Yeah I know it's a pretty early update, but I had a lot of free time this week, soooo...

anyway, this chapter came to me when I was in school - haha yeah it's pretty kinky but whatever - so I wrote some shizz down and VOILA! Our wonderful chapter.

Thanks so much to all my followers! R&R! Enjoy!

Santana's POV

Brittany was right. When I woke up, a horrible ache settled in on my right eye, where it was swollen, purple, and pissed off.

I groaned and sat up, pulling away from the blonde. "Shit."

I looked in the mirror and gasped. My eye! My face! She was completely right! It was ruined! Coach Sue would be pissed about her head cheerleader's pretty face being ruined! I couldn't go into school until this healed.

I carefully touched it, testing how much it hurt. I hissed in pain and pulled my hand away instantly. Damn, he got me good.

"San?" Brittany was instantly at my side. "You okay?"

I flinched and turned towards her. Her eyes widened.

"I swear to fucking god I'm gonna kill him!" She snarled.

"It's fine, Britt." I touched her arm gently.

"No! It's not! He gave you a fucking black eye! That shit does not fly with me!"

"Brittany, I promise, I'm fine." I looked into her ocean blue eyes. Breathtaking... "I'll be fine."

She relaxed slightly. "You're staying today, right?"

I nodded. "I'm staying until I can hide this thing."

"Good idea..." She looked like she wanted to say more.

"What?" I asked.

She looked down. I put my finger under her chin and forced her to look at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked again.

She bit her lip. "Nothing."

I narrowed my eyes. "Bull shit. 'Fess up."

Brittany sighed. "I-uh... wanted to say... that... if you need help figuring anything out... I'm here."

What? Wait... What? Was she... offering to let me experiment with her? Or... what?

"W-What?" I stammered.

She grinned. "I mean, if you want, I'll totally help relieve some... sexual tension you feel without your mohawk monkey between your legs."

I blushed.

She stood up and offered her hand out to me. "You want breakfast?"

I nodded and took her hand, letting her pull me up into her, where she grabbed my waist.

"I have a feeling your flirting is gonna get worse now that we've got a while to ourselves." I commented.

She grinned with a wink. "You bet."

I rolled my eyes playfully as she led me downstairs.

Inside, however, I was ecstatic.

Brittany's POV

Offering the brunette my services wasn't a bad idea, honestly. Every move she made instantly created a pool of heat in my lower stomach, so telling her I'd totally bang her might set her off, as well. I mean, how could you resist this? Plus, I'm totally sure she'd be amazing in bed. With a body like that, how couldn't you be?

I made her pancakes and bacon and we settled down on the island counter.

"How come you have so much bacon?" I asked. This chick had a whole fridge stocked with it!

Santana laughed. "Oh, because, when Quinn was pregnant, she had this insane craving for bacon, and it sorta stuck after she gave birth."

I took a bite of bacon to settle my nerves when San looked at me.

He gave her a black eye. I'm not gonna let him get away with that. Nobody hurts Santana Lopez and gets away with it! And it didn't hide her beauty that much, it just muffled it on her right side. The rest was still smoking hot. Especially her tits... and ass.

I shook the thoughts from my mind when I felt that oh-so-familiar heat between my legs again. Damn, I really need to get laid, before I explode.

We continued our meal in silence. Until Santana leaned against the counter and the V-Neck tanktop she was wearing exposed her boobs. My eyes immediately wandered there and wouldn't pull away.

I bit my lip hard until blood came out. Ugh. What I wouldn't give for at least one round...

"Eyes are up here, Britt." Santana teased.

I blushed and forced my eyes to look up. "Kinda hard when your tits are the size of watermelons."

She laughed. "You're just mad 'cause you got caught."

"I get caught a lot. If you turn around I'd be willing to get caught again." I winked.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh really?"

"With a fine ass like that, it'd be worth a slap to the face."

"I can slap you in the face?"

Oops. I should watch what I say. "You can slap me... just not in the face."

"Wanky."

I tilted my head to the side. "What?"

She blushed. "Uh... it's this thing I say..."

I stared at her, still confused.

"It means something's like kinky. It's like 'that's what she said'."

"Oh." We put our dishes in the dishwasher.

