"You like her!"

"Do not!"

"Santana, you have looked at your phone every fifteen damn minutes. I have actually had a couple breadsticks while you were too busy reading text messages. I NEVER get any breadsticks because a certain someone likes to shove as many as she can into her purse and eat all of the rest!"

"So you got to eat some sticks, why question it?"

"I am just wondering where my best friend went. Usually when I hear you talk about a girl that your dating, it's all inappropriate sex stories and-"

"We are not dating!" Santana was growing tired of Mercedes' questions and accusatory stares. She did not like Brittany in that way, the girl was just super hot, right? Oddly enough though, it gave the Latina a sinking feeling at having to admit that she wasn't dating the blonde beauty.

"So the lovey dovey texts and phone calls are just friendly?"

"Weezy, if you don't stop all of this talk, I will gets my Lima Heights on."

"Oh hell to the no. I would never let you mess up my sexy ass. Defensive much, though?"

"Why don't we talk about your dating life? Or lack there of?"

"One, you are avoiding the subject. Two, I get dates. Three, none of them have been able to handle all of this." Mercedes indicated to herself with a sweep of her body with her hand.

Their food arrived and both girls sat in silence for a bit while they started to eat. Mercedes counted in her head how many times the Latina looked over at her phone. She hadn't actually checked it since the earlier comment about it.

"Ok, that's fifty times. What you are doing is like watching water boil. Damn girl, you've got it bad. Why don't you just call her and ask her out?"

Santana glared at her friend. "I don't like her." She keep insisting on this.

"Well then, let's go out to your favorite club. Find me a man and you a lady who I won't need to hear about tomorrow."

"No." That answer was way to quick. "Uhh…the club burned out. It's a bunch of sluts and pervs now."

"Isn't it always?"

Mercedes received no answer. Santana avoided looking at her friend and being caught in her lie.

"Fine, let's go to that new bar that you met mystery girl at."

Santana wanted to go there, she knew Brittany was working. However, did she want to bring her friend there? It's not like she was dating the bartender so maybe if she brought her it wouldn't seem like she was coming just for the blonde. Would Brittany even talk to her if she was with Mercedes?

"Hellooooo. Earth to Satan."

Santana shook her head, trying to put the pretty girl out of her mind.

"Yea, Sure. Let's go to the bar."

"Good. Is your girl going to be working?"

"I don't know." Santana shrugged her shoulders and stuffed some of her pasta into her mouth, hoping not to get caught in yet another lie.

"Liar." Shit. "She is, isn't she?"

Santana didn't say anything more. It was useless to lie to the girl who knew her best, besides Quinn.

"So she is. Are you going to tell me about her? All I know so far is that she makes you majorly obsessive with your phone. Did she sent you naked pictures or something?"

It was just a joke but that last question caused Santana's eyes to pop almost out of her head and she choked on her food a little. Mercedes laughed at the reaction she had gotten from the other brunette. "I was kidding. Easy girl."

Santana drank some of her water while the other girl kept chuckling.

After a few minutes, they both managed to calm down and get a hold of themselves.

"She's really pretty and just adorable. Not to mention she makes a killer drink." Santana didn't know where that came from, but to be honest, she had wanted to gush about her crush like she was thirteen all over again. Of course, back then it had been fake crushes on boys that she didn't really like but used anyways.

"A hot dancer who knows her way around alcohol. Yea, you are in love."

"I did NOT say anything about love."

"You didn't have to. Your eyes said it for you." Mercedes smiled when she saw the panic in the other girl's eyes at having been read so easily. Santana hid it well but the two knew each other too well.

"Ok that was really sappy. I am not an open book."

Just then a phone rang. Even though it wasn't her usual ringtone, Santana grabbed her phone in record time. Mercedes laughed at the other girl's antics before letting her down.

"It was my phone Ms. I'm-not-in-total-love. I set an alarm so we wouldn't be late getting back to school.

"I hate you so much right now. Wipe that smirk off of your face."

"Can't. Learned it from the best bitch I know." Mercedes pointed at the other girl.

Santana had to laugh at that. They quickly paid and left to head back to the school.

Brittany was slowly waking up. Her quick nap ended up being a few hours and it was already time for her to slowly start getting ready for work.

She had made her way into the kitchen to get some juice from the fridge when she heard the door bell ring.

Wearing her hair in a messy bun, sweatpants, and a too-large shirt, she shuffled to the door. Looking through the peep hole, she saw Tina. Quickly opening the door, she pulled the girl into a tight hug and then went into the apartment.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

Tina sighed. "Just some time away from Artie. He told me all about he is going to change and I really want to believe him but I've heard it all before."

Brittany nodded sympathetically. "You can stay here. I know I've said it before but I just want to remind you."

"It might be good for me. Just for a few days. I always threaten to leave but I never really do."

