Title: Your Little Game

Rating: M [For future chapters]

Pairing: Santana/Brittany [Brittana]

Word Count: 2,089

Setting: New York City

Summary: Santana Lopez doesn't do relationships. She strung people along until she got what she wanted, and when she finally did. She ran. However, now she's expected to help the infamous Noah Puckerman, hold up a decent job, and try to move past the feelings of a cheerful, young blonde. None of it matters though, because Santana Lopez doesn't do "feelings."

Authors Note: So here is the first chapter :) I hope whoever reads this enjoys it. It's AU, so you should probably know that the only people out of the New Directions group that Santana knows is Puck. They are all around the age of 23 or 24. :)

Santana felt the man's hot breath on her skin. Letting his mouth travel from her neck to lips, in a way that was anything but gentle. She let his hands travel around her waist, while bringing hers up to his neck. He was sloppy, and in her opinion, disturbingly gross. But she didn't care. No emotion was behind her kisses. No feelings. Because kissing for Santana wasn't about any of that. It was an action. As meaningless as it was to her, Santana knew how easily guys could fall. So what did she do? She let them think what they wanted. That she was in love with them, and would be forever. Santana would always play along until she got what she wanted.

And when she finally got it, she ran.

Santana's fingers fiddled with the frayed bottom of his plaid shirt, weaving her fingers around the loose strings. The man slowly ran his mouth up her jaw, to the meeting point at her neck. "I have a friend." He mumbled, now leaving small kisses on her neck.

"Good for you." Santana said with an amused tone and smirk on her face.

"I'd like you to meet him. I think the two of you would..." He was now playing with the hem of her shirt as well, "... Get along." Santana gave pulled back and stared straight at him. A cold look began to creep onto her face. This was no stranger to Santana. Her and Noah Puckerman had known each other longer than Santana preferred, but there was something about him that kept her around.

"And who is this friend, exactly?" She asked cautiously.

Noah, or as she liked to call him, Puck, stood up and took her hand. He began leading her across the dance floor of the club they were currently at. Following closely behind him, Santana let her gaze wonder off, allowing the flashing lights and shadows play tricks on her eyes. Music was blaring incredibly loud, as a band played to some dark melody.

"You're pastimes, consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged. And I loved that little game you had called, crying lightning."

She looked across the dance floor, watching numerous dancing bodies around her as Puck lead her closer and closer to the bar. One person stood out, though. A blonde haired girl. She looked young, and... another word that Santana couldn't seem to describe. Young and... innocent. Which, of course, Santana was far from. However, she couldn't stop watching as the girl swung her head back and forth with the beat of the drums, occasionally letting her arms swing up. She didn't seem to be dancing with one particular person, but just an open group of strangers.

Returning her attention back to Puck, before anyone could notice her staring, Santana let out a breath of relief as they finally approached the bar. There was a man, who still somewhat looked like an teenager. His dark hair was grown out a bit from it's short cut, and he had an unusually long body. As Puck lead her to the boy, he smiled and gestured to them both, "Santana Lopez, meet Finn Hudson."

The boy- Finn- was gazing strangely at Santana, saying what could only be described as an awkward "Hi..."

Noticing his eyes on her, Santana made an attempt to smile back sweetly at him, "Hello there." Just as she was about to go on to ask how he was, a small brunette literally skipped towards the two of them. Santana looked to see Puck following closely behind, before snaking an arm around the shorter girl's waist.

"Hey Finn." She smiled at him, before finally noticing Santana, "Oh, hello there."

"Hi." Santana replied, trying her best to use a friendly voice. However even she herself could hear the strain. Looking over to Finn, she saw Finn staring, practically salivating over this new, energetic girl.

Ignoring Finn's gaze, the girl turned to Puck, "Now that we have Finn a friend, could we go dance?"

Puck smiled down at her, "Sure." He took hold of her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor.

As soon as the two of them left, Santana let the smile fall from her face. She didn't know why, but that girl just rubbed her the wrong way. Maybe it was her height. Maybe her excessive amount of energy. Santana didn't know, and didn't feel like caring enough to try to find out. She did find it strange, however, that not even half an hour ago, it had been her making out with Puck, not his "girlfriend". He wasn't always a loyal kind of guy, Santana knew that, but it still got annoying when he would leave details like that out.

Turning to see Finn still staring across the dance floor to them, she sighed. "Who was that?"

"Oh... That's Rachel Berry." Finn said blinking, somewhat dreamlike. His tone was surprised, as if Santana had brought him out of a trance.

Santana smirked, leaning against the counter of the bar. "You like her. You like her a lot, don't you?"

"Pfft, what? No. She's with Puck." His gaze left Santana once again, to watch the couple who were several feet away, dancing.

"That doesn't mean you don't like her."

Finn kept silent.

"Look, I won't tell Puckerman. Just tell me if you do or not." She kept her tone soft, but firm. She wasn't going to accept a half-assed answer.

"Yes."

"See, was that so hard?"

