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Brittany's POV

"Ahem." I cleared my throat awkwardly. Once Tina dropped me off at my house I walked into the kitchen and found Quinn and Sam… standing a little too close. I felt awkward seeing them like that. After I made my presence known they flew away from each other like they'd both been on fire.

"Brittany? H-how long have you been standing there?" Quinn spoke first.

"I just got in." I sat my things on the counter and pulled out one of the stools that were surrounding the kitchen island. "What are you guys doing?"

"Nothing." Sam was quick to say. I narrowed my eyes at him and folded my arms.

"Sure didn't look like nothing."

"Britt, just leave it. We weren't doing anything." Quinn said sternly, and I put up my hands in surrender.

"Alright, if you say you weren't doing anything, then fine. I'll leave it… but, I would like to talk to Sam." His eyes widened a little and his jaw tensed.

"What do you need to talk to me about?"

"Well, I'd really like to talk to you… alone." I gave Quinn a pointed look, but she wasn't taking the hint. Either that or she wasn't willing to leave. "Uh, Quinn, could you excuse us?"

"No." She said. "Since when do you keep secrets from me?"

"What? There aren't any secrets. I just want to talk to Sam alone. Is that a crime?" Jeez, what's her problem?

"Quinn, just go upstairs, I'm sure it won't take long." Sam told her. She gave him a cautious look, and then looked at me. I smiled and waved, hoping she would finally leave. She rolled her eyes and did a small pivot disappearing up the stairs.

"So," He said leaning against the countertop. "What is it that you want to talk to me about?"

"Sam, what's gotten into you lately? Why were you being so mean to Santana?"

He tilted his head back and let out a sigh. "So, that's what this is about… Santana." He said dragging out her name.

"Yea, what's your deal?"

"I don't have a deal." He said dismissing the subject.

I furrowed my eyebrows and scoffed at him. "You obviously have a problem with her. So spill."

"I told you. I don't have a problem."

"Obviously, you do."

"No, I don't."

I let out a sigh, and began to massage my temples. Why is he being so difficult? "Look, if you insist on saying that you don't have a problem with her, then fine. But, you can't keep being unfair to her. She's done nothing to you. So, whatever your problem is with her, you're just going to have to suck it up."

I twisted around on the stool and hopped off. I was headed towards the stairs when I felt a strong hand being placed on my shoulder. I turned around and was met with soft brown eyes staring back at me. He smiled a little and gave my shoulder a light squeeze. "I just… worry about you. I've known you and Quinn since elementary school. You're like my little sister. I know I'm probably being way overprotective, but I just don't want you to get hurt. She's lied once, she'll do it again."

I let out a sigh and smiled up at him. "Sam, she made a mistake, everybody makes mistakes. I know you just want to protect me, but I'm a big girl now. Besides Santana and I are just friends… She won't hurt me."

He let out a little laugh and shook his head from left to right. "Yea… just friends, right. I keep forgetting about that part."

I tried to hide my smile, but I failed completely. "Yea, I think everybody does."

Sam lifted his eyebrows as if he were shocked. "I wonder why?"

"Me too." I shrugged. "But, listen, you do owe her an apology young man."

"Yea, yea I know… I guess the next time I see her, I'll get that done."

"Well, actually we're all going out tonight… You can apologize then." He nodded. I stepped away from him and called Quinn from upstairs. She came rushing down faster than I expected and was looking between Sam and me as if we'd done something wrong. I shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. "Hey, do you want to go out tonight?"

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Santana's POV

The music in the club was insanely loud, like really loud. I couldn't even hear Rachel talking to me even though she was literally screaming into my ear. There were people everywhere, and normally I would never come to a place like this. I prefer something more… quiet, but the fact that Brittany was coming was enough to get me to come.

Rachel was leading me through the thick crowd to the back so that we could find a table big enough for everyone to have a seat. I was being bumped into and we nearly lost each other so, she grabbed my hand sped up.

Once we found a table Rachel ordered us some drinks while I just sat, and bobbed my head to the music.

"So, are you ready to see Brittany?" She yelled from across the table.

I just kept bobbing my head back and forth because it looked like I was silently saying yes to answer her question. We didn't really talk much while we waited. However, we did drink a lot. I lost count of how many shots I had after the sixth one. So, by the time everyone else arrived I was borderline drunk… or as I like to say, I was at the maximum level of being tipsy.

