Ooohh this turned out longer than planned, even with the original ending cut out to be put into next chapter..

Sorry for the later update comrades, I've been super busy with assessments at college and obviously Christmas and I caught the Norovirus (fucking dire, that was), and it is now 05:54 on Boxing Day after no sleep (shouldn't have stayed up 'til 7 on Christmas).

But here you go, my lovelies :)

Loving the support this is getting by the way guys! Thanks so much :D

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"Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember? We built this city!"

I thrashed around my spatula and fork, hitting imaginary cymbals and generally acting like a complete tit.

"We built this city on rock an' roll!"

I switched to air guitar as I pranced around my shitty kitchen, absolutely belting out possibly the fucking happiest song in existence.

"We built this city! Bam chuh bam! We built this city on roooock aan' roooll!"

I danced back over to the pan and flipped the perfectly golden brown pancake, shaking my ass as I danced on the spot before flipping it a full back flip straight from the pan to the pile I already had stacked up on a plate next to the stove.

Twirling around, I grabbed the pack of bacon from the counter to my left and dropped several piece in to be fried.

The grin never left my face as the meat hissed and sizzled and I hopped over to my mattress to pick up my phone and tapped in Quinns' number.

"Someone's always playing… corporation games…" I sang as the phone rang a few times.

"Good evening?" She always was so polite.

I grinned. "Q! Getcho ass over here! We're having brenner!"

"Santana, it's eight o'clock, I've already had my dinner."

"I don't care, I've made too many pancakes to eat by myself. You have to help me, or I'll die from obesity." I deadpanned.

"I doubt that, Santana," She sighed. "Just save me some for tomorrow, maybe?"

"Oh, but Quinn… I have bacon… lots and lo-"

"I'm on my way." The phone went dead and I smirked in triumph.

Throwing my phone back onto my mattress, I skipped back over to the stove and checked on the meat, turning it over as I shook my hips to the beat.

I was in an insanely good mood after making the score between Brittany and I even, hence the hilariously gay prancing around my kitchen and the breakfast for dinner. Personally, I would say my licking her crotch earned more points than her jumping me in the bathroom because this little competition demanded an audience and the only person to find me taped to the floor of a toilet cubicle was my best friend, whereas an entire room of students had seen her getting all hot and bothered and covered in cherry red slush.

Oh Hell yeah, ten points to Lopez! Cue Judd Nelson fist pump!

About two minutes later, my front door was thrown open and without saying anything, Quinn power walked straight to the plate full of cooked food and forcefully shoved a slice of bacon into her mouth. The desperate look on her face dissolved into one of pure pleasure as soon as the food touched her tongue and she moaned through her mouthful.

"Hmmppfff… 'Iss is sooo goo'.."

I smiled as I walked over and shut the door after her. "Yeah, sure, help yourself. It's not like I was waiting for you so we could actually eat together or anything."

She paused and her eyes widened. "Oh… sorry."

I looked at her pout and puppy dog eyes and couldn't restrain my laugh.

"It's okay, honey. Just hold your horses and I'll divide up the food, okay?" I giggled.

She gulped down her bacon and sighed.

"You realise you've made enough food to feed our entire family?"

"Yeah well, I haven't eaten today," I shrugged.

"San," She said sternly. "You really should eat more regularly."

"Sue me. Anyway, you must have broken a few laws to get here that fast, even if you have already eaten."

"You have bacon. Sue me." She stuck her tongue out, childishly.

After brenner, Quinn went straight to the sink to do my dishes, as usual. She was that kind of girl, the one that always tidies up after them, always says please and thank you and patiently waits for you to finish speaking before they reply, et cetera.

Saved me from doing it anyway. I'd been putting that off for days.

But I did always end up drying. Just 'cause.

"So how's this thing with Brittany going?" She asked offhandedly, passing me a plate with her wet, soapy hands.

"Good, actually. I'd go as far as to say I'm winning." I smirked.

