegas was just our neighbor.

Kurt eyed me sharply. He stood before me and cleared his throat.

It's on.

"There are first class casinos—"

An instant "no" came out of my lips. There was no way I am spending my hard-earned money on gambling. I mean, I barely make a grand a year. My income basically goes to my rent, food and all other expenses at my apartment. If I didn't apply for a scholarship at University of Nevada, I'm done.

I rested my chin on my hand as I watched my friend contemplate on his arguments. Despite my not wanting to join his weekend escapade in Vegas, I'm still thankful that Kurt considered asking me.

After I left home, only a handful of loyal friends got my back—Tina, Kurt, Mercedes, and Blaine. They keep on insisting Louise, my sister, was on my side but I beg to differ. They're all the same for me, hiding behind my father's connections and success, like ducklings following their mother duck.

Pathetic.

Quinn = 1; Kurt = 0

"Wait, I know… you love opera. There's this one—"

"Whoa—stop right there. You love musicals, not me. You should've tried Tina or Mercedes. This could work on them."

Quinn = 2; Kurt = 0

"Well, the booze and the party are top notch, I can guarantee you that."

"No—do you even know me?" I asked in between laughs. For a supposedly fun weekend, he sure looked serious about it.

I can drink in my apartment anytime, although I couldn't find an opportunity to do so considering my busy, lone living. The second one was kind of ridiculous because Kurt knew I hate loud party music accompanied by inevitable occasional total stranger gradually grinding themselves against you. I mean, was that even considered dancing at all?

Quinn = 3; Kurt = 0

My glamazon friend sighed and sat on the opposite side of the couch. "Fine, what about the girls you could meet?"

Girls in Vegas? I don't think that formula could work for me.

"Seriously, Kurt. It's not like I'll meet my soul mate there. I don't even think there's a decent girl in that place anymore!"

Okay, that may be a little too much, but I have a point to make. I just don't want to mingle with a drunken spoiled brat who wears diamonds in her braces and toenails. I'm a sucker for romance, and that's the least you could find in Sin City.

Quinn = 4; Kurt = 0

Kurt lifted his hands in defeat. "Okay, okay. I give up. If you don't want to accompany your friend in need, then it's fine with me. I'll just…"

"Awww… don't be like that…"

"No. I-it's fine, really…" He looked away in a very dramatic way. I wanted to laugh so hard, but I don't want to break the mood.

"Why don't you just invite Tina or Mercedes? I'm sure either of them will be glad to."

Well, that may not be the best idea. Tina was in New York, rehearsing something, while Mercedes… Let's just say if those two get drunk at the same time… now, that's a recipe for a disaster. Besides, Mercedes was busy helping her grandmother with their business during the weekends.

"…or you could just go somewhere else, the beach, the mountains… We can go to Hollywood if you like." I continued. It would be hard to convince him since he already made up his mind.

What was he thinking anyway?

"It's okay, Q. I know you don't want to come so, let's leave it as that."

"Hey, that's not fair. I am trying my best here. Seriously, why don't you just invite Blaine?"

Kurt and Blaine was a thing back in high school. They were inseparable. As we graduated, however, things fell apart between them. Blaine got a scholarship in Connecticut while Kurt ended up in New York. Our dearest glamazon visits us every weekend. Blaine, on the other hand, calls us once a month. You get the picture.

"I…" Kurt let out a long sigh. "Forget it. I appreciate your effort, Q. I think I'll just go alone."

I maybe a hard nut to crack but I still have my soft spots. He really seemed to need a friend this time. And I think I need a break from my two jobs and advance studies I do. So, Kurt may have lost the debate but he won against me. Maybe he was right. I had a rough year, and I need to rest a bit. It may not be the kind of break that I anticipate but I figured a day or two wouldn't be that bad.

I hope I made the right decision.

Santana Lopez

Fame. Fortune. Friends. Flawlessness. Fuck.

Name it, I have it.

Being the only daughter of Sancho Lopez, one of the country's most honorable politician and leader of the country's most notorious crime group, La Sombra, sure had its perks. Since his shadow hovered the whole country, I became invincible. There was absolutely nothing I want that I never get, and I can do whatever I desire without having to pay for any consequence.

Yes, I can almost always change my fate in a snap of my finger. But no, I am not a god. We were not from Mt. Olympus. It's just the looks that we have in common. I came from the darkness; fed by it, molded by it. We were descendants of the fallen angel, and oh, she's so proud of us.

While I was born with a silver spoon on my mouth, I was also born with a black belt around my waist. Maybe that's a little exaggerated, but that's close to reality. Don't let my blinding glamour fool you. Behind this full grown elegance was a warrior trained to kill.

At the age of eight, I already mastered the arts of kickboxing, Taekwondo, Muay Thai and Capoiera, among others. It was my mom's idea. She said I need to learn how to defend myself without the need for a gun, a sword, or whatever. I need to be prepared for all the evils outside our doors, and I can't afford to be caught off guard.

I became my own weapon.

