/*Author's Note: This is a new Brittana Fic I've been working on. Hope you like it . Special thanks to My Beta clarebelle23 */

She's a good girl. Abuela reminds her of this right before she kisses her on the cheek as they say their goodbyes. Santana knows she believes it. So yeah, okay she might 'get around' but she's showered, dressed and walking into church before the guys are even out of bed the next day. No one follows the whole sex out of wedlock thing anyway. God's surely has to have given up on that by now. When she goes to church with her Abuela on Sunday, she knows she can pray her weekend sins away and she knows she's always forgiven.

But this.

This is different.

She looks down at the bright pink fingernails connected to the hand lazily draped across her naked stomach. The even breaths against her neck send chills down her body, reminding her of last night. Reminding her of the actions of her body, driven by pure desire, unhindered by a brain drowning in tequila. Maybe she could blame the alcohol for last night but that didn't explain this morning. How her sober body still reacted to this touch, every part of her buzzed and throbbed for more. She dragged her tongue across her lips just to taste the girl's mouth in hers one more time.

This was something she couldn't pray away. This sin was the worst she could imagine, one she couldn't bear to face in the light of day.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

Maybe that was actually true, maybe Vegas had a filter so God could ignore what people did here. Maybe it looked like those faces did on TV, jumbled static of pixels and colors. He knew there was a city underneath it all but He couldn't make sense of the features and actions. Maybe He didn't want to know. Maybe she could get away with everything and as soon as she got on a plane and back to Lima it would all be okay because no one would ever know. Not even Him.

She heard her phone buzz angrily on the desk across the room. It caused the body on top of her to stir. The pink finger-nailed hand drew away to rub tired eyes. She felt a kiss pressed innocently to her cheek, her skin burned at the touch. She squeezed her legs to control the urges for things that her sober brain knew she shouldn't want, she never had suffered with such lack of control in her life. She was wet from a light kiss on the cheek.

What the fuck?

"Morning." The words brushed against her white-hot cheeks.

Immediately, she slammed her eyes shut.

Santana had her fair share of one-night stands but she never once stuck around for after sex cuddling. Who the fuck wanted to spend their night with a sweaty hairy arm squeezing their body? Plus she wanted to avoid all this fucking awkwardness. What the hell was the protocol here? Was she supposed to exchange pleasantries, pat her on the back for a job well done and bolt out the door? Or were they supposed to kiss and share morning coffee like an old married couple? Ya know, if that shit were even legal here. Sure as hell isn't where she's from.

The bed felt instantly cold when the body rose off the bed. Which was ridiculous since they were in a desert and it was probably seventy degrees already. She heard the blinds split open and her eyelids burned red as the warm sunlight flooded the hotel room.

"You forgot to turn your vibrator off." The girl chuckled. Santana finally opened her eyes and watched the beautiful naked body glide across the hotel room and towards the phone that was now buzzing dangerously close to the edge. She picked it up and held the phone up.

"Someone's calling." She threw the phone next to Santana on the bed and hummed some tune Santana couldn't place as she turned towards the bathroom.

She hit the green button and brought the phone to her ear. "H-Hello?" Her voice faltered. Very un-Santana, she needed to fix that.

"Santana!" Quinn was practically screaming into the phone. Santana pulled it away from her ear so she didn't get fucking brain damage or some shit. "Jeez, we thought you were dead or something."

Santana let out a scoff. "God, Quinn overdramatic much? It's Las Vegas not Bogota."

Santana could practically hear Quinn roll her eyes through the phone or maybe it was because she had known Quinn for so long she knew exactly what to say to piss her off the most.

"Whatever. Where are you?" Quinn asked.

Santana looked around the room. She had no fucking clue. "A hotel room."

"Cute." Quinn scoffed. Santana heard her bitch about something to the other girls but she couldn't hear what she said. "Which hotel?"

