A.N: Another update for you guys! Thank you for the reviews, follows and favourites on the last chapter, they really do make my day :)

I'd really love to hear your thoughts on how the story is going so far. I have a pretty clear picture in my head of what I want to happen and where I want this to end up, but its always great to hear your ideas too!

Also, as before, any revenge ideas you have let me know and I'll see if I can incorporate them some how.

Finally, I know a few people have been concerned with how the whole revenge plot will allow for Britt and Santana to eventually fall in love, all i can say is don't worry, I've got it covered ;) like I said, I have a plan for how this will pan out and I think you guys will like it. (Brittana are always end game)

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On with the show…

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We spent another hour at the club before Pucks shift ended. He was leaving the bar in the capable hands of his staff so that he could come dancing with us.

I waited by the bar for the guys to say goodbye to the girls they had been talking to and for Santana to pick up her tips for the night. It still felt a little weird remembering her on stage like that and I knew at some point I would need to ask her about it all, but not tonight. Tonight was all about dancing, and I hadn't danced to a single song yet! I knew I'd make up for it at the next club though.

Santana had recommended Q bar to me earlier this afternoon and I had asked the guys if we could go there. They were all fine with the idea as it was only just across town.

I was pulled from my thoughts as I saw Santana walking towards me, a huge wad of bills in her hands as she folded them to place inside her bag.

'Woah, I thought you were just picking up your tips for tonight?' I asked incredulous. There must have been at least $1000 in her hands.

She laughed at the look on my face and playfully fanned herself with the money. 'Oh sweet Brittany, these are my tips from tonight! What can I say? They love me.' she winked up at me

I laughed with her but I still couldn't believe it. Maybe that's why she continued to work here, hell if I got paid that much in one night I'd probably consider it too!

She stuffed the money into a secure part of her bag where no one would see it, glancing over to me once she had finished. 'Jeez, you'd think you'd never seen money before!' She chuckled

I shook my head and smiled 'No, it's not that, I just can't believe you earn that much in one night, just in tips! That's incredible!'

She smirked 'Psh, did you see my routine?! This stack should be double what it is!' She joked, but my face flushed remembering the way she had danced on stage.

She laughed at my reaction 'Are you sure you don't wanna tip me Britt? You're looking a little hot and bothered over there!' She teased and I felt my face flush hotter

Her laughter was now uncontrollable 'Jeez Britt, calm down, I'm just kidding! I don't expect tips from friends.' She smiled lightly at me this time and a genuine smile graced my own face.

She had called us friends. This is what I had been working towards since the day she walked back into my life, so why did I feel so guilty. Half of me was thrilled that she had used that word to describe our relationship, the other half couldn't stop remembering that this was all just part of the plan. I knew I was now in the position I needed to be to destroy her like I had wanted to, but I couldn't help wonder, what if? Could we really just be friends without the plan getting in the way?

I watched as she pulled her phone from her bag and proceeded to dial a number from the business card she held in her other hand.

'Who are you calling?' I asked her curiously

'Oh, I just forgot to book a cab earlier to pick me up from here, there's usually one waiting for me when I finish so I don't have to wait around but I totally spaced today. Since you guys are leaving now I might as well head home.' She smiled lightly over to me, still concentrating on her phone.

I shook my head at her but she didn't notice, grabbing her phone from her hands I held it close to me so she couldn't snatch it back.

'Britt what are you doing? I need to call a cab now so I'm not stuck here when you guys leave! Can I have my phone back please?' She stared at me confused by my actions

'Nope. You're not going home Santana! Come dancing with us! Im sorry I didn't ask you earlier, I just assumed you would tag along now that you aren't working.' I looked down at her hoping she would say yes.

She drew her lip between her teeth as she looked around 'I don't know Britt, I'm kinda tired and I think I'm all danced out! Maybe I can just come next time?'

