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“Have you ever been to a party?” Kitty asked. She carefully brushed some of her blonde locks to the side, before pausing in her movements. “Wait, don’t answer that. I want to guess. I have great perception and excellent judgment.” She twirled a single lock, leaving it in it’s obscure curled manner. Her eyes narrowed slightly as if she was trying to show that she was thinking hard about it. “Judging by your outfit, posture, and well everything. I’d say you’re losing your party virginity tonight. Don’t try to change the things I pointed out cause you’re just adorable acting like a lost lamb.” Kitty’s face lit up at Santana’s attempt at a compliment. If she was sure she wouldn’t freak her out. She’d take her right then and there. She knew her type was sweethearts and the shy dorky kinds of people, unlike that idiot Jake. “Sheesh girl, don’t get a seizure over calling a girl hot. I mean thank you, but I don’t want to kill you by being this attractive.” She winked, gently tugging on her hand to follow her to the bar. “Don’t let go of me, I don’t want someone else to steal my little innocent flower,” she instructed in a sing-song voice.

“A-a party?” Santana stammered, the word foreign on her tongue. She hated how accurate Kitty’s assumption was...feeling small and overwhelmed. Unsure if Kitty was making fun of her or not, but her teasing tone made her legs shake with the fear that she was being picked on. She gulped. “What’s wrong with my posture...?” she asked, clearly insecure. Her arms folded over her chest almost defiantly. “You’re wrong. I’ve been to parties,” she spoke defensively. It wasn’t a complete lie. Sometimes Sunday school used to hold gatherings as such and Santana had spent a fair few of those skulking in the corner and gazing at pretty girls and their boyfriends as they danced. The wink caught her off-guard and she practically whimpered, the blooming blush on her cheeks darkening almost impossibly. “Right!” she squeaked out, holding on tightly to Kitty’s hand. Hoping that her palms weren’t sweaty and that she didn’t look too ridiculous clinging onto her, clearly out of depth in this new place. She didn’t know how to feel about her new experiences.

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Santana’s eyes widened momentarily, and she nodded her head, eagerly drinking in each of Kitty’s words. Did such a place actually exist? She couldn’t imagine going there, her thoughts straying to her conservative lifestyle back home. Going to a place full of…sin was something deliciously foreign to her, and she realised too late that she was blushing as her head filled with images of what she might find there. She looked away, clearing her throat as her cheeks burned. She had to laugh when Kitty teased her about being a newcomer, though the sound was soft and shy, as if she wasn’t used to such an interaction. Santana couldn’t help but blush even more at Kitty’s next words, though she made sure to hold her tongue. She didn’t want to admit already that the blonde was brightening up her night. “The 80s are my favourite. The music…the people…the crazy fashion…” she laughed, glancing down at her own pastel outfit with an amused smile and shrugging slightly. “I was never really a great partier, so.” Her eyes fell to their linked fingers and she bit down on her lip, unsure of how to react. “Well you fit in pretty well with the hot uh, people, I mean, uh, um, I,” she floundered, blushing heavily.

“Have you ever been to a party?” Kitty asked. She carefully brushed some of her blonde locks to the side, before pausing in her movements. “Wait, don’t answer that. I want to guess. I have great perception and excellent judgment.” She twirled a single lock, leaving it in it’s obscure curled manner. Her eyes narrowed slightly as if she was trying to show that she was thinking hard about it. “Judging by your outfit, posture, and well everything. I’d say you’re losing your party virginity tonight. Don’t try to change the things I pointed out cause you’re just adorable acting like a lost lamb.” Kitty’s face lit up at Santana’s attempt at a compliment. If she was sure she wouldn’t freak her out. She’d take her right then and there. She knew her type was sweethearts and the shy dorky kinds of people, unlike that idiot Jake. “Sheesh girl, don’t get a seizure over calling a girl hot. I mean thank you, but I don’t want to kill you by being this attractive.” She winked, gently tugging on her hand to follow her to the bar. “Don’t let go of me, I don’t want someone else to steal my little innocent flower,” she instructed in a sing-song voice.

