Lyin King (Jhene Aiko)

After showering and putting on a very Santana like dress that Noah had bought me with the hopes that he would get to see me in and out of it but I didn't see that happening any time soon.

There wasn't even a slight chance of that happening!

The shower had helped to calm what little nerves survived beyond the Oxy haze and the dress made me feel like I was impenetrable, which was exactly what I needed if I was going to face Santana.

With my arm tucked in Vanessa's we came down the stairs gracefully with my mind blissfully clear of all worries. A million things could go wrong tonight and a million mistakes could be made and I was all too aware that I was standing at the crux of good decisions or a good night but I persevered.

I had too.

I knew that I couldn't have both. Good decisions were for people who played it safe. A good night was something that I needed, this was my last night as a college student. I needed this even if it was bad.

Already I was thinking about dangerous things with the dull throb from my back alerting me that the pill hadn't been enough or was beginning to wear off. Why did I have to be so fucking honest. A second pill wasn't going to kill me. Just after my accident it was those pills that got me out of that chair and onto my feet...that and Teen Jesus.

Now though, there was no Teen Jesus and I was already half in, thankfully but I knew that it would only last for so long. Maybe Vanessa wouldn't let up on the pill so soon but I knew that a drink would at least prolong the numbness that I so desperately needed.

Thank God for horny boyfriends.

"Babe! I've been looking for you everywhere!" Vanessa's Ken doll boyfriend appeared from the front door like a Providence herself.

"Don't call me babe, Scott Edward Waterford, Jr.! I'm not some slut that you're trying to pick up at a bar. I'm a lady." She unattractively whined. "We talked about this! Don't grin, I'm serious." She scolded and Scott did his best to at least pretend to look reprimanded but I could see the glint in his eye when he looked at me after giving her a kiss on the forehead and apologizing.

"Hey Q." He said, nudging my shoulder with a grin before turning back to a still pouting Vanessa and sticking out his bottom lip.

What a charmer!

"Scott!"

"I know, I know, you gave me a list remember, Muffin? I'm sorry. It won't happen again." He schmoozed before leaning in and nuzzling her neck. Vanessa's facade instantly crumpled, as she giggled like the stereotypical bimbo that a guy like Scotti Poo would date.

"Gross." I said, as I tried my best to slip my hand from Vanessa's. "I'm not interested in a threesome, can you not do that?"

Scott laughed as he stood upright again, Vanessa mouthed an apology at me but didn't let go of my hand and I didn't seem to have the muscle strength at the moment to fight her off.

"So why are you late?" Vanessa asked Scott and I was forced to stand there and find out his answer. Terrific.

"I have to make up that final that I missed tomorrow morning. I was studying. If I fail Father says that I'll have to get a job this summer."

"Oh."

"Yea, so here I am." He smiled and Vanessa remained putty in his stupid frat boy hands.

"How sweet V, Scotti wouldn't miss a chance to whisk you off to Paris or whatever your plan was." I snickered and she squeezed my hand tighter.

"Santorini and it's at my cousin's house so not that glamorous." Scott cut in, sounding like the brat that he so obviously can be.

"Yea so don't be jealous, if anything you should feel sorry for me." She said, looking as ridiculous as Scott with her pout.

"You guys lost me at Santorini." I groaned, annoyed that Vanessa, my sweet down to Earth South Jersey girl was doomed to be the trophy wife of a future brain surgeon.

Thank God, I was out of here after tomorrow.

"Hey, Q. Biff's here with a new bossy hot piece. You should see him, he's pitiful."

"If that was your idea of changing the subject, you're terrible at it, mull that over in Greece."

"Q, be nice." Vanessa said, as she adjusted Scott's collar. "It's not like I haven't invited you a billion times."

I wanted out of this uncomfortable conversation and like a beacon, Santana came to my rescue!

"Hey, Fabray! Get over here and help me show these trust fund babies how beer pong is really played!"

"Q? I thought I was the only one who called you that." Scott said with his lip poked out again.

