So, let me start off by saying that all of your reviews make me so happy. Thank you to niccici30 for giving me that extra motivation for writing this chapter.
I'm so sorry that I haven't been able to update until now. School has been extra difficult.
I know everyone loves happy times, and I really wanted this chapter to be all happy times, but for some reason I see Santana as someone that gets her ass kicked by life a lot, especially when things tend to be looking up. Please don't hate me for what I'm about to do. =/
Oh, and as always, feel free to tell me what you think!

This. This was everything I had ever wanted. I pulled Quinn's arms around my waist and backed into the wall of the bar.

Nothing could describe the feeling of having Quinn that close to me. Nothing could describe the feeling of her lips on mine.

I took a moment to take a breath as she looked at me with mischievous eyes. The next thing I knew, Quinn pushed me even further into the wall, and started to run her hands lower down my back. She began kissing down my jaw and over to just below my ear.

She knew exactly where my weak spot was.

"I meant it, you know," Quinn whispered into my ear in the most deliciously raspy voice I had ever heard right before she nibbled on my ear lobe.

"Fuck. What? Meant what?" I tried to ask, but ended up whimpering out.

Another giggle. Quinn hadn't giggled this much since freshman year. It seems to only happen when she was extremely happy or extremely turned on.

Or maybe I was the one who was really turned on.

I put my hands on her hips and grinded my body into hers.

She moaned into my ear. Such a beautiful sound that I never expected to elicit from her.

I definitely wasn't the only one turned on.

"When I said you had no idea how long I've wanted to do this," she bit my neck before placing a soft kiss on the sensitive skin. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to," another bite down my neck, this one a little rougher. It was sure to leave a mark. She kissed and licked at the spot just like she had done before. "Taste you," she finished.

Fuck, this woman was going to kill me, and I was going to love every minute of it.

A coughing noise seemed to come out of nowhere. It didn't seem to stop Quinn and her attack on my neck, but I had just enough will power in me to look in the direction of where the cough came from.

A nervous looking Kurt was staring at me while frantically tapping the side of his drink with his fingers.

I was going to kill him before Quinn had a chance to kill me.

"Ugh, can you not see that we're a little busy here," I strained my voice towards him.

Quinn finally looked up towards Kurt. She looked more pissed than I was.

"Obviously, I'm very happy for you two, but something is, um, calling your attention, Santana." What in the hell was he talking about. "I've already talked to Ashley, and she said she would finish your shift for you."

"Kurt," Quinn started in a stern voice.

"I'm really sorry," Kurt whispered and looked down. I didn't know what was going on, but the way Kurt apologized, I knew it was something bigger than I could probably imagine in that moment.

Quinn started to look anxious and put some distance between us.

What was Kurt sorry about, and why was Quinn just as nervous as him now?

"Okay, can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on." More of a statement than a question. My buzz had been killed. My mack hadn't gotten all the way on. Quinn said she wanted to fucking taste me right before we were rudely interrupted.

Quinn separated from me fully and made her way towards Kurt. They turned their backs on me, and started to whisper as they walked inside the bar.

What the actual fuck?

I followed them, still having no clue what was going on. When we got inside, I steered through the crowd towards Ashley.

Ashley gave me a sympathetic look with a half smile. "Just remember you're a badass."

What was that supposed to mean? "Will someone please fill me in on what is going on," I almost yelled. Ashley just gave me a shrug.

Kurt and Quinn were in the corner of the bar arguing over who knows what. Kurt tried to put his hand on Quinn's arm in what looked to be a comforting manner, but she swatted it away and wiped a tear away from her cheek.

Some sort of instincts that I didn't know I had took over, and I ran over to her. I took her into my arms and held her as close as possible without hurting her.

"Get the fuck away, gayface," I yelled at Kurt. He just put his hands in the air and backed up.

"What's wrong, Q? What's going on?" I tried to ask as I cupped her face in my hands. Another tear fell. "Hey, hey, it's going to be okay," I tried to reassure her.

She just nodded.

"I'm going to go home. I'll just see you when I see you, I guess," Quinn pushed a stray hair behind my ear and leaned in to give me a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"But, why? Q, you can't leave. Not again," I almost pleaded. As much as I didn't want her to know how much she affected me, I needed her not to leave.

"I can't be here for this," she said softly.

"Just wait for me, please. Quinn, please."

She stood there looking completely dejected.