But more so, she said, what makes a true fighter isn't the number of combat styles one knew, or the number of trophies one won. It's about one's heart—the will to fight for something one believes in.

I think she lost me on that part.

My day wouldn't be complete without having the need to escape my father's henchmen. Since he was elected as a politician, he became stricter than ever. I can no longer go out of the house without a bodyguard.

He wanted to protect me, they said. But I knew it was all for his reputation. As his only daughter, I appeared to be a trophy for him—something he always bragged about to his colleagues. I guess he couldn't let his trophy get stained by anything as heinous as his dark side.

Anyway, this night was no different. My birthday won't be until Monday but since the celebration my father will throw for me will be more beneficial and gratifying for him, I decided to party out this nice Friday night with my ever loyal friends.

"How're we doin' mike?" Puck asked through his wireless earpiece.

We may look like a bunch of trashed youngsters but we're actually a bunch of organized, highly advanced trashed gorgeous youngsters. Seriously. We don't call ourselves anything, but we settle for the band. No one actually leads the band but in case of doubt and confusion, they come to me for final decisions.

There's Rachel Berry, my acting mom, sister and girlfriend all-in-one. Kidding aside, she's my best friend… now. I mean, I used to have Britt sewed on my hips. Her fate, however, brought her somewhere else, somewhere far from us. So, it became Rachel and I. She's the organizer of the band. She had this amazing list of all our connections, and she has a way of bringing things, people, and everything else together.

Noah Puckerman, the dark hand of the band. When there is something to be done, he's the one to call. With his charm, he easily gets his way on almost everything, except us, his friends. He's actually my bodyguard, but he learned that I need not one. So he became my dark errand boy instead.

When it comes to technology, there was no one better than Mike Chan. With his assistant, Sugar, they were cyberly invincible. They both work at an underground company that does extensive technological researches—quite useful if you'd ask me.

As for myself, well… I was the trouble maker. It was my ass which the band ought to save all the time. They were my friends, and they always got my back.

"Definitive, Puckasaurus." The tech geek Mike replied. He had access to all security cameras our manor. Right now, my dad's in Arizona. Perfect.

"Copy that." Puck smiled at us. Rachel rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"You're really doing this tonight?" She asked.

"—especially tonight," I injected. She never really joined us whenever we sneak outside. Like I said, she's the mother I never knew I had.

I wanted to celebrate tonight because it's my only opportunity. Tomorrow, some of our relatives will come to help prepare for my party on Monday. I hate them, I hate that party, and I can't let them ruin the commemoration of the day I graced this world with my presence.

With my friends on their posts, Puck and I were good to go.

Las Vegas should brace itself for us.

Quinn Fabray

Nope. It was definitely not the right decision.

Upon arriving at the Eclipse, a five star hotel and casino own by the Brawns, Kurt left me for some reason I wasn't able to catch. I think he's looking for something, someone. I don't know. I can already smell the alcohol on our way up to our rooms—drunk people around, some people making out wherever, whenever. There were girls clinging to some guy overdressed with blings and whatnot.

I wanted to leave as soon as we arrived.

That was an unlikely option though since Kurt already paid for the rooms. He wanted to be here so much that he paid for everything, even for my car's gas. Well, he could afford it. I can't. Maybe being here was a blessing in disguise. Who knows what will happen, where I'll be, or who I'll meet anyway? I'll be a total stranger to this foreign culture.

Perhaps, that's what makes Vegas the place to go. Nobody knows what you have done, nobody knows where you're from, and nobody knows who you really are. Or maybe they do, but in Sin City, it does not matter. They don't care if you just came from a murder scene as long as you've got enough dollars on hand, you'll be fine… for the time being.

After unpacking a few stuff, I decided to take a walk outside. A change of scenery might help me unwind. On my way out of the hotel, I passed by the casino. The lights were blinding and the sounds, deafening. Good thing I was never a fan of gambling.

Life was the only gamble I'll ever take.

"Hi!"

My thoughts were disturbed by this guy in suit. He had that irritating smile on his face. Maybe it was his teeth—no, it was his lips. They're a little too… pouty for a guy.

"Hi." I answered back. His smile widened at my response. God, he was so weird.

"I take it it's your first time here."

I notice he had an earpiece on his left ear. I'm not sure if I should take that as a bad sign, but since I'm in Vegas, I might as well be more open-minded. A business card poked out of his coat pocket. His tie was neatly made, and his shoes were well polished.

"Why is that?" I replied. He finally stopped smiling. I think that wasn't the response he's expecting.

"The way you look around is just… interesting."

"Interesting?"

"Yes. Your eyes practically scanned the whole area." He was right, I did. My face flushed a little. I thought I was being subtle. "You're not obvious, though. I just happen to be too observant. And you happen to be a vision."

"Oh."