"So what song will we do for our duet?" Santana asked when we settled down on the couch in her TV room.

"Britney Spears – Hold it Against Me." That song was perfect for grinding. Just the thought of the Latina grinding against me set my lower stomach on fire.

"No." She snorted.

"Why not? It'll be a good show. And it'll feel good."

"Besides, you can't really turn that into a duet."

"I Wanna Dance With Somebody?"

"No."

"Run the World?"

"No."

"Hit Me Baby One More Time?"

"Oh my god, Britt, I don't want to dry-hump in fucking Glee Club!" She groaned.

"Why? I think dry-humping sounds pretty good right now." I flirted.

Her head raised suddenly, and you could practically see the lightbulb go off in her mind. "I got it!"

"You've finally realized that you want some of this?" I gestured with my right hand to my body.

She rolled her eyes. "The Only Exception!"

"That's not a duet."

"It can be."

"But I want a song with a good beat to it..."

She sighed. "Fine, we can figure this out later."

We sat in silence for a few moments.

"Wanna get wasted?" I suggested.

Santana rolled her eyes. "It's not even noon yet."

I sighed impatiently and pouted. "Ugh. Can we get wasted later, then?"

She laughed. "Of course."

Santana's POV

The world was spinning. I held up my promise from earlier, and now Britt and I were dancing along to the bass of some song in the bar room.

We had at least five shots each of vodka – barf – and probably more of tequila, some sort of rum I didn't even know we had, and a lot more. Bottom line – we were hammered.

Brittany could dance. I still couldn't get over how perfect she looked.

She swayed her hips teasingly and beckoned me over with her pointer finger. The liquid courage flowing through my mind pushed me towards her and soon her hips were pushing into my ass, her hands on my stomach, covered by my own hands.

Her lips were close to my ear, and I felt heat shoot through my body as she murmured the lyrics into my ear as a new song came on.

You're not like the others

futuristic lover

I shuddered. This was a dangerous game she was playing. And drunk Santana never says no to playing with somebody. Hell, sober Santana doesn't, either.

I grinned and turned towards her when the chorus came on.

Kiss me, ki-ki-kiss me,

Infect me with your love and

fill me with your poison

Brittany smiled into my shoulder, instantly pleased that I decided to sing. She liked my singing, apparently.

I lowered, swaying my hips side to side, then brought myself back up. Her grip around me tightened.

"Are you a light switch, 'cause you turn me on." Brittany's hot breath tickled my ear and ran along my spine, making me shudder.

"Cheesy, much?" I teased.

"If I could re'rrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together." She was slurring pretty badly.

"Yer hammered, Britt." I giggled.

"I'm not drunk, I'm just intoxicated by you." Her lips brushed against my neck, creating goosebumps all along my body.

More heat pooled below my stomach. I knew she knew this as soon as my breath hitched when her hands lowered to my hips.

"Wanna play house? I c'n be the door 'n you c'n slam me all night long."

I turned around and pushed my thighs between her legs. She wanted to play? Fine, I'd play – and I would not go easy on her.

I sang the lyrics to the new song in her ear.

If I said my heart was beating loud

If we could escape the crowd somehow

If I said I want your body now

Would you hold it against me?

I watched her eyes darken and widen in recognition. She placed her thigh between my legs and soon we were grinding, hard and fast. The song had changed long ago, but we ignored everything but each other.

I moaned softly and stared into the darkened, hooded blue eyes. "Brittany... I-I need..."

Something clicked behind the blonde's eyes, and she stopped her grinding and pulled away. "We can't do anything... yer drunk. You'd regret it..."

The throbbing in my legs informed me I wouldn't regret shit. "No. I won't."

I lunged for her lips but she pulled back. "San, I'm serious. I – we – can't when..."

"I don't care!" I felt tears brimming in my eyes. "I-I need you, Britt-Britt..."

And here come the waterworks. I thought bitterly. Curse me for being such an emotional drunk! I started to sniffle. "I-I've done stuff drunk before!"

Her eyes widened. "Wh-Why're you crying?!"

I grabbed her waist and snuggled into her, waiting for the irritating tears to go away.

When I pulled away we had a few more shots. Body shots, to be specific. After the body shots, we just danced.

