Hey again... So here's the party tell me what you think!. rate and review and i shall write the about the aftermath of the party. who remembers what? is Brittany really OK? whats going on with Santana... all will be revealed... :) over and out... enjoy 3

We got to the door and opened it. My heart pounded and so did the music. The bass beats thumped and forced a rhythm through each person in the room, I turned to Brittany.

"I'm going to find Puck." I told her as I took my pinkie back from her grasp.

"No you're not! You're buying me at least one pill, you promised." She whined.

So I did. "Fine." I groaned, I retook her hand and dragged her along.

I pulled her to a shady looking guy counting cash in the corner. He looked up and smiled. I took some of the money out of my bra, and the dealer smirked.

"It's not like you're getting any of this, perve." I said sharply as her eyed me up and down.

"Hey, I just want the money." He grinned creepily. "How can I be of service?"

"Cocaine, E and Weed... for two." I whispered.

"Ooh no weed... I got everything else though."

"What sort of fucked dealer are you? I'll take it anyway." I said as we made our exchange.

"Watch the attitude honey, and introduce me to your friend will you?" He said as he eye fucked Brittany.

"No." I stated.

"Well then fuck your little lesbian ass, get outta here!"

I grabbed Brittany's hand and took her upstairs to one of the bathrooms. I handed over one of the tablets. I then set up two lines of Cocaine. I let her go first and she dizzily stood straight up. Then I went for my line and snorted it in one go. Then I held up my E and she mimicked me. We downed them and laughed.

"You gonna be ok?" I asked her.

"Umm... yea I guess so."

"Britt, don't go near that dealer ok?" The tone in my voice was forceful.

"He was kind of hot, in the Simon Cowell way."

I had to laugh at that. "B, I'm serious!"

"Ok I won't" She muttered as she held a hand on her heart. "I swear."

With that I shuffled out of the bathroom and Brittany followed me down stairs. I spotted Puck and waved goodbye to Brittany and said hello to my on-off boyfriend. I pushed through the throngs of teenagers and he held out a hand which I grasped onto. We walked into the kitchen and were surrounded my best friends; alcoholic beverages. He asked if I wanted a drink and I gave him that 'of-course-you-jackass' look. He handed me a cup of vodka and coke.

"Thanks Puckachu."

"I told you to stop calling me that! I'm not a fucking Pokemon!" He chuckled

I downed my cup and handed it to Puck. "Again!" I ordered. He filled it back up with the same mixture. I sipped at this one so as to not over do it too soon.

"So you just gonna stand there or are you gonna hit on me?" I questioned.

He looked around the kitchen. "I was just going to get to that." He picked me up and heaved me onto the counter top with ease. I looked down at him and wrapped my arms around his neck. I leaned down and kissed him on the lips repeatedly. I ran my fingers through his mohawk. I parted my lips and allowed his tongue to enter. I had to admit he had skills, but I guess that's only because he'd experienced me. There was something else I had to admit however; Brittany did it better. We knew exactly what each other liked. I couldn't think about that now. It was all about Puckasauras. He pulled back for a breath a kissed my neck. I moaned slightly as he did so. His hands moved from around my waist upwards towards my abdomen and on to my breasts. He palmed them rhythmically over my dress. He pulled back again.

"I forgot to say you look totally hot tonight." He breathed

"Well aren't you a little gentlemen."

"Although you would look hotter if...-" He trailed off and I cut in.

"I physically can't look any hotter that this, no one can, and you know that Puckerman." I spat.

"Well yea you would if... you were in my bed."

"Ha. Ha. So fucking funny, not tonight Puckling. I'm getting drunk. This is all you're getting tonight."

"Santana, don't be a bitch..." He whined.

"Whining is so not hot. Let me down."

I went in for a final few kisses and he took me and put me back down on the floor.

"Thanks." I smirked and bit my lip suggestively.

I went over to get myself a drink. I got a red and white party cup and filled it with Jack Daniels. I went from the kitchen leaving Puck to do whatever. I got to the living room which was chockfull of people. The music took me and I was grinding up on the first guy I saw. I moved to the beat and loved every second. I took the guys drink and downed it. Not sure what it was but it tasted somewhat alcoholic. I spotted a group forming by the pool table and I wanted to see what all the commotion was about and more importantly; why it wasn't about me. I jostled my way through the crowd. To find two people making out on the pool table.

It was Brittany. She was unconscious. I needed to help her. I barged through the final few people.

"Brittany!" I screamed.

I grabbed the jerk on her by the collar of his shirt and he fell from the pool table to the ground with a thud. He bolted back up.

"Oh look whose back, want your girlfriend to fuck you or something? Hormonal bitch."

"You'd like that wouldn't you? You fucking forty year old, virgin, paedo." I snarled at the encounter with the dealer.

"I'm not afraid to hit a dyke, even if your hot." He shot at me.

"Hitting me would probably turn you on. You into that sort of stuff you drugged up teenfucker?"

He then swung at me. I wasn't ready and he caught me right on the eye.

"Well look at that, hope your proud dickless wonder." Just as I finished my rant I kicked him right where it hurt.

He fell to the floor and groaned in agony. I kicked him repeatedly in the stomach. He held out a hand and grabbed hold of my foot. He dragged me down to the floor. He hit me square in the mouth and I could feel blood trickle down my lip. I instinctively tried to get to my feet. I was too fast for the guy, I was up on my feet and he just lay there. Time for a finisher.

"If your here to sell; sell. Don't go sleazing on girls who you couldn't even get when you were in high school. Especially when their un-fucking-conscious. Just cause you were some techy freak with no friends doesn't mean you can try and be cool now."

I then used all the power in my right leg to kick him square in the face. I think I knocked him out, but it was his own fault so I felt justified. Some of the football jocks grabbed him and picked him up.

"Wait." I spoke as the room was pretty much silent. I searched the guy's pockets. I took the Cocaine and some of the money.

"Thanks you can throw him out now." God I loved having control.

They walked with the dealer to the door, counted to three and threw him simultaneously out the front door. The party was starting to subside after that little incident. I hurried back over to the pool table and I looked at Brittany. She was still breathing and he hadn't hit her or anything so all was ok. My brain was fried. I got onto the table and put Brittany's arm around me to know she was there.

"Night B." I took hold of her hand and intertwined out fingers. Then it just went black.