Sorry for the long wait. Thanks to Serena Guzman for helping me out on this.

Chapter 3: The Party

Santana pulls up at Puck's house and she hears the music banging. She gets out of her car and walks into the house. Half of the kids there are already drunk as fuck and she feels the need to catch up. She spots Puck mixing drinks so she walks over to him.

"Yo P what's going on?" She asks, slapping him on the back and making him spill some of the mix.

"Shit bro, nothing much." He makes sure that nothing fell on him before he returns the favor and slaps her on her shoulder.

"What you got for me?"

"My special drink." He smirks at her and hands her a cup filled to the rim with his 'special' mix.

"Right on." Santana takes a sip and hums in approval.

"How is it?"

"Amazing. So uh, where's Kurt and Quinn?"

"Don't know, I thought they were here already," Puck responds with a shrug.

Santana looks up and sees her friends coming over. Kurt is the first one to speak.

"Hey loves," he says in his 'Kurt' kind of way.

"Hey Kurt," both Santana and Puck greet the boy.

"Puck this party is off the hook," Quinn says

"Thanks babe," Puck replies, his smirk only growing. He puffs out his chest and Santana rolls her eyes at him.

"So San where's my little god-baby?" Kurt asks.

"Dude she's my god-baby," Puck interjects.

"No, she's mine. She's going to love her uncle Kurt. Beside you'll probably teach all about football." Kurt rolls his eyes at the thought and Puck shakes his head.

"That's so not true."

"When was the last time you talked about doing something nice for a woman?" Kurt asks.

"Uh…" Puck looks up as he thinks about that.

"My point exactly," Kurt says, knowing he won. Santana rolls her eyes.

"Guys chill, I already told you two you're both the god-fathers, and to answer your question Kurt she's at home with Julia's mom," Santana tells the boys.

"I still don't trust the bitch even though she had your cute little girl." Quinn says. The venom in her voice makes Santana flinch and she sighs.

"I know you hate her Q, but-"

"Hate is not even the word," Quinn says, interrupting Santana. Santana glares at Quinn and clears her throat.

"Q try to be nice," she says just loud enough so that Quinn is the only one to hear her.

"Oh hell no Santana, if I see her my bitchiness will indeed come out," Quinn growls.

"Well you might not want to turn around," Puck tells her.

Of course, they all turn around to see what Puck is talking about. Julia is standing just behind them in skinny jeans, a yellow blouse, and her yellow converse. She slowly saunters over to them and gives them a little wave.

"Hey guys," she says cheerily.

"Hey Julia. Mia okay?" Santana asks, wondering why she's here while their daughter is at home.

"Yeah she's fine San, she fell asleep. She was fed and she was changed, so she should be fine until I get back," Julia comforts Santana and slowly put her hand on the girl's arm.

"Good, I'm glad she's okay," Santana says feeling a little better knowing she's safe.

"She is a cutie," Kurt speaks up, smiling at Julia.

"Thanks Kurt," Julia says a little shyly. The fact that Santana's friends are all a little closed about what they thought of Julia made Santana feel on edge while they stand there talking but she doesn't say anything about it.

"You should bring her around more often, Julia," Puck says with a smirk. "I love that little girl."

"I'll keep that in mind, thanks Puck." Julia smiles at him and then turns to see Quinn is glaring at her. She shifts uncomfortably but decides to ignore it...that was until Quinn speaks up.

"So what took you so long to tell San about Mia?" she asks.

Santana tries to convey her annoyance by glaring at Quinn but the blonde ignores her.

"Well I didn't want her to blow me off," Julia says honestly.

Quinn snorts. "She still should. You're a piece of shit for keeping her daughter a secret."

"Quinn! What the fuck!" Santana exclaims.

"What? It's true, San...she fucked up bad and she needs to know that there are people standing behind you. It's not okay!" Quinn says just as loudly. Puck clears his throat and Kurt shuffles on his feet uncomfortably but they all stay where they are.

"It's fine Santana," Julia mutters, but before she can say more Santana huffs.

