Author's Note

Hi! Thank you guys so much for all the great support. :) Who watched the 100th episode? I mean that KISS! BRITTANA IS AWESOME AS ALWAYS!

I know I've been late on this update. I just had exams so I just spent my extra time studying. But I'm back. This chapter has 2 parts that is why this one is short. I just wanted to get something out there.

Also as you guys already know, another shoutout to my beta! (BrittzandTana)

Title - Fall for You [Chapter Four]

Summary- Being in love is amazing, but when you're in love with your best friend who is getting married, it's not the greatest feeling in the world to see her engaged. Still I rather sacrifice my happiness for hers. If that means keeping in my feelings that's exactly what I'm going to do. (G!P)

Words- 4.8K+

Rating- M

Disclaimer- I do not own Glee . This is an alternative universe. Also a profit is not being made.

Tonight I just want to forget. Forget about Santana. Forget about Charlie. I want to feel numbness caused by a heavy alcoholic beverage. And lucky me; the one person that can help me achieve this has just walked through the door.

"Well, well... I don't know if you mind me asking, but I am going to do it anyway. Why is the one and only Ms. Brittany Pierce calling me at..." He looks down at his wrist to check the time, "10:00 to meet you at this club?"

I turn in my stool that I am now occupying at the bar. "Ok I can see why you have that question. So there is actually two things I need to tell you." He walks toward the stool next to me and sits. "One, I just need to forget about stuff and before you ask what I think you are about to ask, no, I am not telling you specifically why. And two, no leaving me to go have sexual intercourse with another woman."

"Fine, I will not leave you to get my freak on, even if I see desperate women. But if a hot cougar comes by, get ready to say adios amigo." He suddenly stops talking and begins to drift into a dream-filled state. I have a good feeling that he's thinking about those cougars.

I scoff at his lack of focus for something that is impossible in and out of his dreams. "Hey, enough with your god awful fantasy and let's get our drinks so we can go dance."
He shakes out of his state and smirks at me. "You are just mad because people want the mighty Puckasaurus over than you."

"Ha keep on dreaming Puck, just keep on dreaming."

We keep laughing until we're literally breathless. Eventually we go and order our drinks from the legendary bartender. I heard that this so-called legendary bartender makes the best drinks in New York City.

"Hey Blondie, what drink do you want?" The bartender asks. He leans against his elbows with his towel wrapped around his hands.

I actually don't know any heavy alcoholic drinks by their name, because Santana always ordered my drinks at the bar.

"We need 10 shots of tequila and one mind eraser." Puck cut in, obviously seeing my clueless state.

"Coming right up!" The bartender turns around nodding his head, to the beat of the cacophonous music.

A couple minutes later passes and the bartender finally finishes our drinks. But a minute before, Puck stated that he was going to go to the bathroom, which I don't believe. He is clearly over on the other side of the bar grinding on a drunk brunette.

"So who you trying to forget?" the bartender asks when he sees me downing the tequila shots. Damn, this shit burns.

Might as well tell him, because you're probably never going to see this man ever again. Though you don't know his name you feel like he could be trusted with your biggest secret that you have.

"Before I answer, may I ask what your name is?"

"Oh yeah, name's Xander."

"Alrighty then Xander, well let's get straight to the point here. I am hopelessly in love with my best friend." His face contorts into an expression that is full with empathy. Like he understands how it feels. "And that's not it. Clearly, so-called faith evidently hates me and makes my best friend marry another woman. And yes I am a lesbian."

"Wow what a fucked up life you have. And to be honest with you our lives are similar." Xander sincerely says.

I sigh through my nose in an exaggerated time before answering back. "Yup it's pretty bad, but I really want to just forget about all of this fucked up shit that's going on in my life right now. So with that being said, will you please enlighten me about your life?"

"Well since you kind of told me yours, I will be the opposite of an asshole tonight and just tell you mine." I smile. He is quite charming for an asshole. Before he starts talking, I look around in my seat to check on Puck. And finally my eyes find sets in corner of the club and there he is sitting in the booth with a girl on his lap.