I pouted at her 'Please San? I love the guys but it would be awesome to have someone other than them to dance with. I mean, I'm sure they're great partners or whatever but sometimes I just wanna dance with someone else that can dance, you know?'

She stared up at me and I saw her throat bob up and down as she gulped 'You want me to come so we can dance...together?'

I nodded my head and smiled at her enthusiastically 'Yeah! Wouldn't it be awesome! You're a great dancer San and you said you thought I was a great dancer too, so why not?'

Her face reddened at my words 'Well, yeah...I uh...I guess I did say that and...wait, you think I'm a great dancer?'

It was my turn to look embarrassed 'Uh...yeah. I mean if tonight was anything to go on, you're a really good dancer Santana. I don't even know how you pulled off some of those moves, it was crazy!' I beamed at her and she smiled shyly

'So will you come San? Please?' I pouted at her hoping she wouldn't be able to say no

'Oh, man, alright! Just stop doing that already! I'll come with you guys, I gotta get changed first though' she motioned to her outfit, a form fitting, dark red, body con dress that cut off mid thigh. I realised that I had just looked her up and down, and averted my eyes to hers instead. Her trademark smirk confirmed she had witnessed my ogling.

'You don't need to change, what's wrong with what you're wearing? That's a really pretty dress.' I said, nodding my approval

She chuckled lightly 'Well Britt, as much as you seem to like this dress, you just described it as pretty! Club dresses shouldn't be pretty, they should be hot! If I'm going dancing, I want my outfit to say 'fuck me' not 'come hold my hand'! You know?' She smirked at me

I looked at her a little confused 'Why does your dress need to say 'fuck me'? I thought you were coming dancing to be my dance partner? I don't think Puck would like it if you hooked up with some other guy.'

She looked at me incredulously 'Of course I'll dance with you Britt, but I'll probably be dancing with other people too, and those people might want to see me in a hot dress! Honestly, I don't give a fuck what Puck thinks. We aren't together Britt, he knows that. I'm allowed to hook up with other people if I want to.'

I gulped slightly, my mouth feeling dryer than usual. Santana was planning on hooking up with other guys at the club and I didn't know how to feel about that. I was ready to beat the crap out of the random guy dancing on stage with her earlier, how was I going to react in a club where guys would most likely be groping her all night. My throat felt tight and I could feel myself physically pale. I knew it was Santana's business what she did, but I couldn't stop the dread I felt at witnessing it.

'Britt? Are you okay? You don't look so good.' She looked up at me with concern, her hand resting on my arm.

I didn't know how to respond to her, I knew my thoughts were irrational right now and I didn't want to seem like some weirdo. I tried to think of something to say, images of her and random guys racing through my head.

'Britt, tell me what's wrong? I don't get it, you were fine a minute ago. We were talking about dancing, and you liked my dress and I said I might hook up tonight if I changed, and then...and then this happened. Britt...do you not want me to hook up tonight?' She looked at me, her eyes searching mine in question, confusion written on her face.

I closed my eyes, trying to block out what was happening. Why was I feeling like this? Did I feel this way because I didn't want Puck to get hurt? Or maybe because I just wanted to go dancing with my friends, without the interruption of everyone hooking up? I knew Santana was still waiting for me to answer her, God knows what was running through her mind right now. She must think I'm a freak!

'Britt?...look, you're my friend right? You can talk to me. Just tell me what's going on. If that is what this is about, just say so, I won't hook up with anyone if you don't want me to.' Her voice was so soft and concerned, i felt awful for making her worry. She had said she wouldn't hook up if I didn't want her to, why would she do that? It was her choice what she did, and I had no right to feel weird about it. She had already said she didn't care how Puck felt about it, so why did she care what I thought?

