Santana's SUV pulled into a parking spot at Breadstix and we started walking towards the door. The two of us had idly chat on the short drive over, but I still couldn't stop thinking that I had never seen Santana look at me the way I did when I got in her car. She has hinted to me before that she thought some girls were hot, and it confused her, but I guess I didn't think much of it. And she'd always jokingly told me that I'm hot and such, but we're best friends. That's what best friends do. I tell her how hot she is almost every day. But right now, right now I couldn't help but think she was… blushing?

Is that possible?

"That shirt looks really good on you tonight, Britt. Is it new?"

Santana's voice interrupted my thoughts, but just cemented the idea further into my brain.

"Uh… yeah, I bought it last weekend when I went shopping with Mom and and my sister. And, thanks."

I was trying hard not to let her know what was running through my mind. We showed our fake-ID's to the bouncer, and while he barely looked at San's, he gave mine a nice, hard look. I was nervous, but I flashed him a flirty smile and he finally handed it back to me with a nod. Though Breadstix was a good old family restaurant most of the time, on Saturday nights at 8 it turned into an all-out club. They dimmed the main lights and turned on club lights, erected a small stage on one side, and moved a lot of tables out of the way to create a standing space in front. We went inside and found our 'usual' table. As we sat down, Santana started talking about the latest thing her Mom had done to piss her off, when a huge and evil grin crossed her face. I knew our server for the night must have been headed to the table.

"Good evening Santana, Brittany," Rachel quipped with a forced smile, "Shouldn't you both be practicing your vocals or choreography for Regionals next week? You know, I picked up this extra job to help pay for our costumes because I am, obviously, the member of New Directions who needs the least practice and…"

"Ohmigod, pipe down, Streisand, and please take two steps back so your nose juice doesn't drip from your enormously large beak onto our table," Santana sneered.

I kicked her under the table, and she winced at the blow to her shin.

You know I hate it when you're mean to her, and to anyone in Glee, I told her with a glare. Santana forced a smile and turned back towards Rachel. "I'm sorry, Berry. But no, we're not practicing tonight. Britt-Britt and I are gonna gets our lady dance and drank on, and then we'll tip you enough to buy as many gold star stickers you need to award yourself for mediocre behavior."

It was true. Though Santana and Rachel didn't particularly care for one another, they had an unspoken agreement that Rachel wouldn't rat us out for our fakes as long as Santana kept leaving her fat tips.

"Ok, Santana. What alcoholic beverage would you like to destroy your vocal chords this evening?"

"Vodka-cranberry and a Newcastle, please!" Santana said, dripping with disdain and sarcasm.

Rachel huffed off and Santana and my attention turned to each other again.

"So who's playing tonight?" I asked.

"Will Hoge. He's a soul-rock singer from Nashville with a few really cool underground albums."

"Neat. Have you seen him in concert before?"

"Once a few years ago. Puck took me on a date to one of his shows. I think I'll enjoy him a lot more tonight than I did before though; better company."

There she goes again. Is she really going to hit on me all night?

"Oh, San. You're too sweet," I said, dragging out the last two words to emphasize that I was mocking her.

Rachel returned with our drinks and we switched to people watching as we downed our first drink. Listening to Santana tear up people she didn't know was probably the funniest thing on the planet to me. Her digs and cuts were hilarious. I really don't know where she came up with some of it. But, really, I sat there trying not to spit my vodka drink on her as she made fun of almost everyone else in the club.

"I mean, look at her. She looks like Christina Aguilera in the "Dirty" video. Except with 30 more pounds in her ass and after being run over by a semi."

That did it. I lost it with laughter to the point where I realized everyone within a 20-foot radius was staring at me. Santana started laughing at me for not being able to stop laughing, and eventually Rachel stormed back over.

"Would you two PLEASE stop making such a scene in my section? You're scaring away all the rest of my customers!"

"Don't hate us because we know how to have a good time without a microphone, Berry."

"Bite me, Santana!"

"No thanks, you're not my type, but we will take another round!" Santana yelled at her as she stormed off, running into a bunch of customers on her way back to the bar side.

I was finally able to stifle the rest of my laughter when Santana turned to me and put a hand on my thigh to get my attention. I slightly jumped and looked at her with a slightly shocked and confused look on my face. As if she read my mind, she blushed in embarrassment and then smiled.

"I bet you can't chug your drink faster than I can chug my beer."

"San! That's silly and dumb. I don't want to get drunk."

"I see. You're right. I wouldn't want to school you in front of everyone anyways. It's probably for the best," she said with a smug smirk on her face.

I smiled and took the bait, "Okay, Ms. CockyPants. You're on!"

As if on cue, Rachel came and set our respective drinks on the table. We looked at each other for half a second and then simultaneously grabbed our drinks and started gulping. The vodka burned the whole way down and I could feel the sweetness from the cranberry starting to coat my teeth, but I glanced over and noticed that Santana was three-fourths of the way done with her beer. I closed my eyes and turned up the glass, swallowing the last few drops as the ice cubes slide to the rim of the glass and land on my nose. I start laugh-choking as I slammed the glass on the table in triumph.