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The blonde chuckled quietly to herself. Flirting had always come naturally for Kitty but if she had the ability to make Santana this shy in a matter of two minutes – she really had skills. Maybe she would end up spending tonight with someone tolerable when the clock strikes twelve. “Oh, but I don’t think you should go there alone,” she warned. “It’s crazy in there. Only the really rough and tough partiers go in there. There’s people in cages and sin reeks in every corner.” She was actually surprised to find that Santana was a newcomer, actually no she wasn’t. Kitty was naturally an observant person. The fact that she was alone gave her an assumption that she didn’t know anyone here. “No shit, you really gave off the lost vibe.” She laughed before continuing, “there’s nothing wrong with it at all, hopefully I’ll make your first night worthwhile.” She nodded, showing she understood her. “You can always change eras if this isn’t your scene. I do that a lot. Sometimes the 80’s gives me too much nostalgia,” she suggested with a genuine smile forming. “And yeah I like it here a lot. I mean who wouldn’t? A hot city with even hotter people – it’s like I’m living a dream.” The blonde now grinned as she grabbed Santana’s hand and intertwined their fingers. “I might get one myself,” she remarked as she stood up.

Santana’s eyes widened momentarily, and she nodded her head, eagerly drinking in each of Kitty’s words. Did such a place actually exist? She couldn’t imagine going there, her thoughts straying to her conservative lifestyle back home. Going to a place full of…sin was something deliciously foreign to her, and she realised too late that she was blushing as her head filled with images of what she might find there. She looked away, clearing her throat as her cheeks burned. She had to laugh when Kitty teased her about being a newcomer, though the sound was soft and shy, as if she wasn’t used to such an interaction. Santana couldn’t help but blush even more at Kitty’s next words, though she made sure to hold her tongue. She didn’t want to admit already that the blonde was brightening up her night. “The 80s are my favourite. The music…the people…the crazy fashion…” she laughed, glancing down at her own pastel outfit with an amused smile and shrugging slightly. “I was never really a great partier, so.” Her eyes fell to their linked fingers and she bit down on her lip, unsure of how to react. “Well you fit in pretty well with the hot uh, people, I mean, uh, um, I,” she floundered, blushing heavily.

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For a moment Santana was worried that she’d managed to piss off Kitty within the first two minutes of meeting her, but her shoulders soon relaxed when she realised that nothing was weird between them. “They are,” she agreed, nodding her head. She couldn’t help but notice how she was looking at her body, and the thought that perhaps she was being admired made her cheeks flush. She ducked her head shyly, her blush only deepening at Kitty’s compliment. “Um, thanks,” she mumbled, her full lips spreading in a small smile. Her eyebrow quirked in curiosity at Kitty’s next words, and she tilted her head to the side, wanting to know more. “Care to elaborate? It sounds like something fun.” She nodded along to the girl’s next words, understanding completely. “Me too. I mean, I’m just a visitor. It’s my first time actually.” She bit her lip, unsure of how to continue. “I don’t know about when I pass over. It’s pretty cool but I don’t know if it’s my kind of thing yet.” Her smile grew timid. “Do you like it here?” Her eyes fell to her empty bottle and she thought for a split-second, before nodding her head decisively. “Uh, sure.”

