So I would like to dedicate this chapter to Brittana7 who was my first reviewer. I love reviews because then I know if my story is working and that people are reading it! Also, I think lack of reviews put people of reading it… so please review if you read this chapter!

Brittana7, I would have replied to you but I couldn't work out how to… :/

Anyway, you were right to flag up the fact that I was using 'pence' instead of 'cents'. I just didn't think about it – will go edit it now. But if anyone sees anything I need to 'de-Englishfy' for the continuity of my story, do let me know =). I thought I could get away with tuck shops though because I really wanted to do that cute scene!

I've just been researching what years you go into for school in America – for me it was nursery, infants, primary, junior, middle, senior, sixth form and then university. So different, right?

I hope you enjoy the next chapter. They are now thirteen/fourteen years old. I apologise for Santana getting her mack on with anyone other than Brittany – but then she would've known she was gay from day one if she didn't fancy Puck and other boys. Most fanfics I've read skipped from kissing to sex but I've decided to have a chapter in between these stages as for most people there are years in between. For Miss Pillsbury there was a million of them!

Santana Lopez was about to become a Freshman. A Freshman. Freshmaaaannnn. Nope, no matter how she said it, it just didn't sound right. At least she was entering high school though. Everything was about to change.

Santana had already changed already though. In elementary school she always was with Brittany and didn't really care what other people thought of her – she would be rude to them either way. Now she cared. Wow, did she care. It all started when she had her first kiss – not the one with Brittany, she never told anyone about that. It made sense to practice on her best friend but she didn't want people calling her a lesbo. They hadn't kissed since that night anyway. Kissing Puck had been different. It had been in public. It had also been a complete letdown compared to… well, it was just disappointing! He had basically attacked her with his tongue. Not cool. Of course she had said how amazing he was as if she didn't he would probably say she was rubbish too. Such lies.

Either way kissing Puck had been a turning point in her popularity status. Once it was discovered that Emily had lied about having her first kiss, it meant that Santana had been the first out of the class. The girls would flock to her during lunch asking her how it felt, what to do etc. Santana would simply state that it was the easiest thing to do in the world for her. She was that good. She started to kiss Puck on a regular basis and a couple of the other guys. Brittany did the same and her reputation soon caught up. Reputation. That had been the highlight of elementary school – the fact that Santana now had a reputation. She liked the fact that the girls looked up to her and the boys wanted to be with her. And now she had one, she wasn't about to let go of it. She would just have to work extra hard to maintain it now she was about to become a… freshman.

Santana picked her phone up off the bed. No new messages. She threw it back down. Picking it up again, she checked it wasn't on silent. Groaning, she threw it back down. Where was she? She was meant to be here ten minutes ago. Santana had never been known for her patience.

"Thank fuck," Santana thought when there was a knock on her door. She casually walked down the stairs and opened it. Not like she had been waiting or anything…

"Alright?" Santana asked the blonde stood in the doorway. "You took your time."

"Did I?" asked Quinn, walking past Santana and straight up the stairs to her bedroom. Did Santana even invite her up? Either way she followed, locking her bedroom door behind them.

Santana and Quinn were sort of friends now. Well, as friendly as too rivals could be. They had soon learnt that they would be better as a team going into high school. Santana still hadn't forgiven Quinn for kissing Puck just two days after she had though. Totally stole her thunder. But then Quinn had got annoyed when Santana forced Puck to start a rumour that Quinn was no good at kissing. Pucks payment? Kissing Santana whenever he wanted for a week. She had never had such dry lips.

"So what are you wearing tonight?" Santana asked.

Puck was throwing a party at his house to celebrate going into high school. It would be a good send-off from childhood. He said there might even be alcohol. None of them had had alcohol before!

Quinn opened her sleepover bag and took out a pink dress and cardigan. She held it against her body. The flowers round the edges made it look a bit childish to Santana but she wasn't about to point that out – she had just guaranteed that she would be the hottest piece of action at the party.

"Nice," Santana said. She walked to her wardrobe and pulled out a black skin tight dress. Quinn raised her eyebrows and Santana smiled.

"Where's Brittany?" Quinn asked.

"She'll be here soon," Santana said. "Her mum is giving us a lift so she's getting ready at hers."