A vision? I hope he's not trying to pick me up. Though he seemed to be a nice guy, I remember Tina's text message:

From:Tina Cohen-Chang

Remember these 5 things, Q: 1) always order your own drinks, 2) keep your phone open at all times, 3) when it's free, it's probably dangerous, 4) never trust a guy in suit (or any guy for that matter) and lastly, 5) never trust a girl with a beautiful face. Enjoy! xo :)

So, I probably call this thing off. I'm not sure I'm ready to socialize anyway.

"I'm sorry for bothering you. I'm Sam Evans." He offered his hands out. I thought names were not a necessity here, but I gave out mine just to be polite.

"Quinn Fabray, and not at all. It is nice meeting you, Mr. Evans."

"Wow, I never thought I'd meet someone with such courteousness in this part of the state. Please, call me Sam. Anyway, I have to go. I guess I'll see you around, Ms. Fabray."

Well he did me a favor for bidding goodbye. "Yeah, I guess."

He finally went on his way, which was towards the crowded hall and out of my sight. I, on the other hand, went outside and started my evening walk.

After walking for around thirty minutes, and been picked up more than a couple of times, I received a message from Kurt. I guess he finally found what he was looking for. Or maybe he just remembered he's here with someone.

From:Kurt Hummel

Meet me at La Forza in an hour. Drinks on me. xo

From:Q Fabray

So, you remember I'm still here. Kidding. ;) Where you at?

From: Kurt Hummel

I just met someone at a café two blocks away.

I'll introduce you later. Excited much! :)

From:Q Fabray

Alright. I'll see you later.

After that conversation, I suddenly felt a rush of different emotions inside me. I can hardly explain it. It was as if something's going to happen, and that I should be somewhere. I-I don't know…

Anyway, I guess I'll just meet Kurt at the bar later.

It's been an hour and yet there's no sign of Kurt Hummel anywhere. I tried texting him a few times all to no avail. The bar tender had been eyeing me since I arrived. Well, I can't blame him. An hour had passed, and all I ordered was water.

I just don't want to be wasted alone, that's all.

Just when I was feeling bored enough to leave, I received a message from Tina.

From: Tina Cohen-Chang

Have you sinned yet? ;)

From: Q Fabray

Yeah, by not making one. :p

From: Tina Cohen-Chang

You're no fun! Seriously though, how are you? :)

From: Q. Fabray

Sad and sober. Kurt have yet to show his glamour to this bar.

Do you have any idea who he might be seeing? I haven't seen him since we came here...

From: Tina Cohen-Chang

No idea. You mean he's already with someone? That sneaky glam!

Through my peripheral vision, I, finally, caught a glimpse of our glamazon friend, I waved at him and upon seeing me, he waved back and walked towards my direction. I sent Tina one last message.

From: Q. Fabray

I know… I'll catch up with you later. Kurt just arrived. xo

From: Tina Cohen-Chang

Okay, but I want full details later! ;) xo

As usual, Kurt burst in like a celebrity. His fashion sense earned him quite an audience as he approached me. Everything seemed to be perfect, except for the fact that he was alone. I thought he'll introduce me to someone?

"You're late." I greeted him.

"A royalty is never late, everyone else is simply early." He winked at me. I eyed him sharply in return.

"You watch too much Princess Diaries." I sip on my glass of water.

Kurt ordered himself, and I quote, "a hard one, with a dash of class." I forgot what the bartender gave him but I was certain that he winked at him after passing his order.

"Please don't tell me that's all you're drinking."

I looked down at my glass, now empty, and turned back to him, shrugging. "I thought you're here with someone?" I tried to change the topic and he almost choked in his drink.

"I'll answer your question but you have to take this one," He waved at the bartender. "She'd love a punch."

"What? Wait, you're not getting me drunk before you spill."

He answered me with silence. That confirmed something was up. The bartender handed me a glass of punch. A smile curved on his face. He's probably thinking, thank god this girl's finally drinking something appropriate or thank god I'm finally earning from her. I mentally kicked his groin.

"It's Blaine." Kurt spoke, bringing me back to reality.

"Blaine's what?" I replied confusedly. It took me one sip of the punch before I got it. It was Blaine who he met earlier. "Oh." Was all I managed to say.

"I wanted to surprise him, that's why I was so eager to come. He didn't know I knew he'll be here, nor he knew about us spending our weekend here."

"So, he's really here. Why? And where is he? Why isn't he with you?"

I couldn't stop myself from bombarding him with questions. Blaine was my friend too, and he's been absent not from Kurt's life alone, but to all four of us.

"He's here for a convention, and…" He hesitated for a moment.

"…and?"

Kurt sighed. I saw tears on his eyes which he's been trying to hold as he looked away from me. "He's here with someone."

I knew that was going to happen someday, just not this way. No further words were needed for me to realize how my friend must be feeling. He was his first love, and we knew those things don't easily pass.

I should know.

I held his free hand and squeezed it a bit. I'm not sure what to tell him. When it comes to these things, Tina was the one to talk to. I mean, I've had some experiences close to his situation but… I don't know. I just feel like I can never play the role or Dr. Love, ever.