Turns out, drunk Brittany turns into a stripper.

"Woo!" Brittany flung her shirt on the ground, dancing to the heavy bass of some Cascada song.

I laughed hard at her pink bra, but she pulled me into her and spun me around, her hips grinding against mine.

How did we end up grinding again?

This time, there was more alcohol in our systems. I grabbed her waist and pulled her very close, whispering in her ear, "I hope 'ya know CPR, 'cause you j'st took m'breath away."

She thrust her thigh between my legs and I did the same to her.

"Yer... so... hot..." She panted I my ear, her hot breath spreading sparks and fire throughout my body, sparks and fire that were now settling right between my legs.

Forgetting any and all boundaries, I kissed her neck, licking at the skin there.

I felt her breath hitch when I grazed my teeth along her collarbone.

"S-San..." Her breathing was harder now. "W-We..."

I moved my kissing to her jaw line and sucked hard, nipping gently at the sensitive skin. She whimpered softly.

"I swear, I won't regret nothin' we do..." I murmured, trailing kisses along her jaw to the corner of her mouth.

I hesitated. I wanted the blonde to close the distance.

And she did. Brittany moved her head towards me and connected our lips. My tongue traced the bottom of her lip, begging silently for entrance. She opened her mouth and I caressed the contours of her mouth gently. She moaned and we deepened the kiss. This was different than the kisses we shared in the halls and parkinglot of school. This wasn't for show, this was pure desire. Her sweet taste and scent – both achingly similar to vanilla cupcakes – filled my senses and drove me wild. I couldn't control myself anymore.

My hands moved to her waist, and I dug my short nails into her skin, emanating another low rumble through the tall girl's lips. Her hands cupped my ass, making me shudder with pleasure.

I hopped up and Brittany grabbed my thighs, allowing me to straddle her as she carried me. We never broke the contact. She dropped me on the leather couch that was conveniently placed in the corner of the bar-room (which was honestly just a club but without the publicity and inside a house) and massaged the skin of my hips.

"Too. Many. Clothes." I breathed.

Britt nodded and started to lift the hem of my top. I sat up, allowing her to pull it off.

I can't believe how long I've actually wanted this, and didn't even know it. The thought of Brittany and me doing this was repulsive two weeks ago, and now, it sent heat running through my legs.

Her hands ran along my sides, dragging her nails along my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps along my tan skin. I was throbbing, and I needed her now.

I bucked my hips into hers, begging to get some sort of friction. She placed a thigh between my legs again and thrust forward. I moved one of my legs, that was wrapped around her hips, to mirror her. Soon we were riding each other as our hands wandered wherever they pleased. Her hands had settled to my breasts, and were kneading them eagerly.

I groaned when she sucked harder than necessary on my spot.

I lowered my hands to my jeans and fumbled with the button. With a snap it came undone and I allowed her to pull them off and toss them on the floor. We did the same with her jeans and soon we were both in our underwear, getting our mack on.

"Ugh, Britt, te necesito, I need you." I begged. "Please."

She chuckled from where she was licking and nipping at my neck. Her hand ran along my stomach, and lingered at the waistband of my panties. I bucked my hips up in anticipation. She kissed my lips as her thumb circled my clit. I moaned loudly.

"Dios mío, Britt... M-More..." I gasped as she entered me with her index finger, pumping in and out. "Oh!"

"Yer so hot when you speak Spanish." Brittany husked in my ear.

I noticed her breathing was heavy like mine, so I dug my nails along her spine.

"I want you to – ugh right there – feel good, too." I dug into the waistband of her panties, but had no clue what to do.

She took her other hand and took mine in it. She guided it along by making small circles on her clit. She moaned.

"San... ugh... s-so good..."

I decided to be bold and I dipped one finger down between her soaking slit.

"Ooh." She groaned, bucking into my hips.

Soon, I was matching her pace with ease, our breaths and moans filling the room.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Britt and I jolted off the couch and onto the hard floor, our cheeks still flushed and our eyes still dark and hooded with arousal.

"Santana!" My mom's voice screamed.

OOHH Cliffhanger, much? :P

But what song do you think Britt and San should sing for a duet? Also, what do you think will happen with Santana's mother and the girls?