A/N: Okay people. We've made it to chapter 10!

Things are about to get very interesting in this story so please, bear with me for a bit.

I don't intend to drag this out but, who knows... Please continue to read and review so I know I haven't lost any of you along the way. Hahaha.

As usual, I don't own Glee or any of the characters. I just have a seriously overactive imagination and a ridiculously long memory.

Alright, enough of my yammering... Here's Chapter 10

After brushing my teeth and trying to come up with words to tell Rachel so I don't spend the rest of the afternoon listening to her lecture me locking my door and telling people ahead of time when I need 'personal time'... like she has ANY say in what I do in my OWN HOUSE.

Yeah. That conversation is gonna be fun.

I COULD just shame her into keeping her abnormally large mouth shut by telling her that I received her little sex tape instead of Quinn but, I DEFINITELY don't wanna have to explain why I didn't immediately say anything to her about it when I first got it.

Well... Maybe I'll just ignore everything that comes out of her mouth and just focus on what to say to 'C' in response to her wanky home video.

Speaking of the devil, my phone buzzes to let me know I have another message so I head over to my bed and pick it up to check who sent it.

Puck: Hey lesbro, got ur drank. Shud I stop by now or l8ter?

Oh yeah... kinda forgot about that.

I asked Puck to get alcohol for the weekend.

Santana: You might as well drop by now and gives me my drinks. Q and the Hobbit are already here so you can chill for a bit if you'd like too. Don't be an ass and invite any of the other rejects from Glee. I can only handle so much crazy in my living room at one time.

Puck: Aww. Cum on, hot mama. U know u can trust me. I'll b there soon.

I grimace at Puck's last text cause, eww then head out of my room and downstairs to inform the other two that we'd be getting our drank on shortly.

Well, I WAS gonna say something those two but, as I started to turn the corner from my hall into the living room, I could hear the distinct sound of lips smacking and Rachel moaning softly.

Or was it Quinn?

I don't know. All I know is that I decided NOT to be a creeper and watch them so, I changed course and walked into my kitchen instead.

I walked to the fridge and opened the door to grab a bottle of water for the time being and heard my phone ring. It was the sound of flowers blooming which could only mean one thing...

C was texting me directly.

I pulled my phone from my back pocket and swiped the screen to see the message with one hand while the other put the bottle of water down on the counter.

Fuck. Drinking water can wait. I need to know what this beezy has sent me... now.

C: Hey, sexy. Did you get the video I sent you?

I was gonna wait to ask, thinking maybe you'd message me first but... I got impatient. I hope I didn't overstep my bounds with you. I know you said you wanted to take things slowly and I want to respect that.

I just... I heard that song and I couldn't help myself. Sometimes, I just want to be right there beside you so I can hold you in my arms and dance like that for you for real. Ya know?

I think about you all the time.

Especially now that I know what you look like.

Has anyone told you how beautiful you are, baby?

Well, I'm sure they HAVE. I mean, how could they NOT?

You're gorgeous.

Anyway, I just wanted you to know that the video was sent with all of the best of intentions.

Well, kinda.

I mean, it was either that or a video showing what you DO to me. God, sometimes just the thought of you makes me so wet.

It's unfair.

I just want you to see how crazy you make me but, I figured I'd save something like that for a later date, baby.

Like when you DON'T have company over?

Maybe then we could... have a little fun together?

But, yeah... I'm gonna stop babbling now.

I'm sure you have a lot of other things to do today since your friends are coming over.

Text me back when you get the chance? I'd love to talk to you later today, if you can fit me in ;p

After reading the message, I slowly put my phone down in order to open the water bottle and take a drink... cause I totes need it right now.

Oh fuck...

I need a drink. Where the HELL is Puck?

I'm still staring at my phone on the counter when Q and Rachel walk into the kitchen.

"You alright there, S? You look like someone told you they saw a dog wheeling around the mall on a skateboard while speaking French or something..."

I shake my head and quickly close out the chat screen from C.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Just... still kinda groggy, ya know?"

Quinn nods slowly at me like she doesn't quite believe me and Rachel is trying very hard NOT to make eye contact with me.

