A/N: Hey guys. It's been an extremely long while since I last updated. These past couple of months have been extremely stressful for me, as it's coming closer to handing in my dissertation for university, and I have so much work to do for the next six weeks, that this story was unfortunately pushed to the back of my mind :( However, I've made this one longer than usual, so I hope you can forgive me for the lack of updating this past quarter! I've spend the past months writing this on and off when I actually finally have some time to myself. Thank you to all of you for your reviews, comments and suggestions, I do read each and every one of them! Keep them coming in!
This chapter is called Bad Blood, and you'll find out why!
"Are you going to be much longer? If we take any longer in this health food shop, I feel Sir Hummel will make us late to the with his primping that he does ever so well," Santana rolled up her jacket sleeve and looked at her pretty nonexistent watch and tapped her wrist, "By my count, we have four hours to get to the club before it opens."
"I'm glad you have finally called me 'sir', and not something feminine," He rolled his eyes, "Though I also must agree with Santana, Rach. You've been looking at different seeds and nuts for over an hour now."
After the successful seven-hour tour of the 'non-tourist' parts of New York, showing Quinn the small shops and cafes hidden in little lanes and back roads that most non-NYCers didn't really go to, they had reached their final destination of the closest Wholefood Market to their block. It's the only other shop Rachel really enjoys buying at, besides Walmart on Black Friday. Santana has lost count how many hours of her life she has wasted in this damn shop with her, and the possibility of her missing the opening of Myth was not going to happen.
"Feel free to leave, because I've already picked out what I'm going to wear and calculated how long it'll take me roughly to get ready, and we have only been in here for the best part of fifteen minutes." Rachel knew exactly how to wind Santana up, and it was working. Extremely well.
She sighed under her breath, "Well, I'm going back to the apartment to get ready and have a few drinks, are you guys coming?" Her hand reached for the door and held it open for Kurt and Quinn, who weren't far behind her.
They had walked a couple blocks away from the store and before they knew it, they were at the top of the stairs in their apartment building, sliding the door open and embracing the state they had left it in from the night before. Copious amounts of wine bottles on the table and floor, chip packets spread out across the table with stray chips lurking on the floor with Santana's empty cigarette pack resting neatly ontop of a bottle neck. As she took in the view, she sighed a little to herself and walked inside, grabbed a waste bag from the drawer and started to fill it with the visual memories of what gave her a killer hangover that morning.
Their shopping trip/tour consisted of visiting Vogue to pick out the perfect outfits for this evening from the bag of 'rejected', though still extremely wearable items of clothing that they had left in their warehouse for the taking for all staff. Kurt had walked inside, leaving them in a café to Facetime him so they could pick their outfits without having to be in the restricted confines of the company. Though after about half an hour trying to decide on something that would suit Rachel, Kurt officially had given up and decided to choose something for all of them by himself, bringing their outfits back in a rather large black dress bag so he could reveal it to them when they all had got back home.
"So Kurt, when are we going to see these outfits or dresses you picked up? I'm dying to see what you've picked out for me," Quinn grinned, throwing a chip packet into the waste bag. "And it better not look as tragic as my high school fashion, because those days are long gone."
Santana smirked, "I hope he picked something from your punk stage. That was the prettiest you've ever looked, and by far the most fierce." Her voice was practically dripping with sarcasm, causing Kurt to erupt with the loudest 'ha!' he'd probably ever done. That look she had going on that year was a clear sign of a midlife crisis, and she turned it out in the most dramatic way possible.
"Okay, let's not remind me of that period in my life. I don't even know what I was thinking, and thank God that tattoo was a spray job, I don't know what on earth I was thinking." A chuckle escaped her lips quietly as she shook her head, "Who get's a tattoo of Ryan Seacrest anyway?"
"Apparently you wanted to, but you just couldn't commit to it because you are too much of a wimp to get a tattoo," Kurt said between gulps of water. It was completely true however. Santana had known Quinn since the first day of their Freshman year, and she may have acted tough and like she could kill a man just by staring at his heart, but it was definitely all a front because of her superiority in the cheer squad. Quinn wasn't the sort of person who would just decide to get a tattoo. She couldn't even keep her own style together for longer than a couple of days, so a big decision like that wouldn't exactly be something she was in to.
