A/N: Well more of a disclaimer...most of this chapter was written before Blame It On The Alcohol aired, any similarity between the episode and what you're about to read is pure coincidence. Enjoy!

Finn snapped the ball as the last three seconds wore down. Puck sprinted down the sideline, narrowly missing a linebacker. Clearing the defense he positioned himself just before the goal line, catching Finn's ball perfectly. Turning, he dramatically dove over the line in a theatrical touchdown. A deafening cheer erupted from the stands, as everyone enveloped the person sitting next to them.

Rachel was looking on from her spot in the blenchers with Santana and Finn's family.

"We won," she exclaimed excitedly to the Latina as Jason kicked the goal for the last three points to seal the win.

"Woo," she said with no enthusiasm. "Go Titans."

Rachel kicked Santana's leg playfully as she lounged in her seat.

"If I knew you were going to be like this for the entire game, I would never have suggested you come along."

"I heard nothing about a game," Santana jested. "All I heard was party."

"Of course that's all you heard," Rachel said turning back to the field to watch Finn be carried away by his teammates into the boys' locker room.

"I'm actually kind of glad we won," Santana stated gaining Rachel's attention again "No way was I going to a pity party."

x

"Chug, Chug, Chug, Chug, Chug."

Santana drained the wine cooler she was drink and slammed it down on the counter. Cheering erupted round the room as she took a bow. Music pumped around Jason's three-story house a few streets away from Rachel's, as the party was in full swing.

They had been at it for close to an hour and everyone was already pretty buzzed by this point. Rachel had been watching from a distance as she was sat down next to Finn on the couch in the large rumpus room adjacent to the kitchen.

Santana really was a hit at parties. It really baffled Rachel as to why the girl didn't have more friends. She was friendly to everyone, but she never seemed to let people past her walls she seemed so determined to keep up, well except her of course. Which baffled her even further. Why her? Yeah, she was the most popular girl in school beside Quinn but Santana just seemed to be on a ledge by herself. That might be what drew Rachel to her so strongly in the first place, she was so different from her arguably perfect life.

But all of this didn't explain why lately her heart has been skipping a beat whenever the other girl gets within a few feet of her. Or just by hearing her voice she automatically felt lighter, happier even. Things that were only meant to happen with Finn.

Speaking of the boyfriend, he was currently rambling away next to her. Rachel turned toward him catching the last of his sentence.

"- gonna round up the Glee and Drama kids and move down to the den."

Rachel nodded absently and let him drag her downstairs with the rest of her friends trailing behind them.

x

"Come on guys," Rachel whined, slightly skeptical. "I Never? What are we, twelve?"

"I Never at twelve?" Santana let out a low whistle causing the shorter brunette to roll her eyes at her friend. "But I have to agree. Truth or Dare, Spin the Bottle. They are all kind of middle school. But why not combine all three," she suggested with a glint in her eye. "Triple the fun."

Everyone in the loosely formed circle shot the Latina confused looks, unsure of what she was getting at. With a heavy sigh Santana gestured to herself, "I've never kissed someone who is older than me by more than ten years."

Everyone looked on slightly bug eyed until Brittany, Jason and Puck brought they're shot to their mouths and downed it in one. With a satisfied smile Santana continued.

"Then I turn to the person on my right, that's you Blaine and they ask," she left the statement open for the boy to finish.

"Truth or Dare?" he questioned, a little unsure.

"Truth," she said with a firm, reassuring nod at Blaine. With a smile he started to get the flow of this new hybrid game Santana just made up.

"Who was your first?"

Rachel noticed a slight hesitance before brown eyes met hers across the circle. Santana looked a bit wary about sharing this information and Rachel had to admit she was a bit nervous to hear who it was. With one last look at the tiny diva, Santana let a small smile creep onto her face before looking away.

"Brittany."

Wolf whistling and catcalls went round the group, Puck and Jason both doing drunken fist pumps. Brittany looked quite pleased with herself, a coy smile spreading across her face. Everyone was laughing with their friends except Rachel. A part of her felt empty, and for the first time in her life she honestly didn't know why. In the few seconds it took for everyone to react she tried to find an answer but was coming up with nothing. She was now more confused than ever about her feelings towards this girl.

"Then you spin," Santana finished, grabbing an empty wine cooler and spinning it in the middle of the make shift circle, successfully disrupting the hanus celebrations of the guys in the group. The tip of the bottle spun several times until it hit Sam, who was sitting next to Blaine to her right.

Rachel watched as Santana leaned over Blaine and laid one on Sam. There was that feeling again, but with a deep breath she pushed it down as Quinn was up next. The head cheerleader racked her brain for a few moments before answering.

"I've never…cheated on someone."