That's funny so I smirk and change how I'm standing to my normal stance, weight on one foot, knee bent, and arms crossed over my chest.

"What's wrong, Thumbelina? My eyes are higher up, ya know. Join the conversation like a normal human or people will figure out you aren't one of us."

That worked because she makes eye contact with me and glares. My smirk grows in size when I wink at her and she blushes.

Wanky.

I'm just about to make another comment when my doorbell rings, signaling Puck's arrival.

"Oh yeah. Puck's here with our alcohol and I told him he could hang for a bit so... behave. No macking in front of the boy or he'll NEVER shut up."

Both Quinn and Rachel roll their eyes at me before Quinn responds, her eyebrow raising.

"You're telling us this like we don't already know how much of a sleaze he can be..."

I grin wolfishly at her while walking out of the kitchen towards the door backward, "Well... you did sleep with him before hooking up with the Hobbit. I just thought I'd remind you in case you forgot yourself and went for round two."

Q just glares at me as I turn to open the door for Puck and he saunters in with two large bags clinking in his hands.

"What's up, my sexy women! The Puckasaurus has arrived with your beverages. Feel free to give you thanks in the form of kisses anytime."

"Noah, don't be a putz," Rachel says with a small smile on her face while taking one of the bags from him as heading into the kitchen, the boy following after her with the other bag.

Quinn and I exchange looks at Rachel's words while walking into the kitchen after the other two in order to see what Puck brought.

Both he and Rachel start taking items out of the bags and I see that he remembered my tequila as well as Quinn's whisky and Rachel's wine coolers.

I noticed he brought himself some beer as well... he would.

I went over to the cabinets and pulled out a couple of cups, looking at Q to see if she wanted the other cup or if I should put it back. She nodded so I put both cups on the counter then over to Rachel.

"You about ready to get this weekend under way, Tiny or should I not open a wine cooler for you yet?"

The small diva bites her bottom lip while thinking over my question, her eyes bouncing from my face to Quinn's, then Puck's before shrugging and smirking.

"Get me a drink, bartender. I think we've all earned a beverage after the last couple of hours."

Quinn and I look at each other again, smirking, and Puck raises both his eyebrows at us all, knowing he missed something.

"Why do I get the feeling I missed something awesome earlier," he asks with a small pout on his face.

I give him a condescending pat on the back before reaching over to twist the top off a wine cooler for Rachel and handing it over to her.

"You know better than to ask questions you'll never get the answers to, Puck."

"Yeah. We're not gonna tell you shit, Puckerman so get over it," Quinn comments while pouring both her and myself a mixed drink from out respective bottles.

He sighs and pops open one of his beers and walks out of the kitchen and back into the living room to hook up his phone to the speakers next to the bookcase by the TV.

"Yeah, yeah... I get it. No dicks allowed in the Vagina Monologues. Hey S, I'm gonna put on some Pandora... which station are we starting with?"

I look over at my girls and they both shrug while sipping their drinks so I turn back towards Puck and grin, "David Guetta. And... ya know how I said not to invite the other Gleeks? I think I've changed my mind. Let's have a REAL party!"

Rachel and Quinn both blink at other, not expecting me to be in such a good mood but smiling as they look at me.

I wiggle my eyebrows at them as I walk over to them, putting my arms over both their shoulders before saying in a lower voice so Puck can't hear, "That way, Rachie here can show me her dance moves and Quinn can keep score of who can tire who out first."

I grin again, all teeth when I see Rachel blush again and Quinn try to cover up her low moan with a cough.

"Santana, sometimes you're just as bad as Noah," Rachel huffs as she crosses her arms over her chest and taking another sip of her drink.

Quinn doesn't say anything but I can feel the back of her hand lightly graze my thigh and I raise my eyebrow at her to let her know her action didn't go unnoticed.

"Oh, Tiny. If you only knew how GOOD my BAD can be, you'd stop pretending to object and just let me do my thing. Santana Lopez knows how to get shit done, baby girl. You're in the best hands possible... besides maybe Q-Ball's over here," I murmur before sliding away from them both to pick up my phone.