The blonde chuckled quietly to herself. Flirting had always come naturally for Kitty but if she had the ability to make Santana this shy in a matter of two minutes – she really had skills. Maybe she would end up spending tonight with someone tolerable when the clock strikes twelve. “Oh, but I don’t think you should go there alone,” she warned. “It’s crazy in there. Only the really rough and tough partiers go in there. There’s people in cages and sin reeks in every corner.” She was actually surprised to find that Santana was a newcomer, actually no she wasn’t. Kitty was naturally an observant person. The fact that she was alone gave her an assumption that she didn’t know anyone here. “No shit, you really gave off the lost vibe.” She laughed before continuing, “there’s nothing wrong with it at all, hopefully I’ll make your first night worthwhile.” She nodded, showing she understood her. “You can always change eras if this isn’t your scene. I do that a lot. Sometimes the 80’s gives me too much nostalgia,” she suggested with a genuine smile forming. “And yeah I like it here a lot. I mean who wouldn’t? A hot city with even hotter people – it’s like I’m living a dream.” The blonde now grinned as she grabbed Santana’s hand and intertwined their fingers. “I might get one myself,” she remarked as she stood up.

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Normally when Kitty got the hint that someone was questioning her motives she’d shoot them down. However Santana was right, Jake was into her and she basically kicked him to the curb. Not that she changed her opinion and actually felt bad for him now, she was just intrigued that the girl seemed to show empathy. “He’ll find someone who actually gives a damn. I thought I made things clear with him, men really are stupid.” Her gaze returned to Santana and she felt her eyes roam around her figure. For someone who was practically screaming pure virgin, there was something interesting about her – a mystery just waiting to be discovered. Snapping out of her daze, she cleared her throat. “Like the mother of the Virgin Mary. It’s a pretty name,” she complimented. Santana had to be new cause everybody knew about the Quagmire. Even if she wasn’t the likes of her shouldn’t be mixing in with them. “Trust me, if you don’t already know what the Quagmire is, you don’t want to know,” she advised with a grin. “I guess you could say I’m a visitor but I’ve been here a few months. I have a car and a nice place right on the beach. This whole place reminds me of that insane game my, uh, friend used to play where you stole cars and shit. Grand Theft Auto was the name I think.” She took a deep breath as a serious look formed on her features. “This city is wild but it won’t be my final resting place. Against my religion you know…” she trailed off, an idea popping into her head. “Hey, do you want another one of those?”

For a moment Santana was worried that she’d managed to piss off Kitty within the first two minutes of meeting her, but her shoulders soon relaxed when she realised that nothing was weird between them. “They are,” she agreed, nodding her head. She couldn’t help but notice how she was looking at her body, and the thought that perhaps she was being admired made her cheeks flush. She ducked her head shyly, her blush only deepening at Kitty’s compliment. “Um, thanks,” she mumbled, her full lips spreading in a small smile. Her eyebrow quirked in curiosity at Kitty’s next words, and she tilted her head to the side, wanting to know more. “Care to elaborate? It sounds like something fun.” She nodded along to the girl’s next words, understanding completely. “Me too. I mean, I’m just a visitor. It’s my first time actually.” She bit her lip, unsure of how to continue. “I don’t know about when I pass over. It’s pretty cool but I don’t know if it’s my kind of thing yet.” Her smile grew timid. “Do you like it here?” Her eyes fell to her empty bottle and she thought for a split-second, before nodding her head decisively. “Uh, sure.”

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Santana was relieved when the male left them, as something about him had made her feel uncomfortable, and she couldn’t help but quietly exhale. Her hand reached up out of its own accord to adjust her glasses, and for a moment she didn’t realise that she was basically side eyeing Kitty until she spoke. “Oh,” she replied, feeling slightly flustered. “It’s okay. I mean, I’m glad I could help. He looked like he was really into you though. Poor guy. I guess if he was an asshole then not so poor him.” Her lips quirked in a slight smile as she replied, though she was embarrassed about how she was practically rambling, and she boldly admired the stranger’s appearance before her eyes dropped to her outstretched hand. “Santana,” she answered, shaking the blonde’s hand before she returned her attention to her coke, fiddling with its label absentmindedly. She plucked up the courage to speak again. “Quagmire? Are you a visitor or…?”

