Santana and Brittany haven't seen each other in five years. They haven't even heard each other's voice. Or that's what Santana thinks. And one day she makes the wrong, or right, decision to talk about their past on her radio show.

All I could think about was Brittany. Her blonde hair, held tight in a high ponytail, her blue eyes, mesmerizing and alluring, her perfect body and long legs, her piercings and her tattoos, wondering what they meant, why she was so guarded and what was her story.