"Santana, I wish you'd just leave it and try to be friends with her. You might even find you have things in common." She reprimanded.

"Tough shit. She threatened me and my self-respect, so I stood my ground, yeah?" Oh lord, I was switching to Story Mode. "I squared right up to her, right? I looked her right in the eye and I said, get this, I said to her 'Babe, you wanna be the badass? You gotta take out the badass.' and I suavely pointed my thumbs back at myself like this-" I lifted my arms and jerked my thumbs towards my chest. "And I gave her my signature smirk, yeah? She actually cowered away from me! And now-" I spread my arms in a large, grand gesture around me, "I'm winning!"

Quinn just stood there and looked at me for a good few seconds, her face emotionless.

"None of that actually happened, did it?"

My shoulders dropped and I hung my head. "No," I sighed.

After I'd dried and put away the last piece of cutlery, I threw the towel on the counter and grinned as a thought hit me.

"Let's go to Nox tonight."

"What? No, Santana, it's a school night. I have a Psychology test tomorrow."

"Pleeeeease? Just this once, Quinny?" I literally clasped my hands together over my chest and begged.

Jokingly begged, of course.

I didn't beg.

Girls begged me…

You get me?

"Santana, I don't even have a fake ID. I wouldn't be able to get in." She said firmly.

"Fuck!" I scowled. Of course she didn't, she was too pussy to get one.

"Fine, I'll go. Alone… all by my lonesome… without my best friend who should totally go with me because she loves me… All alone…" I held the back of my hand to my forehead and sighed dramatically. "Alo-"

"Alright! I get it! Alone! Jeez, woman, it's not going to make me get an ID tonight. You're just going to have to survive without me."

I pouted, "Fine. I haven't gotten laid in ages anyway."

"You had sex on Sunday." Quinn said flatly.

"Yeah?"

"It's Wednesday."

"And?"

"Never mind," She sighed. "Anyway, I have to go. I'll see y-… actually, I probably won't see you tomorrow." She laughed as she picked her jacket up from my sleeping quarters, the obviously designated coats department.

"Probably not," I shrugged. "But you never know, after all those pancakes, I might not even get tipsy."

"Hah! You'll be lucky! You drink like a pirate!"

I chuckled as I walked her to the door. "Yep, and you drink like a ninja!"

"I think they would have been too disciplined to really drink…"

"Precisely my point!" I cheered.

She laughed and shook her head as she stepped outside.

"See you later, honey."

"Catch you later, smelly." I chirped, waving brightly before shutting the door.

Only to reopen it a second later.

"Cooo-eee! Sailor boy!"

Quinn stopped about half way towards her car and turned back to me. "What?"

"You forgot something!"

"What?" She repeated, growing tired of my games.

SLAP!

"Ya fo'got yo' meat, baby gurl!" I grinned as the piece of bacon I'd lobbed at her face flopped to the concrete at her feet with a somewhat pathetic plop.

Strangely, it was heart-wrenchingly depressing to watch.

I saw her lip twitch with annoyance as she struggled to hold back her scolding words until she eventually settled for just going straight to her car in silence.

I giggled as I watched her start her engine and pull away from the curb, even the car sounded like it had lost all patience for me.

"Holla, holla!" I shouted, waving my thumb and pinky finger in the air like those surfers do before heading back inside.

Now, let's get ready…


Wherever I go, I will always be used to the turning of heads, male and female alike, as I walk by. It's something I've almost come to expect, it's happened that often.

But I never said I don't enjoy it.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I found myself walking across the crowded floor of Nox, the highest standard club between here and Dayton. As usual, the mass of bodies parted for me once they saw me come towards them, but the looks weren't of fear, they were of awe.

Let me tell you about Nox.

If you walk in the door and continue in a straight line, you will reach the long, shiny black bar lit by an entire wall of little LED lights that shined through the different coloured clear bottles, spelling out the words "Nox" and whichever night it was; Mohawk, Tell No One, Tribe, et cetera.

