AN: The response this story is getting is awesome for me! Thanks for everyone who's following and been reviewing! It means so much to me! I hope you like this chapter! I'll try to keep updating quickly! Anyways, I got a review asking if I could make this into a Fapezberry romance, which I was considering. I wanted to know what you all thought. Do you want this to be Faberry or Fapezberry? I can't decide which I want to write so I figured I'd ask all of you! So please tell me! Message me or leave a review! Enjoy chapter 3!

"So, tell me about this plan." Rachel questioned as Santana moved to the same couch as the other brunette, "How am I going to make her jealous?"

"First, we need somewhere to do this." Santana spoke quietly. "You should throw a party, like tomorrow or some time while we're here. Invite all your New York friends and break out the alcohol because you and I are going to put on a show in front of Quinn."

Rachel's eyes widened. "Wait, you and I are going to what?"

Santana rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a prude, Berry. We only have to do enough to get her going and Quinn will be ready to pounce."

Rachel furrowed her eyebrows in thought. It didn't take long for her to realize Santana was right. She wanted Quinn and she would do anything to get her. She eventually nodded and responded with a hushed, "I'm in."

The Latina smirked as Quinn and Kurt entered the room with plates of food. "What did we miss?" Quinn asked with a smile on her face.

Santana looked to Rachel and nodded before the diva spoke. "Santana and I decided it would be fun to throw a party. Kurt, our Thanksgiving party was a smash so I think we should throw another one."

Kurt nodded and looked to Quinn. "I'm totally in! What do you think, Quinn?"

Quinn chuckled, "Don't expect me to stop you because I'm up for it!"

Santana smirked at Rachel quickly before speaking. "Then start making some calls because we need as many guests as possible!"

Kurt and Rachel laughed as they pulled out their phones and began calling everyone they knew in New York.

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The next night, the party was in full swing. Rachel and Kurt introduced their new friends to their old classmates as people began to arrive. Music blared through the apartment as the party progressed. About an hour into it, after everyone had a downed a few drinks, Santana grabbed Rachel's wrist and dragged her into the kitchen, where it was quieter.

The Latina poured herself another drink as she turned to Rachel. She took a sip as Rachel poured more for herself and then spoke, "Are we going do this or what?"

Rachel nodded. "Yeah but how are we going to go about this? Are we just going to start going at it in front of her?"

Santana laughed as she grabbed Rachel's hand and led her through the apartment to the room designated as the dance floor. Luckily, Quinn was in there talking to Kurt. Santana drunkenly stumbled her way through the crowd, making sure they were in the blonde's view but not so obvious. She took another sip from her drink and snaked her free hand around Rachel's waist, pulling her closer as they began to dance along with the music. God, I'm drunk. Santana thought to herself as Rachel thought the same.

Rachel brought her arms up around the Latina's neck as her body pushed into hers harder. She laced her fingers through dark, raven hair as Santana's hands moved lower down her back. As the two continued grinding against each other, Santana's body quickly began to respond. Heat coursed through her body as Rachel's breathe grazed across her neck. Before she could stop herself, her hands were on Rachel's hips, pulling her closer, and begging for friction as their lips crashed together.

The kiss barely lasted long before Quinn was behind the Latina, grabbing her wrist and pulling her out of the room, away from Rachel and into the diva's bedroom.

"What the hell was that?!" Quinn hollered as she slammed the door behind them. Santana knew Quinn was an angry drunk and was prepared for this. What she hadn't been prepared for was how she responded to Rachel. She was ripped from her thoughts as the palm of Quinn's hand connected with her cheek.

As Santana was brought back to reality, she raised her hand to slap Quinn back. She swung her arm forward, only to be stopped by Quinn's arm grabbing hers. "Don't you dare try to hit me!" Quinn screamed. "You deserved that!"

Santana rolled her eyes and yanked her arm out of Quinn's grasp. She started towards the door, only to be pulled back by Quinn. "You owe me some answers! Why the hell did you do that right after I admitted to you that I had feelings for her?!"

Santana sighed. "We were going to try to make you jealous and obviously it worked."

Quinn pursed her lips in anger. "Well, you both looked really into it."

Santana gulped and stuttered out her reply. "Well, that's the point of making some one jealous, isn't it?"

Just as Quinn was about to respond, the door opened as Rachel entered the room.

"What's going on?" The diva asked innocently.

Santana chuckled at how coy she was. Quinn glared at the Latina before storming past the two girls, slamming the door behind her.

Rachel spun around to look at Santana. "She seems really pissed off."

Santana sighed. "Yeah, so mission accomplished, I guess." She made her way around Rachel, but before she could leave, Rachel's hand was around her wrist, stopping her. As Rachel's hand made contact with her skin, she felt heat flow through her arm. Whoa, weird. She thought.

Her thoughts were once again interrupted as Rachel spoke. "Ok, I understand why Quinn is pissed, but why are you acting weird too?"

Santana shook her head. "I'm not." She choked out.

Rachel raised her eyebrows and took a step closer to try to comfort the Latina. "Yes, you are." Santana's breath hitched as she took another step closer. "Now, what's wrong?" Rachel questioned one more time.

Santana took another step closer, closing the distance between them. "Just don't slap me or anything after this."

Rachel's eyebrows furrowed as Santana leaned in. Once Santana's lips touched hers, Rachel's eyes widened. She quickly pushed the Latina off of her. "Wait," she interjected, "what the hell?"

Santana's hands flew to her forehead as she backed away. "I'm sorry-I-I don't-" she stammered as she exited the room as quickly as possible.

AN: What did you guys think? Did you like it? Don't forget to tell me if you want this to be Faberry or Fapezberry because I CAN'T DECIDE. Do you want Faberry and maybe some more Brittana or do you want Fapezberry? I can't finish writing chapter 4 until I know what you guys want! PLEASE TELL ME! Haha, anyways I hope you liked this chapter!