It seemed that all the people in relationships snapped their heads in the direction of their partners waiting for the drinking to begin. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when it was the usual suspects that had to drink including Quinn herself.

Rachel was shocked that Santana didn't drink one of the dozens of shots from the trays in the middle of the group. As close as they were becoming the Diva still had her sparing judgments of Santana. A warm feeling started to fill the space where moments ago she felt empty and lost. Rachel was no stranger to this feeling. She felt it every time she looked at Finn. This was not good.

She had no time to dwell on the feeling as Santana asked Quinn for her choice.

"Truth."

"What's your dirtiest fantasy?" Santana asked in a teasing tone, an evil grin in place.

Quinn rolled her eyes and groaned, but not wanting to back out she stared down Santana before reluctantly answering.

"Mr. Shue in nothing but his vest, backstage after Nationals."

Before anyone could get too rowdy Quinn spun the bottle, landing on a very smug looking Puck. She leaned over Brittany and Rory, meeting his lips in a kiss, which quickly grew heated. Jason started wolf whistling again, receiving a middle finger from a very distracted Puck, successful shutting up the sleazy jock.

"You're up Britt," Quinn announced with a content sigh as she broke the kiss.

"I've never been in love," the blonde said simply in that airy voice that was just so Brittany.

This statement much like the last caused slight panic amongst the taken. Tina, Rachel and Finn all moved to take a shot glass off the closest tray. The Asian girl turned to Artie, who was sitting just outside the circle, and threw her drink back with a grin. Rachel and Finn were both about to drink when Santana reached out and took a tiny glass, downing it quickly, causing the shorter girl to choke on her vodka mid sip.

"You okay babe?" Finn asked, voice full of concern.

"Yep, I'm fine," she assured her boyfriend, trying to get her coughing under control.

But that was a lie. She was far from fine right now. Her stomach was doing weird little flips as Santana refused to remove her gaze from Rachel since she put down her glass.

Santana in love.

Tonight was just full of surprises.

She was broken out of the intense staring contest by Quinn's angelic voice.

"Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," Brittany responded with out a moments thought.

"Give Rory a lap dance."

x

One after another the turn got passed from person to person, until it made full circle. Rachel was pretty sure she could make a very detailed sexual history of the majority of her friends by this time. The game was slowly becoming more elaborate as the standard nudity and public humiliation dares had already been used. The shots were getting low as well, so they decided they would continue the game until they ran out. To everyone's drunken minds this seemed like a great idea, until it came for Rachel's second go round the circle.

"I've never been inappropriate in a public place," she said in her slightly tipsy state. All the Jocks excluding Finn took a shot along with Brittany and Rory, successfully using up the rest of the drinks for the game.

"Oh, look at that. Game over." Rachel moved to get up before Puck grabbed her by the hand and roughly pulled her back down onto her cushion.

"Not so fast, you're only a third of the way done girlie," he slurred. "Truth or Dare?"

Rachel heaved a sigh. She really didn't want to have to finish her turn, the first go was bad enough. Why did she sit next to Noah of all people?

"Dare, no way am I answering another one of your invasive questions Puckerman."

"I dare you to do a shot of Tequila."

A smile broke out on the tiny girl's face. Really that was it. A shot.

"Wow Noah, you've really out done yourself with this one," she teased, placing a limp arm around his shoulder.

"Off Santana."

"What?" Rachel chirped softly, there's no way she heard him correctly.

"Not so cocky now are you."

He was right. The dopey smile had completely faded from her tanned features. This could not be happening. Rachel chanced a nervous glance to Santana who was sporting an oddly neutral face. She wasn't smirking or gloating. She was just simply looking at her friend trying to gauge her reaction to the dare. She must of have seen the hesitation that flickered in Rachel's eyes, because she narrowed her gaze at her and mouthed I dare you.

Rachel didn't get a chance to refuse as the empty bottle was discarded off to the side as Santana moved into the middle on the group, propping herself up on her knees with her feet underneath her. Unknown hands thrust a saltshaker and tequila shot in Rachel's direction, while Blaine passed Santana a slice of lime.

Rachel's heart was beating in her throat and her palms were sweating. She turned to Finn for support but she didn't find it. He was currently glaring at Puck, clearly not pleased with his friend's choice of dare, but he had to go along with it. He knew better than anyone that the status the group of friends held came from many things, and not backing down was one of them. Plus he'd taken part in dares tonight that made Rachel equally as jealous as the situation she now found herself in.

Santana was playfully beckoning Rachel over to her with her index finger, her signature smirk in place. She relented and shuffled into the circle of friends. The taller brunette moved her head to the side giving Rachel access to the tanned skin.

