So umm, holy crap at the reviews and favourites/follows. I didn't expect that at all. In this chapter, I chose Santana's boyfriend to be Ryder... you know, Blake from tgp. It's kind of random but it seemed to work with the story, so hope you're not thrown off by that, just wanted to clarify. Sorry if there's any mistakes, I kinda just wanted to get this chapter up. Also, there will be another chapter.

So, it's been about two days. Santana's been shooting me cautious looks and sneaky glances here and there. Our conversations had been set to a minimum, and whenever I found a chance to start something, Santana was a step ahead of me. She knew I now had something over her, and I think it scared her.

The next opportunity came unexpectedly in the form of a classic Noah Puckerman party. It didn't surprise me that we'd both been invited. It was no secret that Puck had been lusting after Santana since freshmen year. If that wasn't bad enough, I'd have to endure Santana and her boyfriend in public. Ugh. The guy was a total loser! His name's Ryder and he's on the football team. Sure, he's got the popularity, the hot body, the swishy brunette Beiber hair. But he's a complete douche bag. It was bound to be an awkward night.

When it came to Saturday night, I walked into our bedroom at about 6pm and saw Santana scouring through her wardrobe, undoubtedly looking for the perfect outfit. In other words, the most revealing, unfair garment of clothing ever to be sewn. She knew how to show off her assets, I'll tell you that.

"Which one?" She asked me, holding out two dresses.

At first I was mostly surprised that she was actually talking to me, almost as if nothing had happened between us. I didn't know if this was a good or bad thing, but I went along with it regardless.

"Umm..." I wondered, looking between the two dresses.

One was black with long sleeves; skin tight and low cut. The other was red, strapless and could easily pull off as a long top, considering its length. I didn't know which was worse. Both would have me staring at her body all night. So really it didn't matter which one she chose.

"Either... they'll both achieve what you're obviously aiming for." I said, rolling my eyes.

She scoffed and sent me a pointed glare as I walked over to my own wardrobe. Whereas Santana's approach was anything but subtle, I liked to keep a little mystery. Santana wanted it, now! Whereas I was more of a tease. It's just how we are, and our clothes said it all.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Santana snapped, that familiar anger rising in her voice.

I turned around to meet her angry glare. It was almost funny how she thought she was so intimidating.

"Well, it's a party, your boyfriend will be there and there will be alcohol. You love being the centre of attention, don't deny it. By the way, you don't even need to wear those clothes to have people drooling over you. You're like, the hottest girl at school." I said honestly.

Her eyebrows furrowed at my casual tone. Usually we were never so upfront about each other's appearances.

"Who are you even going with?" Santana asked, quickly changing the subject.

"Well, I know most of the people in your grade. But really, I just wanna dance." I said, still looking through my own wardrobe. "Plus, I'm sure Jennifer will be there." I added, smirking inwardly.

I could almost feel Santana's glare through the back of my head.

"Why do you even like her? She's a bitch." Santana snarled in distaste.

I had to agree with her, and then again, 'bitch' seemed to be my type. I like them fiesty.

"Nothing wrong with a bit of bitch, San." I teased, shooting her a playful wink over my shoulder.

It seemed that had been enough to end the conversation. Santana turned back around, and I continued looking for an outfit. I settled for a pair of denim shorts and a sparkly top. Dresses weren't really my thing. Jeans make me feel a lot more confident. When I turned back around, my eyes bulged. So, she'd opted for the black dress. God, it looked so much better on... but then again I could think of another place I'd rather that dress... on the bedroom floor-

"I know I'm smoking, but hurry your ass up or we're gonna be late." Santana said, snapping me out of my ogling.

Ryder picked us up, and I sat awkwardly in the back seat as they shot each other flirtatious looks. It was sickening. I spent most of my time staring out of the window, praying for time to go faster. After what felt like torturous hours on end, we arrived at Puck's house. We all got out, and I couldn't help but notice Ryder's arm snaking around Santana's waist. What I didn't expect was the sharp pang in my chest when I saw him do it.

Nothing a little alcohol couldn't heal. I parted ways, making sure to shoot an irrational glare back at Santana, as if letting her know I didn't approve of her affections with her date. She furrowed her eyebrows and looked confused. But we both knew more than well what was going on, we just hadn't talked about it yet.

The inside of the house was dark, except for the glaring coloured lights. Music pounded so loud I could barely hear myself think. I liked it, it was what I needed. I made my way over to a group of guys standing by some drinks.

"Hey." I said in an exaggerated, flirtatious manner.

It was really all it took for them to fall all over me, practically pouring their drinks down my throat. It was kind of creepy, apparently the younger the girl you picked up, the cooler you were. I didn't question it. I simply allowed myself to float away into an inebriated state of numbness. Before I knew it, I was dancing like a crazy girl.

I didn't recognise anyone I was dancing with, but that didn't stop me, or them from getting a little touchy. Obviously, the boys were tactless and sloppy. They were anything but a turn on, but I amused their interest for long enough. What I really wanted was a hot girl to dance with. Then, just like my prayers had been answered, I noticed a particular brunette, drunk as expected, dancing up all over her boyfriend. I smirked, making my way over to them.

