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The smile comes instantly, the second the song finishes and Santana’s staring at her from the top of the stage. Neon lights flash behind, red, yellow and white as her face flashes disbelief, to something resembling joy. She docks the microphone back on the stand and takes her jacket from the top of the unused speaker she had tossed it on. “Okay, I must have died on that stage and I’m either on the Highway to Hell with the Young brothers piloting the bus, or this is definitely a hot girl fantasy and I’m in heaven”. Santana laughs, quickly dismounting the stage to hug her, tightly.
Suddenly she’s in high school all over again, and Peyton’s watching her from the back of stage and Santana feels something akin to butterflies. But that was four years ago, and this is now, and when she pulls back she gives Peyton a once over. “Peyton Sawyer, look at you. I thought you were in LA interning for some big shot record company.”