Santana glanced up at the bathroom, the door was still closed and she could hear the water running. She glanced around checking the drawers for any hint of where she was. She found a pad of paper and a pen with the logo of the hotel on it. She picked up the pad and read the name back to Quinn. Quinn said okay and they'd be there in half an hour. Santana hung up the phone before she placed the pad back into the desk drawer when she caught sight of the Holy Bible tucked into the far corner.

"Oh fuck you," she muttered to herself.

She started to gather the pieces of her clothing that were strew all over the room. Discarded in a night of drunken passion. It was particularly embarrassing to find her underwear thrown over the desk lamp.

She was sliding her dress over her head when she jumped at the sound of the bathroom door. Her blonde hair was wrapped in a white hotel town, as was, thankfully, the rest of her body. She seemed genuinely surprised to see Santana standing there. She smiled at her before walking over to her suitcase.

Santana sat on the edge of the bed and tried to put on her heels as fast as she could but her hand kept slipping. The blonde looked over and smirked making Santana feel like a bigger spaz. She stood up and dropped a pile of clothes next to Santana on the bed and dropped the towel to the floor. Santana found her eyes trailing up her bare body before she could control herself. She took in the long slender legs, her flat stomach, her bare breasts… She remembered how her mouth had been there last night and the sounds that came from her when she bit down on them just a little bit. She ripped her eyes away, crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together.

"Do you want to grab coffee or something?" The blonde asked. Santana barely comprehended the words as she watched her slip red bikini underwear with yellow stars up her slender legs.

Oh God.

She repeated the question and giggled a little. Santana pulled herself from her trance and locked onto her beautiful blue eyes.

"Um. Actually, my friends are on their way to pick me up." She said.

"Oh". She sounded disappointed. Or was she relieved? She was probably relieved.

The phone buzzed in Santana's hand and she jumped. The girl giggled again as she hooked her bra around her back. Santana hit the green button again.

"What?" She tried to sound as annoyed as possible. For no real reason, just because it was Quinn and she was instantly annoying.

"We're outside." Quinn answered. "Finish up with your boy toy and get down here."

Quinn hung up before Santana could respond. Santana studied the phone for a second to see if Quinn Fabray really just fucking hung up on her.

"Your friends are here?"

Santana met those beautiful eyes again. She was fully clothed now in a baby blue tank top and khaki shorts. A simple outfit but the way her legs looked in those shorts... Santana swallowed as she stood up abruptly. Stopping her mind before it got going again.

"Yeah." Santana whispered. Why was she whispering?

"I had a lot of fun last night." The blonde said. Her smirk was seductive and Santana had to tighten all the muscles in the lower half of her body to keep herself under control.

Santana couldn't help the smile that crossed her face. Her feet took a step towards the blonde without her even telling them to. The blonde closed the gap and they were inches away from each other. She had lost all sense of control when she finally responded.

"Me too." It was barely a whisper into the blonde's lips when they finally connected. Santana swallowed her bottom lip, she kissed with such force that it send the other girl back onto the bed. Santana straddled on top of her putting all of her desperation for one last touch into this kiss. Her hands wrapped around the back of the beautiful blonde head. She felt the pink finger-nailed hands rubbing their way up her bare thighs and under her short dress.

She parted her lips and the blonde obliged shoving her tongue into her mouth. The hands slipped up further and she felt fingers rub up against her embarrassingly soaked underwear. She felt the blonde smile into another opened mouth kiss. Obviously proud of what she could do to her, what she did to her with such little effort. The finger slipped between her underwear and into the wetness. Santana wasn't able to control the moan that escaped her body and broke the kiss. The desires taking over as she thought about what she wanted so badly to come next. What she needed to come next.

She jumped as the something in her hand shook and shocked her skin. She had forgotten she was holding her phone and also completely forgotten about her friends downstairs.

What the fuck was she doing anyway? She was sober. Vegas or not this was wrong.

"Fuck." She muttered into another lazy kiss before she pulled the hand out of her underwear and stood up off the bed. "I'm sorry." She headed straight for the door without looking back.