"Oh really? You think I'm a wimp, Hummel?" Quinn's eyes glared at him with a daring look, as if to say, 'carry on and I will fuck you up.' It actually kind of scared Santana a little bit, but this moment was too funny for her to look away.
Kurt looked terrified, and you could see him swallowing nervously, "No, not at all. I just don't think you'd get a tattoo, that's all."
Quinn cracked a smile, and nudged him gently, "I'm kidding, but wow, I've still got it." Their attention turned to the door as Rachel walked in straight to the kitchen and dumped three bags onto the counter. "Rachel, how can you find three full bags of shopping worth of items in that shop? It literally just stocks seeds, nuts and objects that look strangely like something my grandmother would keep as ornaments on her fireplace."
"That's nothing new, she usually has more than that," Kurt proclaimed, shaking his head at her.
The girl rolled her eyes, "Quinn please, you should know by now that I can make a variety of meals without meat. Where else am I going to get my supplies from? Besides, I have more."
Santana and the others looked at her, sporting different 'confused' faces, "Where are they?"
"Right here!" Someone from the hallway squealed, edging closer to the door, "Little help?"
Rachel rushed outside into the hall and came back with two more bags, shortly followed by a extremely well dressed guy, who looked like he lived at the gym, carrying three more bags in hand.
"Guys, I'd like you to meet Brett," She smiled widely as she introduced him. "I met him outside the shop, after you guys rudely left me to carry all of these bags by myself." They placed the remainder of the bags onto the counter, and he walked over towards the group confidently. If Santana had any preference to men, she would definitely jump him like a hyena.
Santana scoffed, "Excuse me? We never had intentions of carrying your bags, even if we had stayed. Did you see how much stuff we were carrying as it is? You could have just bought half today and half tomorrow." She glared at Rachel before turning to face Brett, "Hi, I'm Santana Rustino Lopez, future career woman in Philosophy and Economical Studies and Animal Welfare." She held out her hand in a professional manner and stood
He laughed at her jokingly, and shook her hand, "Is that even a thing? I've heard of Philsophy as a major in itself, but never with Economical Studies and Animal Welfare. Or is this a test?" His eyes squinted looking at her.
"Well, Rachel, for the first time ever, you've successfully found a smart guy to carry your shopping. Kudos." Rachel's face turned bright red and Santana loved every second of embarrassment this girl was enduring. "I'm Santana Lopez, current slave worker at a diner down the road until I get my big break and enter stardom."
"Wow, could you sound anymore like high school Berry?" Quinn smirked, causing Rachel to grab the cold bottle of water she had taken out of the fridge, and rub it on her face to cool down. She stepped forward and shook his hand, "I'm Quinn, and this is Kurt, who has apparently lost his voice." She nodded her head in the direction of Kurt, who was fumbling with his shirt, straightening his extremely tight trousers in attempt to fix his appearance before he looked over.
He smiled weakly and stepped forward to shake Brett's hand. "Hi, Kurt Hummel."
"Hey guys, it's nice to meet you all. Erm, would I be able to use the bathroom? I don't mean to be rude." Brett looked over to Rachel, who was currently guzzling every last ounce of that water, who nodded at him and pointed towards the bathroom door. "Thanks," he smiled, and walked over to the room, closing the door behind him, backpack still with him.
Everybody stops and turns to see an extremely flustered Rachel holding herself up in the corner of the kitchen.
"Well, that's new, Berry. Actually having sexual thoughts about him within the first ten minutes of meeting him. Is he good?" Santana smirked, raising her head in smugness.
"What? I am not having intimate thoughts about him!" She sternly stared at Santana until Quinn burst into a silent giggle.
"Please, your legs are crossed and you're squeezing them together. Your face is a hell of a lot redder than the tomatos you have in that bag, and you're actually sweating."
Kurt jogged over to her and looked into her eyes. "Your pupils have dilated, " his fingers attacked her pulse point on her neck, before she had a chance to bat his hand away, "And your pulse is ridiculously fast."
"Okay fine, I am! Can we just talk about something else please? He's right next door!" She seethed, getting a paper towel from the rack next to her and dabbed the sweat from her face. "Anyway-"
Brett walked into the room looking a lot more 'freshened up'. "I hope you don't mind, I noticed the tap leaked a little when it was turned off, so I just quickly tightened it up and it should be okay now."