Her breathing became slightly uneven. She couldn't get that close to Santana's neck without being tempted in her state to act on her growing feelings. Or worse, her friend doing what she does best and taking this as an opportunity to give everyone a show.

"Not your neck," Rachel said with a shake of her head, Santana quirked an eyebrow at the forceful statement. "Stomach."

"Whatever turns you on."

There were a few jeers from the group as Santana laid on her back and lift up the hem of her tank top. Rachel instantly regretted her decision as the darker girl's taut abs were put on full display, her mouth going dry.

Suck it up Berry, let's just get this over with.

Rachel edged closer, and with one final calming breath tapped a coin-sized area of salt just above her navel. The group started to cheer words of rather crass encouragement as she mentally prepared herself. She shot one last warning look at Santana, trying to wordless tell her not to try anything in front of her friends.

3…2…1…

Rachel lent down and glided her tongue along the small area of skin, tasting Santana's berry body wash and bitter salt. The other girl squirmed against her mouth causing the stomach muscles to ripple under her touch, leaving Rachel rather light headed. She quickly shot back the burning liquid, and bent down to retrieve the lime that was now in Santana's mouth.

When she lent down she was only inches from her face, bringing back memories of the auditorium and of the last time she was this close to her. Rachel was careful not to touch her lips as she bit down on the lime but couldn't avoid grazing the other girl's nose in the process. The brief contact brought goose bumps to Rachel's arms. She did her best to ignore the way her body was reacting to the close proximity and sucked the lime that was now in her mouth.

Santana propped herself up onto her elbows, the movement bring her closer to Rachel. The Latina's gaze flickered to her lips and back to her eyes. Things were beginning to get intense, both girls forgetting they had an audience. An awkward cough interrupted the tension and Rachel felt a rough hand slip into hers.

"Let's dance," Finn announced loudly to the group as he was met with cheers of agreement.

He pulled Rachel up by the arm and led her up the stairs back into the still raging party, all thoughts of spinning the bottle forgotten. Rachel looked back to see Santana with a dejected expression as she laid still propped up on her elbows, throwing her head back with a heavy sigh. The rest of the Glee Club and Drama kids had made their way up the stairs, skirting around the pair as she hesitated halfway up the steps.

Gnawing on her bottom lip, Rachel had the strongest urge to go back down the few steps and comfort her friend, even though she wasn't entirely sure what she should be comforting her for. But Finn was already being a little distant tonight and she didn't want to provoke him further. So she followed him the rest of the way up the steps, figuring that she would have to talk to Santana about their little moment later anyway.

x

"I don't like the way she looks at you," Finn whispered in Rachel's ear, trying to be heard above the music. They were currently on the make shift dance floor with the rest of the group, Santana nowhere in sight.

"Come on Finn, were just friends," she replied but with not much feeling, her hands round his neck as they danced to the song blaring out of the speakers.

"I think she's got a lot more than just friendship in mind," he said back truthfully.

"Okay that's not fair," she stopped swaying to the heavy dance beat, dropping her hands to her sides. "You know she's like that with everyone, it's just who she is."

Rachel was trying to justify this for herself as well as Finn. She would love to be able to just wish away these newfound feelings. She didn't want to feel them. For one she was a girl, and she was almost certain she wasn't that kind of girl but more importantly she was in love with her boyfriend. But a part of her was starting to think he was questioning that.

"Stop trying to defend her." Finn raised his voice slightly taking a step back. Rachel had never seen him so worked up, his behavior was completely irrational not to mention childish.

"If this is about the dare," Rachel began. "You know I had no choice. You want to be angry at someone, go off at Noah not me."

Things were getting heated, they'd never fought like this in their thirteen months of dating. Rachel wished she could blame it all on the alcohol, but the truth is this had been brewing ever since she blew him off to work on the Biology lab a few weeks ago.

"Whatever," Finn brushed off. "I'm going to get another drink."

And with that he walked off toward the kitchen, Rachel losing sight off him as he disappeared into the crowd.

"Unbelievable," she muttered to herself.

Huffing she turned around to see Blaine dancing with Kurt. She made her way over to them making sure to keep her steps with the beat of the song.

"Hey," Blaine yelled over the music, a little too loudly.

Rachel shot Kurt a look, his expression clearly saying his friend was off his face. They both giggled, falling into a comfortable silence as they danced. It could have been the music or just being with her best friend, but whatever it was, it was helping relieve some of the tension she was feeling towards Finn.

Now she had a breath to think about it, he was only being the concerned boyfriend he has always been. Up until now he had no reason to feel jealous of anyone, and even now he had no reason. Her heart belonged to him. Her body might be having other ideas, but the heart is what mattered to Rachel. There was no use in throwing away what they had on a clouded and confused feeling at best.

