Disclaimer/I don't own Glee. But I do own this plot idea, so buaha. Suck it. =P

So! Story number two! I'm excited about this one. Essentially, it's that Santana and Brittany never met until this fateful night. And their worlds are both forever changed. However! I'm horrible at playing Brittany. So sadly, I'll have to make her a little less ditzy and a little more tough, but still feminine. Don't worry, I'll try to stick to the original Brittany we adore as much as I can. The song that inspired this is the instrumental 'Sing, Sing, Sing' by various orcherstras and bands. Also, that's the song they dance to. Listen to it sometime! It's flippin' amazing!

Pairings/

Quinn/Rachel

Artie/Tina

Kurt/OC (Chance)

Santana/ Brittany

The din in the restaurant was enough to make it difficult to hear Quinn as she tried to finish telling me her story. I leaned in, my ear inches from her as we were escorted by the hostess to our table. Everyone was already there. Kurt, with his boyfriend Chance, Mercedes, Puck, Rachel, Finn, Tina, Matt, Mike and Artie. We had all known each other from toddler days and had graduated high school together, after most of us became even closer friends thanks to New Directions, our Glee club. We were the best of friends. And it was the five year anniversary of our graduating. Rachel hadn't been able to wait for the ten year mark and had organized this fancy feast and evening on her own accord. The rest of us had just shown up.

After high school, Quinn and I had gone to New York for schooling, essentially becoming roommates. The rest of the gang had gone their separate ways. But we were all, nonetheless, close. As we reached the table, everyone let out a chorus of their greetings and me and Quinn took a seat. Quinn, of course, sat next to Rachel and immediately laced their fingers and leaned into her girlfriend. Rachel hadn't gone to college, as her Broadway career had already launched into full swing after high school and she had moved to New York. So she and Quinn saw each other regularly and their relationship was only heading to the inevitable life together afterwards.

I sat next to Kurt and his boyfriend and smiled. "Hey guys. It's really good to see you." I looked at Chance and smiled. I hadn't met him yet, but I knew his name because Kurt had informed us of him. I held out my hand in front of Kurt. "Santana Lopez. I've heard a lot about you from Kurt. A little too much, even." I winced and Kurt playfully hit my arm.

"Santana!"

"Just kidding, just kidding. Anyway. It's nice to meet you."

Chance smiled, shook my hand, and looked at Kurt mischievously. "Kurt is known to have a big mouth." He leered. I gagged playfully and turned my attention away from the two to look at Finn, who was on my other side. "I still can't understand how you can stand to be his step-brother."

Finn just smiled his usual goofy grin. "At least now I have my own bedroom." We laughed and then went into silence as we watched everyone else talk about their lives and such. I took the opportunity to examine the extremely fancy building. The layout was vast and expansive; very open. In the center of the bottom floor was a round stage with stairs that looked like it was made out of black marble. On it was a piano and a few mics. At the bottom of the last step (There were three, including the top of the stage) was a large dance floor of the same black material. And then, after a while, it ended into red velvet carpet and the booths started, encircling the stage.

There was a balcony, with more booths and guests up there. A giant chandelier hung directly above the stage, level with the balcony height, though the ceiling stretched very far above that. There were people on the stage at the moment, playing a jazzy tune, and some guy singing with it. It was very lounge-ish, if you asked me, but I loved the feel. Very modern, but elaborate at the same time. Not to mention, the lights were dulled for a more romantic feel for the lovebird or two. I turned my attention back on the table and my friends, smiling as Mercedes finished off her story.

"What about you, Santana?"

"Huh? Me? Oh. Well, nothing Quinn probably hasn't told you. Getting a degree in business and taking up a part time job in modeling. Taking some dance lessons."

"No surprise. I always envied you in high school for your body and oyur dance skills. Cheerios paid off, huh?." Tina admitted. I laughed and shook my head.

"Come on Tina. You were beautiful in high school. Artie noticed that. I mean, you were the first of all of us to get married. And yea, Cheerios was a great start. Sue was a total motivator."