"Wow, he's been here all of five minutes and he's managed to fix something that we've been trying to get fixed since I moved in here," Santana raised her eyebrows, "Welcome to the house, Brett! Did you want a drink at all?"
He smiled, "Actually I have to go. I've been to the gym and I do not smell so fresh, but it was nice meeting you all! I'll probably run into you at some point soon."
"Before you go, we're actually planning on going out tonight to the opening of the club 'Myth', and I mean if you're interested, you should come over and have a few drinks with us and come with?" Santana smiled sweetly, her eyes glancing over to Rachel who was still stood in the kitchen, growing even redder.
Brett looked surprised, "You guys were planning on going to that? That's where my best mates and I were heading tonight! Would it be cool if they both tagged along too?"
"Yes. Yes it would be totally cool," Kurt blurted, and grinned. "We're planning on starting in two hours and heading over an hour before it opens?"
He nodded, "Sounds good! Rachel, are you okay with it? I don't want you thinking I'm intruding because I brought your bags upstairs and now I'm trying to steal you friends." Brett spun his head over his shoulder with a wide grin across his face, to see her casually choking on her drink, "Are you okay?" He walked over quickly to her holding her hand up to show she was fine.
"I'm good, I'm good. Wrong hole, that's all," she spluttered.
"Not the first time I've heard that," Santana muttered under her breath, to receive a large snort from Quinn and Kurt. Luckily, Santana didn't think that Brett had heard her, but Rachel had grown accustom to hearing the snide remarks from Santana under her breath.
"But yes, you should come tonight. I'll buy you a drink for helping me with my shopping, or something…" She stuttered, clearly sweating at the collar. She didn't know where to look as he smiled at her.
"Awesome, okay, I'll be back in two hours! Don't start without us!" He grinned with his perfect smile, and his straight white teeth, and rushed around the room to kiss everybody on the cheek, before grabbing the straps of his rucksack and heading out the door, sliding it shut behind him.
The smirk stayed solid on Santana's face as she walked towards the fridge, eyeing up Rachel the entire way, grabbing a cold bottle of vodka and some cola. "I guess we better start drinking then. Because I'm assuming Rachel needs a lot more alcohol to be able to act normal around him."
"I was acting completely casual!" She grunted, grabbing four glasses from the cupboard.
"If a sweaty mess is your idea of casual, then you were extremely casual," Kurt snickered, "Now who's ready for the reveal of their chosen outfits?"
"Finally, after what feels like an entire lifetime of waiting. Grab the bags!" Santana clapped her hands together and ran over to the couch, swiftly followed by Quinn and Rachel, with Kurt behind them all with the stack of dress bags he'd been lugging around with him all day.
For an outfit each, he'd managed to rack up four bags. Santana did wonder why he had so many for just a dress in each one, but she shrugged it off.
Kurt pulled up the first one with a 'Q' written on it in red sharpie, "Okay, so I managed to persuade the bodyguard on the door that we needed two outfits each, and then I took three for myself because I couldn't decide whether or not I should wear the outfit Ryan Gosling wore to the BAFTAs last year, or the one that Usher wore to the Golden Globes. There was also another one that I picked-"
"Kurt, reveal the outfits before we age and die," Quinn joked, "Is the one with the 'Q' mine?"
After a short stare out, Kurt shrugged and slowly unzipped the dress bag. "Okay, so all the dresses I've got are above the knee, because this isn't prom. This one I picked for you because who doesn't look amazing in a little black dress? It's obviously cut to go over your tatas with no straps, so it's very… corset like, but it would make them look great. Now the other one I picked I'm not entirely sure you will like, but it will look incredible on you." He pulled out the two dresses and a flash of pale yellow brushed out, and Quinn's face lit up at the sight of them, "It's yellow, but it's like a pale yellow, so it won't make you look jaundice, but it's got a drape design on the front and back, the back one being slightly lower than the other, showing off your back."
"Kurt, these are incredible!" She shrieked, standing up and grabbing them from his hand, pressing them against her body to test the sizing, "Thank you!" Quinn ran off into Santana's bedroom, a dress in each hand.
"You're welcome," he shouts back at her, trying to be heard over her overexcited screams. "Okay, so Rachel, for you I have these two. Dress number one is a navy, curve hugging dress, which would accentuate your curves, and it would make your behind look great. Dress number two is a little different, however. It's a bright pink one, with an off the shoulder cut, but it's very flattering to your skin tone."