"So once upon a time there was Xander Griffin, who fell in love with his girlfriend's best friend. Yup, by the look on your face you're in utter shock. But unfortunately it is true; I have a roommate that still lives with me. Well she had a friend that she always talked about. So one night I met this one friend. And as time goes on we started dating each other, oh and by the way her name is Jenny. My roommate Persephone and I began to get closer over time while I was with Jenny. Blah blah, things go one and I finally realize that I was in love with Persephone who is obviously Jenny's best friend. I didn't want to lead Jenny on anymore so I broke things off with her. Guess what happened next?"

"What?" I am honestly completely intrigued by his story.

"After the break up, I ran to my apartment and I was totally ready to admit that I was in love with her and not Jenny. Unfortunately, Persephone came to running up to me before I could get through the front door and yells her about her boyfriend and how they're getting married. I didn't even know she had a boyfriend. And that concludes my story. She still lives with me, she now has a fiancé, and I am still a heart-broken fool. And their getting fucking married in two more days," he finishes. His eye starts to water and his face turns sad.

"Wow that's harsh, are you going to the wedding?"

"Tell me about it. And surprisingly yes I am going."

I just feel a sudden urge to hug him with all my might. He's right; we do have the same sad story. We both love someone who is close to us, we both don't want to risk our friendship with our love confessions, and we both have broken hearts. And suddenly just for tonight I couldn't care less about our one-sided lovers.

"Enough with the boo hoo. I mean we are both hot and single in fucking New York City! This is the city of dreams for god's sake. For tonight, let's make a pact. Just for tonight, alright?" I suggest. He looks interested in what I have to say and also quite confused at my sudden outburst. "The pact is that for tonight we forget about everything that makes us sad. We just have a night to remember. A night where we can just be free and don't have to worry about Persephone or Santana or anybody else. Ok?"

He smiles at me and says, "You know what? You're right. You are fucking right. After I finish this shift, which ends in 30 minutes, we will have one of those 'oh my god what happened last night' moments. And you Brittany are one awesome person."

"Thanks! Now in thirty minutes, we meet up here, ok?" I ask.

"Yep we will meet up here in this area, deal."

"Deal."

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When I leave the bar after making the decision to meet up with Xander later on. I feel like dancing. A good song comes on and I start walking towards the dance floor. I begin move my hips to match the fast-paced beat. My hands grab my hair to add a little sex into my dance. I keep on moving to the song until I feel hands on my waist behind me. I turn my neck and surprisingly see a girl grinding on my back side. Usually, creepy dudes show up when I dance.

She and I keep dancing sexually on each other until two songs pass by, and we are both completely out of breath. She then grabs my arm and leads me to a booth that ironically is the one that Puck is now occupying.

"Hey Brittany!" Puck pulls away and yells in greeting. It is obvious that he has drunk a lot.

"Hey dude who leaves a girl hanging."

"Not my fault, these girls want on my awesomeness." Referring to the two girls that are sitting beside him giggling their asses off. Well they're happy drunks.

"Who's this?" Puck gestures his pointed finger at the girl who I'm dancing with. I don't really know her name, but she is a good-looking girl. She has warm green eyes, tan skin, but lighter than caramel colored, and hair that is in between a dark and light color.

"Uh actually we didn't exchange names with each other quite yet." I state while turning my attention towards the mysterious green-eyed girl.

"Oh sorry...my name is Johanna. I'll assume from your friend over here that your name is Brittany," she answers. Her accent is really sexy to me. I think she's from England.

"Yeah it is."

"Good, so where you from?" Johanna fiddles with her hands in a nervous way. It's cute how red her cheeks get when she gets nervous.

"Ohio. You?" It's small talk, but it takes my mind off of certain situations. And I want to make time pass by ,so that it won't be long before Xander is finished with his current shift.

"I moved here from England actually." I really feel intrigued by this girl. Like I want to know more about her for some reason.

"That's cool. You're from a cool country and I am from a boring ass town called Lima. I mean who names a town Lima." She laughs heartily at the statement. I laugh along with her loud guffaws. I glance at Puck who is making out with those two girls that were then beside him and now on top of him coincidentally.

