"Girls just wanna have fun."

[growingfeminism]

Who: Tina Cohen-Chang and Santana Lopez
What: Another one of those sliding door moments
Where: El Bohemio Nightclub, Miami
When: Friday night

Tina had been in Miami for a couple of weeks now, and hadn't really had a chance to catch up with anyone. She had transferred right into her new position at Miami PD, and they threw a bunch of shitty shifts had her that no one else wanted because she was the newbie. Mostly nights, which generally sucked when you didn't know the beat, but luckily she had coped well so far. It had been one of her nights that she had stumbled across El Bohemio and had been meaning to check it out ever since. With both Blaine and Puck busy right now with Kurt just out of the clinic (Tina didn't want to crash on that so soon because Kurt had been through quite the ordeal and needed to get his bearings in the real world again), she had to entertain herself. Of course, she always had the option of hanging with Sebastian and Jeremy who were also newly in town, but she hadn't actually spoken to Jeremy in sometime and things would no doubt he awkward now. It was a bridge she wanted to wait a little longer to cross, though as Blaine's brother and she has Blaine's fag hag, it wouldn't be avoidable forever.

Instead, she wanted to get her dancing shoes on and she hit the bar... a notorious lesbian hot spot in Miami. It felt like ages since she had gotten laid. She was in Miami with the surf and the sun and the sand, what better way to become acclimatised than with a hot chick between the sheets? She was more than ready to put her marriage and divorce well behind her. She had been miserable and it ultimately led to a shitty divorce. She felt bad for what she did to Artie, and it was why she had never told anyone why she was unhappy in her marriage. Artie had been connected to all their friends, and even though she cheated with Jeremy, these days, girls were mostly her preference. She wanted to find a relationship with a girl and experience that side of her more. Finding it was just the harder part.

She was done up to the nines in a slinky red dress and had the tips of her hair done with bright red to match... at a salon who happened to name-drop Kurt. It had piqued her senses, to say the least, but the gossip stylists didn't really say much ultimately. She sauntered up to the bar, hoping her ass looked as good as it felt in this dress and sat down on a stool beside chick with a mane of dark curly hair. That wold be fun to run her hands through in the middle of a hot round of sex... She turned to her with a smile. "Hi, I'm Ti- oh holy fucking Jesus Chris!" she shrieked when she saw who it was.

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[have2justbeme]

"Those two were always inseparable," Santana said with a small smirk. "It was like Blaine was the Yoda to Puck's whiny, Empire Strikes Back Luke Skywalker. Eventually, Puck ended up growing up a little by association with someone tiny and way smarter than he was. But Blaine's got way better fashion sense than Yoda. Especially since he outgrew that bowties phase he went through there." She laughed a little at the memory of Blaine and Puck's early days of friendship, and how she hadn't really believed that Puck ended up being a dude fag hag until she saw him and Blaine in action together, the dorks that they were... are. They might have grown up, but mention Toy Story or Back to the Future and you've got yourself a couple overgrown kids plopping down in front of the TV with popcorn popped before you even get as far as finishing the movie title." Tina's thoughts on true love couldn't have echoed Santana's more perfectly, and the Latina found her eyes trailing unashamedly over the other woman's form yet again. Goddamn, she was sure that Tina hadn't been that hot in school. "Oh, I'm right there with you, hot stuff. True love is nice in the movies, and when it's happening to your friends, but it just never seems to come my way. Not that I'm pining away for it. I'll take care of my needs, and have plenty of fun in the meantime. Oh, hell, yeah. He's definitely hot. Even I have to admit that. Built like nothing I've ever seen, and hardworking as hell. But he doesn't seem in any real hurry to get to things on the dating front. Which makes sense, I suppose. For now anyway. He was injured in action, and he's just now getting to the point where he can walk with a cane. But that's leaps and bounds above where he was before." She paused, letting her index finger trace a circular pattern on the inside of Tina's thigh. "I have a fag and his twin in my place, so yours might be better."

"Seb kind of filled me in on what was going on when I got into town. I hate what's happened to Kurt, and I hate that Blainers is getting himself into something he has no idea how to handle. But he's determined as fuck, and I'm impressed. I can't say I'd be going into the situation he's in. In fact, I'm pretty sure that would be a pretty major no-go zone for me. I don't think I could handle helping someone through something so awful. I know that makes me sound like a selfish bitch, but it's the truth of things." There was no denying that she was a little surprised that Germ was good in bed. She didn't think he'd be awful or anything, but "firecracker" wasn't a term she would've expected. "Probably a good plan in the end, if I had my guess," she said. "That's a hell of a bunch of complications there waiting to happen. Plus, if you're not all making it a regular thing with Germ, it means you're available for some fun tonight." She winked, leaning in again to kiss Tina... The Asian woman was one hell of a kisser, there was no doubt about that. Santana was well convinced that Tina could do other awesome things with that mouth, too. "So should we make that trip back to your place sooner rather than later?"

[growingfeminism]

Tina held up a hand with a snort. "Please, Luke was way hotter than Puck will ever be, despite how much he tells everyone to the contrary. Blaine's always been this epic tiny little package of wisdom that he can't help sprinkling all over us unsuspecting bastards. Like fairy dust, only it's invisible and you realise you have been inflicted with it only after he's sitting there all zen and worldly like he was born with the golden touch or something. Yet, he's still a virgin too. Do you know how many times I tried to get that boy laid? He resisted every attempt, kept saying that when he met the right person, he wanted to get that tickly feeling in his belly and the whole world to feel like it was made of hot chocolate because it was so warm. Those were his actual words. He's, like, a living Care Bare. He needs a sunshine embroidered on his gut. We all used to laugh and mock him, but now look? He's gone and found it, hasn't he? Sure, Kurt's not exactly the epitome of Prince Charming. I don't think he was ducking behind the rose bushes in the Disney films to upchuck on the regular, but it's sweet and I'm jealous, because I wish I could find that too. Be taken care of, have someone to take care of. The whole ball game." She sighed wistfully, taking a sip of her drink. She was too skeptical to believe she would ever actually find it, though. She would have to go on some sort of Holy Quest to even begin to search because America certain didn't seem to have what she needed on offer. Then Santana was reminding her that Jeremy was in the picture here and she nodded. "Definitely my place," she confirmed and down the rest of her drink to get up off the stool.

There was no sense waiting. They could talk more on the walk home. The bar seemed so impersonal all of a sudden. She hooked her handbag over her shoulder and nodded towards the door. "Lead the way, sexy," she told Santana with a wink. Once they were outside, it was easier to pick the conversation up again. "Blaine's thriving on it. He was made to care for someone with his whole heart and soul. He worries and it's out of his comfort zone, but Kurt is worth it for him. Hell, he's worth it for all of us. I feel sorry he has suffered so much and been scared of his own existence with so much hate on himself. I can't imagine that. Jez was definitely just a one off, for both of us. He'll always be important to be because he's such a sweetheart. I will tear anyone's tits off who hurt him. But I'm definitely a single lady. Beyonce has nothing on me," she added with a smirk.