Tina nodded, glancing at Artie. "True. And I love my Artie so much."

There were a resounding chorus of 'aw's' around the table and I made another fake gag. The table then turned to laughing.

"So, what about dating, Santana? You with anybody?"

"What? Me? No way! I can't settle myself down like that. It takes a master to tame this beast." I joked. Again, everyone laughed good-heartedly, though mostly everyone was nodding their head and agreeing to what I had said. I just smiled. Eventually the conversation excluded me again and I lost my focus again as I watched a girl take the stage.

She was tall and blonde, and by the way she moved, she seemed very graceful. Our table wasn't particularly close, and with the dim lights, I couldn't exactly make out her face. I watched as she took a seat at the piano and rolled her shoulders as applause broke out. Obviously she must be a regular performer, because the regular customers knew who she was. She smiled and then started to play a very skillful medley of songs on the black and white keys.

Even my table fell quiet as we listened in awe. She finished her piece to a round of applause and then stood, taking a mic.

"Alright. So as most of you might know, I always have a part of my show where I challenge someone to come up and dance with me."

"No one can dance like you can, babe!" came a voice from the crowd. The girl chuckled into the mic and shrugged. "That's the point. Now. Do we have any volunteers?"No one volunteered. "No one? Aw come on. Someone?"

"Hey Santana! Why don't you go up there? You said you were taking dance lessons!" It was Tina. I blinked in horror at the idea. I loved dancing, sure. I was good at it, too. Hella good. And dancing was always my passion. But I wasn't about to—

"Over here! She volunteers!" Rachel, this time. She raised her arm and pointed a finger at me. The table joined in with the pointing and I made a point to give them my infamous Santana glare.

"Real mature, guys." I hissed. Unfortunately, there was no getting out of it and the crowd began to cheer me on. 'Dance! Dance! Dance!'. The girl took notice too and smiled.

"Come on! You can do it!" she ditched the mic and skipped off the stage to make her way over to my table. As she neared, my breath hitched. She was gorgeous. Her blonde hair was a perfect compliment to her fair skin and deep blue eyes. Her smile was absolutely heartwarming. I found myself tugged out of my seat by her soft hands and towards the dance floor. I stumbled ungracefully after her until we came to the dance floor beneath the stage. I found out quick that, despite the look of the floor, it actually wasn't slick at all. Perfect for dancing.

I looked up as the girl cued the assembled band behind her and they picked up into a swing song. It was just the song to get into if you had your heart into dancing. I watched as the girl took off to the beat, swaying and twisting gracefully to the music. I watched, mesmerized as she danced with the skill of a master. I wasn't intimidated, but I wasn't exactly confident either until I stopped watching her every move and let the music sink in. When I started to move to the music, the drums entered in a very soothing upbeat. I smiled as I let the music take over me. At first I mimicked her moves until I added in my own twists to the moves and eventually ended up doing my own thing. The girl had stopped to watch. Evidently she was surprised I could keep up with her and a grin grew wide on her face as she joined back in with me. Together was danced to the music, never actually touching each other but incorporating each other into the dance.

Eventually though, the beat picked up more and everyone in the audience was standing and snapping to the beat. Without a conscious thought, and I'm not sure even today if it was my coming to her, her to me, or a mutual urge, but we collided together, hands wrapped around each other as we then started to twirl and spin around the black floor, the music in full raucous behind us. Our body synched together perfectly and our bodies moved without thought, bliss and love for the dance sweeping over us. As the beat picked up more and the end of the song drew near, our efforts became doubled as we twirled each other and did a full out swing with back stepping and twisting and sliding across the floor. The last note hit just as I twirled back into her arms and she dipped me back, one hand stretched behind her in dramatic effect. There was no room for silence as the crowd bust out into cheer. For a while, though, we remained like that. Blue eyes meeting brown as we panted, chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath. Finally she stood me back up and held out her hand. I took it and introduced myself.

"Santana."

She smiled. "I'm Brittany."

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