"Well, fuck that. I'm single, and I'm in La Forza, so let's just enjoy what Vegas can offer." He forced a smile and raised his glass for a toast. I smiled back. I leaned closer to him and whispered, "…and the bartender has his eyes locked on you since you came in."

Kurt raised his eyebrow, smirked and mouthed "I know right."

"To Vegas!" He cheered.

"To Vegas!"

Santana Lopez

We've got only one destination tonight, La Forza del Destino—my favorite bar in Vegas. What an odd name, I know. You'll have to ask Aria Montgomery about that one. She's Puck's cousin and the owner of the bar. We've met twice before and if I remember correctly, we made out on each occasion. Tonight, they're throwing a party for me.

As soon as we arrived at the bar, we were escorted to the VIP lounge. On our way there, people were waving at us, greeting me with their smiles, varying from shy and sweet to flirty and dirty. It's no news that I'm famous. I was destined to be one.

Damn, I love being me.

I shot a few winks here and there not to disappoint my dearest fans and admirers. Puck was so lucky to walk beside me. Slowly, people started to swarm us. Someone even tried to take a picture of me. Unfortunately for him, Puck was quick enough to stop him from committing what could probably lead to my getting caught. He took his camera and pushed him away from the crowd

While Puck decided to take a walk outside with the paparazzi, I hurried towards the lounge. I can't be left alone with these ladies around…

Anyway, a few moments later, the DJ announced Aria's presence. I know I am dazzling, but Puck's cousin was hot as well. I wouldn't be surprised if we end up having our third make out session tonight. She waved at the crowd before she joined me.

"Hello, gorgeous." She kissed me on my cheek, a few seconds longer than the usual. Her smell was sort of nostalgic. It reminds of the first night I saw her in this very place. Damn, I was turned on that easy. That's what happens when I hang out with momma Rachel. I became celibate for quite a long time. And you know what happens when you keep a hungry tiger in a cage for too long…

As a token of appreciation, and for my own gratification, I greeted her back by aiming for her luscious lips. I heard her moan so I decided to make it a little longer than I intended to. I felt her hands on my head, pulling me closer. She licked my lower lip and bit it. That earned a moan from me. I pushed my tongue inside her mouth to get back, causing her to moan even more. We started with her leaning over me, and she ended up sitting on my lap. My hand trailed her back, down to her ass and squeezed it.

I was ready to call the night off for the party and have Aria to myself when Puck came in to intervene.

"Whoa! Easy there, tigress." He said, followed by a huge grin.

Startled, Aria jumped off me and sat beside me instead. We both shot him a piercing look. I just hate this guy sometimes.

"And here, I thought this is my party." I said sarcastically.

"What? You want me to leave?" He answered. I wanted to say yes, he should leave the two of us alone but his cousin spoke before I could respond.

"Fuck you."

"Oh, no. I'd rather not." He winked at me. I rolled my eyes in disgust.

"You're hopeless, Noah." His cousin said. She waved to one of the waitresses and asked for our usual poisons.

"Whatever. You love me."

It was true. Despite his disgusting habits, Puck has a special place in our hearts—Rachel and I. He's the brother we both never had. As for Aria and I… no, we're not an item. Besides, I don't do commitments, relationships, and feelings. They just make life complicated and miserable.

"How's the business going, sis?"

"I think you could see for yourself." Aria proudly said. It was true. I can't remember being here and not seeing a jam-packed bar. She had a point. It was really a successful one. Puck laughed and resumed consuming his booze. A true Puckerman, however, wouldn't really enjoy himself unless he found someone to warm him up.

"The dance floor's calling me. Wanna come?" He asked us both. Since Aria excused herself, I followed Puck. As soon as I entered the dance floor, a couple of red heads joined me.

I wanted to have fun that night, to get wasted and to get my macks on. It sucked to live in a mansion, be famous and not enjoy nightlife. I used to be free to do whatever I want, whenever I want, wherever I want, with whoever I want to do it with. I miss having fun, living the day to the fullest like it's my last. I miss everything there was before my dad became a politician and decided to cleanse me of all my vices which I called happiness.

That was not me rebelling. I was just trying to be happy again.

Quinn Fabray

Halfway through my punch came these two people who were treated like celebrities. Kurt turned his head to look at the fuss. I, on the other hand, simply ignored them. I was not a fan of those celebrities. I learned to loathe them since…

"Who's that?" Kurt shouted as the crowd grew louder. That brought me back to my senses.

"We prefer to call them, the main event." Bob, the bartender, answered him. He was looking at the same direction as he wiped one of the glasses.

"Like performers?" I asked blatantly. I wasn't really interested but that main event thing was a little curious to be honest.

Bob looked around before he leaned closer to us. "If you don't know, don't ask; if you do, don't tell." I raised an eyebrow. Wow, they really seemed important. Even the military abolished that don't ask, don't tell thing. Not unless they're sort of mafias, or yakuza.

Why did I find that funny?

"Is this some magical pub? Are we in Diagon Alley?" I laughed at my own words. I was almost done with my punch, and yeah, I'm tipsy enough to make such jokes out loud. "…that's not, you-know-who, right?" I laughed again. The bartender simply shook his head and walked off. Yup, he haven't read nor seen Harry Potter.