"No it's not Julia," she says. She is about to tear Quinn a new one when Julia speaks again.

"San it's fine, I'll talk to you later. I came here with Vanessa anyway she's my ride. See ya," Julia says before she walks away.

Santana turns to Quinn angrily.

"Quinn how could you say that to her?"

Puck mutters something about mingling with his guests and Kurt jumps to the opportunity to get away from the conversation that was coming.

"She fucked up too badly to be forgiven so easily San, so I'm not sorry for what I said," Quinn crosses her arms over her chest.

"It's not your place to put her down like that. She's my baby mama, not yours," Santana growls.

"San...I love you okay? You're my best friend and I hate what she did to you. I despise her for lying and cheating on you. Do you even know if Mia is yours?"

Santana huffs and crosses her arms while she glares at Quinn.

"She looks just like me, Q. There's no way she's not mine," Santana says.

"So you're going on looks? Have you even gone for a DNA test?" Quinn asks, gentler this time.

"No." Santana shakes her head.

"You should, San. Just to be sure."

"Q I don't think I could do that to her."

"I think that no matter what happens you need to know for sure, even if that means doing something you might not want to do."

"Taking a DNA means I'm doubting my own flesh and blood. Mia is mine, I know she is."

"Okay San, if you're that sure..."

"I am! Just drop it okay?" Santana says, her eyes softening as she watches Quinn struggle with it.

"I'm going to find Puck."

"Okay Q."

Quinn looks up over Santana's shoulder and smiles. "Brittany is here." She hurries away to find Puck and Santana turns around to see Brittany standing right behind her, wearing a yellow dress with golden flats. Santana watched as Brittany moves toward her and smiles at her own thoughts. She can't help but think that Brittany is an angel who had just fallen out of heaven. She might not have romantic feelings for Brittany, but she thinks that she's a very beautiful girl and no one would let a beautiful girl walk.

"Hey Britt-Britt," she says huskily.

"Hi Sanny," Brittany says with a big smile.

"What's up? Are you okay?" Santana asks when the smile falls from Brittany's face.

"Yeah, I'm perfect," Brittany says, bringing back that smile.

Santana looks around, not sure what to say to this beautiful girl standing in front of her. "So um...where's Sam?"

Brittany shrugs. "I don't know."

"Oh, okay," Santana says. She looks at Brittany for a moment and then knows what she wants. "Wanna dance?"

"Sure, if you get me a drink first," Brittany smiles and holds out her hand.

Santana looks at it for a moment before she nods and takes Brittany's hand.

"Okay I'll make you one." Santana leads Brittany into the kitchen and mixes her a drink. When it's done she hands the cup to Brittany and watches her drink it in one go.

"Wow that's amazing. What is it?" Brittany says, sounding impressed.

"My dirty little secret," Santana winks at her and Brittany blushes.

She always thought Santana was so cute. Even though they barely hung out, she always felt safe with her. Like one time in the 2nd grade Finn took Brittany's crayons and broke them. She started to cry and ran out of the room. Santana beat the shit out of Finn that day and then she told Brittany that she had her back no matter what. Brittany heart always swelled when Santana protected her. That's why she wants someone like Santana.

"I love it when you're so sweet to me," Brittany says.

"Hey, I gotta keep the ladies happy," Santana says with another wink.

Brittany holds up her cup. "I want some more."

Santana pours both of them a cup and they drain it right away. She watches as Brittany finishes her drink and hummed.

"Damn Britt...you look hot."

Brittany smirks. "Thanks, so do you!"

The two stand there watching each other for a moment before Santana hears something behind her and she turns to see Puck standing there.

"Hey...everything okay with Quinn?" he asks, a frown marring his face.

"Yeah, we're good," she replies.

"Hey Britt," Puck says looking around Santana toward the blonde.

"Oh hey Puck," Brittany says indifferently.

"We're doing shots, you girls wanna join us?" he asks looking between the two of them.

"Cool. Britt, you coming?"

"Yep."