"Well, I've got to ready to work. Feel free to watch t.v. or something."

Tina nods in understanding and Brittany gets up to take a shower. In the shower, she starts to think about Tina and Artie a little more. It was a sad thing to see this couple struggle. It was usually Artie's fault, too. He didn't respect women in the way that he should. He had his soft moments, but lately those seemed to be mostly for show.

After a few memories of the times that this had happened previously, Brittany decided to focus on happier things. At her audition today, she had managed to remember all of her moves and perform them flawlessly. Despite her nerves and how tired she was, the audition went great. Even if she didn't get the part, she had received an offer to teach a few dances at a local elementary school.

Brittany thought about the pride she felt for Rachel. The tiny singer had done so well and truly lived up to her dreams. The blonde was always thankful that the diva was so successful. Rachel had been so depressed when she had continuously been turned down for lead roles and only landed bit parts. Eventually, somebody had noticed her and gotten her a lead role and they just kept coming after that. Being best friends with the star could be hard, but Brittany was protective over her friend as the girl had stuck up for her so many times in high school. That was why every time Puck and Finn tried to get Brittany to help them date her or "get with her" she turned them away.

The last thing that she thought of as she slowly ended her shower, was Santana. "Maybe I'll see you there." Had Santana just been flirty or was she really going to come again tonight? Brittany wanted to see the girl she couldn't get out of her mind. She was always a sucker for those romantic movies with love at first sight and opposites attracting and everything but had given up on the thought of finding those herself. Her parents were divorced and her sister was in a horrible relationship with a guy who just used her for sex and money. Therefore, she could only hope for a glimpse of the other girl and not a fairytale love story. In high school, she would have believed in all of the cheesy stuff but she wasn't as naïve anymore.

Out of the shower and with a towel wrapped around her, Brittany went into her room and started to look through her closet for an outfit. Regardless of whether Santana was coming or not (well, that's what she told herself), she was going to look good. Skinny jeans and fuck-me heels were paired together to make her ass look great. She knew that those would put her at the perfect height for anybody (read: Santana) sitting at the bar to check her out better. An asymmetrical top that accentuated her chest would top off the outfit. Brittany put on her favorite heart locket. It was given to her by her grandfather, the person she was closest with while she grew up. Light, natural make-up and rockstar messy hair, she was finally finished.

Going back into the kitchen, she passed through the living room where Tina was sitting on the couch.

"Damn! Who are you meeting with tonight? Is it that girl from last night that you left with?"

"No." She answered a little too quickly. "Just felt like dressing up." She gave a casual shrug, hoping that it was enough to placate her friend.

"I will make sure not to stand to close to you tonight. I may not be looking for a date but it would be nice to get somewhat noticed. That would never happen next to you."

"You think so?" Brittany gave a proud, yet shy smile.

"Definitely. You ready to go?"

"Yea, just let me grab my purse and phone."

Sam was sitting on the couch, trying to decide whether he should call a friend and watch an old football game or go out and try his best at getting a date. The latter seemed a little sad since his confidence was shot after coming up empty handed yesterday. His friends made fun of him for his lack of dates, saying he was still too hung up on Quinn. However, they had been apart for years and were just friends now. Quinn had plenty of dates since they've been together so he should get some too, right?

Just then his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey Sam, it's Mercedes."

"Oh hi. What's up?"

"Are you busy tonight?"

Was this girl going to ask him on a date? He knew that she was best friends with Quinn and that would probably be weird. That's why he had never considered it before, but maybe now…

"No."

"Great! Can you watch Ariana? I want Quinn to come out and watch as Satan tries to act like she's not totally in love with this bartender girl."

Sam was admittedly disappointed. He actually liked Mercedes and would have liked to take her out sometime. Then his spirits picked up again as he thought of spending time with his little girl.

"Sure. Do I need to pick her up?"

"That'd be good. I'm going to tell Quinn first though so I'll text you when."

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye Sam."

He sat and watched some t.v. for a bit. He had gotten the text from Mercedes about when to pick up Ariana. He texted Quinn to ask if she had eaten yet and she just replied with yes, but she's always hungry. Sam decided to order a pizza once he brought his daughter back and set about the house to find his keys.

When he picked up the little girl, Quinn was just waiting to leave for Santana's. Ariana screamed with excitement when she saw him and ran up to him yelling out "Daddy!"

"Ari!" He opened his arms so the little girl had a place to jump into and when she did her spun her around. Quinn smiled when she saw this, happy her daughter had a loving father unlike herself. Ariana acted like a kid whenever she was around him. Otherwise, she was usually a mini Santana, something that Quinn is hoping is just a phase.

"I'll pick her up tomorrow and take her to school. Thanks for this, Sam."

"Hey, I can't say no to more time with this girl." He tickled the girl who laughed loudly.