I was too amused by myself that I failed to notice the ruckus behind me. Apparently, some paparazzi managed to sneak in and tried to take a picture of the main event. I guess that scene was normal in this place. Some people ignored them too.

Kurt kept tapping his hand against the table. He had this serious face on.

"…where… when…" He murmured to himself.

"Kurt!" I patted his shoulder which made him look at me.

"What?" He responded, Irritated by my distraction. I simply smiled at him.

"Why so Sirius?" I sang in the tune of Raise Your Glass as I raised my glass to him. Damn, I love that song, only if it's with the Harry Potter lyrics. Yeah, I'm such a Potterhead. I chuckled, not really interested in what he had to say.

"I think I know them…" He said. I glanced at him and turned back at my punch. Bottom's up! "…I just can't remember that well…" He continued. He dismissed the idea and went back to drinking.

Maybe the party indeed starts at twelve. I was already a little dizzy by that time everyone was just starting to party. I guess they were waiting for the main event, whoever that was. I don't care.

Kurt was obviously enjoying himself as he laughed at the bartender. I was happy for him because that's exactly what he needed—to forget why we were here in the first place. As for myself, I ran out of booze. I'm dizzy and I have no plans of consuming more alcohol that I could hold. Yeah, I'm a lightweight when it comes to this. I was just not used to having this kind of fun.

That's when sadness crashed in. Fun for me was lying on the grass, or under a tree, or walking on the shore, or staring at the wide dark sky, while holding her hand, softly against your own, being able to touch her face, look into her eyes and not see yourself staring back at you, rather her soul, her whole being offered to you, making you fly and reach beyond the sky with your feet anchored to the ground.

I'm a sucker for romance; hopeless. I wish I could go back in time and feel that again. I wish I spoke my heart out when I still could. Maybe I won't be here by then. I'll be having my kind of happy.

I watched the people pour their hearts out on the dance floor. I wonder if they were really enjoying themselves. Perhaps, that was right. Being around with people you barely knew you, not caring about your past, and just living the moment, could be delightful.

My brief soliloquy was interrupted by the DJ's announcement, broadcasting the arrival of the bar's owner, Aria Montgomery. I must admit, she's gorgeous. Everyone in the bar seemed to think so as they cheered on her, whistling, clapping their boobs—hands together. I hate alcohol.

And then I saw a goddess on the other side of the room.

Sitting on the lounge alone, watching everyone else, pretty much exactly what I do. A simple tank top and jeans gave her body justice. I never knew that was possible until I saw her. It's a shame that I was too far to see her face, but I bet the gods and goddesses must've envy her. I mean, I feel it.

I stared and noticed how familiar she was indeed. I think I could finally understand Kurt. She does look familiar, only that I can't quite put my finger when or where I saw her. From where I was sitting, her figure, it all points to… Oh, no. She looked like someone I know—knew.

That's when the carnival of emotions returned. I could feel it in my stomach, in my hands, in my bones. I wanted to stand, to run fast, to hit someone with my fist, to bawl my eyes out, to hide. Everything I thought I forgot came rushing back; the memories, the feelings.

I now officially hate this goddess before my eyes.

"…and she's gay." Kurt whispered to my ear, looking at the goddess—girl's direction. I followed his gaze and saw her making out with Aria. My heart skipped a beat and my mouth went dry. I turned away before I say or do something stupid.

"I get it now! I knew why she looked so familiar." Kurt sipped on his third glass of whatever he's been having. I shot him a piercing look, hoping he would get the message. "She looked like Em! Do you remember? Emily of the fields?"

Of course, I remember. How can I forget? She's my every first. Kurt knew about that, but I guess he's not sober enough to recall how I literally buried everything that reminds me of her.

"The skin tone, the hair, shape of the face—I could even mistake them for twins!" He chuckled. Damn, I wanted to punch him square in the face to hush him up. I suddenly had the urge to drink more.

I asked Bob for tequila, and that's when I got Kurt's attention.

Finally.

After I drank it straight, I bid goodbye to my friend and headed for the exit, careful not to catch a glimpse of Emily's gorgeous doppleganger.

"Hey, drive safely, okay?" He said.

I nodded just to assure him that I won't do anything stupid.

Stupid.

Santana Lopez

The dance floor somehow felt like home. Everyone wanted to dance with me, and I didn't mind. I just let myself feel the rhythm and be free. I felt the alcohol kicked in as I felt a little lightheaded. I hanged on to someone, still dancing. My eyes roamed around as my body twirled to the music.

And there I saw an angel. The bar maybe a little crowded, but she was glowing. I can't see her well because of all the movements, and the booze I drank. Still, I felt lighting strike my heart. There's something about her that I just couldn't explain. I unknowingly held my breath as I stare at her from afar. I can't explain the marvels happening inside my stomach. The world hushed, and my body went numb.