When she was with Santana she couldn't think straight, her presence was addictive like the best kind of drug. But whenever she pulled away from the girl, kept her distance, she was able to pass this aching in her chest off easier. When she was around Finn she could keep her feelings in check. Guess the solution was to just keep a safe friendly distance between her and Santana. It would give Finn peace of mind, and it would help to give Santana the hint that all they could be was friends.

It had been a good twenty minutes since Finn had walked off, and Rachel was missing his warm embrace and the safe feeling that came with it. She must have spoke to soon as hands glided down her bare arms and settled around her waist from behind. All Rachel could feel was warmth and safety in those arms.

"I'm sorry, you're right about Santana," she whispered over her shoulder.

"Been talking about me have you."

Rachel went ridged as she felt a much smaller body press against her back. She was now hyperaware of the fact that the hands now grazing her hips were much too small as well. All her inner musings went straight out the window when she found herself this close to Santana again. Rachel tried to control her breathing as they swayed to the music.

She turned to see Kurt retreating after Sam, Blaine in tow. She glanced around the dance floor to find none of her close friends nearby, how convenient. Santana must have noticed her distracted gaze, whispering, "It's just us," hotly into her ear.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Rachel voiced shakily. "If Finn-"

"If Finn what?" Santana breathed innocently. "We're only dancing…aren't we?"

She moved her hands from Rachel's hips, resting them on the sides of her bare legs still moving with the music. A dull ache had begun between her legs as Santana was grinding into her back causing her to stifle a whimper. Finn had never gotten her this turned on before, and Santana wasn't really even doing anything.

Her plaid skirt rode up slightly as short fingernails grazed up her thighs making her knees buckle slightly. Rachel could hear Santana chuckle in her ear, clearly enjoying the way she was making the shorter girl's body react under her touch. Soft lips brushed lightly on Rachel's neck, her eye fluttering closed at the sensation. The air around them was getting way too hot, or maybe that was just Rachel or the excess of alcohol pumping through her system.

"I'm totally turning you on right now, aren't I?" Santana teased, making a show of running her fingers playfully across Rachel's abdomen right below her navel.

"Okay," Rachel drawled, a certain finality in her voice as she slipped out of the embrace. The ache was now becoming unbearable. She needed to find her man and fast.

Without a glance back at Santana she began franticly searching the crowded house for Finn. Why did these houses have to be so damn big, she thought with irritation. She finally found him talking with Mike around the keg on the back landing. She stormed up to him and grabbed him roughly by the arm.

"You. Me. Upstairs."

Finn's eyes went wide, clearly not expecting that when he saw his girlfriend making a B line for him. He didn't argue with her though, he'd kind of been hoping the night would go in this direction before their little tiff. He gave Mike a high five before he got dragged inside.

Rachel reached the upper floor and went to the first empty room she could find. She pushed Finn inside and shut the door behind them.

x

She knew this was wrong on so many levels but she didn't really have a choice, it was either this or go back downstairs and do something she would probably regret tomorrow. She reasoned that this alternative was much easier to forgive.

Finn ran his hands down Rachel's nearly bare back, letting them rest just below her hips. Rachel's were making a similar path only upward to his shirtless chest. This wasn't helping with the ache like she hoped it would. Aggravated she let out a deep growl in the back of her throat against his open mouth. Finn took this as a sign of pleasure and continued to move his hands further down, squeezing bare skin.

Rachel broke the kiss to look down at her boyfriend only to see deep brown eyes and tanned skinned smiling back at her. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest as she jerked away, almost falling off the bed.

No, no, no, no, no…please no.

She pulled her legs in on herself, trying to calm her heart. She did not just imagine her while she was with Finn. She felt sick to her stomach.

"Whoa, are okay babe?" Finn sat up placing a soothing hand on her back, only for Rachel to flinch away. She tried to look anywhere but him. "Rachel? I didn't hurt you did I?"

Now he thought this was his fault. This was so fucked up.

"I'm fine," Rachel assured him in a shaky voice finally meeting his gaze. "You think we could-"

"No, sure," he said quickly, handing Rachel her shirt that was haphazardly thrown on the nightstand. His voice was still laced with concern. He attempted again to comfort his girlfriend, this time with more success.

"Do you want to go back down to the party?"

"Yeah, you go," Rachel encouraged. "I'll be down in a minute."

Finn gave her a kiss on the forehead before departing, knowing full well it was useless to try and persuade her to come down with him.

After the door clicked shut, Rachel curled in on herself as silent tears began to fall.

Another chapter down, I hope it was worth the wait. I'll get into my two fictional characters, Jason and Rory, more as rehearsals for the play start up and everything, so you can get more of a visual of them.