"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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[growingfeminism]

"Physical therapy, huh?" Tina couldn't help but grin at this, just for the innuendo alone. "You don't happen to have any hot lesbian clients, do you? If not for yourself, maybe throw a few scraps my way?" She was only joking, of course and gave Santana a small, gentle nudge in the arm with a wink. It wasn't like she was going to sit here and talk about pulling other chicks when there was an undeniable chemistry bubbling between them. It was really odd for Tina to experience, because she had been so intimidated by people like Santana back in school, but sooooooo much had changed, and changed within her, that it was like her high school self was another person completely these days. She had self-confidence and drive, and sure, even some bitchy sass of her own when she needed it. She had grown up, and it looked like growing up really worked well for Santana too. Tina had no choice but to be impressed. She was liking what she was seeing and hearing. Liking it a lot. "Do you like your job, though? I mean, I jokingly complain about mine, but I actually love it. Never, ever something I could have anticipated seeing myself doing in a million years, but I sort of feel like it's what I am made to be doing." But then Santana's lips were on hers, and it was a forceful, yet chaste kiss. She wet her lips in the wake of it and tilted her head a little. "Mmm, nope... going to need more to really formed a complete evidence-supported opinion," she added with a smirk.

"I can handle the Puckzilla, and he knows it too. I think I deserve a medal putting up with him and Blaine over the years. Of course, it's been a constant battle with Rachel over who is the better hag, but I'm clearly way hotter and more successful than she is. We sort of have a love/hate thing going on. Frienemies or something. She's not my biggest fan. Thinks I should have stayed married to Artie, but I can't blame her for her opinion. She doesn't know the full story, so it's uninformed, so to speak." She lined up another round of shots, balancing the shot glass between her fingers, and she gave a small shake of her head. "Nope, I had a hot, hard fuck with his carbon copy... when I was still married," she revealed and then took the second shot because this time, she really needed it.

[have2justbeme]

"Oh, yeah. Physical therapy... Not gonna lie, though, I could use a little physical therapy of my own. What about you, T?" She smirked playfully, drumming her fingers on the bar to the beat of the music. "I've got a strict no fucking my clients rule... It kinda tends to be bad for business once things go south, which they inevitably do when you... you know, fuck your clients. Too much drama. And there's enough drama in the day to day now that I don't want to bring it to work, too." Santana was honestly loving this whole conversation. It was a little out of the ordinary for her, given that lately, all she'd really done was pull, go a hot round of sex, and move on. It was nice to actually talk beyond the standard pickup talk. "God, yes, I love my job," Santana replied honestly. "It's amazing, and it lets me use my bitch side for good and not evil... well, as long as you don't ask my patients, because they'd probably disagree on that particular topic. I never thought you'd be a cop with how shy you used to be, but goddamn, girl... Get it and own it. It's totally hot." Tina's response to the kiss earned her a playful grin from Santana, who turned just a little in her bar chair to rest her hand very suggestively on Tina's leg, just a little above her knee. "There's some evidence that I can't show you here, but if you play your cards right, you may have all the evidence you need to make a call." There was a hint of light teasing in her tone, and she winked at Tina, but she wasn't opposed at all to the idea of taking the other woman home tonight if the cards fell right.

"Last I heard, Puck was crushing hard on Quinn... Which is all kinds of awkward, since that's Kurt's number one hag. Then, she always kind of was. Or in a tie with Mercedes is more like it. Those three were a force to be reckoned with, and not even my bitchery could break through and get my diva on there. Rachel herself was left for dust in the wake of that shit. Rachel's... different. She and I were never friends, and it was always funny to me that she ended up a fag hag. She may have changed now, but when we were younger, there wasn't ever a lot of anything outside the realm of her own self-absorbed bullshit that broke through for her. I hope she's changed." And that was when Santana's jaw dropped open in absolute shock. "Ge... Germ? You fucked Germ? And it was hot?" It was really no offense meant to Germ, but in Santana's head, he really was the sweet and innocent one. She couldn't imagine his having had a fuck with a married woman. Or that it would be all that hot with him firmly in the camp of only really wanting meaningful sex with someone he cared about. "Well, I'll be damned. I never knew our Germ had it in him."

[growingfeminism]

Tina just laughed and gave Santana and overexaggerated wink. "Oh, honey, I can always use a lot of physical therapy. Puck keeps offering to watch too, ever since he discovered I like girls. And honestly, if I was drunk enough, I would probably let him. I've just never told him that. Luckily Blainers is a billion percent gay and has no interest in my tits or what I do with them, so it's kind of a nice delicate balance I have with them. They are just basically the last two people on earth I ever pegged to end up my best friends. I was always so far away in New York, though. Puck and me both became cops simultaneously and we helped each other through the course, but it was from a distance. He was here, I was there. Now I get to joke with him that I could end up his partner, but honestly, I think we would probably kill each other if we had to work together every single day. You get to an age, though, where you don't want to go everything alone anymore. You don't necessarily want to be married with four kids and a dog, because trust me, I'm not sure I want to get married ever again, but I do want the people I love in my life and around me. But tell me, what is so special about your favourite client that you dragged them all the way to Miami with you? And how the hell did they agree to that? You were in DC before, right?" She wasn't shy by any means, and when she felt Santana's hand on her leg, she gave her another smirk and then put her hand over the top of Santana's an gradually eased it upwards.