I was totally lost. Didn't she just tell me she loved me in fucking poetry, nonetheless? Didn't we just kiss and finally start to be happy? She fucking giggled for Christ's sake. That was a good sign if there ever was one.

Kurt moved closer to me. I did not want to see his face. He was the cause of all of this.

"What the fuck did you do, Kurt? Why is she crying? We were fine, and then you said something to ruin it." Every word that came out of my mouth was full of venom. I was confused, but I was more pissed off. "I care about her, and she, she cares about me," I stuttered a bit. "I don't care how much you don't like it. I would never hurt her."

Kurt frowned and leaned closer to me so that only I could hear. "She really loves you. I really hope you mean it when you say you won't hurt her because she's almost here."

"Who's almost here? I'm getting really tired of this shit. If someone doesn't tell me real quick what's upsetting Quinn I'm going to start throwing punches."

But I didn't need for Kurt to answer me. My answer walked through the door, bouncing and gleaming. My jaw dropped a little as her eyes found mine through the crowd.

This wasn't happening. She couldn't possibly be here.

She ran to me, disregarding the slow pace of everyone around her. She jumped into my arms, which I had no choice to throw up, otherwise she would have fallen on her ass.

This was not going to go well.

Before I could stop her, she kissed me hard on the mouth.

I tried to push her off, but I wasn't fast enough. The damage had already been done. I caught the look on Quinn's face. She looked completely devastated. Kurt tried to stop her, but she pushed past him, and he had no other choice but to chase after her.

I set Brittany down. I didn't want this. I didn't want her. I wanted Quinn.

But why did I suddenly have butterflies in my stomach?

Apparently, Ashley saw what happened, and came over with a double whiskey in her hand.

Her timing was always impeccable.

I took the glass and swallowed its contents in record time. There was no way I could do this sober. I raised my eyebrow at her, and she got the idea. She ran back to the bar to get me another.

I focused my attention back on Brittany who looked just as happy as ever.

"What are you doing here?" I asked a little too harshly.

"Baby, I came to see you," she just grinned, not catching onto my tone.

"Please don't call me that." It didn't sound right. I didn't want her to call me that. I never did. Baby was reserved for Quinn. "We're not together anymore. You chose Sam. You told me to leave. I'm with-" I started before I realized that I didn't know what Quinn and I were. "I'm not with you anymore."

"Sam and I broke up. I missed our sweet lady kisses," she winked at me and tried to kiss me again. I dodged her kiss enough so that it landed on my cheek.

It didn't seem to bother her. Though, not much seemed to bother Brittany. That's what I loved about her. She never let anything hit too close to home. I guess it was that sort of innocence that I was envious of. I lost mine way too young.

Ashley came back with another drink, and I'm pretty sure I drank it faster than the first. Another sympathetic look before Ashley went back to work.

Brittany smiled down at me and grabbed my hand. In less than a few seconds we were on the dance floor.

She looked so happy moving to the beat of the music. I couldn't help but let a smile form on my lips. I loved seeing her find her passion in the way her body moved.

I danced along with her; her dancing was just that contagious. It was simple and easy. A nice rhythm formed, and I let my mind try and find some emptiness with the aid of the alcohol.

It didn't take long before I felt at ease, just swaying to the music. It was nice to just close my eyes and not think about anything. I opened them back up to see Brittany dancing expertly to the song that was playing.

If there was anything that Brittany loved the most, it was dancing. We had that in common. All three of us. Quinn, Brittany, and I loved to dance. Any time. Any place.

Quinn was a great dancer, too. I thoroughly enjoyed dancing with her. Moving my body with hers felt amazing and almost necessary, as if we were made to move so close together with such perfect timing.

Quinn.

Even though I was just dancing with Brittany, it felt wrong. It felt wrong because Quinn was upset.

Kurt must have told her that Brittany was coming while they were in the corner talking. Was this what she couldn't be here for? But she'd seen me dance with Brittany multiple times.

Did she think I still had feelings for Brittany? Was that what she was worried about? So much that it formed tears in her eyes. Brittany had kissed me, but anyone would've seen that I had no time to stop it.

Those butterflies I felt had nothing to do with Brittany, at least not in the sense that Quinn needed to be worried about. They were from me being nervous about Brittany seeing me in the place where I was finally starting to feel like I belonged. Brittany will always hold a place in my heart; that will never change, but it was different.