"Hey!" Puck came and sat right beside me. "Looks like you two have already gotten the party started without us." I felt laughter bubbling in the pit of my stomach, for no reason. Maybe I am already drunk.

"You guys were taking foreverrr." Rachel slurred. "Hey, let's dance! I want to dance!" She hopped up from the booth she was sitting in and grabbed Tina by the arm and pulled her away. I took a moment to look around. Puck was beside me, Quinn and Sam were sitting across from us and Brittany… I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"Where'sss Britt?"

"Boo!" My eyes widened before I turned around to see Brittany standing behind me with a small smirk on her face. I let out a high pitch squeal and began to laugh.

"There you are."

"Here I am." She said as she made her way around the table and slid in to sit beside Puck. "Looks like the party started without us."

"That's what I said." Puck stared at all the empty glasses on the table.

"Looks like we're going to have to play catch up." Quinn hopped up from side of the booth and turned to face us. "What would you all like?"

"You know what? I think I'd rather go find Tina and Rachel, I want to dance." Puck said.

"Oh, oh! Me too!" Brittany squealed. I don't know, what the hell was going on with me, but I felt happy. Too happy. I watched as everyone got up and left the table leaving me and Sam by ourselves. I blinked a few times… Why did they leave me here with him?

Brittany didn't even invite me to dance with her. I pushed my back into the cushion of the seat and folded my arms.

"Hey, why the long face?" Sam nudged my arm. See, and this is how I knew I was drunk, because Sam is being nice to me. Earlier today I could've sworn he hated me.

"W-what? Are you talking to me?" I looked around the table confused.

"Who else would I be talking to?" He laughed.

"I don't know… I just figured…" I trailed off and shrugged my shoulders scanning through the dancing bodies for Brittany. I didn't want to be with Sam alone.

"Look, I'm sorry about earlier." I took a sip of my drink and shrugged.

"S'ok." I was searching through the crowd again. My eyes scanned from left to right until… There she is. A huge smile spread across my face and I sat my cup back down.

"No, it's not okay. I was wrong, and I'm sorry."

"You were wrong." I agreed, and I'd have never said that if I hadn't been drinking. "But, I accept your apology. So stop apologizing."

"I just want to protect her." The sincerity in his voice caught my attention, and made me turn my head to meet his eyes. It was kind of sobering… kind of. "She means a lot to me…" he was looking out into the crowd now, and I didn't have to follow his line of vision to know that he was watching Brittany dance. "Just don't lie to her again."

I felt my heart sink as a certain thought crossed through my mind. I sat up a little straighter. "D-do you l-like her?" I bit my bottom lip, already knowing his answer.

He didn't say anything right away, he just kept staring at her. I felt my heart sink a little further. What if he does like her? But then he slowly shifted his vision to somewhere else on the dance floor. I turned a little in my seat to see that he was staring at Puck and Quinn laughing and dancing on the dance floor.

"Brittany isn't the one I like." He finally said.

And then it clicked. My eyes bulged and my mouth fell open. I yanked my body back around so fast that I had to take a moment to be still because the room started spinning. "Oh my god! You like Puck?"

A wave of disgust washed across his face as he looked at me oddly. "What? No! God no! Quinn. It's Quinn that I want. You've really have had one too many." I don't know why, but I found that extremely funny, maybe it was the look on his face, or maybe it was because my guess was way off, or maybe it was because he doesn't like Brittany… or maybe-

Fuck it. "I want to go dance with Brittany." I scooted out of the booth, but before I was completely out, Sam stopped me.

"Y-you can't tell anyone."

I zipped my lips with my imaginary zipper, locked it and threw the key away. "Your secret is safe with me."

He let one side of his mouth turn up into a smile, and nodded. "You're alright, Santana."

"Psh. I'm better than alright." I said as I locked my eyes on my target, and sauntered over to her.

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Brittany's POV

I was literally having the most fun I'd had in a long time. Tina, Rachel and I were all out in the middle of the dance floor dancing while everyone else around us tried to join.

I'd left without bringing Santana with me in hopes that she and Sam could squash their differences, and he could apologize in private. I swiftly turned around to get a peek at our table, and was a little disappointed to see that Sam was just sitting there by himself.