On your right will be a DJ booth, backed by gorgeous and insanely skilled DJs.

On your left will be a large area with an elevated platform that holds big, dark purple, dimpled leather sofas. These are the tables that cost $$$s to reserve. The ones that come with a fancy bottle of champagne complete with ice bucket and streamer-sparkler-type-deal.

The female bartenders are all petite and painfully beautiful, the kind of painfully beautiful that every normal girl dreams of being. They wear matching white tank tops, black skinny jeans, black braces, smart little pumps and winning smiles.

The men behind the bar are all tall, handsome and stylishly groomed. They all look rugged and sexy but in a James Bond kinda way. Their matching white button-down shirts are immaculately tucked into their neatly pressed black dress pants, also kept up with black braces. Some wore black ties, some wore black bowties, one even wore a bowler hat.

Each and every one of them manage to stay this perfect whilst chatting happily with the patrons and simultaneously mixing the perfect cocktail, their winning smiles never faltering.

Downstairs are the kind of bathrooms you'd want in your own house. With mirrors with movie-star-spotlights lining the rims, areas just across from the cubicles with plush red carpets you'd die to dig your toes into and those kind of sofas you see in black and white movies.

And upstairs?

Upstairs is the most elegant dance floor you'll ever see.

The entire room feels huge compared to the ground floor, even with bodies jammed up against each other everywhere. Around the walls are even more of the $$$s sofas and tables and there is another fancy bar with more beautiful bartenders. In the middle of the dance floor there is a circle.

But it isn't the circle on the floor that I love.

It's the lighting above it.

In the ceiling there is a large, round cut-out and instead there are hundreds of amazing lights that come down like icicles that seem to rain colour. Everyone in the room are like moths to a flame underneath, they are so beautiful.

Ever go to a club in town and wonder where all the hot people are hiding?

Yeah, sorry to tell you, but they're all here and they're all wearing their most elegant or most handsome clothes they own.

But I haven't told you the best part yet.

Ooooh, no!

There's only a freakin' saxophone dude!

Yes, that's right, kids. There's a dude that dances about, playing the saxophone all night.

That guy, he completes my life a little bit. Excuse me whilst I wipe away my happy tears of reminiscence.

Wondering why this kinda girl goes to that kinda place?

Everyone likes to feel better about themselves, no?

Everyone likes to feel like they're worth more than being crammed between sweaty, tracksuit clad bodies with their feet stuck to the alcohol covered floor, agree?

Do you sometimes, just sometimes, like to get away from it all and just feel like you're a different person?

Then you have your answer.

I felt someone tickle my palm with their finger tips and grinned goofily when I heard the voice I knew was to come.

"Hey, Santana, it's been a while." Tasha, a bartender I was particularly fond of, breathed next to my ear.

I didn't turn to face her, but I let her take my hand and start leading me towards the bar.

"And who's to blame for that? You always happen to be in your office when I'm here nowadays." I feigned hurt.

"Nobody said you couldn't join me in there."

She winked at me seductively as she stepped behind the barrier and immediately set to work making my usual drink.

Shamelessly, I found myself leaning over the black marble and tilting my head to get a better look at her oh, so perfect ass.

"Don't tell me you're forgetting about me now, are you?" Another angelic voice chastised.

I turned my head to face in front of me, only to find two of the most amazing boobs I'd ever seen in my life, inches from my nose.

"I could never forget about you, Lyssa." I replied smoothly, standing back up to full height.

"Glad to hear it," She purred. "I would hate it if Tasha were to get all of your attention. That just wouldn't be fair now, would it, San?"

"Mmmnuh-uh. Nope. Not fair at all…"

I was staring at her boobs again.

Her delicate giggle floated above the music to my ears and I felt my lips lift up at one side as I continued to openly stare.

Until a hand reached in front of my eyes and snapped its fingers.

