"Alright everyone, that is the end of this session. I'll see you all back here next week." Brittany dismisses her class, leaving her and Jake, the assistant, behind.

"Since it's friday, I was thinking you should come to this party I'm having tonight." Jake walks over to the blonde, smiling innocently.

"Well, I sort of have plans with my girlfriend tonight. I was planning on taking her out to dinner since I haven't been around much." Brittany walks by him to grab her duffle bag. Before she could, Jake grabs her arm, spinning her around.

"Come on Britt. You can take her out and then come to the party. You'll have fun, I promise." I leans in a bit closer to her, just inches away from her face. "Or, you could just come to the party, alone."

Brittany takes a deep breath and steps back. "Jake, I can't. Tonight just isn't a good night and I need to be with Santana. Okay?" She turns her back and walks the rest of the way to grab her bag. Jake runs ahead of her to grab it before she can.

"I'll give you your bag if you agree to come to the party. You know you want to." He leans in close, whispering in her ear. "I'll even save a dance for you."

The blonde is irritated and rolls her eyes. "Are you serious? Just give me my bag."

"Not until you agree to come." He says with a wink. "You can come alone or bring Santana. Either way, I want you to be there."

She thinks it over for a second, knowing Santana will be furious but she just wants Jake to give her the bag. "Fine, I'll go to your stupid party." Jake smiles at this and hands her the bag.

"I'll see you tonight then." Jake exits the studio happily while Brittany looks at her self in the mirror. She opens her bag, grabs her iPod and walks over to the stereo.

It takes the dancer to find the song she's looking for but it eventually pops up on the screen. She plugs her iPod in and presses play. Until We Bleed starts blaring from the speakers and Brittany loses her self in the music.

Her body moves elegantly across the floor. Feeling the music in her veins, she lets the music lead her, spinning and gliding. By the end of the song, Brittany is on her knees breathing heavily. From across the room, she hears her phone ringing. The blonde runs over to answer it.

"Hello?" Breathing heavily into the speaker.

"Hey, are you coming home soon?" Santana's voice drones into her ear.

"Yeah, I just finished class a little bit ago. I'll be home in twenty."

"Okay. Well I'll start dinner then. See you when you get here." She says dryly, about to hang up the phone.

"Wait, San, I was going to ask if you wanted to go out for dinner tonight. You know, since I've been gone a lot and we haven't spent much time together. Kind of like a date?" She bites her lip, hoping she agrees.

Santana smiles and nods her head, "Yeah I would love that. I'll get ready so I'll see you soon."

"Great. See you in a bit. Love you." Brittany grins.

"Love you too Britt." The dancer frowns at the name, remembering the way Jake said it earlier. The line goes silent and Brittany puts her phone in the pocket.

The blonde quickly showers and gets dressed, getting ready before heading home. She puts on a pair of black skinny jeans, tight black tank top and a striped, thin sweater. It takes her ten minutes to get home without any traffic in her way. She pulls into the drive way and runs up the stairs and into the house.

"Santana?" She calls out loudly.

"I'm in the bedroom. I'm almost dressed." Santana yells across the house. She puts on a pair of black pants, a red shirt and a black sweater. After she is finished, she walks out into the living room and smiles when she sees Brittany.

Brittany looks her girlfriend up and down and smiles. "You look gorgeous Santana."

"Thanks, you don't look half bad either." The brunette laughs lightly and saunters over to her lover. She leans in to place a delicate kiss on her lips. "Are you ready to go?"

The dancer nods and walks towards the door, grabbing her purse then opening up the door for Santana. "After you." The Latina smiles and walks out the door to the car.

Brittany pulls into the parking lot of Santana's favorite restaurant. She gets out and runs to the passenger side, opening up the door for her lover. The brunette smiles in return and they walk inside. The girls are instantly seated and orders taken.

"So how was your class today?" Santana smiles and takes a sip of her ice tea.

"It was great. Everyone is improving very well and a few are competing in a dance competition next month." Brittany says enthusiastically. "How was your day?"

"Well it was alright. I didn't do much, just answered a few calls about clients and such." The waiter comes by with their food. Brittany offers a quick thank you and he disappears again.

An hour goes by and the girls are finished eating but still talking.

"So I was thinking we could go to a small party tonight. My assistant is hosting it and he really wanted us to come." Brittany lightly smiles, not revealing the truth of what he had said.

Santana's smile falters slightly but nods. "Yeah, sure. That sounds like fun."

"Great! Well, we should probably head out then." She stands and leaves money on the table for a tip and struts over to the counter to pay the bill. The brunette stands and follows the dancer her takes her hand in hers. When they reach the car, Brittany kisses her cheek and gets into the car.

When they reach the party, Santana frowns at the amount of people who are there and the bottles of alcohol scattered about. "I thought you said this was a small party, not a raging one."

"Come on San, it'll be fun. It's just a party." They walk inside and Santana is instantly disgusted with the drunken state. From across the room Jake yells. "Brittany! You made it!"

The blonde walks over to greet him, leaving the Latina at the door. "Yeah, I thought I should at least make an appearance." She replies in an obvious tone.

"Here, let me get you a drink." Jake walks to the counter and grabs her a beer. The dancer takes it and takes a sip.

"Thanks. Well, I'm gonna go talk to Santana so she doesn't feel lonely."

"No no no, stay here, dance with us." He motions to a group of people moving to the music.

"I guess, just for a little bit." She starts dancing to the music while he dances in front of her.

Santana walks into the kitchen to find something to drink that isn't alcohol. She eventually finds a can of soda in the refrigerator. After a while, she heads back out into the living room. She sits down on a deserted chair, watching the drunken idiots dance around. She looks around the room and spots Brittany with who she assumes is her assistant. In that moment she became furious at their current position. His hands are around her while she grinds into him.

Jake leans in to whisper something in the dancers ear. "You are such a hot dancer." Brittany, in her now drunken state just giggles and turns around to face him.

"You're not so bad yourself." She continues to dance on him until Santana comes storming over.

"Brittany, what are you doing?" Her arms are folded across her chest while she glares at Jake.

The blonde giggles and turns to Santana, putting her arms around her and starts to dance again. "I'm just having a little fun baby." The brunette can smell a great amount of liquor on her girlfriends breath.

"Yeah, we're just having a little fun." Jake laughs reaches forward to grab the blonde.

"Keep your hands off of my girlfriend. Come on Brittany, we're leaving." The dancer instantly stops and follows her storming girlfriend.

"Why? Because I'm just trying to have fun? Come on Santana, its a fucking party, we're supposed to have fun." Brittany fumes.

Santana turned around with hurt in her eyes. "You're drunk and basically fucking that guy in the middle of the room."

"Who, Jake? We're just friends who were having fun." Santana grabs the keys out of her girlfriends pocket and storms out to the car.

"Santana! Come on, come back here." Brittany runs after her.

"I'm leaving so either get in the car or I'm leaving you here." Santana gets into the drivers seat and slams the door. Brittany stands in front of the car with her arms crossed and an angry look on her face.

"Fine." She gets into the car and slams the door.