"We better get started on make-up then," Quinn said. She took out her makeup bag and sat expectantly on the bed. Santana rolled her eyes. Santana Lopez 0, Quinn Fabray 1. Why couldn't Quinn just learn how to apply her own bloody make-up…

An hour later both girls were ready to go out. Santana had only put a light layer of blusher on Quinn's face and eye shadow. It was best if she stayed natural due to how pale she was. It also meant Santana would be even more smoking hot next to her. She finished applying her red lip gloss and smacked her lips together.

"What are your plans for tonight?" Quinn asked. Santana knew exactly what she meant – just because this was their first party with alcohol didn't mean it was their first party ever.

"Puck," she replied. "We'll see how far things go." Quinn's eyes widened making Santana quickly reply, "God no. Not that far. Not yet anyway." Quinn nodded.

"I'm thinking about Finn," she said. "He would be perfect for me."

Santana was about to make rude remark when there was a bang against her window. A stone had just hit it. Santana opened it and Brittany started climbing up. It was her usual way of entering Santana's house. It was the only way if she wanted a sleepover on a school night.

Brittany climbed through the window, dropped her bag and hugged Santana. She was wearing shorts and a long loose top. It was casual but hot. Santana always admired her long legs.

"My mums waiting outside," Brittany said, taking the hair she had caught from Santana out of her mouth.

"You could've used the front door," Quinn pointed out.

"But then how would Santana know it was me?" Brittany asked. "I always use the window."

Santana looked at the small crack in her window. It was before Brittany realised she should only throw small stones. If her parents ever bothered to enter her room and saw it, they'd be furious!

Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and led her out of the room. Quinn followed. They proceeded to Brittany's car where her mum was waiting for them. She gave them a lift to Puck's.

You could hear the music blaring from a couple of blocks away! Puck definitely knew how to take advantage of his parents out of town. Brittany's mum looked a little worried before she dropped them off, telling them not to drink anything and she would pick make sure Mrs Lopez would pick them up at midnight. It only gave them four hours. Heck, Santana ought to get a move on.

They walked through the front door together and looked around. The house was packed. There were people playing 'spin the bottle' in the lounge, others were kissing on the stairs but most people seemed to be congregating in the kitchen. So that's where they chose to go first.

There they found Puck sat on a kitchen surface relishing all the attention. He had two crates of beer and five bottles of vodka by his side. One of the crates was already empty.

"This is all I could hit so you'll have to share," he announced. "As for the vodka, who wants a bottle?" He raised one of the bottles in his hands and everyone starting calling out. Brittany joined the shouting, jumping up and down but Santana stood still and crossed her arms.

"What will you give me for it?" Puck asked.

Santana walked up to him and simply held out her hand. Puck placed the bottle of vodka in it followed quickly by his lips against hers. He held them there for a while before pulling anyway.

"Anyone else?" he asked.

Santana walked out of the room followed by Brittany and Quinn. They sat at the bottom of the stairs. Quinn looked disgustedly at the couple kissing behind them. She tugged on the boy's leg and gestured for them to leave. They did, heading for the lounge. Santana opened the bottle.

"Are you sure we should be drinking?" Quinn asked.

"Stop being so uptight, miss goodytwoshoes," Santana said. She held her head back and chugged a couple of gulps of vodka down her throat. Did alcohol really taste like this? She had tried champagne before, of course, but never spirits. Her throat felt on fire, burning its way into her blood stream. She opened her mouth wide in disgust. Brittany shrugged, took the bottle off her and drank some too. It had the same effect on her.

"It tastes like pipe cleaner," she said.

She was about to pass the bottle to Quinn when Finn walked past. Quinn ran up to him and they went into the lounge together.

"Wuss!" Santana called out, drinking more of the vodka. It may have tasted awful but it would still get her drunk. She didn't know what being drunk would be like but she was eager to find out.

Half a bottle of vodka later and the alcohol was definitely starting to take effect. Santana was on the toilet while Brittany was staring into the bathroom mirror.

"It's as if I'm moving but I'm not," she said. "Or maybe the room's moving."

"It feels great," Santana said, getting off the toilet and fixing her dress. "I feel powerful."

"Want to go dance?" Brittany asked as Santana washed her hands. She nodded and they headed for the lounge, forgetting about the vodka Santana had left by the toilet.

