anyone else but you | deantana.
Signing up for all those free studio hours was a great idea! It was a chance for Dean to improve some of his dance skills, drop that dreaded freshman fifteen (that he only suspected he was gaining- which was even more worrisome since he was actually a junior), and give him something to do when he was bored. Sure, it was the perfect solution. Except he hadn’t counted on how exhausted he’d be when he topped that with working several hours a week and his normal classes. He was exhausted and in desperate need for something to do.
He’d been to a party about a month ago, but when Mike told him he wanted to have a party at the apartment- well, Dean couldn’t have been more game. He even offered to buy the alcohol which he’d probably been asked to do anyway.
Dean hadn’t actually had a party at his own place in a really long time and was a little nervous but also extremely excited. It was the night of the party and he was still surprised that Mike had suggested it in the first place. But he was new to New York still, it kind of made sense. It was a great way to meet people while also hanging out with friends you already knew.
He knew a lot less people at the party than he’d been expecting which somehow connected with him getting tipsy faster than usual. As soon as he finished his first drink, he made his way back to the alcohol table to pour another one. Before he got there he accidentally bumped into someone, immediately opening his mouth to apologize until he realized he recognized the face. “Okay, are you sure you’re not stalking me?”
It wasn't until Santana was physically present at the party - flashing lights bouncing off her tan skin and people pushed up against each other - that she realized her biggest mistake; arriving alone. Everyone seemed to be paired and chatting it up with someone, because no one in their right mind would show up to a party all on their own. Santana made a note to herself to either stay home or invite someone from work next time. Hopefully she'd be able to find Mike or someone that she recognized, or else she was going to end up being known as that pathetic girl drinking the night away.
This wasn't exactly turning out to be the night that Santana hoped for. Good thing it was still early that the chances of things changing for the better were high - for now. Of course, there was no way that Santana was going to make it through the night sober. She needed some sort of drink in her hand, and she needed it now. But of course, the night wouldn't arrive without a little trouble.
As Santana looked up to see who was the unfortunate soul to get in her way, she was surprised to realize that she actually recognized who it was. And it was also the last person she wanted to run into. "Please, shouldn't I be saying that to you?" she retorted. "Seriously, shouldn't you be busy trying to put your hand down some chick's pants? Or were you just that memorized by my beauty that you had to figure out my every location?"