"I'm sure it's not that bad," She stops in the middle of her sentence and is now focused at someone who I assume is behind me. I turn around in the booth and see a guy that I am guessing that's her friend. He sees her looking at him, so he approaches the booth.

"Hey I was just looking for you," he says to Johanna. "So aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?" He voice wavers when he sees the place Puck is in.

"Yeah I guess... this is Brittany. Brittany this is Ryder and Ryder this is Puck." Ryder looks at both of us through judging eyes. I guess he's inspecting us to see if we are good enough to hang out with Johanna.

"Hi," I say, sticking out my hand for him to greet me. He hesitates for a second but eventually gives in and shakes my hand.

"Hi Brittany, so I see you found Johanna."

"Yeah she and I were just dancing a couple of minutes ago."

"Yup I saw. It was surprising to see Johanna grind on a girl like that." Johanna cheeks start to turn red. I guess she's never dancing that much with strangers then.

"She just attracted me, okay?" Johanna defends.

"Hey, just saying," Ryder retaliated with his hands thrown up in exaggeration. "Well I'm just going to leave you guys to chat because I saw a cute ass guy walking over there."

Whoa my gaydar is way off. I thought he liked girls. Mmh guess I was wrong then. After Ryder stated that he would leave, I could tell the guy he was talking about must have been attractive, because he ran across the dance floor at ultimate speed.

When Ryder leaves, Puck decides that he's going to go dance with the two girls he met, leaving me and Johanna alone.

"So," I start awkwardly.

"So," Johanna says along with me.

"Uh so... tell me about yourself," I suggest, hoping to break the literal sheet of ice. I don't really know why it feels so awkward now. Maybe because Ryder teased her or maybe because Puck left.

"Well there isn't that much, but okay. I was born in England, as you know. My accent is kind of British with a hint of American in it. My parents and came to America when I was six years-old. I'm here for my scholarship to NYU," she tells me. "Enough about me, though. How about you?" she finishes.

"Um... I moved here from Ohio, as you already know. I go to school at Juilliard and so does my best friend." My voice instantly wavers to a sad tone at the thought of Santana. I cough, my fist covering my mouth, to help regain my voice. "And I major in dance."

"It's cool that you go to Juilliard. I actually major in art at NYU," she adds. I never would have guessed that she was an artist. She starts to nod her to the beat of the current song that is bursting through the speakers.

"Hey, wanna go dance?" she asks. I listen to the beat to see if it's a good song. Dubstep isn't really my kind of music, but hey, this is a night where I want to forget everything else.

"Sur—" I don't even finish my reply before she's grabbing my arm and dragging me onto the dance floor. Once we both arrive at a good spot, we start dancing against each other.

I roll my front side into hers. I move my hands to wrap loosely around her neck. She also moves her arms to wrap around my waist. We keep dancing and dancing, just moving in our own little world. It feels so good to finally dance with a pretty girl without feeling so damn guilty. Maybe it's the alcohol. Maybe it's me moving on. I don't know what it is, but it feels so damn good.

A little bit of misfit dancing
A little bit of jojo dancing
A little bit of thoughts of mine coming out
The mind of this midnight rambler.

My hips and hers start to match with each other. Making a perfect, steady rhythm. My hips grind in and then out with hers so we wouldn't get unbalanced.

I can't wait till these tunes of mine get me out of this local jam
Get up on that big stage now
Show the world just who the heck I am.

Our faces lean in, with her grabbing my hair. Heavy breaths mingle with each other. All I can hear is the thumping of the bass.

Taking back the way we are
'Cause that's just the way we are
I'm crashing through the dark, we're alright
We all got the spark, we all got the spark tonight.

And finally I feel the courage, that can probably only be caused by tonight, to just kiss her. My lips brush against hers and she responds with the same action. I feel buzzing going through my body from the alcohol. We're just kissing in the middle of a popular New York club. I don't really feel any deeper feelings for this girl, but as I said already and probably 100 times, it's just for tonight.