"San, your Disaronno & Coke. Don't forget the napkin, you might want to wipe the drool off your chin."

Ugh, I loved it when Tasha was jealous.

"Sorry, babe, I'm insatiable." I purred as I took a sip from the cold glass.

Ever had the fucking God that is Disaronno & Coke? No? Think Dr Pepper but it can get you blissfully drunk.

I smirked as I turned to lean back against the bar, overlooking the rest of the ground floor.

I could still feel the two bartenders gazing at me and I swore I heard one give a mournful sigh.

"Better get back to work, ladies. Those customers aren't going to serve themselves." I suggested casually, taking another sip and eying a group of hot young women sitting on the sofas in the far corner.

"Oh, shit!"

"Yep! See you soon!"

And they scarpered off, just like that, pushing each other out of the way as one went one way and the other went the opposite.

I couldn't help but grin.

Downing my drink, I left it on the bar and made my way to the staircase in the opposite corner to the hot young women. I didn't need to look out for people there either, they continued to make way for me. I felt their eyes glued to me; my tight, short and strapless black dress; my exposed tan legs; my tall black heels; my long, wavy black hair and my smoky, black and silver eyes.

My amazing ass.

See, I still had a reputation here, but it wasn't that bitchy badass that could punch your lights out if you so much as breathed near her.

I quite liked this one though.

The Lady Charmer.

Simple and to the point. Does it leave anyone confused? Unlikely.

After Tasha and Lyssa, I'll leave you to ponder just how many it took to gain that nickname.

I made sure to down a good few shots at the bar upstairs before thinking about the dance floor.

I was a little tipsy.

But I was on top of my game.

After two seconds of being underneath the lights, I already had a girl in front of me, grinding her ass into my crotch as I bit my lip and grabbed her hips.

We danced for the rest of the song before I got bored of her and went for another D&C.

The lights changed as the next song started, a darker and more mysterious vibe overtook the club.

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I'm gonna fight 'em off

A seven nation army couldn't hold me back

They're gonna rip it off

Takin' their time right behind my back

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Under the slow flashing of the now white and purple lights, I found the eyes of the last person I expected to see.

Her.

Her eyes shimmered silver on the opposite side of the floor as she glared at me. Her blonde hair looked paler and her pale skin sparkled (no, not like a gay vampire). Her royal blue dress flowed beautifully around her athletic figure, hanging from her left shoulder and falling just above her knees. She had a large black belt around her waist, accentuating her gentle curves.

She looked…

Beautiful…

Even with the somewhat angry, creepy glare going on.

I had to keep up appearances for her but I didn't want to deal with this here so I laughed and shook my head, tearing my gaze away and back to my drink.

When I'd finished that and decided to dance again, she was nowhere to be seen. I wasn't sure whether I was relieved or disappointed, to be honest. I was a little underwhelmed by the lack of retaliation after earlier in the day.

Until I felt a distinctly feminine, tall and lithe body press up against me from behind.

I almost smiled in relief that she was doing something.

Neither of us said anything, we just danced. As the song progressed…

… Well, so did we.

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Don't wanna hear about it

Every single one's got a story to tell

Every one knows about it

From the Queen of England to the hounds of Hell

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Our bodies swayed and popped and ground in perfect sync, as if we'd had this dance rehearsed a hundred times before.

Her hands which had started off on my hips, travelled the skin of my thighs to the thinly veiled juts of my abs. Her lips hovered, open-mouthed, a millimeter away from the skin of my shoulder, her breathing would oscillate from slow and sensuous to fast, heavy and tempting. Her hips ground into my ass gently then roughly, matching her breathing.

She was intoxicating.

One of my arms was wrapped around her neck, holding her close whilst the hand of the other enveloped one of hers and held her closer. My head had fallen back onto her shoulder and I could feel my hair brush over my skin as it fell away, revealing Brittany's hot breath to my neck and I had to clench my eyes shut and bite my lower lip to keep from moaning into her ear.

