Kurt and Tina didn't actually tell anyone else, but Kurt started paying close attention to the cheerleaders' interactions. Now that Brittany had come out to him, he wondered why he hadn't noticed sooner. As much as he'd reprimanded Tina for assuming they were straight because they were girly, he'd thought the same thing. But it was glaringly obvious by the way she looked at Santana that she liked her as more than a friend. It was also obvious, from the way Santana reacted when any boy (other than himself) even talked to Brittany, that she felt the same way. And sometimes he caught her looking at Brittany with a look that he thought could only be described as love. She even got that look sometimes when Brittany said something insane and Brittany-like.

Nobody treated Santana or Brittany differently in Glee club or elsewhere. She wasn't sure if they hadn't believed Kurt, or if the gay boy had actually kept quiet about her and Brittany. Either way, she kept up the charade that they were just friends. She could tell it was starting to really bug Brittany, but she just couldn't handle it.

"Hey San, are we going to go to the party together?" Brittany walked up to her friend at her locker.

"What party?"

"Mike's party. After the game on Friday."

Santana had totally forgotten.

"He lives close to me. You can spend the night after." Brittany said, grinning.

Santana and Brittany arrived at the party fashionably late and headed straight for the alcohol to catch up. They immediately ran into Puck, who had clearly been there for awhile.

"Santannna you look extra hot tonight." He said, checking her out so obviously that he actually moved his head up and down.

"Looking good yourself, Puckerman."

Brittany dropped Santana's hand (they were allowed to hold hands in parties, because girls did that all the time to stay with their friends) and poured herself a very strong drink. She headed back out towards the music.

"Britt-" Santana grabbed her hand.

"Don't. I don't want to watch you make out with Puck. I'm going to dance."

"What's got her panties in a twist?"

"Wow, he really didn't tell everyone."

"Who didn't tell everyone what?"

"Nothing, nevermind."

"So…you wanna make out?"

Santana didn't, not really, but she downed a shot and found herself saying "Sure."

Making out with Puck in the kitchen was only fun for so long, even for him, so soon they headed out to see how the party was going. Unsurprisingly, Brittany was in the middle of a group, dancing up a storm. She was currently grinding up against another Cheerio, both girls with a boy behind them. As Santana watched, she grabbed the other girl and kissed her. Santana felt her blood boil. Kissing girls at parties only lasted briefly – as soon as the boys' cheering started, the girls separated and turned to make out with the boys around them. Brittany caught Santana's eye as she switched partners, but saw that she was still with Puck and she closed her eyes as the boy eagerly slobbered on her face.

"You know, she'd stop that if you asked her to." Tina appeared out of nowhere.

"What?"

"She doesn't care about that boy at all, you know that, right?"

"Why are you even here, gleek?" Santana didn't like bottom-feeders giving her romantic advice.

"Mike invited me. Our families know each other. It's an Asian thing."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She decided that if Brittany was going to make out with random girls, she might as well make out with her. Heck, it was a party, right, they were allowed to do it without looking gay. She made her way over to her friend and grabbed her waist from behind, joining in with her dancing. Brittany glanced over her shoulder with a grin, already knowing who was there. She twisted around, leaning in to kiss Santana. She didn't pull away like usual, and she let her hands roam up the other girl's torso. The boys were whistling, and Santana pulled away before she wanted to, seeing sadness in Brittany's blue eyes. The blonde girl turned away.

"Hey everyone, let's play a game." She yelled.

Santana raised her eyebrows. What on earth was she up to?

"The prize is getting to have sex with me tonight."

"Brittany! What are you doing?" Santana tried to grab her hand.

"How do we play?" a boy yelled, leering.

Santana glowered at him. "You don't, she's drunk and doesn't know what she's saying."

"Yes I do. All you have to do is say in front of everyone that you want me to be your girlfriend." She announced. Santana's eyes narrowed as half the boys in the room started yelling that they wanted to date her. Brittany looked smug.

"Look, San, lots of people are willing to say that they want me to be their girlfriend. Who do you think I should have sex with tonight?"

"Sorry everyone, we have to go talk." Santana said. The males in the room groaned as she pulled Brittany outside.

"It's cold out here. I want to go in."

"Not until you tell me why you are auctioning off your body."

"Why do you care?"

"You KNOW why I care." She crossed her hands over her chest.

"No I don't. You said sex isn't dating."

"It's not."

"So we're not dating. And you shouldn't care if I have sex with someone else. Especially since you are still having sex with Puck."

"Brittany…everyone would be mean to us if we were dating."

"Not everyone. Kurt and Tina were really nice about it. And besides, Graham was willing to give up her family for Megan."

"They were FICTIONAL characters."

"So?"

"So, I'm giving you an ultimate. Tell everyone we're dating, and I'll have sex with you tonight. Or, I will pick one of those boys. Oh, and you have to stop hooking up with Puck, too."

Santana didn't say anything. Finally Brittany turned and walked back in.

"Okay, who wants to have sex with me?" Santana heard her yell.

She wanted to cry. She was terrified of telling all those people how she felt about Brittany, but she really really didn't want her friend to have sex with anyone else. Also, she was getting really cold.

She walked back in, still not sure what she was going to do. Something snapped when she saw a boy pressing Brittany up against a wall, kissing her forcefully. She walked up to them and pulled him off.

"Hey!"

"You are not going to have sex with Brittany tonight, douchebag."

"Why not?"

"Because she's my girlfriend, and nobody gets to have sex with her except me."

Brittany's eyes lit up.

The boy laughed. "Right. What's the real reason?"

But neither girl was paying attention to him. Brittany grabbed Santana and pulled her into a kiss. This time neither pulled away, and it became clear to everyone in the room that that was actually the real reason.

"What the fuck?" Puck's voice drew them out of their makeout haze.

Santana cringed slightly.

"You're a lesbo?" he said as she turned to look at him.

"I don't know, Puck, I just know I like her, okay?"

"Any chance of a threesome?" he asked.

Brittany shook her head forcefully.

"Too bad."

"For you, maybe. We would have rocked your world." Santana said, grabbing Brittany's hand. "Come on Britt, let's go back to your place."