"Daddy! Aunt Tana is going to teach me more guitar!"

"I'm glad the one I gave you is being put to good use! How about we go back to my place and we will order some pizza and watch some movies or something?"

"Yes! Bye Momma!"

"Bye Sweetie!"

"She choked on her food?" Quinn could barely speak through her laughter.

"Yes! I thought I was going to have to poke her eyes back in, too!"

"Hardy fucking har, bitches. I will kick your asses out of this vehicle and make you take the bus." Santana was grumpy. She had been listening to her two supposed friends talk about her schoolgirl-esque fumbling and laughing.

"I'm sorry." Quinn tried to wipe all of her tears of laughter away. "Tell us what happened."

Santana reluctantly told them the whole story of last night. The crappy beginning to seeing ex-bitch in the club. She told them about meeting Puck and then talking to Brittany and even told them about the drive home.

"So did you get some?"

"Quinn!"

"What Mercedes? It's a valid question. You were there when she got drunk on her birthday and relived too many of her one night stands and yelled out about how she was the queen of hook-ups then cried when she didn't have a crown."

"Is it "make Santana look like a dumbass" day?"

"No. It just seems that way because you do it to us every other day."

"Quinn's got a point. Sorry, Santana, it's just karma."

Quinn nodded in approval of Mercedes' comment. "So did you?"

Santana sighed, knowing that her blonde bestie wouldn't give up until she had answers. The only bad thing about the three group of friends was how stubborn each of them were. Somehow, instead of tearing them apart, it actually worked for them. "No. I got a hug and kiss on the cheek." She mumbled the last part.

Mercedes went back to howling with laughter. Quinn tried to control hers as she looked towards Santana again. "I'm sorry?" She giggled a little. "I didn't catch what you said after 'No.'"

"Quinn Fabray I will make sure you never eat bacon again if you don't drop this."

"You can't do that. Just tell me what you said. I'd really like to know."

"You heard me!"

Quinn relented, knowing the night wouldn't be half as fun if Santana was too pissed off. "Ok, fine."

"By the way, if you think that your date goes well tomorrow and I'm not doing the same thing that you are doing to me right now, you're wrong!"

"So this is a date?"

Mercedes leaned forward from her place in the backseat, wanting to see her friend's reaction.

"N-no!"

"You stuttered!"

"Shut up! It's not a date. She doesn't even know I'm coming." Santana tried to hide the slight sadness in her voice.

"Oh so that's why it took you forever to get ready tonight. You want to surprise her with your hotness."

"No, Mercedes. I just like looking fine as hell, thank you very much!"

Santana did look fine. She had put on a sexy strapless dress that had just enough material to cover her up and show plenty of skin at the same time. The stilettos she wore gave her extra height and made her ass look great. Her favorite jacket topped off her outfit. Her hair was sexed up and she knew she was looking fantastic. The other two didn't have to know that it was for Brittany. If the blonde wasn't interested anymore, she was hoping this would help change her mind.

Finally pulling up to the bar, Santana was relieved at being able to go in and get some alcohol into her system. It would immensely help with her confused thoughts and having to deal with her friends. Quinn volunteered to be the DD so Santana could drink plenty more than she had last night. This meant plenty of chances to go up and ask for Brittany's special drink, which was her new favorite.

The three girls did a quick check of each other to make sure they each looked good. Santana practically pushed them inside, feigning eagerness to get her drink on but really excited to see the object of her confusion.

Brown eyes locked with blue as soon as Santana stepped inside. Both girls' jaws dropped when they raked their eyes over each other. They each quickly decided the other was definitely the sexiest thing they had ever seen. Quinn snapped Santana out of it and dragged her to a table that was closest to the bar without actually sitting at the bar.

"If that's her, even I have to say good work, Satan." Mercedes approved.

"Yea. If you don't get up on that, I might have to step in."

Quinn laughed as Santana gave her a glare that no longer had effect on her anymore.

The Latina volunteered to get the drinks, of course. Both of her friends rolled their eyes at each other, but actually enjoyed seeing the third girl like this. They gave their drink orders and insisted Santana was paying, too. The girl grumbled but agreed, just wanting to get to the bar already.

Brittany had turned around and fiddled with bottles and wiped them down, trying to avoid looking at the hottest sight she had ever seen. She almost dropped a bottle when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Hey there stranger, remember me?"

A*N - Hey amazing readers! I love the feedback I'm getting! You guys still never fail to make my day.

I did want to put in a little note here about possibly getting into the other characters a little more than I usually do kind of like how I did with Sam this chapter. The main focus would still be Brittany and Santana, of course, but maybe a little bit more (not whole chapters) with the separate lives of the others, too. It's something I haven't done much before but I would be willing to try. Let me know if you like that idea or not or just want to see a smidge more of a certain character or what? Mmmtay? Otay!