Normally when Kitty got the hint that someone was questioning her motives she’d shoot them down. However Santana was right, Jake was into her and she basically kicked him to the curb. Not that she changed her opinion and actually felt bad for him now, she was just intrigued that the girl seemed to show empathy. “He’ll find someone who actually gives a damn. I thought I made things clear with him, men really are stupid.” Her gaze returned to Santana and she felt her eyes roam around her figure. For someone who was practically screaming pure virgin, there was something interesting about her – a mystery just waiting to be discovered. Snapping out of her daze, she cleared her throat. “Like the mother of the Virgin Mary. It’s a pretty name,” she complimented. Santana had to be new cause everybody knew about the Quagmire. Even if she wasn’t the likes of her shouldn’t be mixing in with them. “Trust me, if you don’t already know what the Quagmire is, you don’t want to know,” she advised with a grin. “I guess you could say I’m a visitor but I’ve been here a few months. I have a car and a nice place right on the beach. This whole place reminds me of that insane game my, uh, friend used to play where you stole cars and shit. Grand Theft Auto was the name I think.” She took a deep breath as a serious look formed on her features. “This city is wild but it won’t be my final resting place. Against my religion you know…” she trailed off, an idea popping into her head. “Hey, do you want another one of those?”

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Kitty couldn’t help but smile widely when she cut in with her response. Good, she wasn’t as lost and slow as she judged her to be. Someone sitting alone definitely gave them the anti-social hermit vibe. Watching Jake leave was like lifting a weight off her shoulders. Man did she hate when old flings followed her around and asked for more. Kitty wasn’t looking for anything but fun and when someone tried to push into something more, flashbacks of blonde hair and laughter filled her senses and it made her sick to her stomach. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she moved away from the person next to her and leaned back into her booth before turning to the girl. “Sorry for killing you. The whole six months to live thing… Excuse me, five.” Her eyebrows rose and she laughed at the memory. “Five was a nice touch,” she added. The blonde knew all too well that forcing a stranger to go along with some dumb plan of hers had to make her uncomfortable. “He’s not a bad guy. I take that statement back, he’s an asshole. I met him at the Quagmire so no wonder…” her voice trailed off as she realized that she was being very rude by not introducing herself. She brushed a few of her blonde strands out of her face and extended her hand towards her. “I almost forgot to introduce myself, I’m Kitty.”

Santana was relieved when the male left them, as something about him had made her feel uncomfortable, and she couldn’t help but quietly exhale. Her hand reached up out of its own accord to adjust her glasses, and for a moment she didn’t realise that she was basically side eyeing Kitty until she spoke. “Oh,” she replied, feeling slightly flustered. “It’s okay. I mean, I’m glad I could help. He looked like he was really into you though. Poor guy. I guess if he was an asshole then not so poor him.” Her lips quirked in a slight smile as she replied, though she was embarrassed about how she was practically rambling, and she boldly admired the stranger’s appearance before her eyes dropped to her outstretched hand. “Santana,” she answered, shaking the blonde’s hand before she returned her attention to her coke, fiddling with its label absentmindedly. She plucked up the courage to speak again. “Quagmire? Are you a visitor or…?”

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Santana wasn’t sure what had made her choose 1987. Perhaps it was the prospect of meeting people among the glitz and glamour of 80s pop music and bright pastels, but something drew her towards picking this particular year as her starting point. She’d always been somewhat shy and reserved; certain choices and events that had taken place had melded her into someone who was consciously insecure of herself. But, she had a fiery personality and sharp tongue when she wanted to, and it was this that set her apart from other people. There were many layers to Santana Lopez; both metaphorically, and physically. Glancing around at everyone in their bold colours and skin tights made her very aware of the fact that she was underdressed for both the time period and the venue, and she kept her head down, nervously making her way over to an empty booth and taking a seat in the hopes of staying invisible. Her main reason for coming here was to put herself out there and actually enjoy herself, but she wasn’t ready. Not yet.

