Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Set in NYC, Brittany S Pierce is a college student that frequents the bar occasionally. As if fate laid a hand, she chanced upon a Latina that managed to capture her attention.


Brittany stares blankly at the screen at the front where the professor is lecturing about environmental law. Despite her countless attempt in trying to dissuade her parents from enrolling her in a law school, they insisted on her going because both Susan Pierce and Anthony Pierce are lawyers. Her passion was - is, dance. When her parents aren't in, she'll sneak out to one of the club in the vicinity.

Seeing how staring at the digital clock on the wall doesn't make time go any faster, she takes out her cellphone and starts texting Mike. Mike is the only one she considers on par with her dancing skills.

B: Club usual?

M: Sure. See you there.

With that settled, she tucks her phone into her jeans pocket and tries to remain focus for the remaining lesson.


When the agonizingly long lecture finally ends, she makes her way home and starts preparing herself for the night ahead. She picks out a black, tight fitting dress that barely reaches her knees and straightens her hair. After putting on some light make up, she picks up her purse and exits the house. Mike is already outside, waiting for her in his car.

"How's school?"

"As usual, nothing fascinating. You?"

"Smooth. But I still wished we both had ended up in Julliard instead of what we're in right now."

"And sitting for hours listening to the lecturers ramble helped."

"Right.. Dance off?"

"Deal."

The duo knew each other since high school and they were the famous dance duo. People used to think they were dating back in high school when they were merely dance partners. Why? Because the duo would steal the limelight together during school events that included dance. They both dreamed of performing on the grand stages of New York City. That dreams of theirs were crushed by the harsh reality brought to them by their parents insisting that they pursue something realistic, claiming that dance is just a passion, not something you do for a living.

While Brittany is in law, Mike is in health science. With both of them in different schools, the only time they have to catch up is during the weekends when they are both not caught up with school work. Stepping into the bass thumping club, she makes her way to the bar and orders several shots. Since it's the weekends tomorrow, she finds no reason to hold back on the alcohol. The usual bartender, Noah Puckerman, winks at her as he puts down the shot glass he's wiping and prepares her order. Brittany returns the smile in politeness as she waits.

"There you go, shots for our pretty blondie."

"Thanks." Brittany throws her head back and downs the shot. The alcohol burns as it slides down her throat. Her blood surges in an adrenaline rush as the music resonates loudly in her ears. With Mike in tow, she heads for the dance floor. Throwing her worries for the day away, she starts power dancing with Mike. The nearby dancers stop to watch the duo battle it out on the dance floor. Moving along to the rhythm and beat of the music, the duo lead each other through moves.

When the song ends, the crowd applaud for the duo. Mike exits the crowd to grab a drink while Brittany glances around for another partner while Mike is gone. A guy with shaggy blonde locks steps forth and starts dancing in front of Brittany, initiating a dance off. Brittany gladly take on the challenge, happy to continue dancing. Hip thrusts, body waves, each and every move trying to gain dominance over the other. The guy soon loses the tempo and Brittany waves him off with her moves and runs her hand over her hair. An Irish male then steps in and starts an innocent finger tutting dance off with Brittany. His blue eyes shimmer in excitement as Brittany giggles at his innocence. Joining in on the fun, Brittany starts showing some of her finger tutting skills as well.

When it ended, the Irish steps forward and engulfs Brittany in a hug. "Thank you for dancing with me. Name's Rory Flanagan. It was nice to meet you."

"Brittany S. Pierce. It's my pleasure."

Glancing back to the bar where Mike headed, her eyes catches sight of a woman. Not any ordinary woman, but a stunning Latina. With her hair tied high in a sleek pony, eyeliner that made her eyes so alluring, a red blouse with a high ruffled neckline and leather pencil skirt that compliments her figure. Running her eyes further down the slender legs of the Latina, it ends with a pair of fitting black heels.

She is sitting on one of the bar stools with her leg crossed, facing the dance floor. When Brittany's eyes move back up to the Latina's face, she is met with brown orbs piercing right into her soul. Damn those eyes. As if it is calling out to her, Brittany seems to gravitate towards the Latina.

The Latina eyes her every moment, until when Brittany approaches her and takes the martini in her hand and downs the drink. Unfazed, the Latina still any movement as Brittany leans close with her nose skating up from the Latina's neck to her face, taking in her scent, and fiddle with the necklace around her neck.

With the alcohol buzzing in her mind, Brittany starts grinding against the Latina. Body flush against the seated brunette, the heat radiates from the dancing blonde. During the dance, Brittany tugs the necklace off the brunette's neck.

"Hey." Her breath carries a tinge of sweet martini as she whispers to the Latina.

When Mike spots the blonde, he approaches them and pulls Brittany away from the Latina while apologizing. "Sorry, she's drunk." He says with an apologetic smile.

As Brittany is being dragged away from the Latina by Mike, she looks over her shoulder to see her walking away. With her back facing Brittany, she holds up her index finger and wags it a little, letting Brittany know that she feels her gaze, before disappearing from sight. With that, Brittany holds on tighter to the necklace she have in her hand.

Opening the doors of the vehicle, Mike sets Brittany down on the passenger seat and pulls the seat belt over the drunk blonde, securing her in place. "What were you doing?"

"Dancing?" Brittany replies innocently. Mike shakes his head and closes the door to the passenger seat and went around to get to his seat. Closing the door and pulling the seat belt across himself, Mike starts the car and starts driving back to Brittany's apartment. "You were grinding against a complete stranger."

"M'sorry." Brittany mumbles.

Upon reaching her apartment, she fumbles with the keys on her hand and stumbles into her room. Feeling the heaviness of alcohol in her, she flops onto bed after kicking off her heels. She unclenches her fist to reveal the accessory she have been clutching on so tightly. It is a simple, yet sophisticated safety pin necklace. She runs her thumb through the accessory on her palm, smiling to herself. Carefully placing the necklace on the table, she pushes herself off her bed and heads to the shower.

After the refreshing shower, the effects of the alcohol doesn't seems to be as bad as before. Her phone lights up with a new notification - Noah Puckerman sent you an image.

Unlocking her phone to view the message, she smiles when she sees what Puck sent her. Only Puck will be interested in this kind of pictures. It is a picture of her locking gaze with the Latina while her fingers were still fiddling with her necklace. She types a quick reply as she waits for the photo to be downloaded onto her phone. The eyes of the Latina seems to be drawing her in even though it's only a photograph. After staring at the photo for a few minutes, her eyelids starts to drop. Sliding her phone underneath her pillow, she slips into a blissful sleep.