(On hiatus)The Ex's? Ex (lesbian stories)

I trudged into the bar being followed by my girlfriend Emily calling for me to wait up. I tried to quicken my pace but gave up realizing I'm supposed to want to be with her.
I turned around to see Em panting and I had to bite my lip to stop the smile coming on to my face. She had a small amount of sweat pooling in the corners of her forehead. As she came closer she intertwined our fingers and I immediately frowned. I always hated her cold clammy fingers digging into mine. Once again I reminded myself. YOUR SUPPOSED TO WANT THIS YOUR IN LOVE WITH THIS GIRL!
As we walked in my eyes wandered through the thick crowd until landing on a certain Latina. I couldn't help but stare while she swayed to the music smiling with some friends. I would do anything to be one of those friends. My breath hitched as she saw me and began walking over. Had I been staring that long? I cleared my throat ready for the awkward confrontation but instead she walked over to Emily. I quickly composed myself just in time to fall apart again as I heard the words flow from the Latina "Em, is that you?". My jaw dropped along with Emily's who choked out "Santana?".