She was interrupted from her thoughts when an attractive blonde stranger invaded her personal space, putting herself in a close proximity which was uncomfortable, yet still managed to leave Santana flustered in a way which had nothing to do with the fact that someone was in her comfort zone. She’d always known she was attracted to girls; the sensation wasn’t anything new, but each time left her frozen and shy. Her mouth opened to speak, but it quickly shut when the stranger cut her off, and she nodded meekly in reply. She had no idea why she was playing along with this girl and whatever her deal was, but her conscience was telling her to do what she said. Her gaze wandered over the stranger’s features before her eyes quickly dropped back to her lap, and she pushed her glasses nervously up the bridge of her nose. “Five, actually,” she blurted out, the faint hint of a blush on her cheeks. “It’s five months.” Then, embarrassed, she quickly took a gulp of her coke and waited for the blonde to finish talking, a ghost of a smile flitting across her lips when she heard her dragging the poor boy. It seemed that her night was looking like it would be livening up after all.

Kitty couldn’t help but smile widely when she cut in with her response. Good, she wasn’t as lost and slow as she judged her to be. Someone sitting alone definitely gave them the anti-social hermit vibe. Watching Jake leave was like lifting a weight off her shoulders. Man did she hate when old flings followed her around and asked for more. Kitty wasn’t looking for anything but fun and when someone tried to push into something more, flashbacks of blonde hair and laughter filled her senses and it made her sick to her stomach. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she moved away from the person next to her and leaned back into her booth before turning to the girl. “Sorry for killing you. The whole six months to live thing… Excuse me, five.” Her eyebrows rose and she laughed at the memory. “Five was a nice touch,” she added. The blonde knew all too well that forcing a stranger to go along with some dumb plan of hers had to make her uncomfortable. “He’s not a bad guy. I take that statement back, he’s an asshole. I met him at the Quagmire so no wonder…” her voice trailed off as she realized that she was being very rude by not introducing herself. She brushed a few of her blonde strands out of her face and extended her hand towards her. “I almost forgot to introduce myself, I’m Kitty.”

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The year Kitty decided to go to for that night was 1987. The 80′s were the years where she partied all the time against her parents’ wishes and also when she met the love of her life, Sam Evans. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed and often made horrible jokes that made her want to castrate him, but he took good care of her and loved her as a best friend and her husband. But he wasn’t here anymore to scold her for making fun of people. Just as she was entering Tucker’s, an arm wrapped around her waist and she whipped her body around. Of all people that had to show up, Jake came to this era. Actually now that she thought about it he was always there anyway – he wasn’t a visitor like she was. Her eyes narrowed as she pushed him away and stormed off into the bar. He reminded her that she had two hours and that she should use it. She was using her time wisely, just not with that man who thought with his dick rather than his brain. The night felt like a big game of hide and seek, whenever she saw the back of Jake’s head she’d move away or find someone to dance with. Guys who bothered her were a total turn-off and even the Jack and Cokes weren’t enough to get her to chill out.

Kitty had to stop for a breather for a second. Running around was tiring her even though she was pretty sure she set her endurance levels high – it was probably because she was sick of the crap that she had to go through just so she could have some fun. The blonde turned around, spotting a gorgeous young woman sitting all alone. It was almost too perfect. Kitty wished she had more time to get a better look at her because as her friends would say, the thought of her excited her kitty, just like Jake did a week ago. The blonde took a seat next to the stunning stranger and pulled her close to her so she could whisper in her ear. “Go along with whatever I say,” she hissed. Jake came into full view and she groaned loudly, rolling her eyes as he approached them. “Your desperation is a total turnoff. Do I have to put a neon sign on my tits that says fuck off?” she snapped. “And don’t give me that crap about how I’ve got two hours left. We had fun last week, but let’s face it your huge ego is larger than your penis and I’m not into that.” She wrapped her arm around the stranger’s waist and pulled her close to her. “I need to talk to my friend here. I haven’t seen her in a while and she’s sick, like ‘six months to live’ sick. So sick that Jesus couldn’t save her if she whipped her own back and asked for forgiveness. Would I be able to go to heaven if I chose to hook up with a boy instead of taking care of my friend?”