In the lounge Puck was pretending to DJ on his father's record player but all he was doing was scratching the discs.

Santana started dancing to the music. Normally she would be feeling slightly self-conscious, especially with Brittany next to her as that girl could move, but for some reason she didn't care. It was as if the alcohol took that side of her away. The self-conscious side. Now she could finally show off her amazing moves. There were other people dancing too but they quickly dispersed. They definitely owned the dance floor. Brittany danced with her back to Santana who draped her arms over her shoulder. Brittany took hold of her hands and then started grinding against Santana's body. They had never done anything like this before. What was the alcohol doing? Santana felt an ache in between her legs, something she hadn't felt since the first time she kissed Brittany. It got stronger every time Brittany backed herself against her. What did this mean? Brittany must have felt it too as she immediately turned round and stopping the grinding. However, she kept their hands linked and they remained dancing closely. Santana missed the feel of Brittany. She put her arms round Brittany's neck and placed a kiss just below Brittany's ear lobe. Puck definitely seemed to notice them as the scratching during the music stopped. He walked up to them.

"Santana," he said, pulling her away. "Want to go upstairs?" Santana nodded and turned to Brittany. She pointed at the game of spin the bottle nearby and walked away.

Puck led Santana into his room and they sat on the bed. He put his hand on her knee.

"How's the vodka treating you?" he asked.

"Cut the chat," Santana said, pressing her lips against Puck's. They kissed deeply as Puck pushed his tongue into her mouth. He was always so forceful but she kind of liked it. After a minute of this Santana laid down and Puck started kissing on top of her. He left her lips and started sucking hard on her neck. It was quite painful but Santana didn't mind. The throbbing in between her legs returned. It was the first time someone other than Brittany had caused it. Clearly Puck was getting good at this. Puck kissed her lips again and placed his hand on her breast. He squeezed. No one had ever touched Santana like this which made her nervous but this was quickly masked by alcohol and the butterflies in her stomach. But she needed Puck to be more vulnerable than her so she pulled his shirt off. Sliding her arms up and down his back, she moved them to his chest. The patches of growing hair were quite annoying but otherwise his skin was very soft. Puck seemed to take this as a sign to move things further but not daring to take Santana's dress off entirely, he pulled the front of it lower so he could kiss just above her breasts. Eventually he started to slowly slide his hands up her leg, underneath the dress. Santana instantly regretted her choice of clothes – she wanted him to stay on her top half but how could he when she was wearing a dress? She would have to take it off.

Santana immediately sat up, stopping the kissing.

"Wait," she said, pushing Puck off her. She didn't like the feeling of Puck thinking he could get whatever he wanted from her. He was like a hungry lion. Couldn't he give her body a little more respect? Puck sat next to her and unbuttoned his pants.

"What do you think?" he asked. "Want to learn how?" Santana nodded. This was more like it.

Santana stumbled down the stairs and into the bathroom. She was in search for the vodka and quickly found it. She had managed to get Puck off and kept her clothes on. This was definitely a successful night even though she didn't enjoy the act with Puck – there was nothing in it for her. It was boring. Were girls meant to enjoy it? Maybe she should've let him continue on her and have had sex. Her sexual frustration had quickly disappeared while getting Puck off and she had made an excuse about leaving. Not that Puck cared; he had got his.

Santana started to drink the vodka and made her way to the lounge. She couldn't find Quinn anywhere but she quickly found Brittany. The bottle had landed on her and now she was kissing another boy. Santana pushed her way into the circle and sat next to Brittany. Another pair was kissing now.

"Having fun?" Santana asked.

"Yes!" Brittany exclaimed. "I've already kissed four guys and one girl. The girl was Emily though, I hope I wasn't her first kiss!"

Brittany took the bottle and spun it. Of course it stopped, facing Santana. She had only just sat down! Give her a minute.

"You have to kiss Santana!" shouted one of the boys. "It landed on her! You have too!"

"Do you mind?" Brittany asked Santana who shrugged.

"Of course not."

They pressed their lips together and separated. Santana took the bottle and spun it. It landed on Brittany. What are the odds?

"Now you have to use your tongues!" the circle called out.