"Sadly, no. V, enough with the death grip on my hand. I want to go play. Why don't you go make out with Scotti Poo." I wanted that to come off strong and slightly bitchy but instead the whine in my voice was unbecoming but fortunately I was past the point of caring, I needed a drink and hanging out with Santana guaranteed just that.

"If you're going, so am I. You need to be chaperoned tonight." Vanessa said loosening her grip on my hand but not letting go.

"So maybe a threesome after all?" Scott cut in as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I yanked my hand away from Vanessa's and tried to put space between us but stopped short at the sight of her.

Even after all this time, Santana Lopez still has the ability to take my breath away.

"Who's having a threesome?" Santana said, as she practically flew out of the dining room and delivered herself right in front of the three of us.

"You stayed." I whispered, awe struck at just how good she looked.

"I stayed." She grunted, her eyes trailing down to my legs and then slowly back up. Something about the lustful look in her eye momentarily knocked me back to my senses.

"Even though I told you to leave?" I asked, once her eyes were done their tour of my body and were looking back at my face.

"I left the room. Isn't that what you meant?" Her tongue wet her lips as she began to smirk and I was once again entranced but I couldn't show it.

"I meant leave our house, leave campus, leave New Haven, and leave Connecticut."

Santana's eyebrows went up as she hesitated for the first time in quite awhile. Normally she would have snapped right back but she realized that we weren't alone and wasn't about to pick a fight with Vanessa hovering and with Scotti's arm still sitting on my shoulders.

"Well I didn't get all that from what you said. I have known you all my life Luce, I know better than to leave you when you're feeling like shit. I couldn't leave even if I wanted to."

"Oh." Seriously Quinn, that's all you can say back? I was disappointed in myself. I guess I was happy to have her there on some level. She cared and apparently, that meant something to me.

"Play with me? You have always been really good at landing the ball in the cup. Oh captain, my captain?"

"Seriously." I crossed my arms and glared and she sighed, tired of trying to convince me but willing to try one last thing.

"B, would totally approve." She held up a ping pong ball and smiled that wicked smile of hers, the one she gave me just before making me climax for a third time in that Lima hotel room.

I couldn't deny her, beer pong wasn't adultery, she was right, Brittany would be okay with this.

So I had to be.

And so with Scott and Vanessa in tow, we embarked on a friendly game of beer pong, only Vanessa was on the other side of the table with Scott whispering disgusting things in her ear. She kept shooting me glances but I knew she wasn't paying attention.

Santana had rounded up the rowdiest of Scott's frat brothers to be on our team and it looked like we were going to kick some serious ass. Vanessa watched me from next to Scott, who was now whopping along with some of the girls on their team. Normally she would be jealous and scolding him but she was way too interested in my world and it was fucking annoying.

So I tried my best to ignore her and Santana made that really easy.

"We need to talk." Santana said when our turns had passed successfully.

"Here?" I asked, as I watched the game and refused to look at her or Vanessa.

"If not here, anywhere else will do."

"I can't."

"Because of B?" She asked, putting her hand on my waist to try and get my attention but we both knew that she didn't need my answer. "Do you want me to call and get her permission to hang out with you?"

"Look." I said, stepping away from her touch that I so badly wanted to lean into, "Just because I stopped going to church doesn't mean my morals disappeared. You and I both know that this thing between us crosses the line of hanging out." I explained, saved by her turn coming up but apparently, she's able to do two things at once.

"If we win this game, I'm going to ask her if I can date you."

"And if we don't?" I asked, nonplussed by her ballsy bet.

"I'm going to back off and I'll start by calling Puck and congratulating him."

"San...about that-"

"Your move." She said, looking at me and then around the table. "After this, I'll back off if that's what you really want, Luce, I promise."

She smiled sweeter than I had ever seen and from that moment on, I was distracted, I didn't want her to give up so easily but for me, she would. It was too much pressure for a girl who has no idea what she really wants.

A/N: Quickie...