So I thought I'd be nice and get this out to my lovely people as soon as possible. I hope you enjoy and don't kill me for what occurs. Plleeaase? Otherwise there's no more story...

Disclaimer: You know the whole shabang.

REVIEWERS:

AshleyDonovan: Thank you for the review and kind words.

BreakYourHeart: Hey, no slapping me for what Santana does. Santana does the slapping anyways...There will be basketball stuff, no worries. Hey, stereotyping latina's into automatically great tango dancers is not coooool. Oh wait...And yes, SAntana has accepted Rachel for the most part. I dunnno, maybe I can fit sugar somewhere. Who knows...except for my brain which tells me things.

jenifer: Thanks, I hope you continue to keep reading and reviewing.

READ, REVVVIEW, and ENJJOYY!

Dinner and Dancing

Britt's POV

The taxi ride to dinner is going fairly smooth; San and I struck up a conversation for the most part while the two love birds in front of us got their cuddle on. They can be pretty adorable at times. As Santana and I talk in the taxi, I get a better sense of her. She and Quinn met when they joined the "Cheerios", a cheer squad at their high school in Ohio. They at first butted heads, but when they were selected as co-captains, they got to know each other better and became friends. Rachel was a bit different, Santana used to be a bit of a bully towards her, but once Quinn confessed she had a thing for the tiny brunette, Santana backed off. She's now here for her singing and hopes to open up a record label. She's so ambitious and confident that it feels nice to be around her, plus she's not bad to look at. I feel like I'm starting to want more from her. Is that weird after only a few hours? I mean I barely know her, but we've clicked fast.

We reach the restaurant and once we sit down, I take the opportunity to find out dirty little secrets on each of them. If I get one to confess the other will come firing back with another embarrassing story, my entertainment for the night. It doesn't take much for Rachel to spill something. "Well, Quinn and Santana dated." Both of their eyes go wide. "Oh come on, the whole school knew, you two weren't all too discrete."

"And that didn't bother you?" I question. "They still are fairly close from what I can tell."

Rachel smirks with a chuckle, "Who do you think broke them up?"

I raise an eyebrow and look at San who grumbles, "Yes, fine. The midget stole my girlfriend." I can't help but laugh and Rachel smiles proudly. "But in all fairness, our relationship was almost purely physical. It was more of a friends with benefits if anything."

Quinn has turned crimson and I grin, "Embarrassed Quinnie?"

She huffs, "Just a little. Didn't know I was a massive piece of meat in high school for you two dogs to fight over."

"Everyone was a piece of meat for me in high school, Q. You know that." Santana smirks and chuckles. So she was a womanizer? "Even if I was confused as to why I didn't like cock as much as pussy." So she was with guys as well, but likes girls more.

"Wait, so was Quinn your first girl?" I raise a brow at her and she shrugs.

"Yeah, pretty much. We kind of determined it for each other."

"Well, this isn't just slightly awkward." Rachel laughs quietly.

"Just slightly." Santana mumbles as Quinn grins and pecks Rachel's lips.

"Rach, you know you're the one for me." She wraps her arm around her girlfriend who has to dopiest grin on her face.

"Yeah, Berry you can have her. I'm more interested in other…cuts of meat." She eyes me at the last couple of words and it has definitely gotten hot in here. "So, want to go to a club after?" She turns to everyone. I can tell it's really not a suggestion or question. What Santana wants, Santana gets.

"San, I've got a paper to write." Quinn whines.

"That's not due for a week, Quinn." I pipe up. All she's done is complain about the paper for the past couple of days, and I could use the dancing to de-stress. Santana looks at her challengingly.

"I'm all for a club. I want to experience all the New York nightlife has to offer." Rachel chirps as her eyes light up. "Please, Quinn?" She looks at Quinn excitedly and Q rolls her eyes.

"Fine. We'll go." Rachel squeaks and presses a kiss to her cheek.

We decide to walk to a nearby club and with Santana's flirting with the bartender, manage to get us some drinks. I'm not going to lie and say I wasn't jealous, I mean have you seen San? She's probably one of the most gorgeous people I know, funny that we only met a few hours ago but we've become fast friends. I feel someone tap my shoulder and I turn around to see a familiar Asian.

"Mike! Hey." I give him a hug and he awkwardly reciprocates it. Oops, maybe a little too friendly?

"Hey, Brittany. I saw you over here and I thought I'd say hi. I'm just here with a couple friends. They're on the basketball team." He points to a table with a mohawked guy, and a guy with abnormally large lips.

"Oh cool, so am I. I mean with friends, not the basketball team. This is Quinn, Rachel and Santana." They all wave but Santana walks over to the table with the guys and laughs pushing the mohawk guy.

"So I guess you know these guys, San?" I chirp up.

"Yeah, head cheerleader kind of needs to know the team. This is Sam and Noah. But Noah goes by Puck because he thinks it's cool or something." San mocks him in a dumb jock voice.

"Whatever, you." He grabs her and sits her on his lap, she squeals and laughs. I feel jealousy boiling up inside of me. I hear a particularly good song come on and I convince Mike to dance with me. Nothing too risqué, he is taken after all. We dance for a few minutes, laughing until the song ends and one with a particularly low base comes on. Grinding song, definitely not for Mike and me. We make our way back to the table, when I feel arms wrap around my waist and a body press into me. "Care to dance with me?" A familiar voice rasps in my ear. I allow the person to pull me back onto the dance floor, as I begin to dance in front of her. Her breasts are pressing into my back as she pulls our bodies closer. I grind my ass back into her centre, eliciting a moan from her pouty lips. I turn around and wrap my arms around San's neck, getting lost in the music. Her hands slide to my hips as we grind into each other, getting heated. She presses her forehead to mine as our bodies sway together effortlessly. I look into her eyes and she licks her lips, staring back. She leans in and claims my lips in a heated kiss, snaking her experienced tongue into my mouth. I hear the music fade out into another song and I pull away to reveal a smirking Santana.

My mind catches up to me all at once and I shake my head to clear it, walking away from her intoxicating presence to the outside air. When I reach the cold outside, I take a deep breath, letting it chill my lungs and refresh my mind, clearing out the haze. I run my fingers through my hair. "Britt? What's wrong?" Santana says exiting the club and coming to stand beside me.

"I can't do this, San. I've know you for not even five hours and you've got me kissing you." Not that I didn't like it. I just don't want to get hurt.

"What's so bad about that?" Santana questions with a smile, "I thought that kiss was pretty awesome."

"It was." I turn to her, a satisfied smirk appearing. "But it can't happen." Her smirk fades.

"But why?" She reaches out to touch my shoulder, but I walk away from her hand. She looks a bit hurt by my actions but I need space.

"Because you can't handle me." I say simply and she snorts in disbelief.

"Oh really? I think what went on inside was me handling you pretty well." She purrs out trying to reason with me while walking towards me.

"No, San. You can't. You can't handle a relationship. You view people as pieces of meat. You couldn't even handle a relationship with Quinn, your best friend." Her eyes soften and her eyebrows scrunch together. "We're friends, and that's all we will be. I can't have my heart broken San, because if I let you in right now, that's what's going to happen." I turn and walk away from her hailing a cab to take me back to the dorm.