Puck leads them to the dining room table where a crowd stands cheering someone on. Puck pours them all a shot glass filled to the rim and hands Brittany and Santana each one.

"Okay…one...two...three!" Santana downs her shot so fast her throat burns.

"Fuck!" Puck yells after he downs his shot.

"Whew! Another one," Brittany downs two shots back to back and Santana hols her hand on Brittany's when she makes a move for the third.

"Woah slow down there Britt," she says with concern.

"Okay one more...please?" When Santana shrugs, Brittany downs another one.

"Okay...now come on, let's dance!" Santana pulls Brittany away from the table, into the safe zone.

"I'll tell the DJ!" Puck yells at them over the heads of the people taking shots and making an awful lot of noise.

A song starts.

All I fuck is bad bitches
I don't want no mediocre (x3) no

"Ohhhh I love this song," Brittany says. She drags Santana to the dance floor and starts grinding into Santana, her ass against Santana's front.

Bad bitches only
Ain't no mediocre
Don't want no mediocre
I won't hit no mediocre
You a bad bitch
Stuntin on the mediocre (x3)
7 bitches with me and ain't none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes they so far from mediocre

Right hand in the air
I solemnly swear
I never fuck a bitch if she don't do her hair
No more, you won't get no dick if there's a bush down there
Girl I should see nothing but pussy when I look down there
You come fuck with a nigga what better to do
He call to ask how you doin tell him better than you, yeah
I'm kicked back with four pieces like a kit kat
Me fucking if you ain't a dime, just forget that
Pretty face fat ass, if she don't have
Have one of these, well I think I'll pass
I just handed her the keys to a new drop Jag
When she took it I took it back
You shoulda asked for a Benz
That's mediocre bitch

Brittany brings her hands back and wraps them together around Santana's neck, making sure that Santana feels every inch of her.

All I fuck is bad bitches
I don't want no mediocre (x3) no
Bad bitches only
Ain't no mediocre
Don't want no mediocre
I won't hit no mediocre
You a bad bitch
Stuntin on the mediocre (x3)
7 bitches with me and ain't none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes they so far from mediocre

Heard he want to lay it down on Iggy Iggy
Gave it to him twice
Now he want a 3, Mike Bibby diva
But I need a bad boy
Rest in peace Whitney pardon me
But I don't think none of these bitches fucking with me
Want a billboard bitch stop running in place
Heels on me saying gimme 6 inches of space
Courtside while designer frames cover my face
Now everybody in the game wanna get em a taste
I'm still Grand Hustle first lady fuck you pay me
Bet he won't go 12 rounds with the million dollar baby
I can change your life quick stop playing with me
And if you ain't talking money what you saying to me

Santana is in a daze as Brittany continues grinding into her groin and she can feel herself getting so hard. She's never been this hard for anyone and it surprises her that it happens for Brittany.

All I fuck is bad bitches
I don't want no mediocre (x3) no
Bad bitches only
Ain't no mediocre
Don't want no mediocre
I won't hit no mediocre
You a bad bitch
Stuntin on the mediocre (x3)
7 bitches with me and ain't none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes they so far from mediocre

I'm in Brazil with a bitch
Catch me in a mansion in the hills with a bitch
Get her out dem tennis shoes
Throw some heels on a bitch
I'm the type of nigga split a mil with a bitch
Hold up, only if she bad though
Out here trying to find someone that better than my last go
Take her to my castle
Drown her in my cash flow
Say your dick so little she can fit it in her asshole
Told me she can write this shit
No further than a cab go
Said I got that don dick
She wanna be my tutor
So she give me brain getting head on the scooter
Had sex on the beach
From Bermuda up to Cuba
I done fucked a lot of dimes
But I'm looking for a cute bitch
You the shit
What she say when she got to sit
When I ain't around
Give a damn who you do it with
Super thick pretty face
Ménage à veinte
20 at the same time
Wanna get ya rent paid

Brittany turns around and from the look in her eyes, Santana can see that she's had one too many drinks tonight. But that doesn't stop Brittany from kissing Santana hard and pulling her closer. Santana can't do anything to stop it either, because she's so turned on she doesn't care about anything else but Brittany at that moment.

