I can't tell you enough how much I appreciate each and every one of you who take the time to read and review my story. It makes me smile, which has been hard to do lately. You guys and this story/these characters are the only things that make me feel better anymore. So thank you again :)

And many of you have been wondering about the affect Brittany's job will have on Santana and their relationship. All I can say is stay tuned. It'll get interesting ;)

Brittany walked back to her mirror on the busy Friday night. She didn't want to work but she didn't have a choice. She noticed something on her table and smiled. It was a beautiful bouquet of roses. She pulled the card off and read it. Have a good day at work. Miss you already. XOXO S. The blonde grabbed her phone from her bag and dialed the brunette's number.

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be at work?" Santana answered the phone.

"You sneaky little. When did you do this?"

"I had them delivered earlier. Do you like them?"

"I love them. They are beautiful. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome."

"Well I should probably go. I have to get ready."

"Do you want to come over after your shift?"

"It's going to be really late."

"I don't mind."

"Ok. I'll call you later."

"Have a good night, beautiful."

"Bye, babe."

Santana ended up having Puck and some other friends over. They all got pretty drunk and as always, Puck and Santana ended up fighting.

"You need to loosen up. You're way too uptight." Puck slurred and bumped into Santana.

"I'm not uptight!" Santana stumbled.

"Yes you are."

"You're an ass." Santana pointed a finger at her drunk friend.

"Hey where's wifey?"

"She's working."

"Call her! I could use a dance."

"What did you say?"

"Bring your whore over here to entertain us."

Everyone stopped and stared at the two friends. Quinn nervously stepped closer to them, knowing things were going to escalate quickly.

"Excuse me?" Santana clenched her fists.

"She's a whore! She takes her clothes off for money!"

Santana heard enough. The alcohol definitely influencing her decisions. She reeled back and punched Puck across the jaw. She moved to hit him again but Quinn grabbed her, pulling her back. "Quinn, get off me right now or I swear to god I'll hit you too."

"You're drunk." Quinn held tighter.

Santana struggled against Quinn but finally relaxed. "Ok. Let me go. I'm good."

Quinn let go of Santana. "Be good."

"Party's over. Everyone get out." Everyone but Quinn and Puck quickly made their exits. "I meant you too."

"Come on, Lopez." Puck playfully punched Santana's shoulder.

"I'm serious." Santana crossed her arms. "You should go."

"What's wrong?"

Santana looked at Quinn. "Please get him out of here."

Quinn nodded. "Let's go, Puck."

"I'm not leaving." Puck crossed his arms over his chest.

Quinn grabbed him by the ear and pulled him to the door. "See you later, Santana."

Santana dropped on the couch and sighed. She hugged a pillow to her chest, trying to sober up.

Brittany was in the middle of her performance when she looked down and saw Puck near the stage. He started throwing money at her. She could tell he was drunk. She tried to ignore him but he grabbed her foot causing her to fall. He was pulling her off the stage when security got to him. They tossed him outside. Brittany ran backstage and put her robe on. The club owner, Mike, walked back.

"I'm leaving." Brittany told him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"What's wrong?" Mike asked, looking concerned.

"Did you not see what just happened to me?"

"It's not the first time that's happened."

"Just please let me go this time. I'll be back for my shift tomorrow night."

"Fine. Don't make a habit of it though."

"I won't. Thank you."

Brittany quickly changed into her street clothes and left. She went to Santana's apartment from memory. She pounded on the door.

"Brittany?" Santana looked confused, opening the door. "What's going on?"

"What the hell?" Brittany walked into the apartment. "What is Puck's problem?"

Santana shut the door and followed the blonde. "What happened?"

"He was just at the club, drunk off his ass. He was throwing money at me then he tried pulling me off stage."

"Are you ok?" Santana reached for the blonde's arm.

"Yeah I'm fine. It scared me a little though. I mean it's happened before but I knew why they did it. And security was always right there. But Puck, tonight, had a different look in his eye. I don't know what it was."

"I'm so sorry." Santana hung her head in guilt. "I think this was my fault. I had some people over and we got pretty drunk. We got in another fight. He said things he shouldn't have so I beat the hell out of him. Then he wouldn't leave and Quinn had to drag him out. He was pretty pissed. I had no idea he would go harass you. I assumed Quinn took him home."

"Why did you fight?"

"We were drunk. He was talking shit. Again. It happens almost every time we drink. We drink. We talk shit. We fight."

"That doesn't sound like a good relationship."

"It's probably not. But it's us." Santana shrugged.

"That's oddly adorable." The pair snuggled close on the couch. Santana had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Brittany picked up on the subtle change. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Santana smiled softly. "Wanna watch a movie?"

"Sure." Brittany nodded, eyeing Santana carefully.

Santana got up and wandered over to her DVDs. A million thoughts ran through her mind. What did she mean? How often do things like that happen? How many guys have their filthy hands on her? The brunette shook the thoughts from her head. She put a movie in and walked back to the couch. As Brittany cuddled close to her, all Santana could think about were the creepy men staring at and touching her girlfriend. Anger grew deep inside of her.