I immediately stopped dancing feeling dread wash over me. What if he was rude to her again and she left? I started walking toward the table to see how everything went, when I felt two small hands grab me by the waist from behind. I froze as the body connected to those hand pulled me flush up against their front.

I knew it was her. I knew it was Santana. I also knew that I should pull away… but my body wasn't listening to my brain. So I just stood there frozen. Never had we ever been this close before, and honestly it felt strangely good.

She brought one hand up and slid my hair to the side so that she could whisper in my ear. "You look so beautiful tonight, gorgeous, delicious even." I gulped as I began to feel a stirring in the pit of my stomach. "Mmm, I could just eat you up."

I felt my cheeks heating, and a strong sense of arousal making its presence known. I quickly moved forward away from her and spun around, probably looking more flustered than ever.

She folded her arms and let her lips form into a pout.

"Just, how many drinks have you had?" I looked at her suspiciously.

She smiled and moved closer to me. "I don't know two, three maybe four or five. I'm not sure." She pulled me closer to her by my waist again and I instantly felt weak. It's like I wanted to push her away and tell her to stop, but I was enjoying it too much. "Just dance with me." She let me go and began moving her body, and I followed in her lead.

It felt odd because usually I take the lead in dancing, but I let her lead. Even in her drunken state she seemed to be a good dancer. We had a small space between us and we were both sort of lost in the music. She was having fun I could tell, and I was having fun. It kind of felt like we were in our own little world.

Somewhere in the transitions of songs, though, the mood shifted. Santana grabbed me pulling me close, and I didn't stop her. I should have, but I didn't. Now her hands were travelling up and down my body as we danced. I can't lie and say that it wasn't turning me on, because it was.

She was looking at me like no one had ever looked at me before. I felt weird, but not a bad weird it was a good weird.

Then all of a sudden she brought one of her hands up behind my head, and slowly began to lean forward, pulling me in gently towards her. My eyes widened and I quickly shuffled out of her grasp. I panicked. I watched as she stood there frozen in her spot. She looked confused. So, I stepped closer to her, but she backed away and gave me a look that I couldn't quite decipher. I felt my stomach twist into a knot.

"Santana, I didn't mean to-… You're just drunk and…" I couldn't find the right words, and maybe it's because I didn't know what I wanted to say. I think I wanted to apologize. It's crazy, I felt drunk, because I couldn't really think straight, but I hadn't had anything to drink.

"I'm going to go find… the others." She shrugged me off and did a small turn before leaving me there a little stunned.

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Santana's POV

"I knew deep down you wanted me." I sat beside puck at the bar. "You had me fooled earlier. I actually thought you were choosing Brittany over me… but that's just crazy. There's no competition, right? I win all every time." He said taking a sip of his drink.

I know that if I hadn't have been intoxicated then I probably would be somewhere crying, but it's a good thing I wasn't sober, because I didn't even feel like crying. I just felt like dancing… and laughing, and Puck was good at making me laugh so far. "Yea, no competition." I falsely agreed.

The biggest smile spread across his face. "For that, you just earned yourself a free drink."

"Score." I did a little wiggle in my seat as Puck called over the bartender.

"What would you like?"

"I want bourbon and coke." I said with a nod. I felt like tonight was the luckiest unlucky night ever. Even though Brittany sidestepped my kiss… I get a free drink so everything's not all bad in the world.

"Coming right up." The bartender turned and began to make my drink.

"So, when are you going to take my number?" Puck asked as he reached into his pocket and grabbed the little white piece of paper from before.

I laughed and shook my head. "I already told you…"

"Yea, but that doesn't mean you and I can't hang out." He said wriggling his eyebrows. I burst out into another fit of laughter.

"I like you Puck, you're funny."

"See, I'm a funny guy."

"You are…" The bartender placed my drink in front of my and Puck paid for it. I took a big gulp or it and began nodding my head. "Okay."

"Okay?" Puck questioned.

"Yea, okay… Give me your hand." He looked at me weirdly before placing his hand in mine. I turned it right side up so that his palm was facing upward. "Excuse me sir, may I borrow a pen?" I asked the bartender.

He nodded and took a pen from out of his shirt pocket and handed it to me.

"Santana, what are you doing."

I brought my index finger up to my mouth and shushed him. "Just let me do my work." I scribbled away and once I was done, I handed the pen back while Puck read what I wrote.