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Have you ever felt infinite? Like you could do anything in the world? With this alcohol just taking over my body, flowing through my veins, I feel boundless. My guilty pleasure is having myself feeling completely numb. Right now, I officially love this night. This is the night where I can finally feel good. I love Santana and everything, but I just need a break. A break from all the pain, sadness, and even happiness. Don't get me wrong, I would sacrifice everything for Santana. But tonight is about me, when I can just worry about myself.

I leave Johanna after she and I kiss, because I have to meet up with Xander like I promised. I make my way towards the bar looking for him. Before though I go to see if Puck is sober enough to leave him by himself. I move my head around to see if I could catch a glance at Puck. And after a few turns of my head, I finally find him dancing with some girls. I cannot lie for an asshole like him, he does have game. Well, I guess he seems perfectly fine, judging by the large grin on his face.

"Hey over here Brittany!" Xander calls over from the bar.

"Hey, you done?" I ask referring to his shift. Hopefully he is, so he and I can follow up on the pact we made an hour ago.

"Yep, I just need to wipe a few counters. Then we both are going to get drinks served by some bartender other than me."

He starts wiping the blue neon countertop of the bar with what it seems like just a white towel. "I've been thinking about some things." My eyebrows arch upward in curiosity. While he's been in a "deep thought", I was making out with a random girl. I feel pretty good surprisingly, but in the back of my intoxicated mind I kinda feel guilty. Like I wasn't supposed to share myself with anyone other than Santana.

I know I shouldn't feel this way, because Santana doesn't even love me. The questions that people might ask if they knew about my affection towards Santana would probably be—Why go through so much pain for someone who is a loss cause? Why love someone who is hopelessly in love with another? Or, why would you risk everything for someone?—and even if all those questions were thrown at me, I would have the same answer for each and every one of them. It's because I love her. It's that simple.

"You know how we are soooo in love with our best friends that we can't even enjoy this epic club?" I nod sadly at the truth. "Well I was thinking that we should do legen—wait for it—dary things tonight. Kind of like a list of things that would be fucking cool."

"First, did you just quote How I Met Your Mother? And second, you mean like a bucket list?"

"The awesome show deserves to be quoted by an awesome dude. And yes, kind of like a bucket list, but we have to finish it tonight. And before we continue making our epic plans, I saw you kissing a hot girl on the dance floor!"

I blush, bringing my head down focusing on my hands on my lap. "Aww look at you!" Xander teases.

"Stop it." I laugh, slapping my hand playfully on his shoulder while he's leaning against the countertop.

After a few more wipes to the countertop, Xander jumps into a seat next to me and grab a bar napkin, which before was currently occupying the seat of my drink and a pen. Then he moves the napkin between us so we both could have a good view on the napkin which I guess is going to be where we write or bucket list on.

"Mmm what should we even put down?" I ask. All night I've been rambling on and on about tonight being a night where I can be carefree. I can just be me. So tonight, Xander and I will finish this bucket list. I know I just met him, but just by how our stories are similar and how we've been through the same things makes me and him understand each other in a unique way that other people probably wouldn't.

"I don't really know. But this list has to be full of things that we alone couldn't possibly think of actually doing."

Thirty minutes pass and we have officially completed this who-gives-a-fuck list. And yes Xander did make the name after a minute in of us writing the list. He said he was tired of calling it the bucket list because he wanted to be unique about it. The list consists of ten crazy, carefree things for us to do. Since Persephone's wedding is two more days. We have approximately 18 hours to complete this list.

"You ready?" Xander asks me, with his voice full of excitement.

"Yep."

"Woo hoo! Then let's go!" Xander runs out of the doors with me following behind him.

2 hours later...

God I'm so nervous. My hands smooth over my thighs. My legs are just shaking with anticipation. My heart is beating way too fast. I can't believe we are about to do this. After we got the supplies we needed to complete the list, we were already starting with the first possible thing we could think of doing. I cannot believe this is happening. I mean one minute I was at a bar just trying to forget about Santana and now I have only 16 more hours to complete this list.

"Are you ready?" Xander asks while walking down the streets of New York with me alongside of him.