"That's old news. At least, so I think. He vaguely mentioned she was acting weird and they seemed to agree that it wasn't the best choice for them to hook up. I'm sort of glad because it could have ended up way awkward. Everything with Kurt and Blaine is just full-on and we need all hands on deck, so to speak. I mean, it would be totally weird if Puck and Quinn dated and then had a weird break up when they're both BFFs to Kurt and Blaine. Mercedes. Hell, she was another girl I envied so hard. All that talent and confidence. I had nothing of that. I swear, when I think back to high school days, I break out into hives." She paused and then had to give a wry nod of her head now she ha confessed. "One of the hottest I've ever had, believe it or not. I guess you could say I'm bi, but these days, all girls for me. Jez was my last. He left a lasting impression. Not many people know what we did, though. We agreed to keep it on the hush. He was a sweetheart about it. He was the one who convinced me to more get my lesbian on and have the confidence with it. Never doubt the quiet or shy ones. They're always a bomb in the sack. He just lets Sebastian think he's the sex god of the family, but those genes are something else."

[have2justbeme]

The playful banter between them was fun, and totally hot. Santana had always had an extra little thing for a chick who could give as good as she got -- both in and out of the bedroom. Humor, confidence, and a quick wit were selling points that Santana could very much support, and Tina had all three going for her hardcore. "Oh, God, don't... You tell him that, and he's going to be on it like a dog in heat and trying to get you drunk and out on the town. It's kind of funny you and Puck are so tight, and me and Puck are so tight, and we're fag hags to guys who are brothers. Crazy as hell, but kind of hilarious just the same. But you're right. Life changes, and you realize when it does that you want to find your place in it again, because it's not always the same place it was before. But yes. My favorite client was in the military, and I've been helping him with a war wound. He's single, though, and didn't have a hell of a lot holding him in DC, so when the chance came for a change, he took it. I hope it's good for him in the long run, but at first, it was a rough go of things he had. Still not 100%, but he's coming along. I'm really... really good at physical therapy, I guess," she teased again, the lightness of the mood making this so much more fun. Her hand moved of its own accord just that bit higher than even where Tina had directed, but just outside the realms of obscene. She was still playing this by ear, though she had no problem whatsoever with the idea of that red dress lying somewhere near her bed, and Tina very much out of said dress, lying in said bed with her hair all a mess. That was a thought that really had her thinking long and hard about this whole thing. Because that was a mental image she more than wanted to make reality at this point, and she didn't even think it was the booze.

"I gotta catch up with Puckerman more often. It's been a little nuts with trying to get moved into a place of my own, and all that. We've all got so much going on, it's probably best that they decided against it. It's hard to believe we've all come as far as we have, Tina. But you're talented... Don't doubt that for a minute. You have a great voice, and you can dance like whoa. You've got that confidence now, too. I can see it written all over you, and it's completely hot." She shook her head in disbelief. "So our little Germ's a sleeper in the sex stakes? Everybody things he's quiet and just chill, but he's really a world rocker in the sack? Good for him! Seb's always talking about his latest fuck, but it sounds like Germ's using that energy to actually go out and get the job done. Kudos to the good twin."

[growingfeminism]

Tina gave a firm nod of agreement but she did shrug in the wake of it. "The thing is, I think these days Puck's got a bit of the Blainer's Bug and maybe would like to find something more serious and settle down. Even for a few moments there, I thought maybe he was going to hook up with the most unlikely person but it didn't eventuate into anything. Something about it being a bit too weird or... I don't know, I wasn't entirely listening. You tend to have to tune him out sometimes when you're not sure if he's talking bullshit or not. Plus, it was after seven straight night shifts, so my brain was exactly absorbing the woes of his search for true love. I'm cynical on that fact myself. It's like a unicorn, or the Holy Grail. It seems to exist and some have many wonderful tails about it, but when you try to look for it yourself, you don't find unicorns or pretty cups, you find asses or wankers. Artie was never really either, he was just so wrapped up in his own shit that a girl didn't want to settle for being third or fourth best to his interests and his career all the time. I got bored and restless. Plus, deep down, I knew I was batting for both teams but I never really had the avenue to explore that, and I wanted to. Needed to, really. When I did, I found out that maybe I liked it a lot better than dick... or that dick to keep me interested had to be exceptionally special. You get to a point in your life where you just think, fuck it, when do I get to come first and be someone's everything? Until then, I'm happy just to have a hell of a lot of fun. Ohhh, favourite client who is single, huh? Is he cute? Hot? You can't deny a man in a uniform is nice on the eyes. What happened to land him in your care, though? It must have been pretty serious." She licked her lips slowly and tilted her head to the side, her hair tumbling over her shoulder. "So, do you live nearby... and alone? Or is it going to be my place?"

"There's been a lot going on with all of us. Rachel being her typical crazy self. Seriously, if that chick just chilled a little, I might actually enjoy her company, but seriously. Ends up running off at the mouth the first time she sees Kurt in person and tells him he belongs on Drag Race, and then what happens? Kurt goes on an uber-binge, ends up setting his condition into overdrive, and smashes his face on a treadmill when he passes out. And this was all before Blaine knew anything of what was wrong with him. It was just a huge mess. None of us wants to see Blaine hurt, but on the flipside, there's Kurt... someone we all thought of as an unknown quantity in school, but he's seriously hurting and needs help and support. We can't judge him on his ordeal, we need to all rally together to support Blaine to hold him up through it. It's not that easy, though." She had to smirk indulgently to herself. "He's extremely talented. Someone will snap him up sooner rather than later. At least, once they get through Sebastian's gauntlet. But he's a firecracker in bed. Just, we agreed it was best to let sleeping dogs lie because it would have made things too awkward and I didn't want Artie going for his if he ever found out."

[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.