Santana's arrival and the subsequent talk with Sebastian had definitely been playing over and over in her mind since that day. Seb had well and truly called her out on her domestic bone, and the fact that she was very much wondering what the kind of caring relationship Kurt and Blaine had would be like. Granted, going to a bar like this, where the main goal was usually to get laid and move on may or may not have been the best plan to make that happen. Still, she saw no harm in having some fun, even if it never led anywhere but to a hotel room for the night. This club was pretty fantastic, and the first night she'd been here, she'd ended up hooking up with a hot Cuban chick who definitely knew her way around the bedroom. She could only hope that this night would have that much luck.

So here she was again, in a pair of slim fitting jeans and a tight button down that had maybe one or two many buttons unbuttoned. Some would say she looked slutty, but Santana called it using her assets, and she had paid damn good money for those particular assets anyway. She might as well flaunt them and put them to good use. The club was full of beautiful women, and Santana had no intentions of going home without having a round with at least one of them.

She was sitting at the bar, slowly sipping a martini, when she caught a glimpse of red out of the corner of her eye. Fuck, that dress was hot, and when the person wearing it spoke, Santana turned just a little, about to say hello. And that was when her mouth dropped open and she just stared in shock. "T... Tina?! What the hell are you doing here?!"