I, then, walk into the living room with Puck, letting my hips sway a bit more than necessary for my audience.

I hear Quinn mutter, "Fuck" as I plop down on the couch to start calling for a few pizzas to be delivered once people get there.

Once the food has been ordered and Puck tells me that people are on their way over, I re-open my conversation with C with the intent to respond.

Snixx: Hey babe. I totes got your video the other night and... OMG!

You're pretty damn sexy, chica.

I think we should definitely consider having fun with each other after my friends leave this weekend.

I'd LOVE to hear your voice again and maybe... listen to what you sound like when I do what I do to you?

Maybe I'll let you hear how your video affects me?

What do you say?

I'd like to see how wet I can make you sometime...

I MIGHT give you something nice in return.

We'll see.

Anyways, just wanted to hit you back so you'd know I wasn't ignoring you.

Ttyl, chica picante.

I'm pulled out of my phone when I hear the doorbell sound, signalling the arrival of some Gleeks.

It's most likely Kurt and Mercedes since they live the closest to me.

My assumption is confirmed when I hear Kurt's high tenor and Mercedes' laughter from the hallway so, I close my conversation and put my phone away in order to get up and be social.

"Hey, bitches! Welcome to Case Del Lopez! You two ready to gets your drinks on? There's tequila, whisky, and wine coolers in the kitchen. I hope you brought funds so I can send Puck on another beer run soon."

They both nod and hand Puck twenty bucks each while filing into my kitchen to pour themselves drinks.

Tina, Mike, and Artie are the next to show up and everyone settles in the living room with their drinks and starts talking among themselves, catching up about the past week.

Brittany arrives solo, biting her bottom lip while giving me an awkward hug before going to sit with Artie. He hands her the cup of alcohol that either Tina or Mike had given him earlier.

I sigh heavily and finish my drink quickly, trying avoid the look of pity on Quinn's face as she watches us both. She nudges the Rachel and leans down to whisper something in her ear. The brunette furrows her brow for a moment then nods slightly before turning and dragging Quinn into the kitchen for another drink.

Finn and Sam are the last to arrive, bringing more beer, a couple bottles of vodka, and orange juice in tow. I lead them into the kitchen to put things down, they make their own drinks and join everyone else in the living room.

Puck turns the music up louder after folks have had a few drinks and everyone helps move the couch over so they can start dancing along to the house beats slipping out of the speakers.

I look around the room after my third or fourth drink, I'm not EVEN counting, and notice Rachel backing it up on Quinn in the corner of the living room, the brunette's hands gripping tightly to the blonde's thigh and hip as she moves in ways similar to her video.

I make eye contact with Quinn and she bites her bottom lip and beckons me over, her eyes slightly glazed from alcohol already.

My intention is just to walk close to the couple and watch, not participate but Rachel is having none of that as she pulls me towards her. I look down into her eyes and her eyes are glazed over like Quinn's, her smirk widening as she wraps her arms around my neck and pulling me closer to her front.

Quinn slides her palms up and down Rach's sides and I watch as the small diva closes her eyes, completely lost to the drum and bass of the music playing in the room.

I look across the room to see if anyone is paying attention to us and make eye contact with Brittany from her perch on Artie's lap and... she does NOT look happy.

That makes me smirk and I shrug at her while placing my own hands over Q's as they land on Rachel's hips, deciding to just go with the flow.

The next track starts playing and I through my head back, barking out a laugh and Rachel starts singing along to the chorus...

Come, come, baby...

Come be my Toyfriend, let me play with you.

Come, come, baby...

Come be my Toyfriend, 'til I'm through with you.

Let me play with you,

Let me play with you,

Let me play with you...

My grip tightens on Rachel's waist when she looks me directly in the eyes and slowly licks her lips.

I bite my bottom lip to keep from groaning out loud and look up at Quinn, her hazel eyes were hypnotizing and rooting me to the spot.

Her hands moved from under my hands on Rach's hips and gripped mine to keep me swaying to the beat. She smirks and raises her eyebrow at me in silent challenge.

Huh...

Guess it's gonna be a fun night after all...