Honey, No Regrets

Home Run

"Think of it as art," Santana said while poking at her salad with her fork.

"Art?" Puck raised an eyebrow. "You want to do a video that you're not featured in; that's not art Lopez, that's boring."

Santana glared up at her producer/friend.

"And me singing with five backup dancers behind me is so original?" She rolled her eyes.

Puck set his beer down and leaned in across the table. He glanced around the busy restaurant and spoke. "Okay, what's going on with you, Lopez?"

Santana ignored him at first, choosing to fumble with the lip of her cup. She could feel his eyes burning into the side of her face.

"What?" She snapped.

"You just seem like you have a lot on your mind, that's all." Puck said while throwing his hands up defensively.

"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be such bitch." Santana sighed.

"But it just comes naturally? It's cool; I get it." Puck sent Santana a playful wink, earning himself an icy glare. "Look, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. I'm going to need you to chin up, though, okay? I'm having a get-together for all the folks who have been working on the album. To say thank you for all the hours they've been putting in." He grinned.

Santana smiled. No matter how upset Santana was, she was incredibly proud of the work they had done. These people deserved our gratitude; there's no reason she should let her sour attitude get in the way. Plus, maybe a night out would serve her some good. Keep her mind off of things.

"That sounds perfect; when?" She looked up at her friend in question.

"Tonight." He smirked.

xx

"God, is it pathetic that I'm this excited about tonight?" Stella questioned.

"No, I think it's great." Santana kissed her cheek and then rolled out of bed, grabbing her silk robe and walking toward the bathroom.

She was standing in the mirror fixing her hair when Stella walked up behind her wrapping her arms around Santana's waist, kissing her neck.

"Then again, how could I not be excited after that invitation?" She smiled into her shoulder.

"Well, I know I've been distant enough lately." Santana sighed, looking at Stella through the mirror and pouting.

"Well, you're forgiven." Stella walked out of the bathroom, heading toward her closet.

"I'm going to have to head home and get ready," Santana said, following her out of the bathroom and leaning against the door panel of the closet.

Stella turned around with a frown. "Really? But you have things here."

"Yes, but there will be a red carpet tonight, and Kurt insists this calls for full hair, makeup and styling." she huffed.

"Well, I refuse to argue with that boy. I'll lose." Stella smiled. "Alright, go, shoo. I'll see you tonight?"

"I'll pick you up at 9." Santana kissed her on the cheek and headed out of the bedroom.

xx

"LOPEZ!" Puck walked up to Santana and Stella as they walked toward their VIP table. "Finally!" he chanted, already having a good time.

"Yeah, well, if this one didn't take so long to get ready." Stella poked Santana's shoulder. Santana grinned at her.

"Yeah, what can I say? Looking this good takes time."