During the weekend, I got used to waking up a little bit (approximately, 4 hours) later than usual, which lead to me being a few minutes late for work on Monday morning. I blame the traffic, though. Oh, and I left Santana very busy with snoozing her alarm every five minutes, so I have huge doubts about whether she made it to her morning lecture or not.

She didn't.

The whole week was passing extremely slowly and I'm perfectly aware of the reasons behind this.

I had to work like crazy these past few days because of the increased number of hearings I had to attend. Plus, one of my colleagues got really ill and I had to take over his cases because it looks like I'm the only one who is able to cope with such a huge amount of information. I'm not sure if I should be happy with the fact that other people trust me with heavy responsibilities or be infuriated because they might simply be seeking to take advantage of me.

And when I'd get home, I wouldn't even have a chance to spend enough time with Santana because she was supposed to complete a bunch of projects for two separate classes.

Which now brings us to Friday, the moment when I'm standing in front of our flat, desperately looking for my keys. I survived. I've worked two shifts this week and there's no need for me to go to work the following Monday. A week's holiday, here I come!

"It's Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday… Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend," I start singing, already inside.

"Ewww, no, Britt," Santana scowls at my choice of the song. "Although… I'd love to go down on you," she whispers and puts my earlobe between her teeth.

"The song… It says… Get down. It says get down," I blush at the sudden contact.

"Oh… In that case, never mind," she says teasingly and moves towards her room.

Santana and I haven't had sex yet. It's alright because I don't want to pressure her into doing anything she's not ready for. But every time we kiss, we end up practically grinding each other and I have never been so sexually frustrated before. Those sex references don't help the situation either.

Therefore, I march into her room where she's carefully selecting clothes that should be packed for Ashley's festive getaway.

"Did you mean that?" I inquire.

"Mean what?"

"Do you…" I pause briefly. "Do you want to have sex with me?"

"Yes." I swear it didn't take a single second for her to answer that question. That's good, right?

"But I don't want to do it, as in let's just get it over with way. I guess I've never taken sex seriously. So, now I want for it to be special because… it's with you," she continues somewhat shyly.

I walk up to her and take her hand into mine, lacing our fingers.

"And I'll do everything to make it perfect," I promise her.

"You gotta fight! For your right! To paaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrty!" Everyone in the car screams their heads off while listening to the Beastie Boys.

Obviously, I'm the designated driver. I now pull up in the parking lot in front of the hotel.

"I'm so excited!" Ashley squeaks clapping her hands.

Our party squad consists of two more people. Quinn, who is Ashley's sister, and… Emily. Yes, the same Emily I went on a date with. You should've seen Santana's face when they met in the car. Apparently, after the publication of the article, Ashley became great friends with her. Personally, I don't mind her presence, she's actually pretty cool. She helped me realise something important and I'm grateful for that. Oh yeah, tell that to Santana who still hasn't fully registered that I've fallen head over heels for her.

So, Quinn checks us all in and leaves the registration desk.

"I booked two separate rooms, one with two double sized beds and the other with one double sized bed. Therefore, someone has to separate from the group and take the latter."

"We'll take it," Santana and I say simultaneously.

Emily lets out a half supressed laugh.

"What's so funny?" Santana asks, obviously annoyed with her.

"Nothing," Emily responds, as if indifferent to the whole situation.

"How about we just transfer our stuff to our rooms and get something to eat?" I'm the one to break the awkward silence.

I have to say that the dinner went well. It would've been completely uneventful if Santana hadn't slipped her hand under the table and started stroking my thigh, being dangerously close to my center. What can I say… Now I'm stuck being wet for the whole evening.

I suppose our evening is about to reach its peak because, eventually, we ended up in some kind of a night club, whose name I didn't even catch, but for me, it's just the beginning of it. Instead of merely watching the girls take an infinite number of shots, I can now lose myself in loud music and dance my heart out.

I have no idea where the girls went, so I get a coke and observe the atmosphere. I finally see Santana coming my way with a smirk on her face. I can tell that she's slightly drunk as she suddenly grabs my hand and starts pulling me towards the dancefloor.

"I want to dance with you," she whispers into my ear. "Like there's nobody watching," she adds and we start dancing to the music.

I eye Santana up, appreciating every inch of her body. Her eyes meet mine and she pulls me closer to her.

"I want to feel you close to me," she murmurs, wrapping her hands around my waist. She buries her head into my neck and our movements become slower.

"Closer," she breathes and I feel her hot breath tickle my ear. I turn around so that my back is now grinding into her front. I am very pleased with my decision because her boobs are firmly pressed to my back and, if that isn't enough to make my center a throbbing hell, her biting my neck is. I moan loudly and I can sense that Santana is satisfied with my reaction. Her hands are roaming all over my body and I just cling to her hips as if my life depended on it. This whole situation is driving me crazy, as I feel sticky arousal shoot through my body.

A pesky tapping on my shoulder suddenly brings me back to reality.

"Mooore drinks!" Ashley and Quinn shout out and Santana takes a few shots.

"I'll be right back," I tell Santana and head towards the bathroom.

I stand in front of the mirror and take a few deep breaths. I calm myself down and decide I should go back. On my way to our table, I run into Emily.

"Oh, hey, enjoying the night?" she inquires.

"Yeah, a lot, actually. And you?" I respond with a smile.

"I could see that," she laughs. "Me, too. They see me drinkin', they hatin'!" she says, making ridiculous dance moves. I laugh at them.

"You," I suddenly hear Santana's voice. "I don't like you," she addresses Emily. "You want my girl and now you're trying to take her away from me!"

"Santana…" I try to stop her. She ignores me.

"Listen, you dwarf," she goes on. "If you ever get your hands on my Brittany, I'll go Lima Heights on you!"

I see that she's about to assault Emily and I manage to catch her before she does.

"Okay, let's go, Snix," I drag her away and mouth sorry to Emily who nods in understanding.

I drive us back to the hotel, since Santana obviously had too much to drink. The others decided to stay at the club and promised to get a taxi.

"I'm sorry," she mumbles, as we step into our room. To be honest, I think Santana being jealous was cute. She said I was hers. A drunken mind speaks a sober heart, right?

"It's fine, don't worry about that now," I plant a small kiss on her forehead. "Let's go get you to bed."

I throw a blanket on her and she gives me a warm smile.

"This reminds me of the time we hid in your room because of the spider attack. You sat next to me just like that," she says quietly.

"Oh, believe me, I remember that night," I let out a soft giggle.

I notice that Santana can barely keep her eyes open.

"I made it all up so that I could share a bed with you," she admits.

"And dream of me. I know," I respond but she'd already fallen asleep.

Author's note: Two songs were mentioned in this chapter:

Rebecca Black - Friday

Beastie Boys - Fight For Your Right

Oh, and, in the previous chapter, I forgot to thank you for your kind words. So, thank you! :)