A/N: This has been requested from me numerous times. Basically, many readers wanted me to write an argument and a make-up scene. It could be a two-shot if people are interested enough and think it's worth it but for now it's a one-shot. I hope you enjoy and I'm still taking requests and prompts on Tumblr which is the same as my ff username.
The club was absolutely packed and Santiago was sat in a booth squeezed between Kurt, his current arm candy Joshua, their friend Unique, another guy whose name he didn't quite catch and Brittany's friends Natasha, Justine, Hannah and Brody.
He was uncomfortably sweaty and feeling frustratingly irritable because Brittany was on the dance floor practically dry humping Lucy, her friend who was clearly interested in being more than just friends. It's not like Brittany had even asked him to dance, she just hopped up and left him sitting there like a tool while Kurt's tongue wrestled enthusiastically with Joshua's and everyone else got lost in drunken conversation. So what if maybe the only dance move he had was gripping Brittany's hips and hoping she could dance well enough for the both of them? At least he made the effort.
He was trying to keep his jealousy in check but he couldn't quite direct his attention anywhere other than on Lucy's hand resting dangerously low on Brittany's waist. The only hands that should ever be there were his and maybe, like, a doctor's or something - but that's all. Anyone with eyes could see that Lucy was all over Brittany at every given opportunity and Brittany didn't help the situation by being completely oblivious.
"You look murderous this evening, what has your inner serial killer struggling to break free?" Kurt shouted over the music once he detached himself from Joshua's face. Santiago noticed that Joshua had gone somewhere, probably outside to gulp some much needed air because there's no way the dude was able to breathe with Kurt latching onto him like something from Alien.
"Nothing," he said before downing the rest of his whiskey and slamming the glass onto the table.
"Good because from the way you've been staring daggers at lesbian Lucy all night, I almost thought you were jealous," Kurt was eyeing him suspiciously and waiting for the inevitable confession.
"Well she doesn't need to act so desperate, does she? I get it, she's single again but maybe she should start dancing with some available women in the club and stop running her infant-like hands all over my girlfriend," Santiago caved immediately. He was looking to vent his frustration anyway, and at least he could trust Kurt not to tell Brittany how crazy he was being.
"She is a little handsy tonight but you know the way girls can be, they're a lot more touchy feely than us guys," Kurt sipped the last few drops of his cocktail and looked in the direction of the bar, probably for Joshua.
"Dude, you were literally molesting Joshua a few seconds ago. I thought security was gonna have you thrown out for public indecency. I'd consider that at least a little touchy feel," Santiago clicked his fingers in Kurt's face to regain his attention.
"Like you can complain, usually Brittany would practically be giving you a handjob under the table at this time on a night out," Kurt said as he pushed Santiago's hand out of his face.
"Exactly, and instead I'm sitting here like a spare tit while you get your mack on and everyone else talks about music I don't like or dancing I can't do," he whined as he thought about what he could be doing if Brittany hadn't of wandered off with Lucy.
"Well Brittany's on her way over now so you better take that scowl off your face if you don't want to get into her bad books," Kurt warned before standing up to take the drinks from Joshua who had strolled over with a tray in his hands. Kurt placed a fresh glass of whiskey in front of him.
"Thanks, man," Santiago said to Joshua. He looked over to where they were coming from and noticed Lucy's hand on her hip. She was definitely smirking at him. That bitch.
"Hey, sexy," Brittany greeted as she leaned past Kurt to kiss him. The softness and familiarity of her lips definitely relaxed him a little.
"Can you please remove your breasts from my face?" Kurt's muffled voice sounded from somewhere between them. Brittany pulled back apologetically.
Brittany and Lucy shuffled into the booth beside Joshua. Luckily Hannah, Unique and nameless guy were off to 'find some fresh meat' or so he had overheard them saying so he wasn't at risk of suffocating to death from lack of breathing space.
Lucy chatted animatedly to Brittany who leaned in close to hear her better while Santiago struck up awkward conversation with Brody. It's not that he didn't like the guy, but he was crazy about Kurt and felt the need to tell Santiago this every time they got drunk together. It was a little annoying. Especially since Kurt seemed to really like him too but rather than give him a chance, he insisted on dating a string of unsuitable guys instead.
He gulped his whiskey as Brody rambled on about some yoga class he was taking downtown, he nodded every now and then to seem like he was listening but his attention was zoned in on Lucy's hand rested on Brittany's thigh. What the fuck? That girl had no shame. He wanted to say something but he didn't want to cause a scene in front of everyone else so he kept his mouth shut and tuned into Brody FM.
"-it's just so great for ab definition, you know?"
Santiago nodded again, Brody wasn't waiting for an answer anyway as he darted right into his next favorite topic: Kurt. It was gonna be a long night.
It was almost closing time when they decided to call it a night. As soon as all they all moved out of the booth, Brittany wrapped her arms around him and pecked his neck.
"I missed you," she giggled lightly but he was too annoyed to join her.
"Are you ok?" she asked in concern. He was about to answer when Lucy popped up beside him.