She didn't spark a fire of fear and excitement in me anymore.

I needed to go home. I needed to find Quinn. I needed to explain to her that she didn't have to worry about anything. She didn't have to worry about me walking away. Whether I knew it or not, I chose her that night on the roof after cheer practice.

"Britt, I have to go," I yelled over the music.

She frowned at me. Of course not dancing anymore would be the one thing that would make her pout.

"But we haven't even danced to a whole song, yet! And I've missed your sexy dance moves, Sanny," she grinned and pulled me closer, grinding her body into mine.

I'd be lying if I said the friction didn't feel good. I'm a horny bastard. I'll admit that. But I couldn't let myself go there with Brittany. After all, she was the one who taught me everything was better with feelings, and I had feelings for Quinn.

"I can't. I need to go see Quinn. I need to make sure she's okay," I said as I gently pushed her off of me.

"What's wrong with Quinn? Why did she leave? I thought she'd be happy to see me. I came here to be with you, but when I heard Quinn moved here and that you two were living together, I wanted to see her, too."

"I think she's upset. I think, I think maybe I did something. I don't know," I didn't really know the specifics of what Quinn was upset about. I didn't know if it was Brittany being here, her thinking I might still have feelings for Brittany, or maybe she just wanted to run away from me again. With Quinn, there was no telling. She had to state in certain words what was upsetting her or you would never know.

"What could you have done? You're perfect. That's why I love you."

Love. People have been using that word a little too often for me, lately.

"I'm definitely not perfect. I'm sure I'm the reason Quinn is upset. I tend to mess things up more than I realize."

"No you don't. San, I was wrong to let you leave. I messed us up. I should have made you stay. I should have ended it with Sam. I shouldn't have made the same mistake twice, like with Artie."

She looked genuinely sorry. What she didn't realize was that she didn't need to be.

"It's okay. I'm fine, really. You were right to tell me to leave. I needed that push, and I'm more than thankful for it. I'm sorry you and Sam didn't work out, but it wasn't a mistake for you to choose him. I ended up where I needed to be, at least it feels that way."

She looked at me curiously. "But San, don't you want to be with me? Don't you love me the most?"

How was I supposed to answer that?

I loved her, but not like before.

"Britt, ugh, the music is too loud. Come on, let's go outside."

"Okay, but can I get a drink first? You've had two already, and I haven't even had one. I want one like Kurt's, with the umbrella," she squealed.

I laughed. How could I not? "Of course, I'll go get it for you. Wait by one of those tables, and I'll be just a minute."

I made my way towards the bar where Kurt was.

"One whiskey and an umbrella drink like the one my very gay ex-friend has, please, barmaid," deadpanned, staring directly at Kurt as I emphasized the words 'ex-friend'.

"You call me barmaid, I call you wench. Got me?" Ashley gave me a stern look. "I saw that kiss. I'm not happy with you. This round is not on the house."

Shit. I forgot about the kiss. How was I going to explain that to Quinn? She had definitely seen it and promptly ran out right after.

"I've been having a nice talk with Kurt about your ex here. He also told me about Quinn. The other side you don't know about."

"What other side?" I looked at Kurt for an explanation.

"The side that I'm sure is in pain after watching you two lock lips," he said sadly.

Ashley slid me the drinks.

"I didn't mean for that to happen. I didn't want it to happen."

"The dancing then, what about that? Because you could've stopped that," Kurt asked.

"We barely touched." Okay, that was a lie, but I hadn't initiated it.

"Because rocking your body on someone else's is no longer considered hardcore touching," Ashley furrowed her brows at me.

"That was all her," I tried to defend. "I want Quinn. I want Quinn to barely touch me and hardcore touch me, not Brittany."

"Try explaining that to Quinn. I'm sure she didn't see it that way."

"But she didn't even see it. She left me again, and I stopped it right after."

"You sure she didn't see it," Kurt asked as he leaned his head to the side directing my attention to a table in the far back where Quinn was slumped down in her chair next to a giddy Brittany.

Fuck. Could this night get any worse?

"She didn't leave?" I asked as my voice broke. If Quinn saw us dancing then she probably thought I enjoyed it. I mean, I enjoyed it, but not because it was with Brittany. I would have rather been enjoying it with Quinn.