"Hah! Take that, Lopez! Eat your words!"

Santana smiled as she set her beer down with about two inches left on the bottom.

"What's there for you to be smiling about? I just beat you!"

"I'm smiling because in about two minutes those first two drinks are going to hit you, and then I'm going to take advantage of you."

I froze in my seat with my face completely void of all emotion. My heart started racing, not really sure what was going on.

I've never heard her say something that blatant to anyone before, even the guys she was already sleeping with!

"What… uhh… what, do you mean… by that, San?"

"I mean, I want to dance tonight, and you know how I hate to dance alone because all those gross boys will start trying to dance with me. And even though you're like, the best dancer in the world, I know you hate to dance in clubs like this, so I needed to get you drunk so you'd actually act like my best friend and be my airbag out there."

"Oh," I sighed a silent sigh of relief, "Hahaha, Okay, San. You know, I am a pretty good friend. You could have actually been a normal perrrrson and just asssskkked me I would have ttttotally come out there with youuuu!"

"Oh, this is awesome. You're already drunk, aren't you, Brittany?"

"NOOOO!"

Rachel walked over with two more drinks and set them on the table.

"I know you didn't order them, and don't think this means I approve of your underage drinking, but you two are some of my best customers, so this round is on me." She had whispered the part about "underage drinking," so as to not draw attention to our table.

I gave her a huge grin of drunken thanks, but Santana seemed too stunned at the fact Rachel was doing something nice to reply with one of her witty remarks. I promptly picked up me drink and started sipping it through the tiny mixing straw while staring right down to the bottom of the glass. After a few seconds, I looked up at Santana and notices she was just sitting there smiling at me.

"What are you looking at?"

"Oh, nothing," she said as she looked down, "just you."

She had looked back up at me and stared at me right in the eyes when she said those last two words. My heart started beating fast again, and I didn't really know how to respond, so I just kept drinking. The next thing I knew Santana was standing next to me. She was setting my drink on the table with one hand and grabbing me by the wrist with the other.

"Let's dance!"

I let her drag me to the dance floor, but I was totally okay with it because she pulled us to the front near the stage. Will Hoge had just walked out to take the mic. After welcoming the crowd and introducing himself, he started with a crazy rocking song called, "Secondhand Heart." Apparently this was a fairly old song, because almost everyone else in the place was singing along. It seemed as though I was the only person in the club that hadn't heard his music before. Santana and I jumped around enjoying the song, and I couldn't help but get happier as I watched her sing along. That song ended, and he transitioned straight into another equally energetic song. Everyone around us was totally into the music, and it was a lot of fun. Plus, being pretty buzzed didn't hurt either. "I'm gonna go grab a few sips of my beer, I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere!" Santana yelled to be heard above the speakers in front of us.

I nodded and returned my attention to the stage. I was really loving this song. He didn't announce its name, but from the lyrics I was pretty sure it was called "Pocket Full of Change." I picked up on the words of the chorus and was able to sing along by the end.

I got a pocket full of change

But everything's the same

A man could go insane

Trying to make it in this game

I got a pocket full of change

The song finished and he began singing his third number.

Where is Santana? I thought she would be back by now. Oh well.

I started looking around and people watching, but it wasn't as much fun without her commentary. I noticed a guy a few feet away looking at me. He was very handsome: a few inches taller than me, sandy blond hair, bright green eyes, great, pouty lips, very tan and toned. He walked over to me and stuck a hand out in greeting.

"Hey there. Name's Sam. It's good to see at least one other person here doesn't know every word to his stuff," he smiled a huge, gorgeous smile.

I took his hand in mine. "Brittany. And I know! I feel like I've been living under a rock or something."

We both laughed and continued the strained conversation over the remainder of the song. He asked me if I wanted a drink and I directed him to my table, saying that I already had one over there. He nodded and pointed to the bar and the table, signaling that he was going to get himself a drink and pick up mine for me on the way back. I nodded and gave him a shy smile as he walked away.

The song that had been playing ended and Will started telling some story about how a girl fainted at his last show while he was singing his next song.

"It's called "Lover Tonight." I hope you all enjoy it," he said with a slight Southern drawl as he turned to his keyboard player and signaled him to start singing.

I started to get lost in this song. It had an amazing melody and Will Hoge's voice had the ability to just melt over you. About halfway through the song, I felt a warm hand wrap around my right hip and pull me back. The two bodies were pressed together, and I leaned back slightly, happily taking the drink that was pushed into my left hand. A grin crossed my face.

Man, this guy worked fast. But he was good, so no complaints.

I turned my head back to wink at him, but as I did I saw him just leaving the bar and heading towards the table I had pointed to. Confused, I turned the rest of the way around to be greeted by big, warm brown eyes.

Santana?