"Not a chance in hell." He mumbled and then scratched his head looking at me confusedly. "What is this supposed to mean."

I downed the rest of my drink and flashed him a smile. "It's simple… there's not a chance in hell that you could ever get with me." He stared at me for a moment, before a small smile spread across his face.

"Playing hard to get, I see, looks like I'll have to bring out the big guns." He said as he began to flex his muscles. "Alright, what about now? Is there a chance now?" I tried to keep a straight face but I couldn't.

"Nope. Still not a chance."

"Aw, come on, all the girls fall for that one."

"All the straight girls fall for that one. You'll have to come a little harder if you want to impress me." I said with a smirk.

"So what if I got a sex change?" He said almost laughing halfway through his sentence.

I eyed him up and down first before shaking my head. "Eh… I like blondes, one blonde in particular actually."

"Yea, well if you like her so much then how come you're over here with me, and not with her?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. I lost her on the dance floor." I didn't want to talk about what really happened.

"Well, go find her!" Puck encouraged.

"Nah, I don't really feel like dancing anymore."

"Oh, okay… Well do you want to head back to the table?" He asked throwing a thumb over his shoulder.

"Yea." I hopped down from the chair and nearly fell when my feet hit the floor. No, actually I would have fallen if it weren't for Puck catching me. Now, I really was beginning to think that I had one too many drinks.

"Alright, no more bourbon and coke for you." Puck said as he continued to help me regain my balance.

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Brittany's POV

I don't know how long I stood there frozen in my spot. I watched Santana's figure disappear, and I wanted to chase after her. But, honestly what would I say? I don't know. I rubbed my forehead. All of a sudden the music just seemed too loud for me.

I wasn't brought back down to reality until I felt another body bump up against me. I turned and saw it was just some random person, who was probably drunk, trying to dance with me. I scoffed and began walking through the people trying to find Santana.

I'm not really sure how much time I spent looking for her, but I never saw her. I was growing tired of looking. So, I decided I'd just head back to the table, maybe she's there. Just as I was turning around the sight of Puck standing at the bar, holding someone caught my attention. I pushed through the crowd to get a better look.

A small gasp escaped my mouth. H-he was holding Santana… I bit down on the inside of my jaw and balled my fists. I'm not even sure why the sight pissed me off so bad. I never get mad, but I wasn't only pissed I was a little… hurt? I don't even know why I felt like this. First and foremost Santana is a lesbian, she doesn't like guys. So, why does it even matter?

I shook my head and turned around. I didn't feel like being here anymore. I just wanted to go home, take a shower, and cuddle with Lord Tubbington in bed.

I made my way back through the crowd. I was just going to go back to the table to get my keys so that I could go. Once I made my way back, everyone else was already there.

"Baby sister!" Quinn squealed, and ran over to me giving me a hug. Yea, she's drunk. "I missed you soooo much! I haven't seen you in forever."

I lightly pushed her away from me, not really feeling like entertaining her and her drunken behavior right now. I just wanted to go home. "Go away, Quinn, you're drunk." Rachel looked to be equally as drunk while Tina and Sam probably hadn't had any alcohol. We were always the designated drivers.

"I'm going to head out." I said searching for my purse. "I'm really… tired all of a sudden." I grabbed my things and stood straight up.

"I think we're all going to head out, actually." Tina said. "Have you seen Puck or Santana? They've both seemed to have disappeared."

I gritted my teeth together, and nodded my head. "Yea… they're at the-"

"Here we are!" I heard Santana come up from behind me giggling and laughing.

"We can go now." Rachel said from across the table. "Finally."

We all made our way outside and everyone dispersed to our three cars. Sam was only driving Quinn back because he only had a two-seater car. Tina was taking Puck and Rachel… and Santana insisted on riding with me, to my dismay, but she refused to ride with anyone else.

She was having a hard time walking to my car, stumbling with every step. So I wrapped my arm around her waist and let her use me as a crutch.

"Oh, I like it when you hold me like this."

I rolled my eyes. "Yea, I bet you like it when other people hold you like this as well." I mumbled under my breath.

"W-what?"

I shook my head and pressed the unlock button on my keypad when I saw my car. "Nothing."