"Nope. She's been sitting at that table watching you two and drinking up a storm. My guess is she's probably past wasted right about now. I thought it was best to cut her off after her fifth shot of tequila."

"Ash, Quinn is who I want," I stated. "Not Brittany. Not anyone else. She doesn't even know how long she's had me."

"Funny, she said the same thing. Oh, and that'll be eleven dollars."

Kurt laughed, and I hit him on the shoulder.

"Ouch-ah! That was unnecessary."

I dug into my back pocket and pulled out a twenty. "Here, keep the change, barmaid."

"Why thank you, wench," she smiled.

I looked back over at Quinn and Brittany. This was not going to be fun, but I needed to talk to them.

I walked over and sat down across from them. I handed Brittany her umbrella drink.

"I would offer you my drink, but Ashley said she had to cut you off."

Quinn lifted her head, and I saw the glimmer of unshed tears in her eyes. It felt like someone knocked the breath right out of me. All I wanted to do was to wrap her up in my arms, take her home, and kiss her to sleep, even hold her hair back if she needed to vomit.

But that was going to be a little difficult with Brittany sitting right there.

"As I was telling Q, I'm here for the weekend to win you back, baby," Brittany exclaimed. A single tear fell down Quinn's face. "We can make it work this time, and I'm not giving up without a fight. I was, um, well, I was stupid to let you go."

Brittany never called herself stupid. She hated the word. She despised it.

I sighed and rubbed my temples to try and make my oncoming headache disappear.

Quinn didn't deserve this, whatever she was feeling to make her cry.

But Brittany didn't deserve to feel stupid, either.

"You're not stupid. You're a genius, remember?" I tried to smile.

"I'm going home. For real this time. I'm getting Kurt, and I'm going home," Quinn said completely expressionless.

"I'll come with you. I'll grab us a cab, okay?" Fuck. Was I messing this up? Was I saying the wrong things? I was trying to be a friend to Brittany. Couldn't Quinn tell how much I cared about her? She's the one who walked out on me after our first kiss and tried to leave after our second.

"No. You stay here with Brittany. You guys can work things out or whatever. Maybe you can fuck each other on the dance floor. Looked like you were about a second away from it earlier," she grumbled.

She did see.

"That sounds like a wanky idea, baby," Brittany smiled.

Dear Jesus, could she make this anymore horrible for me?

"Just like old times in your room."

Apparently she could.

"I asked you not to call me that," I hissed at her. Dammit, I didn't mean to sound so angry, but she really wasn't helping.

Quinn tried to get up and walk towards Kurt, but she stumbled as she passed my chair. I caught her in my arms before she could fall.

"Let me go," she whimpered, trying to wriggle out of my grasp.

"Baby, you can hardly stand up. Let me help you." All I wanted to do was to help her, to hold her, to do anything to make her not look like she was about to burst into tears.

"Baby?" Brittany whispered with curiosity.

Quinn and I both turned to look at Brittany.

"Why did you call Quinn baby if I can't call you baby? That doesn't make any sense." Brittany looked more confused than I had ever seen her. She kept staring at us. From Quinn to me. From me to Quinn. From Quinn's hand on my shoulder to my hands on Quinn's waist, gripping a little too tightly to be deemed just friendly.

"I don't understand," she simply stated.

Quinn stood up and backed away from my reach before I could stop her. "There's nothing to understand." Kurt came over and held onto Quinn so she didn't fall down again. "She's yours, just like she's always been."

"Quinn, don't." But I knew she would, and she did. She turned around and walked out of the bar.

How many times did that make this? Three times so far? Three times she's left me.

And here sat Brittany. She never left. Granted, she asked me to leave, but she never once left me.

How many times did I need to chase after Quinn for her to get the message? She was the one who always had me. Maybe it didn't make a difference, not if I couldn't get her to stay.

Brittany leaned over and grabbed my hand as she drank from her umbrella drink, a smile back on her face.

"I knew you were mine," she gleamed.

My stomach dropped.

"I didn't think anyone would want to hear the wonderful and sexy moans that come out of your mouth when I get you alone and give you lady kisses, so I got us a hotel room for the weekend," she smirked. "I've really missed you, baby. Let me make it up to you."

I threw back my drink. If Quinn didn't want me enough to stay, then who was I to try and convince her when someone else was already waiting right in front of me?

Maybe I had it right in the first place before my heart was ever broken. Maybe things were better without feelings.

"Sure, let's go."