"Wait!" The blonde called up. She grabbed Santana's shoulder to stop her and Santana turned.

"Can I get your phone number? Maybe we can take a rain check on that coffee?" The blonde said. Santana didn't take her eyes away from the phone held in front of her. She hesitated.

There's nothing immoral about a cup of coffee.

She took the phone and plugged in her number before bolting out the door.

By the time she stepped out of the elevator she already had one new text message.

This is Brittany's number :).

She saved it in her phone as B before she found a rather pissed off Quinn in the hotel lobby.

Quinn tapped her foot angrily against the elaborate tiled floor. The sound of her taps echoed around the expanse of the nearly empty lobby and a rather annoyed bellhop was glaring at her. As soon as she spotted Santana she folded her arms across her chest and scowled.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Santana called as she walked passed Quinn and towards the exit. "You know if you just got laid you wouldn't be this uptight all the time."

Quinn scoffed and followed Santana out. They found the rental car at the curb. Mercedes and Sugar waiting patiently inside.

Some people would think they were an odd group of friends. A walking freaking cultural diversity ad. Richie bitch, Wheezy, Hotness and Juno. But they had been friends ever since their time together at Trinity. They met in their school choir group which Santana will swear isn't nearly as gay as it sounds. Plus how many singing lesbians do you know anyway? Want to see a real gay school choir? Check The Dalton Academy Warblers. Santana was pretty sure any boy that joined the club was converted to the other team, if you catch her drift. Santana reluctantly admitted that show choir was a nice break from the routine of cheerleading. This had dancing AND singing. Santana liked to sing and they weren't uptight about it or anything.

Santana climbed in behind the driver's seat where Mercedes was sitting while Quinn climbed in behind Sugar who was singing way too loud and awfully at some Lady Gaga song. Sugar's position in show choir may or may not have been directly related to the size of the donations her father made. Thankfully Sugar stopped singing as soon as the doors closed. No one spoke as Mercedes pulled out of the hotel parking lot.

"Well he better have been good." Quinn finally said. Her arms were crossed again and her uptight bitch scowl was back. "Since you felt it was more important than my birthday."

Santana sighed. This was annoying. Quinn only pretended to want her around because it was convenient to her temper tantrum at the moment. They had a complicated love-hate relationship. Minus the whole love part. "Its not like you won't have any fucking more."

"And you'll probably run off to screw another guy then too." Quinn said. Santana watched the Vegas strip pass by her, ignoring all of the eyes on her. "I swear Santana you'll never changed."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Next time I'll get you one too, okay?"

This argument always seemed to come up and there was always one way to get Quinn to shut the fuck up. Santana wasn't lying. Quinn needed to get laid, like really needed to get laid. She wasn't mad about Santana's disappearance. She was pissed that Santana always got more action than her. But lets be honest, of course she got more action than her.

Quinn scoffed but it was more of an embarrassed scoff instead of an angry one. Progress.

"I'm thinking some buff football player?" Santana said. Quinn laughed at Santana and so did Mercedes and Sugar, thankful for the ease of the tension in the car.

"So details Satan." Mercedes said through the rearview. "What did this guy look like?"

"Yeah I don't remember seeing you with a guy last night." Sugar added through chomps of gum. Seriously, who the fuck chews gum at nine in the morning?

"Um." She usually had no shame in talking about her conquests. How big, how small or how terrible they all were anyway. This however, was an entirely different story. This wasn't something she was willing to talk about, something she couldn't, "It was no big deal."

Mercedes raised an eyebrow at her. Santana was acting odd and she wasn't even good at hiding it.

"He was ugly, wasn't he?" Sugar grinned.

Santana didn't look back at her and instead kept her focus on the other cars on the road.

Quinn let out a relieved laugh. "Yup. Totally ugly."

With that one confirmation, all of Quinn's jealously was gone. She unfolded her arms and laughed along with Mercedes and Quinn.

Santana faked a laugh too. Her 'date' last night was anything but ugly right now, however that was the only thing that could save her and for now it was her only defense.