A.N. I've wanted to write this one for a while but never had quite the right setting and time for it to work. Now I think I have it. Enjoy!

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Santana tugged her best friend through her bedroom door, flinging the door shut and then pressing Brittany against it and kissing her deeply, loving the way the blonde giggled against her lips.

Santana was desperate.

Her hands set to work immediately to get Brittany's mash up costume off. She tugged on Brittany's leather jacket, yanking it from her body and letting it fall to the floor, pulling her own off as she went. Their lips remained locked in a desperate kiss as they both tried to rid themselves of the tight leather pants they had on.

She had to burn an image from her brain and Brittany was going to help her do it.

Her arms rose automatically when Brittany pulled the top of her costume over her head.

The girls were in the middle of their performance. The guitar solo before the final chorus and Rachel was on all fours directly in front of her. It was like Hairography part 2.

And that's when she noticed how totally hot Rachel Berry looked in leather.

Santana shook the image from her brain as she continued to undress Brittany, still kissing her with everything she had in her.

She had to get that image from her brain.

Brittany giggled again. Just a small one and she pulled back. "Why are you shaking your head?"

Santana blinked. She shook her head and kissed Brittany again, her hands working on the last few items Brittany still had on. "Nothing, B. Everything's fine."

Brittany nodded. She pulled Santana towards the bed, the two of them tumbling onto the mattress in a mess of limbs.

They were breathing harder now. Their touches and kisses more desperate. Brittany's hands were fisted in Santana's hair, keeping her close, keeping their eyes locked.

Santana glanced down the line of girls, desperately seeking Brittany's eye amongst the sea of leather. Instead her eyes landed on Rachel. Her right hand still holding her microphone over her head, basking in the triumphant moment that was swirling around all of them. The smile on her face. The way her chest heaved.

"Santana, are you okay?"

Her eyes opened and widened.

In that moment Santana was definitely not okay.

It had been Brittany's voice that had spoken to her, but beneath her she found Rachel freaking Berry where Brittany had just been. Her lips kiss-swollen, her hair mused and fanned out across Santana's pillow, her eyes confused.

"San?" It was Brittany's voice coming from her mouth.

It was weird.

Santana rolled over and sat up, blinking, the palms of her hands rubbing her eyes furiously. She flinched away when a hand rested on her bare shoulder and when she turned she was relieved to find it was Brittany in her bed again.

Great. Now she was hallucinating.

"S," Brittany cooed gently, her hand rubbing circles on her best friend's back. "Is it me?"

The question broke Santana's heart a little and she shook her head immediately and turned to the blonde, kissing her quickly.

"It's definitely me," Santana assured her softly. "I promise."

Brittany smiled wickedly after a moment and she maneuvered herself so she was straddling Santana's lap, wrapping her arms around the brunette's neck, kissing her soundly. "Anything I can do?"

Santana kissed her back, trying desperately to get back into that moment. But the moment she closed her eyes she was picturing kissing Rachel and wondering what Rachel would look like in the state of undress that she and Brittany were currently in.

She sighed and fell back to the bed. Brittany mistook the action and crawled up Santana's body, dropping kisses as she did.

Santana grasped her wrists and shook her head. "I can't, B."

Brittany halted all movement and dropped to the bed, her chin resting on Santana's belly as her fingers drew gentle patterns above the brunette's navel. Her face was confused again. "San, what's going on?"

Santana shook her head. "I just have a lot on my mind, B." Yeah, kissing Rachel Berry. WTF? "I promise it's not you at all. You know I love you."

Brittany's face broke out into a grin. She loved it when Santana said that. "I love you too."

Santana sat up and kissed her, rolling off the bed, heading for her closet to get dressed. "I have to run out for a bit. Want me to drive you home?"

Brittany nodded happily as she got up and began getting dressed as well. "Sure."

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A.N. That was just Santana's POV. Up next we'll have Quinn's side of things. I'm still undecided as to who Rachel will end up with. If you have an opinion, let me have it please! Also let me know your thoughts on this one. Thanks for reading!