All I fuck is bad bitches
I don't want no mediocre (x3) no
Bad bitches only
Ain't no mediocre
Don't want no mediocre
I won't hit no mediocre
You a bad bitch
Stuntin on the mediocre (x3)
7 bitches with me and ain't none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes they so far from mediocre

They make out on the dance floor for a while, not caring who's seeing them or who's watching them. They are so into each other that they hardly even notice the music still pounding, and the people around them fade into the background.

"You are so hard for me," Brittany husks, cupping Santana with her hand.

Santana jerks her hips forward and moans. "I am...just for you baby."

Brittany leads Santana up the stairs and walks into the first room she sees, closing and locking the door behind her before she tears off her dress. She makes her way over to Santana and pushes her backward onto the bed, straddling her in the same movement. Santana moans when she feels that Brittany is rubbing herself all over her belt buckle and then props herself up on her elbows.

"Take of my jeans, Britt," she says huskily. Brittany does as she is told and Santana feels her dick slap against her stomach.

"You're so big...and all for me!" Brittany grins and Santana moans.

"Come on Britt," she says, needing to feel Brittany against her, on her or...better yet, needing to be inside of Brittany.

Brittany smirks and takes Santana's dick into her mouth. First, she sucks on just the tip and licks the precum from it. Santana moans and jerks her hips up but the blonde holds her back and licks her shaft from bottom to top. She sucks her dick into her mouth and goes as far as she can, and as fast as she can. Santana can't get over the fact that it had been way too long that she'd gotten good head like Brittany gives her, and she knows that she's not going to last very long if Brittany keeps up what she's doing.

"Oh shit Britt! I'm coming baby!"

Brittany simply hums, giving Santana just enough information to let the girl know she can come. And she does, she comes hard into Brittany's mouth, her hips jerking as Brittany swallows every last drop. Brittany licks her a couple of times more and then pulls back.

"How was that baby?" she asks, looking up seductively. Santana can feel her dick getting hard again right away and she moans.

"So fucking good," she rasps. Santana takes a couple of deep breaths, but she's so aroused that nothing helps and so she stands up, pulls Brittany up and then pushes her onto the bed. "Your turn!"

Brittany opened her legs and Santana pulls her back to the edge of the bed. She doesn't waste any time but pushes into Brittany right away. Because of her height she has some advantage and she can hit Brittany's G-spot perfectly. The blonde moans hard when Santana keeps hitting her G-spot, and then when Santana starts rubbing Brittany's clit, she jerks her hips in the rhythm Santana's set up.

"Uh, oh God Santana!" Brittany screams, and Santana picks up her pace. She has more stamina now that she already had one orgasm and she knows she can ride Brittany until she's weak from coming. Brittany comes around her dick once, twice and then a third time.

But Santana doesn't give up there even though Brittany is practically begging her to stop. A fourth and a fifth time follow soon after.

"You feel so fucking good, Britt...ugh," Santana pushes in and pulls out, then pounding back in and she feels her own orgasm coming closer with every thrust.

"San...please," Brittany moans softly. Santana looks down and sees that Brittany has her eyes closes, her hand over her forehead.

"I'm close baby," she says quickly. She moves faster, building her orgasm faster and then, totally unexpected, she comes hard. She can feel the ropes of come spurting out of her dick and after a moment, she pulls out and lays down next to Brittany breathing heavily.

"You just don't know when to stop huh?" Brittany asks when Santana keeps touching her lazily.

"Nope."

Brittany's eyes starts to droop. Santana looks up at her sees that the girl is really tired. Santana strokes her head feeling tired herself.

"Are you even going to remember this Britt?"

"Maybe or maybe not but I know my head is going to be banging when I wake up." Brittany said while falling asleep on Santana's chest.

Santana looks down at the sleeping blonde and smiles. Santana wraps her arm around Brittany's waist. She closes her eyes and falls asleep knowing she is going to have a headache waking up.

End of Chapter 3.