"What's wrong, babe?" A tall guy asked me, disturbing my thoughts. Another guy with beard stood beside him. Apparently, I ended up dancing with them without me knowing. They grinned as he tried to grind himself against me.

My reflexes wanted to kick him but I resorted to pushing him away. "Go away, perv."

"Oh, come on. We're just having fun here, aren't we?" He pulled me closer to him, and that's when I snapped.

"I said go away!" I kicked him in the groin, and as he lowered himself to attend to his aching balls, I smashed his head against my knee. I didn't have a black belt for no reason.

The guy groaned loud enough for everyone to see. He lay on the floor, twitching with his nose bleeding. The other guy was so shocked that it took a couple of seconds before he finally reached down to his friend's aid. Everyone else had their mouths open, just surprised as the guy was.

I looked back to where the angel was but she's already gone. I tried to look for her everywhere my eyes can reach all to no avail. The angel flew away, leaving me stranded alone in the middle of the bloody dance floor.

"You okay?" Aria pulled me off the dance floor to my rescue. She brought me to her office. I saw Puck covered for me back where I left. "I'm sorry. I should've cleared the bar before you came in." She said. I saw regret in her eyes. Sometimes, I hate impressions I make to some people. I'm not totally a bad person, just evil.

"Don't be ridiculous. I won't let you do that. What's the fun if it's just us?"

Wait, that was wrong. Of course it could still be fun even if there's just the two of us. We rarely see each other, and when we do, I always wanted to tear her clothes off. I know she feels the same by the way she looked at me.

"Yeah." She replied indifferently. "I'll excuse myself. I'll just check on the guys downstairs." With no further words, she left. I guess I offended her. And I just screwed off my chance to get laid tonight.

…or morning. It was half just past two and my night's already messed up. I needed a drink, so I took a black label whiskey in one of Aria's alcohol safe.

Part of me wished I listened to Rachel, stayed at home and watched Mean Girls over and over—that made me laugh. Who am I kidding? I'd rather have this fun than die of boredom in that mansion. I just wish Rachel was here. I could imagine the look on her face if she ever witnessed what I did on the dance floor.

Amused, I smiled to myself.

As if she had a radar to everything I do, I received a call from Rachel. She'll probably scream at me for using my skills for my own safety.

"S." I answered.

"Santana! Thank god, you picked up. Where's Puck? I've been calling both of you for five minutes now!"

Just like a mother. "He's…" I peeked on the window to look for Puck downstairs and saw him just where I left. "…busy."

"Busy? That's not an excuse and you know that! If I'm there you are both dead…broccolis!"

"Berry, relax. Everything's fine here. Why did you call anyway? It's almost 3 in the morning." I brought that up because I knew even if we're out partying at night, Rachel would at least take a short nap between 2 to 4 am.

"Everything is NOT fine! I received a call from Spence, Britt's partner, remember?"

Right. In CIA, they work by twos, or most of them at least. Brittany got partnered to a geek named Spencer Hastings. She graduated as top student from Harvard law, blah blah blah. I don't really care.

"What about her? Why is she calling you?"

"Shut the attitude. We should be thankful that she called in Britt's absence."

"Will you drop the bomb already? What's this all about? You're ruining my party!" I yelled as I ran out of patience. And because hearing about Brittany or that Spencer pissed me off too.

"Your dad, he's on his way home."

Now that's definitely a bomb.

"Here's the plan: you get back here as fast as you can. Your dad's plane will land in Long Beach airport at exactly 0500s. That'll give you at least two and a half hours to drive back in here. Take alternative routes. I heard that Schue will lead a decoy coming from Zamperini.

The previous plan will stick, you're here with me. That will buy us around thirty minutes more. Got it?"

"Loud and clear."

"Good. We'll take care of the traffic lights, and patrol cars in your way."

"Okay."

That was it. Although my party was cut short, this rush could make up for it. I've been anticipating this kind of night for a while now. I'll be able to utilize my Ferrari's full potential without any doubt of getting caught.

"San?" I heard Rachel's voice. I thought I hanged up already.

"Yeah?"

"Come home safe."

And the line went dead.

If I didn't know better, I'd say Berry was in love with me. I do love her… like a sister, a mom, a dad—she's like my whole family put together, only better.

Time was of the essence, so I headed downstairs to get Puck and go home. Things, however, can get worse and they did. From the window, I saw policemen enter the bar. They were approaching the guy I hit earlier. He looked like a child, whining about his lost—or cracked—candy. He must've called them in. I knew there was something off about that guy. He looked too proud of himself. Well, he messed with the wrong person. Puck was with them, Aria by his side. I was pretty messed up too.

I needed to get out of there fast, and the cops cannot absolutely see me or I might as well call my dad and say, "Hey! I'm having a party here in Las Vegas. I won't be home until 7:00 am tomorrow." Damn it.

I checked my watch, 3:05 am.

Hijo de pu—of course! There's another way I could get out this mess.

I just hope it'll work.

Quinn Fabray

It was freezing outside. I wanted to go back and have some more alcohol to warm me up, but then I remember the reason why I left.