Santana wasn’t sure what had made her choose 1987. Perhaps it was the prospect of meeting people among the glitz and glamour of 80s pop music and bright pastels, but something drew her towards picking this particular year as her starting point. She’d always been somewhat shy and reserved; certain choices and events that had taken place had melded her into someone who was consciously insecure of herself. But, she had a fiery personality and sharp tongue when she wanted to, and it was this that set her apart from other people. There were many layers to Santana Lopez; both metaphorically, and physically. Glancing around at everyone in their bold colours and skin tights made her very aware of the fact that she was underdressed for both the time period and the venue, and she kept her head down, nervously making her way over to an empty booth and taking a seat in the hopes of staying invisible. Her main reason for coming here was to put herself out there and actually enjoy herself, but she wasn’t ready. Not yet.

She was interrupted from her thoughts when an attractive blonde stranger invaded her personal space, putting herself in a close proximity which was uncomfortable, yet still managed to leave Santana flustered in a way which had nothing to do with the fact that someone was in her comfort zone. She’d always known she was attracted to girls; the sensation wasn’t anything new, but each time left her frozen and shy. Her mouth opened to speak, but it quickly shut when the stranger cut her off, and she nodded meekly in reply. She had no idea why she was playing along with this girl and whatever her deal was, but her conscience was telling her to do what she said. Her gaze wandered over the stranger’s features before her eyes quickly dropped back to her lap, and she pushed her glasses nervously up the bridge of her nose. “Five, actually,” she blurted out, the faint hint of a blush on her cheeks. “It’s five months.” Then, embarrassed, she quickly took a gulp of her coke and waited for the blonde to finish talking, a ghost of a smile flitting across her lips when she heard her dragging the poor boy. It seemed that her night was looking like it would be livening up after all.

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The year Kitty decided to go to for that night was 1987. The 80′s were the years where she partied all the time against her parents’ wishes and also when she met the love of her life, Sam Evans. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed and often made horrible jokes that made her want to castrate him, but he took good care of her and loved her as a best friend and her husband. But he wasn’t here anymore to scold her for making fun of people. Just as she was entering Tucker’s, an arm wrapped around her waist and she whipped her body around. Of all people that had to show up, Jake came to this era. Actually now that she thought about it he was always there anyway -- he wasn’t a visitor like she was. Her eyes narrowed as she pushed him away and stormed off into the bar. He reminded her that she had two hours and that she should use it. She was using her time wisely, just not with that man who thought with his dick rather than his brain. The night felt like a big game of hide and seek, whenever she saw the back of Jake’s head she’d move away or find someone to dance with. Guys who bothered her were a total turn-off and even the Jack and Cokes weren’t enough to get her to chill out.

Kitty had to stop for a breather for a second. Running around was tiring her even though she was pretty sure she set her endurance levels high -- it was probably because she was sick of the crap that she had to go through just so she could have some fun. The blonde turned around, spotting a gorgeous young woman sitting all alone. It was almost too perfect. Kitty wished she had more time to get a better look at her because as her friends would say, the thought of her excited her kitty, just like Jake did a week ago. The blonde took a seat next to the stunning stranger and pulled her close to her so she could whisper in her ear. “Go along with whatever I say,” she hissed. Jake came into full view and she groaned loudly, rolling her eyes as he approached them. “Your desperation is a total turnoff. Do I have to put a neon sign on my tits that says fuck off?” she snapped. “And don’t give me that crap about how I’ve got two hours left. We had fun last week, but let’s face it your huge ego is larger than your penis and I’m not into that.” She wrapped her arm around the stranger’s waist and pulled her close to her. “I need to talk to my friend here. I haven’t seen her in a while and she’s sick, like ‘six months to live’ sick. So sick that Jesus couldn’t save her if she whipped her own back and asked for forgiveness. Would I be able to go to heaven if I chose to hook up with a boy instead of taking care of my friend?”