I opened the back door and helped her get adjusted because she wanted to lie down, so I helped her take off her shoes and let her use my jacket as a pillow.

The drive back to her house was quiet, I didn't even have the radio on, but that was because I thought Santana was sleeping. I didn't want to wake her if she was.

"Sam apologized to me." I heard Santana say. I guess she's not sleeping. "Did you have anything to do with that?"

I kept my attention focused on the road. "Maybe."

There was a pause in the conversation. We pulled up to a red light and I took a glance back at her, to make sure she was okay. She smiled and waved and I gave her the best smile I could in that moment. I was still upset about what I saw at the bar.

I refocused my attention back on the road when the light turned green.

"I think your friend, Puck, likes me." I gripped the stirring wheel a little tighter and tried to concentrate on the road rather than what Santana was saying. "He keeps, trying to give me his number… But I keep telling him that I want you." I loosened my grip and relaxed a little. I could feel my anger subside a little. "Britt?" Came her soft voice. She sounded fragile, small, and unsure. It caught my attention and I met her eyes through my rearview mirror.

"Yes?"

"Why don't you want me?" I wasn't expecting her to say that. "I want you… I just don't understand why you don't like me too." I was shocked that she was even asking questions like that. She caught me off guard. "Am I not pretty enough?" She sat up in the backseat. "Is that why?"

I swallowed a lump in my throat, and shook my head. My hands were growing clammy and I could hear my heart beating in my ears. "No, Santana you're beautiful." I said in a small voice.

"Then what is it?" She was pleading for answer that I just couldn't give her. When she didn't receive an answer she laid back down and let out a huff.

She didn't say anything else to me after that, but I think a part of that had to do with the fact that she ended up falling asleep for the rest of the trip.

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Santana's POV

"Hey, Santana wake up." I felt someone lightly shaking my body. I pried my eyes open and waited for my vision to come into focus. But, it never fully did. I felt dizzy and I didn't know where I was.

"W-where am I?"

I hear the person giggle and I immediately knew it was Brittany. "You're home… well we're in your driveway. Come on get up so I can get you inside."

I obliged and stumbled out of the car. It's a good thing Brittany was there to help me keep my balance because if she weren't there then I'm pretty sure I would've kissed the cement.

We walked up to my door, and she'd already gotten my keys from my bag. She struggled with trying to keep me standing upright and trying to find the right key to unlock the door. I would've told her which one it was, but let's face it, I was too drunk to even see straight.

After a few more minutes of her struggling she finally managed to find the right key and I was able to give her directions to my room. She helped me get changed into some sleeping clothes and tucked me into bed.

She was going to leave, she'd said goodnight and everything, but I didn't want her to go. "Stay?" I mumbled.

She froze and looked from me to my room door with a conflicted look. I held up my covers with one arm welcoming her in before she even gave me an answer.

"I don't know… I think I'll just head-"

"No." I struggled to sit upright. "Please stay… please?" I didn't care if I was begging, I wanted her to stay. "You can even borrow a pair of my pajamas. I have a lot of them." I flung the covers off of me and tried to stand, but I met the floor in a failed attempt to do so.

She immediately rushed to my side to help me up. "Santana, you're still really drunk. You can't try to stand right now." I hated being this way. This is why I didn't drink very often. I don't like the feeling of not having control over my own body.

"Okay… but will you stay?" she helped me back onto my bed, and looked at me once more.

"Okay." She said softly.

"Okay?" I smiled up at her.

"I'll stay." I wanted to thrash around on my bed like an idiot, but I held my composure because I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of her.

She walked over to my dresser and pulled out some sleeping clothes and took them into my bathroom to get changed.

She came out not long after she went in and I held the covers up just as I did before. She crawled in next to me and said a quick goodnight before turning away from me. I scooted over closer to her and wrapped my arm around her. So, now, we were in the spoon position.

I felt her tense once again, and I pulled her a little closer to me. "You always tense up when I touch you… You should relax it's not like I'm going to bite you anything." She took in a deep breath and let it out. I felt her body loosen up and sink further into me. "Well, not unless you want me to."

She let out a small gasp and I let a smirk spread across my face. "Good night." I say sweetly.

Because people felt so strongly about "Bram" in this story (even though this is a Brittana story and Bram never existed in this fic) I just went ahead and nipped that in the bud. Until next time, lovely people!