"Goodnight Britt, it was great to see you. I'm looking forward to lunch already. I'm catching a cab with the guys so I'll text you tomorrow." She air kissed her and turned to leave.
"Bye, Lucy," Santiago said as insincerely as possible, all the while making sure to let his hand drift to Brittany's ass. She was clearly going to leave without so much as wave in Santiago's direction, which to him was evidence enough that she wanted his girl.
"Oh, right. See you Santiago," Lucy grimaced, although Santiago was sure it was meant to be a smile.
Brittany remained none the wiser as Kurt gave her an excited run down on everything that Joshua said and did throughout the whole night. Santiago guessed that Joshua was already gone.
"Not getting into those sexy leather pants then, Kurtie?"
"No I'm not, because not every night has to end in sex," Kurt hit his arm while also hailing a cab for the three of them.
"Only the best ones," Brittany's fingers danced across his abdomen, but he was still pissed at her and Lucy. Well, mostly at Lucy. No matter how much he tried to hide it, the look on her face when he didn't react told him that she knew something was up.
After dropping Kurt home, they made their way to the apartment in relative silence.
Once inside, Santiago went to the kitchen to pour them both a glass of water.
"Please tell me what's wrong," Brittany's arms circled his waist from behind. He put the glasses on the counter and turned slowly.
"I'm fine," he dismissed her and tried to walk away but she held onto him firmly.
"Don't lie to me," she stood back but gripped the fabric of his jumper tightly, "I want you to tell me."
"It won't make a difference what I tell you because you'll just say I'm wrong," he was getting riled up now. He knew that Lucy fancied Brittany and that would be fine if she didn't rub it in his face all the fucking time.
"Either tell me or stop acting like a spoilt child," she looked angry now, and it was only making him more annoyed.
"I'm a spoilt child, now? Because my girlfriend spent the whole night all over another girl who clearly wants to fuck her? Oh, excuse me for not clapping my hands together and celebrating," The lid on the gasket had firmly come off.
"What are you talking about? Lucy is my friend and just because she likes girls doesn't mean she likes me," her voice was still steady but he could hear the quiver in it. She was trying not to shout.
"Oh? Really? Well, even if she didn't she probably should because you weren't helping things by basically giving her an open invitation to feel you up," he clamped his eyes shut when he said it. He knew he'd gone too far.
"You fucking asshole. Because I'm bisexual, I'm suddenly a slut? Is that it?" she was shouting now, probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
"That's not what I mean and you know it. I'm just saying that you didn't have to be so…. I dunno... flirty," he tried to take her hands in his but she pushed him away.
She blew out a breath and shook her head in disbelief. Her eyes were shining from unshed tears.
"She's my friend and I was having a good night with her. I thought you'd understand that but obviously I just want to fuck her and she wants to fuck me because we both like girls so clearly we like each other," a tear spilled down her cheek and Santiago felt like biggest dickhead ever, but he still knew he was right. Maybe Brittany wasn't flirting, but Lucy was and it irriated him that Brittany didn't see that.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean that-" he began but Brittany raised her index finger in the air as a signal for him to shut up.
"It doesn't matter. I'm going to bed and I'd appreciate it if you didn't follow me in." she said before storming off and slamming the bedroom door, causing the two glasses on the counter to clink together from the impact.
He cursed himself for not handling the situation better and stood in the kitchen on his own for a while before deciding it was best to follow her advice and sleep on the couch for the night.
With a heavy heart, he set about getting ready to sleep before he undressed and lay on the couch, covering himself with the throw that usually hung over the back of it. It was light which was perfect for the warmth of the night.
He was wide awake for what felt like hours, unable to even consider sleep knowing that Brittany was angry with him. They had their fallings out like every other couple but she had never went to bed without them making up. It made him uncomfortable and uneasy. He had started to drift in and out of consciousness when he heard the creaking of their bedroom door open and the soft patters of Brittany's feet across the floor, getting louder as she got closer.
"Move over," she pushed at his shoulder lightly and he shoved himself right up against the back of the sofa, giving her enough room to settle in front of him, still facing away toward the television though. He automatically pulled her as close as possible and curled himself into the position of big spoon. She was wearing shorts and a tank top and his fingers stroked the strip of naked skin between them. He didn't want to make her change her mind, so he kept quiet.
"I'm still mad at you, but I can't sleep," she whispered quietly into the darkness of the room.
"I'm sorry." He said sincerely. He really was sorry for how he approached the subject, he never wanted to hurt her.
"I know."
He kissed the back of her neck and inhaled her scent.
"You're not a slut, Britt. And I'd never think that. You know I respect everything about you," he risked another falling out by not dropping the subject but he wanted to clear the air.
"I know." She said again.
"I shouldn't have reacted the way I did and I promise to talk rationally about what's bothering me," he felt her shiver as he spoke into her ear.
"No you won't because you're stubborn but I still love you." She was right actually. He was stubborn and he probably wouldn't be rational but he would at least try to be.
"I love you too," he said.
It wasn't long before they both fell into a deep sleep.