"Yes." Finn bluntly replied.

"Oh stop your whining. It was not." She snapped, just as Puck and Rachel began to walk back to them. "Have fun?" She asked sweetly.

"Yes, definitely." Rachel said cheerfully, a bit breathless. She stuck her hand out to shake with Santana's. "By the way, I'm-"

"Rachel Berry. Yeah, Finn told me." Santana struggled to keep her face smiling while she shook Rachel's hand.

"And you are?"

"Santana. Santana Lopez."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Santana. Are you a friend of Puck's or something?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." She snuck a glare to Puck as she spoke.

"Why don't you girls go grab one of those tables, while Finn and I get drinks?" He suggested, avoiding Santana's eyes.

Santana looked over to a darker, more quiet side of the room where some tables and booths were set. "Sounds good." She said with ease, beginning to follow Rachel to one of the booths. Sitting down next to her, Santana rested her arm on the hardwood table, and began to drum her fingers.

"So how did you and Noah meet?" Rachel asked.

"We knew each other in high school, but we just met up again a few months ago." Santana explained.

"Oh... Were you a girlfriend of his or something?"

Santana replied holding back a laugh, "No. He's like a brother to me." The lies flew from her mouth with ease. Santana had easily learned that it was the same with every girlfriend. They were protective of Puckerman. Didn't want to lose him, especially to her. She had gotten used to this, and learned quickly enough how to assure girls that she wouldn't take him from them. "Besides, I don't do relationships."

"At all?" Rachel seemed to have a sort of fascinated tone to her voice.

"No. Why? Is there something wrong with that?" She held back the urge to get angry, but still knew she was snapping at the other girl.

"No, of course not. I'm just surprised. I mean, you'd think that a girl like you would surely have a boyfriend."

Santana felt her fingers begin to drum more quickly with irritation. Why was it taking Puck and Finn this long to get their drinks? They had better hurry up before Santana snapped. She had been about to tell Rachel she was going to the washroom when she finally saw the two boys walking up to the booth, drinks in hand.

"Hello ladies." Puck said slyly as he slid into the booth beside Rachel. Finn, on the other hand, took it upon himself to sit beside Santana. Handing her her drink, Finn gave a hesitant smile. She smiled back, trying to be friendly to this guy who seemed to be more of a kid than a young adult. Taking a long sip of her drink, Santana listened while Rachel went on to tell the long, exaggerated story of how she and Puck had met. She smiled and nodded, attempting not to chug down the entire glass of alcohol in her hand, which was becoming more and more appealing with the longer Rachel talked.

She tuned Rachel out a lot, and looked occasionally to see Finn staring at the talkative girl the entire time. It was a bit ridiculous, to be honest. What did he see in that girl? And how did Rachel manage to not even notice him? He was practically ready to build her a shrine and bow down on his knees. Finally however, Santana heard Rachel take a pause for breath, and jumped at the chance to use it as an escape.

"If you'll excuse me," She said politely, "I have to use the washroom. I'll be right back." They all nodded and Finn slid out so Santana could leave. Trying not to walk too quickly, Santana looked around for the sign to the washroom. However, her eyes paused at the group of people dancing in the center of the room. There were many new people, and no matter how hard she looked, Santana wasn't able to spot the girl with the blonde hair.

Not that she was looking for her.

Because that would be pointless.

Giving up, Santana found the nearest person, who happened to be a teenage boy who must have snuck in, and asked for directions to the washroom. After receiving them, she made her way in, and locked herself in one of the stalls. Pausing, she leant against the side wall and just let herself breathe.

She should leave. She should definitely leave. It was mostly Rachel who had gotten to her. She figured that Rachel was one of those people who Santana could only spend a limited amount of time with. Or else she would become too irritated. Nodding to herself, she made her way out of the bathroom, and back to the others.

"Hey you guys, I should probably go it's getting late..." She trailed off and eyed the booth. There was a new person there, sitting on the side of Finn that Santana hadn't been earlier. He had short, curly black hair and a large smile on his face.

"Santana, this is Blaine. Blaine, Santana." Puck introduced.

"Nice to meet you Santana." He seemed friendly enough.

"You too."

"Hey Blaine, why didn't you come with Kurt?" Rachel asked.

"He wasn't feeling very well, told me to go ahead without him."

"Who's Kurt?" Santana asked, suddenly curious.

"Step-brother." Finn answered, a bit blunt.

Santana nodded understandingly, "Well, I've gotta go." She grabbed her jacket from Finn, who had passed it to her, and began to do up the buttons.

"I hope we'll see get to talk again, Santana. It was nice meeting you." Santana gave Rachel a smile before replying.

"You too, Rachel. And you, Finn." She paused before looking to Blaine, not quite sure what to say.

"See you some other time, Santana." He said, giving her a little wave. She nodded and turned away to begin walking out of the club.

It was much warmer inside, so the cold hit her twice as hard. However, all she could think about now, as she waved for a taxi, was getting home and never having to think about going to that club again.