"Yeah...I guess," I nervously answer. I think I am ready. I mean like we both said—it's a night to do the craziest things ever that you would never dream of doing if it were by yourself. Maybe it's because of my determination to just forget about Santana. Or maybe because this is me just having fun. Not having to worry about hurting anyone in the end. So yeah, I am going to do all this crazy shit tonight, and technically tomorrow too.

"Come on Brittany, get excited! Get pumped. This is a night where we can do the craziest of the craziest things ever. As Drake would say...YOLO!" Xander yells. He's either really pumped up to do this things, or he's just trying to avoid the fact that his soul mate is getting married tomorrow night.

"So are we really doing this?"

"Yup my friend. And there is no way out of it." Xander replies. We reach the destination of this theater, and Xander opens the door for me, gesturing me to go in first. Well here goes nothing than. Good thing this city never sleeps because this audition wouldn't be happening at 1:00 in the morning. Xander says it is a recurring tradition for this theater.

Right now we both can cross of the number one on this list. Because we are finally about to audition for a small musical. We don't really take it very seriously, because I mean there's no chance that we could actually get a part in the musical. Because first, we're both kind of tipsy and second, Xander and I can't really sing. But it is on the list, so let's get started.

"Next!" The bald man sitting in the front theater seats yell. I guess he's the man directing the auditions then. It is so intimidating to walk up the steps doing whatever the hell I could possibly think of, since I just found out that I'm doing this. I didn't really have time to think of a routine.

"Uh hi...my name is Brittany S. Pierce and I am here to... uh dance?" I'm not sure quite sure if this musical involves dancing or not. The man nods waiting for me to show a routine. I guess I'll do improv then.

Before I start dancing, I realize there isn't any music to improv to. It's kind of hard to make up a dance without a beat. I shrug carelessly, because I'll just have to deal with it. Then I notice that Xander has also realized that I don't have any music to dance too. He took it upon himself and decides to do the one thing I would have never thought of. The bald man's face starts to turn impatient waiting for me to dance. I start to get more nervous than ever before. Then I hear a sudden beat. A beat caused by only Xander himself. He starts to clap his hands and stomp his feet in a smooth beat that he made sure that it's possible for me to dance to. I smile at his actions to help me. Feeling the beat and a quite a buzz of the alcohol consuming me, I start to make a dance using Xander's beat. The bald man seemed quite impressed by Xander's homemade beat.

I don't even care that it's an intense audition anymore. I just started dancing freely to the beat made by clapping and stomping. I can't really pinpoint on how dancing makes me feel. Like I'm cutting all the strings tying me down to the earth. And just for a long moment, I can fly.

I finish the dance with a landing pirouette. The applause begins to start. "Woo yeah Brittany!" Xander yells. The bald man turns around, judging Xander on his unprofessional outburst.

"When I first saw you I thought you were just an amateur. But the moment you did you first move I knew that you have talent," the man compliments. The grin on my face is stretching from ear to ear. Just to hear that someone loves my dancing makes me feel so accomplished, like all the hard work has paid off.

"Alright you're definitely going to see me again," the man says. I walk off stage towards Xander. Once I reach him we grab hands and jump around excitedly. "Yay! Is it your turn or are we just going to cross this off of the list?"

"Girl you are not going to have all the fun. Of course I'm going to do it," he states firmly. "We're in this together."

"Okay, so what are you going to do? Sing or dance?" I ask. I don't really know what he's going to do. I mean, he's never said anything about himself having a passion to sing or to dance.

He walks towards the stairs on the front of the stage where I just previously walked up and down on. He walks to the microphone in the middle of the stage, grips the microphone handle and then the music starts playing. Where the hell did that microphone come from?

All that's known
In history, in science
Overthrown
At school, at home, by blind men

You doubt them
And soon they bark and hound you
Till everything you say is just
Another bad about you

Xander belts out. The soft tone of the music goes so well with his rough, but smooth tone. I am really shocked. We had just made this list two hours before and here he is, prepared and ready to take on anything. While I'm standing with nerve-wracking thoughts flowing through my mind.

All they say
Is 'Trust in what is written'
Wars are made
And somehow that is wisdom

You watch me
Just watch me
I'm calling
I'm calling
And one day all will know

And it's only the beginning.

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