For some reason, I felt I couldn't give her that satisfaction.

When I was giving her the satisfaction of having her hands and almost her lips all over me.

Why? Because fuck logic, that's why.

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And if I catch it coming back my way

I'm gonna serve it to you

And that ain't what you want to hear

But that's what I'll do

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Her lips finally skimmed my shoulder and there was no way I could stop the high pitch hum I emitted.

They paused when she heard that but this time she didn't tease.

She lightly ran her lips upwards, trailing towards the nape of my neck.

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And the feeling coming from my bones

Says find a home

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As the beat shifted and the music became more intense, so did she.

She pressed down hard as she dragged her lips over my skin, occasionally nipping or licking.

My fingers tightened in her hair as I gasped in a breath and whimpered.

Her right hand slipped lower until it was no longer on my stomach.

She nudged my head to the side silently with her nose to gain better access as she trailed her kisses yet higher.

Her hand landed just inside my right thigh and slowly she pulled that leg slightly apart from the other one.

Her left hand came up and caressed my cheek that she couldn't reach and she slowly tilted my face towards her, nipping up my jaw line.

I was pretty sure my heart would be on the floor and not in my chest in a minute.

Her right hand started gliding back up, between my legs until she was so close to my core that I was positive she could feel the heat that was ashamedly all for her.

Her lips finally reached the corner of my mouth and paused there, placing feather light touches just there.

I shivered with anticipation and I knew she could feel it, she could feel my arousal, she could feel my need. She knew exactly what she was doing.

And I was completely under her spell.

Until I felt an annoyingly muscular, bulky figure dance up on me with their huge hands holding onto my waist.

Simultaneously, Brittany and I groaned. Her in exasperation…

… Me in shameful desperation.

I reached up and tried to push the man away but while I may be strong, he was wasted and built like a brick shit-house. I was useless.

"Hey dude! Back the fuck off!" Brittany growled.

I blinked at hearing her for the first time that night, surprised.

The dude didn't back off, in fact, he seemed to hold on tighter.

"Oi! Fuck off!" I tried kicking him harder in the shin but it didn't seem to do much good and from this angle I couldn't reach his balls.

"Fuck sake," I heard Brittany grunt.

"Would you just-"

PUNCH!

"Fuck off!"

Her fist collided with his face sharply, which made me wince like I don't know what.

The impact was so loud, I'm sure most people in a six foot radius heard the sound of the man's cheekbone caving over the end of the song.

Brittany looked terrifying. I'd never seen her look so pissed off. Even as she shook out her obviously painful fist, her face never changed.

The big fella kinda teetered about for a few seconds before ultimately falling flat on his face, out cold.

K.O.! FATALITY!

People started talking and their voices got louder. I watched as Simon and Gavin, two of the bouncers, came charging over to kick out any trouble makers.

And bolted.

I ran out of their line of sight and dodged, ducked, dipped, dived and dodged my way through the crowd until I reached the stairs.

Pfft, yeah, I remember the five Ds of dodgeball! Did you?

This time, people didn't have time to make room for me and I had to shove a lot of them out of my way.

I just had to get out of there.

Sure, I was running from Si and Gav, because I didn't want them to think badly of me (they were kinda friends, I guess).

But mainly I was running from Brittany.

I managed to push my way outside into the cold night air and took a deep breath in. The sudden fresh air froze my lungs but I was just thankful to be out of there.

Fucking hell.


The Glitch Mob: 'Seven Nation Army Remix' was the song guys :D If you haven't heard it before, I seeeeriously recommend that :D

Also, Nox is actually a real club, my sister's a bar supervisor there! So if any of you wanted a better idea of what it looks like, go on youtube and type in "Ricky Gibb". He's a Scottish video artist who films the promos for Nox :) If you watch the Tell No One Launch Party video, the bartender with tattoos that lights the sparkler and kisses the dude's cheek is my sister XD

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