Rachel leapt up and grabbed the navy dress, "You had me at 'make your behind look great."
"Well, someone's clearly looking to get lucky tonight," Santana snorted as Rachel ran to try it on in her bedroom, with an echo of 'shut up' called back at her.
"And last but not least, Santana. Now I understand you're going to be getting drunk tonight, so I've managed to get you the… easiest slip off dresses," He whispered, winking slightly, "If you get my drift. So-"
Her eyebrow raised, "Are you telling me you want to hear sweet lady noises later, Kurt? And also, are you encouraging it? Has the gay finally fallen from the rainbow, and the urges to see two girls get it on have finally started to crack the porcelain skin of yours?"
"I'd rather hear the pure silence, with the birds chirping when we get back, but I know this happens every time you get drunk, so I'm preparing you for a quick session, with less noise." He rolled his eyes, and pulled out the two dresses, which definitely caught Santana's eye. "And no, I'm still on 'the rainbow', I was just trying to be helpful to the situation. Even if it was kind of weird, now that I think about it." He thought for a few seconds, and Santana started motioning for him to carry on what he was saying. "Oh! Sorry. As I was saying, I have this red one, and we all know red looks incredible on you, because of the amount of times you've worn red in previous years. Now, it's very similar to the one you wore to senior prom, however it's got the signature Sweetheart cut around the chest, revealing the two assets that you paid good money for."
"Amen to that!" She raised her hand, nodding her head slowly.
Kurt smiled, "Okay, and the second one as you can see, has… A much lower cut down the front. Thinking about it, your fun-bags may be slightly too much on show…" He lifted up the dress closer to his face, staring at it, trying to figure out how to adjust it.
"Kurt, please, when have I ever cared about covering them up?" A smirk appeared on her lips as she took both dresses, "I'll try them both on and then I'll decide."
A grin slowly crept up onto his face, "Okay, well we don't have long, so I suggest we all go get ready, shower, shave if you need to, and get our drink on!"
"I've never understood you better, Kurt!"
Over an hour later, everybody was finalizing their outfits with accessories and finishing up their makeup and skincare rituals. The house was blasting with music, from Pitbull's 'Timber' to Beyoncé's latest album, thanks to Santana's discovery of 'fallen off the back of a truck' goods around the corner. They had collectively drank two bottles of white wine between them, and were all slightly beginning to feel the tiniest bit of warmth within them. Rachel had spent the entire time giving herself a pep talk about 'confidence and subtlety' as she strolled round the house aimlessly looking for her heels that Kurt had tidied away on his cleaning spree a few days ago. He was in the bathroom fixing the wax, mousse, hairspray or whatever product he put in his hair, singing along to whatever track came up on shuffle on Santana's Macbook. His attire for the evening consisted of ironed black slim fit trousers, a burgundy shirt and a black slim waistcoat to top it off. Santana had decided that wearing famous people's outfits would be a bad idea, purely because he was not fit his body enough, and there was way too much crotch sagging down in the trousers, that it would look like he was trying too hard. During this time, Santana had gotten a text from Alex, her boss, to ask if she was able to cover for one of the waiters, Mark, as he has a family emergency, from midday til close, which she gladly took. She finished putting on her lipstick, and spun around to look at herself in the mirror, when she saw Quinn enter her room.
"You look incredible, Santana," she let out a choked breath, before walking over to her and resting her head on Santana's shoulder.
Santana looked at them both in the mirror before turning her head to kiss Quinn on the cheek, "So do you, Q. Beautiful."
A couple moments later, everybody was ready to open their first bottle of vodka for the occasion, and as Rachel went to twist the cap the door loudly shook underneath someone's fist. Her face went bright red, and she froze completely still.
"Rachel, the door isn't going to open itself, you know…" Santana stared at her with raised eyebrows, "Let the guys in!"
"Right! Right, yeah, okay." She handed the bottle to Quinn, who poured vodka into everyone's glasses, including the three they had got out for Brett and his friends, and headed for the door, taking deep breaths as she did, earning a loud snort from Santana. Rachel glared back at her for a second before sliding the door open. "Hey Brett, come in!"