Jennifer bit her lip when she sensed my presence. I started off by giving her boyfriend a little bump and grind, sandwiching him between us. When he was too preoccupied with his surprised arousal, I weaved myself between them and came face to face with Jennifer.

"We never finished what we started." I husked into her ear, making sure to grind my hips against her.

She let out a little gasp and flung her arms down, grabbing my hips. She pulled out bodies flush together, making it so there was barely room to breathe. I didn't mind. I hardly even noticed the growing group of boys surrounding us.

I wasted no more time, crashing my lips to hers. I moaned quietly in content, revelling in the feel of her soft, pink lips. Wondering what Santana's would feel like in comparison. Probably like big fluffy clouds, so soft you could melt in them.

Speaking of the devil.

I opened my eyes some time throughout the kiss and noticed Santana a couple of meters away sucking face with her boyfriend. What had been a mild jolt before, was now a giant strike of lightning. I kissed Jennifer back, hard, allowing my hands to ravish her body, pressing our hips together. It seemed to gain everyone's attention except for Santana.

Beyond frustrated and admittedly jealous, I parted from Jennifer, excusing myself to get another drink. Finally, when Santana stopped trying to swallow Ryder's face, I waited until the boy disappeared and made my move. Before Santana could move, I was in front of her and she didn't look pleased to see me.

"Having fun with slutface?"

I snorted at her lame attempt.

"Slutface? Really, Santana? The real question is, why are you making out with that douche when there's plenty of hot, drunk girls around just waiting for you to fall into their arms." I whispered.

Santana huffed, but didn't seem to have a sufficient comeback. She never really did when I alluded to her clear disdain towards guys and their less than charming attempts to woo her.

"Now's your chance, San. You said you wanted to kiss a girl." I teased further. I also wanted to see what she would do, knowing that it really was her best chance.

However, as quickly as she lost her attitude, it came back.

"As much as I'd love to, Britt, I've got a boyfriend and I'm pretty sure I spotted a free bedroom upstairs."

I could tell by her tone that she was trying to irritate me. I know she'd rather eat dirt than get her sexy on with Ryder at a lame high school party full of drunk, underage teens.

"Dance with me." I said, a demand more than a request.

I could see in her face that she was highly reluctant, confused even. But I didn't really care at that point. I gave her no chance to object, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into the crowd of dancing couples. We drew no attention, as there were other girls doing much worse, things I wish I could do to Santana.

"What are you doing?" Santana demanded, awkwardly dancing near me. She looked nervous.

My lips curled into an amused grin.

"Dancing." I stated plainly.

She only looked more confused by my reply.

However, I could tell that she was slowly becoming less anxious, so I stepped closer to her, taking my chance. Her head snapped up, looking at me in surprise. I pretended to ignore it, playing it off as cool. Our bodies were really close, but I will still holding back my 'sexy' moves. I didn't want to scare her off.

The song soon changed to a more upbeat rhythm. I turned around and swayed my hips just barely an inch away from grinding into Santana's crotch. I didn't see her reaction, but I felt it. Her body jolted and she moved into me. I smirked, swaying my hips with more intent, this time purposely grinding back into Santana. At that, her hands flung to to my waist, gripping me tightly.

Fuck. Such a turn on. I hadn't expected her to be so bold.

At that point I didn't care who was looking, most people were too wrapped up in themselves to look at us anyway. I decided to pull out my seductive moves, just to test where this was going. Because it sure felt like Santana was enjoying our little display. I bent at the knees, pushing out my ass so that when I came back up, I slid up her thighs and pressed directly into her groin. I swear as I did, I felt her hot breath puff onto my shoulder.

She tugged me roughly, turning me back around. When our eyes met, it was my turn to gasp. They were wild, filled with something I'd never seen in her before. Lust. I swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the swelling arousal between my legs. But she was just too damn sexy.

"I don't like it when you kiss Jennifer." Santana almost growled.

My eyebrows shot up, my hands sliding down to Santana's hips, pulling our bodies together. I leant towards her ear, brushing my lips along the soft skin. She shuddered.

"And I don't like it when you kiss that manchild you call your boyfriend." I retorted.

I could sense that she was about to respond, but before she could, we were rudely interrupted.

"Hey, Santana I got us some more drinks." Came the overly confident voice of her boyfriend. As if I needed any more reason to hate him.

Santana instantly stepped back, breaking our moment. I sighed, shooting Ryder a tight lipped, forced smile before turning around and leaving them be. Only looked back to see that Santana was staring back at me, almost looking apologetic. Almost.

For the rest of the night, I couldn't enjoy myself. I was angry and sexually frustrated. Drinking more only made me more horny, so eventually I stopped. I danced with a few more people, but was quickly bored. My gaze kept sneaking back towards Santana, and almost every time she was looking back at me. I knew something had happened between us and so did she.