Yes, I'd rather leave.

I round up the bar and found my car parked nearly at the back. Well, the front was jam packed with either luxury cars or race cars. I've got a second hand Ford Explorer, a gift I bought myself not a year ago, and I don't think she mind taking the road less travelled, more so the parking lot less used.

The streets maybe almost empty, but the lights that bring Las Vegas to life were all alive, flickering bright. New York must be envious, I bet

As I entered my car, my phone rang. It was Tina.

"Hey, T."

"You're awake! I was worried you might already be asleep, or busy…" I heard her laugh on the other line. She was in New York for her rehearsals.

"I hate to disappoint you but…"

"You haven't got yourself a nice pair of boobies? Oh, come on, Quinnie. Grow a pair!"

"For the record, my boobs are fine. I just didn't feel like…"

"What, hooking up? Did you even talk to anyone?"

"Well…"

She had a point. I didn't even try to talk to anyone, and when someone tried to do the same to me, I kept my walls up, with lions guarding the front gate, and dragons looming above the walls. Does that make me a horrible person? It's not my fault I lost interest in mingling with people. I was never a social one, so no one can use that against me.

"I'll take that as a no. Oh, well, you still have until tomorrow. Clock is ticking, Q!"

"I'm not desperate to get laid, T. I just came to accompany Kurt…" I was interrupted by a police car passing by. "…that's all."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that. How's Kurt anyway? What happened? Details, Q."

"Aren't you supposed to go on your rehearsal today?"

"It's too early for that. I have until seven, so you better spill, and do it quick."

Blaine wasn't really my story to tell, so I just briefed Tina about him, his convention, and his relationship. It drove her mad that he managed to totally disregard us, his friends, who lives a couple of hours away from where he stayed. I also told her about the girl who looked like my ex, Emily. She laughed at first, but consoled me in the end. She said that might be a sign for something, she just didn't specify what it was.

Maybe that's for her to know and for me to find out.

Or perhaps we're both clueless.

Just when I was about to start the car, the front passenger door opened and a hooded man entered my car. I was ready to take my taser gun under my seat when the man took off his—err, her hood and unzipped her jacket.

"Damn weather." She whispered.

My heart fell into the depths of the world upon realizing who it was. Everything stopped; those lights flickering, sounds ringing, my breathing, my heart's beating. A nostalgic scent burned my nose, scrapping old wounds back to life, reviving my bleeding heart, hunting my memory.

"Do you know how to drive?" She asked sarcastically.

There at the passenger seat, I saw Emily, fixing herself like what she always does. She had that stupidly beautiful smile on; her face glows in the midst of darkness that was my car. A lot of things rumbled in my mind. I wanted to ask her so many questions, but I can't make a sentence of two. Nothing made any sense.

She shouldn't be here. She's not supposed to be sitting here with me, smiling like nothing was wrong because everything was wrong. Since the day she left, nothing felt right again, ever. It's been years and I'm still stuck on the same ground where I buried everything that reminded me of her. I promised myself that I would move on; tomorrow, the next day, the day after that, one day, eventually.

That day never came, however. Although I kept on telling myself that I already made it, that I'm finally free from everything that was Emily, something will come up; tearing down all progress I made, bring me back into square one.

She cleared her throat to remind me of her presence. I snapped back into reality and felt hatred rush through my veins.

"Get out." I ordered.

I breathed in and kept my eyes away from her. It's painful to see her right where I hoped she would stay—beside me. I felt my hands shake as I held on the steering wheel. I held the tears in my eyes. I may not have fully changed but I've grown. I'm stronger now.

I was prepared to shoo her off my car, but next thing I knew, her soft lips were on mine. I felt her breathe on my skin, and it was burning me. I wanted to resist but my body betrayed me. Her tongue was stroking my lower lip, and I moaned. God, why am so I weak? I finally closed my eyes and… let go.

The kiss was slow and it turned somewhat passionate. Something inside me burned. The riot inside my stomach was gone, the numbness, the pain, the memory, everything. For the first time in my life, one kiss made me feel complete and safe… again.

She pulled me in closer, and I did the same. My hands got tangled in her hair. More tears streamed down my face. I wish time would stop. I wish I could stay in her arms forever.

We shared a festival of lights. Fireworks would be jealous. It was magical beyond belief. Nothing could ever compare to that feeling.

After I felt her lips part from mine, I opened my eyes, thinking why we stop. And then I saw a totally different person right before my very eyes. I saw this child trapped inside the darkness, waiting to be found, wanting to be loved. Astonishment, excitement, craving—it was all written in her face. I felt her sadness, her emptiness, her wishes, her desires.

That's when I realized how her touch was different, her scent was new, and her taste...

It was definitely not Emily.

It wasn't her at all.

Santana Lopez

When you've got so little time, you can either rush, or improvise.

I chose the latter.

While the commotion continued inside the bar, I took the emergency exit in Aria's office and headed down to the parking lot. Unfortunately, there were policemen in the front where my Ferrari was fitfully parked. Tough luck.