Brett and Rachel walked back towards the couches, with his friend in tow. "Hey ladies, and Kurt," he grinned, "This is Thomas, my best friend of twelve years, and this is Sophia."
Thomas and Sophia moved in between Rachel and Brett and waved, "Sorry to intrude on your night, but Brett was incredibly insistent on coming." Thomas' smile didn't last long as Brett lightly nudged him in the ribcage, "Okay, okay. It was mutual insistence. But it's nice to meet you all!"
"It's incredibly nice to meet you too," Kurt grinned, with the most awkwardly sexual grin he could muster as he flickered his eyes between his face, his abs that were visible through his shirt, and his package that he had stuffed very well. Santana started pretending to gag silently and received a stern look from both
"Is this entire house on heat or something?" Santana laughed, "How about we just drink, get wasted and head to the club when sexual tension has died down?"
"Santana!" Rachel hissed, "Okay, do you guys want vodka and cola?"
Brett placed himself on the beanbag between Rachel and Kurt, while Thomas sat on the chair next to Kurt and Sophia Santana and Quinn on the couch. "That's our usual mixer of choice with vodka anyway. Sure!"
"I'm Kurt, by the way," The boy beamed up at him, offering out his slightly limp hand, "It's lovely to meet you, Thomas."
He shook his hand and smiled, "It's great meeting you too, Kurt. Please, call me Thom."
Santana decided to tune out the rest of their conversation and sip her drink, which Quinn has clearly made extremely strong, "Wow, Q, are you trying to get me drunk or something?"
"Well it wouldn't exactly be a great night out if we were sober now, would it?" She smirked, taking a small mouthful of her own.
An hour later, the drinks were flowing rapidly, music was blasting from the speakers and a lot of flirting was taking place. Rachel had moved and was sharing a beanbag with a guy that Santana was not afraid to admit was one of the most handsome men she had ever met. Brett was quite tall, but not in a freakishly lanky way, with green eyes that could pierce into your soul if you looked for too long. He had extremely well groomed stubbly beard, with hair that probably wouldn't move if you used a leaf blower on it. Kurt and Thomas were also getting along well, and it was a nice atmosphere to have everybody laughing and drinking together. Especially with Quinn. With everybody focused on getting to know Thom, Sophia and Brett, little things would go amiss from the two girls. There was subtle flirting, with many knowing glances that they shared whilst drinking from their glasses, with hands being rested on thighs, and it was the kind of thing Santana loved. Having something that she could say was more than friendship, but not yet relationship status. She liked the beginnings of the mutual attraction, where there would be flirting and the looks and the touches that you would get butterflies from. With friends you don't get that, not even your closest friends. Everything about the situation was confusing and it did affect how she treated this 'thing' that her and Quinn had, but she knew that they weren't an item. They wouldn't be for a long time, and Santana was the only girl Quinn had ever been with, so she wanted to give her space to do whatever she wanted to do tonight. Whether it is kiss another girl, or taking someone to the bathroom stall and getting her freak on with her back against the door. She felt a hand place itself on top of hers, and it brought her back into the room.
"Santana? Santana, are you okay? You've kinda been staring into space for about three minutes. Without blinking." She turned around to see Quinn staring back at her with a puzzled look on her face, "What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, nothing, I just spaced out." She tried to play it off as simply daydreaming, but Quinn knew her better than that, and Santana knew it. Though Quinn decided to drop it, and squeeze her hand a little before pouring herself another drink, Sophia glanced over slightly, which confused Santana quite a bit. "I'm gonna go for a cigarette, I'll be right back." She smiled at her and stood up to walk by the fire escape window, grabbing her pack and lighter on the windowsill before climbing out.
"Hey Santana, wait up, I'll join you!" Thom got up and followed her over to the exit and out on to the fire escape, "I hope you don't mind me following, but I just needed to get some fresh air."
Santana lit her cigarette and took a toke, "Fresh air? What's up?"
He sighed, "Kurt. He's a really sweet guy and everything, but I just feel like he thinks I'm gay. Not that I'm saying there's anything wrong with gays, because like, Brett is gay, and-"
She spit out her drink and started cackling, "Are you fucking kidding me? He's gay? This is pure gold, Rachel has the biggest crush on him. Oh my God, this is made my week." She threw her head back and giggled for a while longer.
"Yeah, he's completely gay, but he's very flirtatious with women," he laughed along, "But I'm straight and I don't think Kurt realizes..."