I waited out the rest of the night, pretty much just wanting to go home. At about twelve, my dad picked us up and drove us home. The car ride was tense, Santana and I kept glancing at each other, quickly looking away when the other was caught staring. Finally we arrived home. We were both a little drunk, so we stumbled our way inside and up the stairs. I think Santana was a little worse than me, because when we got to the bedroom, she stripped off her dress in the middle of the room and face planted half naked onto her bed.

I couldn't help but laugh at her, also caught between my amusement and staring at her scantily clad body. At the sound of my laughter she turned her head to shoot me a scowl, but I could tell that it was half hearted. I shook my head, stripping of my own clothes. It was also widely known that when I drink, I like to wear as little clothing as possible. So like Santana, I wore just my bra and underwear.

"Goodnight." I sang, earning a grunt from her in response.

I turned out the light and crawled into my own bed, letting the alcohol sway me to sleep.

When I woke up, it wasn't any time near morning. It was still pitch black. For a second I was confused, but then heard heavy breathing coming from Santana's side of the room. My heart leapt at the realisation.

"Oh..." Santana moaned softly.

Holy shit.

I looked over to her bed and noticed that she was still on top of her covers. It was dark, so I couldn't see her very well.

"Fuck!" She shuddered out.

Well, there goes my ovaries.

Was she awake? Or was it some kind of vivid sex dream? I couldn't work it out. All I knew was that if she kept making those noises I'd have to join in the fun.

Her moans were getting louder, her breathing more rapid. I couldn't take it. I slid my hand into my panties, gasping when I felt how wet I was. I was throbbing. I lifted my head up to get a better look at her. I noticed a movement lower down on her body. I practically whimpered when I realised it was her hand inside her own underwear. She had to be awake! Is it even possible to masturbate in your sleep?

On some kind of arousal fuelled whim I rolled out of bed and crept over to Santana's bed.

"Santana?" I whispered, to make sure whether she was awake or not.

Her eyes bugled open, her hand retracting from her underwear. So... apparently she was awake.

"The fuck, Brittany?!" She hissed angrily.

I licked my dry lips and took a deep breath. Without second thought, I crawled onto her bed and straddled her hips. He gasped and tried to wriggle away, but I placed my hand on her chest and pressed her back down to the bed. She stared up at me with a look of bewilderment.

"W-wha-"

She choked her her words when I grabbed her wrist, guiding it back towards her her crotch.

"Keep going." I husked, not realising how lustful my voice was. Apparently I was really turned on.

She hesitated. I could tell that she was torn. It wasn't exactly the most normal of situations. But I knew somewhere deep down she was just as exhilarated as I was. I could see it in her eyes.

I guided her hand further until finally it disappeared under the flimsy garment. I wanted nothing more than to tear it off and take her for myself, but even now I was pushing it.

"Touch yourself." I demanded, surprised at how steady my voice was.

This time, she didn't hesitate. I watched as her fingers began to move beneath he material. She gasped a little, eyebrows creasing in pleasure and concentration.

"Rub your clit, San." I heard myself whispering.

She gasped again, I think at my boldness. Her eyes shot open and connected with mine. They rolled back the minute she found her clit. I bit my lip, trying to control myself. My own arousal was pooled between my legs. Watching her touch herself was more of a turn on than I had imagined.

"K-keep talking..." She rasped, now furiously rubbing herself.

Ugh, fuck me. Literally. So, so hot.

I couldn't hold back, I slid my hand down into my own underwear, whimpering when I touched my swollen clit. I was close already.

"Fuck, Santana. You're so damn hot." I groaned, now teasing at my entrance.

With my free hand, I balanced myself on her stomach. Her skin was hot, and we both moaned at the sudden touch. To my surprise, her free hand grasped mine, guiding it towards her chest.

God help me.

Before I knew it I was groping her breast. She moaned and arched into the touch. It was too much. I had to trust my fingers inside of myself, crying out as I did. I unintentionally squeezed her breast, eliciting the sexiest whimper from Santana's throat.

"Fuck yourself... Now." I pleaded.

She obliged right away, mimicking my own actions.

"Oh, fuck!" She yelped, bucking her hips against her frantically working hand.

"God dammit, you look so fucking hot right now." I rasped, practically riding my own fingers.

Santana's free hand clawed at my thigh, and I could tell by her vice grip that she was close. Thankfully, so was I. Just the sight of her fucking herself was enough to make me cum.

"Shit! San, I'm gonna cum." I moaned, feeling my muscles squeezed around my fingers. So good.

"Me too!" She gasped, digging her nails into my skin.

A couple more trusts and I came undone. Santana let out a long, euphoric moan, and we both exploded at the same time. It was so intense, everything went white and my orgasm ripped through every nerve of my body. I swear I almost passed out. Santana's moans only drew out the pleasure, and it seemed that after minutes on end, I finally began to come down.

With a slick 'pop' I withdrew my fingers, wiping them on my thigh. My breathing was ragged, like I had just ran a marathon, and when I looked down I noticed Santana was in a similar state.

"Holy shit." I mused, still catching my breath.

"What the fuck was that?" Santana asked raggedly.

That was a good question. Because I had no fucking idea.