Taking a cab was not an option, and running away was a suicide mission. I need to get away with my face hidden or I'm dead meat to my father.

Although my father was a politician, he was a gangster first. I maybe his only child, but no one—and I mean absolutely no one—was exempted from following his rules. You break one, you're dead by dawn. Well, while he might not really kill me, I'm still frightened by whatever he might do that could almost equate from dying.

No, shit, I won't.

By some stroke of luck, I saw an old SUV parked at the back. I was prepared to "borrow" it from the dirty old man who owned it at all costs, but I was mistaken. I hid behind the post and peeked at who was inside. I froze.

It was the angel from the bar. I looked closely, thinking that I might be hallucinating from all the booze I drank earlier. It was really her, smiling to herself while she's probably texting someone. I wish I could hear her voice.

Why not?

I scanned the area to make sure it was clear. It was a little tough though because she parked facing the wall. I mean, who does that? Anyway, I pushed my luck, hoping she's busy enough not to notice me. I put on my hood. I went through the back and calmly headed for the passenger seat.

As I sat inside, I took off Puck's jacket.

"Damn weather." I murmured.

One reason why I hate wearing guy's clothes? The smell. I thought we already taught Puck proper hygiene. That bastard. I fixed myself, aware that my angel—the girl, I mean—was looking at me by that time, most likely surprised and stunned by my glamour. I couldn't help but smile at the thought.

I gave her a few more seconds before I checked on the side mirror. The cops could round up the bar, for all I know. She took forever, though, so I decided to speak up.

"Do you know how to drive?" I asked. Impatience was finally reaching my guts.

She sat still, speechless. Sometimes I regret how gorgeous I am. I mean, I need to get away from here but this girl sure was too fascinated to comprehend. I turned away from her, waiting. It was only then when I noticed the scent inside. It smelled like the beach, reminding me of the waves, the calmness. It almost felt like… home.

Through my peripheral vision, I noticed how truly stunning she was as well. Her golden locks accented her beautiful face. Her smile was gone, and I felt that I missed something truly amazing.

A sudden pain pinched my chest. Will I regret boarding this car? Will I regret coming to this bar? Will I regret going out this night? I looked outside, wanting to take a breather. But as I glanced on the side mirror, I saw two cops with their flash lights on. One was walking towards our direction.

Panic ran through my veins. But in times like this, I learned how to stay calm and think. The girl's voice didn't help though.

"Get out." She said. Weird, I thought I saw tears in her eyes.

I smiled. I don't know what's going through her mind then, nor do I have any idea what her issues were, but I really, really, need to get out of this mess.

So, I kissed her.

I was confident enough to think that no one in their right minds would say no to one Santana Lopez. Upon touching her lips, however, I felt everything backfired to me. It was electrifying, frying me to my very core. I closed my eyes and the world hushed. Her breathing was the only thing I could hear, the beating of her heart close to mine.

I fell right through the rabbit hole, swirling down to the depths of the world. But I didn't care. I pulled her closer, wanting more. Her tongue touched mine and I moaned. Fuck, the girl was good.

I was ready to die at that moment.

I said die, not get caught. A voice outside the car brought me back up to earth.

"Hey, miss." One of the cops said. "This is, uh, uh…"

I wanted to end him for looking, but I'd rather stay where I was.

"Let them be, Gus." Another one spoke. He sounded older than the other.

"But we're…" The first one hesitated.

Go away.

"What's wrong with two girls having some fun? Give them some space." The older guy chuckled. "…and welcome to Las Vegas, boy."

Damn, that was close.

When I was sure they were no longer there, I went back to wonderland. The kiss turned wet, it made me… no, the kiss wasn't wet. It was tears. The girl was crying. I ended it. I opened my eyes and I indeed saw tears.

Was I an awful kisser?

Or was it tears of joy?

What have I done wrong?

That's when she finally opened her eyes—those fucking gorgeous eyes. Heaven was staring at me, that's what it felt like. I got lost in those hazel swirls. My heart pounded hard inside my chest. There something in her eyes I can't quite comprehend though. They were talking to me in some language I couldn't understand.

Strange, I actually wanted to understand.

But she turned away from me. She took a deep breath and wiped her tears.

"I-I'm sorry." She softly said, and I melted. Guilt embraced my bones, haunting my every nerve.

That feeling…

It was awfully wonderful, and mysterious.

"I need a ride." What? Did I just say that? Damn, I'm so stupid sometimes. I thought she was finally going to pull that taser gun under her seat. I thought she was going to call the cops, dial 911 or something.

"Okay," was all she said.

And we went on our way.

TBC

A/N: My first story that falls under the action genre.

I know you guys are thinking "oh, there she goes again, writing another story that will definitely not end." You're probably right, or not. No one can say for certain. Let me say this though: I already have this story mapped out of my head and put most of it into writing.

I hate to disappoint but I know I have been a very disappointing writer. This is my peace offering to you guys.

- InksandPapers