This caused Santana to calm down slightly, enough to talk anyway. "Besides from your incredibly polished look passing as gay, it's easy to tell you aren't. Look, porcelain is like that. He's very touchy and camp, but I'm pretty sure he's not hitting on you. His type is a greasy haired, bowtie wearing singing monkey back in Lima, so I think you're safe." She winked at him and took another drag of her cigarette. "So what's Sophia's deal?"
He took a cigarette out of his pack and lit it, "Well Sophia I'm pretty sure is digging your friend Quinn. Hard."
Santana froze, and took a long toke, "Oh, really? So she's gay then?"
"Well, she's bisexual, but mostly into girls. She has a thing for petite blondes, and the way they've been talking suggests a lot of flirting has been going on." He brought his glass to his lips and took a large mouthful, creating an awkward silence for a couple of seconds, "So what's Quinn's deal?"
She nodded her head subtley, "Well, I'm not really sure what her deal is. You'd have to ask her really."
"So you don't know if she's seeing anybody at all?" He raised his eyebrow, placing his drink on his knee. "You seem pretty close friends with the way you guys act around each other, so I thought you'd know what was going on."
"Yeah well, it's kinda her place to say, not mine, so…" She downed the rest of her drink and threw her cigarette over the barrier, "Another drink?"
"Sure! Sounds good."
They both climbed back through the window, and jealousy panged her stomach like nothing before. She glanced over to Sophia, who currently had her hand on Quinn's arm, lightly chuckling with that sweet pathetic fake smile she seems to be doing all night. Santana could feel herself getting worked up, but she took a few deep breaths and sat back next to Quinn, grabbing the vodka and coke and making herself another strong drink. Please make it time to go.
A while later they had found themselves a few meters away from the club door, and at the back of the queue. Since her little episode earlier, she had calmed down a hell of a lot, and Sophia took the time to include her in their conversations in the queue, whilst Thomas had ran to the shop a block or so away to buy some cigarettes for himself. She found out that Sophia was twenty-two and currently studying Philosophy at NYU, and had also previously done some modeling when she had reached eighteen, and starred in an advert for something to do with Jesus. Santana kind of veered off at the sight of a couple of her workmates who were at the front of the queue, and had already rapidly lost interest in Sophia's life story. She noticed that Roberto was standing at the door with a black jacket and trousers on, with a yellow badge on his arm. Score.
"Hey guys, I'll be right back, okay?" She said, rushing off down to the front of the queue. As she drew closer, the rest of her collegues hurried inside and Rob looked straight at her, shooting his prizewinning smile right at her.
"Signorina! I didn't expect to see you here! Are you alone?" He looked concerned, as he gazed around the queue.
"Hey Rob, no I'm with a couple of my friends, but I saw you were working so I thought I'd come and say hi quickly. I didn't know you worked as a security guard too?"
"Yes, well I do a lot of odd jobs to keep myself going. Have to pay the bills somehow, and the diner can't afford to have me full time, so I work on doors too!" His shoulders raised, "Did you and your friends want to skip the queue? I can get you in for free, with a free booth and champagne if there's more than six of you? It's my treat, bella!"
She smirked at him, "Well aren't you the charmer! Are you sure? There's seven of us."
"Sure! Bring them down; I'll get you a booth next to Dani's! But first," he said, tapping his cheek with a little smug look on his face.
Santana rolled her eyes and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek, leaving a nice lipstick mark on his olive skin. "Thank you, Roberto! I'll be right back." She rushed off back to everybody and luckily Thom held out his arm for her, otherwise she would never have seen them. The outside of the club was completely packed, with the queue edging round the back of the venue into the car park behind. "Hey come on, we're skipping queue, and I've managed to get us a booth with a couple bottles of champagne too."
Everyone clamored out of the tight spot they were forced into by other club-goers, and headed straight inside, with Rob leading them to the line of booths, where sparklers and two bottles of champagne and a bottle of vodka sat chilling in buckets of ice, with eight glasses around it. "I hope you don't mind, I managed to grab some vodka!" He shouted, trying to get himself heard over the loud music.