Suddenly Santana's heart started racing. She hadn't kissed Brittany properly since her twelfth birthday. It had made her ache for her like when they were dancing before. Would the throbbing happen again?

Brittany leaned into Santana who allowed her to kiss her, closing her eyes. She was going to pull away after a few seconds but there was something about how soft Brittany's lips were. Puck's lips always felt a bit big on Santana's but Brittany's were just right and she never forced her tongue into her. She just let their kiss naturally and delicately flow. Brittany placed her hands on Santana's knees and pushed into her lips. She must've been enjoying the kiss. She felt Brittany's tongue run against her bottom lip and she opened her mouth. The throb instantly returned, begging Santana to push harder and harder. She tried to swallow her groan. Santana opened her eyes slightly to see Brittany's top rising up to reveal her toned abs. Santana placed her hands on her exposed hips and kissed Brittany more desperately. Her hands drew circles on the skin – she loved the fact that unlike Puck, Brittany's chest was smooth and not hairy. Such a turn on. As she closed her eyes again and sucked on Brittany's lips, she felt Brittany slowly pull away. She tried to kiss her one last time but it was too late, the contact had been broken so she quickly leaned away from Brittany and returned to the circle.

Wait, what had she just been doing before Brittany? Oh yeah, spin the bottle. She handed the bottle to Emily next to her who stared at her for a couple of seconds before carrying on with the game. How long had they been kissing for? Eyes were still fixed on her and Brittany. She didn't like it. Searching for her vodka she found the bottle empty beside her. She must've knocked it over at some point. The bottom of her dress was wet. She stood up and left the room, walking out of the front door.

She felt the cool breeze hit her face and cool down her cheeks. It was dark outside. What time was it? She sat on the lawn and stroked her fingers through the grass. She heard the front door open and Brittany sat next to her. She entwined her fingers in Santana's hand.

"I'm hungry," she said, looking at the night sky.

"Really?" Santana asked. "I feel sick."

Brittany leant her head on Santana's shoulder and they sat in silence. It was awkward but Santana was tired and they were both ready to leave.

"Where did you go with Puck?" asked Brittany.

"Upstairs," Santana replied. "Did what we had planned."

"How was it?"

"Alright."

"You didn't?"

"No."

"Good," Brittany replied.

Santana lifted her head up and looked at Brittany. The moonlight made her face light up. She missed the throbbing between her legs, the way she had felt. Puck had made her feel that way but she didn't want to have sex with him to get it back. She wasn't ready. Yet. Maybe if she just kissed Brittany again…

Brittany looked at her lips and then back up to her eyes. Was she thinking the same? Santana was about to lean in when she heard talking behind them. Quinn appeared from round the side of the house with Finn. They were holding hands. Great timing. Santana definitely was turned off now.

"We've got to go," Brittany said, releasing Santana's hand. Santana turned to see her mum pulling up. Trust her to be on time tonight. Normally she would forget she had a daughter and be an hour late. But oh no, not tonight. Santana watched Quinn kiss Finn goodnight and walk towards the car.

Later that night Santana was sick. Just once. She felt a lot better afterwards.

"Are you okay?" Brittany nervously asked as Santana climbed into bed in between Brittany and Quinn. Good job she had a double bed.

"Yeah, thanks," Santana said. She felt Brittany rub her stomach underneath the covers.

"See, this is why I didn't have any alcohol," Quinn said. "I didn't want to get drunk."

"Then how do you explain Finn?" Santana said. Brittany giggled.

"Finn will be the perfect boyfriend for me," Quinn explained. "He's sure to do well in high school and become the quarterback. Then I'll be the most popular girl in school."

"I want to be a cheerleader," Brittany said. "They're popular and get to dance all the time! I like dancing." Santana and Quinn agreed – all three of them had hopes of becoming cheerleaders. Quinn turned over and closed her eyes as Brittany switched the light off.

Santana stayed lying flat on her back as Brittany put her head on her chest and went to sleep. Santana put her arm round her and went through the nights events. She had enjoyed kissing Brittany the most. Weird. She closed her eyes. Maybe she should go further with Puck…

I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I've already written the next one - and it's filled with sweet lady kisses :). Puck doesn't even get a look in! Not sure how long to wait before I upload it though... :)