The Assassin

dinosaur

(9:28 PM, Section 31 Headquarters)

It had been three days since Santana had bumped into that blonde girl at Trader Joe's, and she's been nothing but on her mind since then. There was just something about her that Santana admired. Maybe it was her childlike innocence and view of the world, but she wanted to know more about her. Santana frowned at the thought of never seeing her again, granted she never asked for her number or socials. Just as she was about to return to her thoughts, Quinn barged through the door and entered her room, sitting down on her bed.

"Hey, San. Do you want to go out tonight? I've been working all day helping Blaine train and digging up any information we could find on the blondie, and I kinda need a break."

"Yeah, that sounds like fun. I could use a wind down. I'm getting a little stressed about New York, it's coming up soon."

"I know, I know. But, at least we'll all be there to help you out. It's not just you, you know."

"I get it, and I'm sorry. I just feel pressured with this sometimes."

"Understandable. You're a leader to one of the best teams in this organization. Who could blame you?"

Santana chuckled at Quinn's remark, and threw her legs off the bed to begin getting ready to go out.

"Quinn, where are we gonna go tonight?"

"We're just going to go to the club, if that's alright with you."

"Yeah, for sure. That sounds like fun. I'll be out in like... 20 minutes."

"Okay, we'll be downstairs waiting."

Quinn got up off of Santana's bed and walked out of the door to go downstairs.

Santana took ten minutes to shower and washed her face. Shortly after, she dried her hair and applied her make up. She went into her walk-in closet to pick out an outfit. She picked out a white tube top, a leather jacket, ripped black jeans, and a white pair of Doc Marten boots.

As she went down the stairs, she found Quinn, Sam, Mercedes, and Puck waiting for her in the living. When she asked where Blaine, Artie, and Kurt were, Sam told her that they were going to be training tonight, which Santana was totally fine with.

They pressed the elevator button down, and once the doors opened up, the five of them filed in. They headed down for the lobby, but on the way down, they stopped on the third floor, for which a man and a woman walked into the elevator with them. The man was wearing a light blue suit, and the woman was wearing an all-black jumpsuit, most likely coming from training. Santana began eyeing the man and observing his features. There was something oddly familiar about him. A lightbulb practically lit above her head, and she her eyes widened.

"Oh my God! John Stamos? Why the hell are you here at HIVE?"

The man in the blue suit turned around and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Are you talking to me?"

Santana nodded frantically, smiling from ear to ear. She couldn't believe John Stamos was in the fucking elevator with her. The other woman who accompanied him gave her a look of irritation, which Santana did not enjoy very much.

He looked at Santana and said, "Okay, I don't know who the fuck you're talking about. My name is Carl." He turned back around while shaking his head. Santana's shoulders dropped. She was extremely embarrassed at what just happened. In her defense, he totally did look like John Stamos. All seven of them stepped out of the elevator, and the John Stamos look-alike and the other woman went their separate ways.