"It's great, thank you Rob!" She grinned as Brett popped open a bottle of champagne behind her. As Rob walked away, she turned round to see Rachel and Kurt discussing something that seemed to get them excited and jump up like twelve-year-old schoolgirls. Sophia had perched herself next to Quinn and had taken off her jacket, showing off her rack that clearly had no competition against Santana's, so it made her feel better about the situation.
"Hey Santana! I bought you a pack of cigarette because I think I stole one from you earlier!" Thom leant over to her and handed her a pack of twenty and a glass of champagne.
"You didn't have to, that's sweet. Thank you!" She smiled sweetly, taking both the cigarettes and the glass. They finished their glasses, and an hour and a half later had managed to get through both bottles of champagne and a quarter of their bottle of vodka. To say that they were drunk would be an understatement. Rachel was getting more and more like nerdy high school Rachel was at her house party, and Kurt had unbuttoned at least four more buttons on his shirt.
All Santana could think about were the glances and the subtle touches that Quinn and her exchanged under the table, with Quinn's fingers running slowly up Santana's thigh, as Santana lightly gripped onto Quinn's to stop herself from going crazy. There was no doubt in her mind that Sophia had her attention in the slightest, and that made her smile possibly a little more than it should. Everybody finished their glasses and then made their way to the dance floor, where Santana noticed James and Dani with a couple of other people together on the floor.
"Hey, Santana! I didn't know you were coming!" Dani clapped her hands together and leant in to kiss Santana on the cheek, "You've met James before at work, and this is Emily and Rich, a couple of friends from the open mic nights I attend."
"Hey guys," she waved politely, as she kissed James on the cheek, "This is Thom, Brett, Rachel, Kurt, Sophia," her eyes rolled, "And Dani you know Quinn. Guys, this is James and Dani from the diner I work at."
Everybody greeted each other and started making their way further into the center of the dance floor where there was more room for them all to dance without having to elbow every person within a centimeter radius. "Hey Santana, I'm going to go grab another glass of champagne, did you want one?" Quinn asked, placing her hands on the girl's waist.
"Sure, do you want me to come with you? Don't want you getting lost already," She winked at her, and she couldn't tell because of the multi-colored lighting, but she was pretty sure Quinn had started blushing.
"I think I'll be okay, I'll be two minutes. You look beautiful, by the way," She squeezed Santana's hand and veered off into the crowd, and as soon as Santana looked up, she noticed Sophia staring at her with a hint of anger in her eyes. Santana grinned, and span around to dance with Dani, not giving a fuck about what Sophia thought. She leant in to talk into Dani's ear, "Is it entirely a good idea to turn up for work tomorrow with a hangover?"
Dani laughed, "Not really, but we have unlimited coffee, so it can't be too bad!"
James was dancing with Rachel, and Thom and Brett were doing their 'manly' dancing that they apparently do every time they go out to attract women for Thom. It however, seemed to be doing the complete opposite and repelling every woman in the club. Kurt was ogling at the half naked man in a thong dancing on the podium, sipping his drink slowly, and everybody appeared to be having a good time.
A while later, Santana noticed that Quinn hadn't returned with their drinks and she became quite concerned. Her and Dani held each other's hand and parted through the crowd to their booths, to see that all eight of the glasses were on the table, with two of them filled up. Right, okay…
"Where did she go?" Dani asked, leaning on Santana's shoulder, "She should be here, right?"
Her eyes scowered, "Yeah, she only came to get drinks for us. Maybe she's gone toilet?" Her and Dani wandered off between crowds of people trying to find the toilets. The queue was long, but Santana squeezed her way through into the bathroom, leaving Dani rested up against the wall outside. Sounds of girls giggling, makeup bags being zipped up and toilets flushing echoed around the room, with unfamiliar sounds coming from each cubicle, "Quinn? Are you in here?"
Some of the girls spun round to check out what was going on, but they quickly resumed their conversations and makeup applying, but there was no answer from Quinn. Santana turned around and began to walk outside, when a cubicle opened loudly. She spun round to see Sophia walking out, with Quinn in tow. Her blood began to boil as she noticed the smudged lipstick on their faces, and Sophia licking her lips as she caught Santana's gaze with a smirk.
"Really?" She looked deadpan into Sophia's eyes, and began clenching her fists against the bottom of her dress.
Quinn turned around with wide eyes, frozen to the spot. Sophia looked smug and accomplished, which made Santana feel like going all 50 shades of Lima Heights on her fucking ass. "Really."