I looked towards her, my body calming down slowly. I tried to read her eyes, to figure out what was happening. 'Why would you do that?' I asked, my voice croaky

Her eyes softened even more 'You're my friend Britt, I don't wanna do anything that might make you uncomfortable. Besides, most of the guys in there will probably be losers anyway!' She smiled up at me and I couldn't help but smile back

I knew I couldn't let her make a promise like that, it was none of my business what she did or who she dated. Still I couldn't help that the smile fell from my face as I shook my head to disagree with her. 'Don't be silly San, you can hook up with whoever you like! I was just concerned for Puck...but like you said, you guys aren't together.' I shrugged my shoulders and tried to force a smile but it wasn't convincing.

Glancing down to Santana the look on her face told me she didn't buy it, and I could feel her eyes searching mine for answers. I saw something in her eyes falter and I knew I had lost a piece of her trust. Santana wasn't a person who enjoyed being lied to, but she never questioned my reasoning.

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When the cab pulled up to Q bar Santana still hadn't mentioned anything about our last conversation, but the look in her eyes told me it was on her mind. I had lied to her, and possibly ruined all the progress I had made with the plan in the process. I wanted to kick myself.

I could feel my defences slowly dropping each time i was around her and it needed to stop, the plan was too important.

After the bouncer checked our I.D's we headed straight for the bar. The cocktails from earlier had already worn off and I needed something to calm my racing mind and take the edge off.

Looking through the cocktail menu I saw nothing that looked familiar, and nothing that sounded strong enough. I remembered that Santana had ordered us both Rum at Puck's club which had definitely been a hell of a lot stronger than the Cosmo from earlier in the night.

I placed my order with the bartender and within seconds a small, round tumbler was placed in front of me. The caramel coloured liquid filled half the glass and the two square ice cubes crashed together as I lifted the glass towards me. Tilting at my lips I felt the alcohol coat my mouth and the now familiar burn in my throat as I swallowed. I was expecting it this time so I was able to keep the coughing at bay.

I looked up and found the guys staring at me with surprised grins on their faces. 'Well boys, I think we've corrupted her already!' Puck announced with small laugh.

Santana rolled her eyes at him. 'Oh please Puckerman, you were feeding her weak ass cocktails all night, I'm the one that got her on the hard liquor.' She winked over towards me and all the tension from earlier melted away. Puck Scoffed at her comment but didn't argue, he knew better than to ever argue with her.

The guys and Santana got their drink orders and we headed towards a small booth that rested against the far wall of the club. I placed my drink on the table and felt a hand on the small of my back. I turned my head, but it wasn't who I was expecting and my smile faltered slightly. 'May I have this dance m'lady?' Sam asked with the cheesiest grin on his face. I couldn't help the small giggle that left my lips, he was such a dork but so charming sometimes!

I dramatically bowed towards him 'Lead the way good sir!' I said as I held out my hand for him to take. We both burst out laughing as he took my hand and we headed for the dance floor. I felt a burning sensation on my back so I chanced a look behind me, back towards our table. Santana was staring at me with an unreadable expression, her eyes flicked to Sam and I caught a glimpse of the old Santana, the same hate and malice in her eyes that used to be directed towards me and everyone else in our school.

I shivered at the memory and turned to focus my attention back on Sam leading me to the dance floor. Whatever her problem was it was none of my concern. Her mood swings were confusing and at times terrifying. I had no idea what was going on with her most of the time and I needed to stop caring about it. The plan was already in motion and I couldn't screw it up now.

'Alright then guys, we're gonna take it down a little now, this is a song for all the lovers out there, lets see your best moves!' The DJ spoke over the sound system. Shit, a song for lovers? I was about to dance with Sam, was this weird? I chanced a glance towards him but he didn't seem to care. What the hell, I needed to dance, I could feel my body craving the beat of the music.

The song switched from the usual heavy baseline to a smoother pulsing, I recognised the song immediately, Pillowtalk by Zayn, It wasn't usually my style but the rhythm was great for dancing. I moved my body in sync with the song and Sam tried to keep up behind me.

I couldn't help the smile that graced my face as I felt my mind escape in the music. I spun towards Sam so that we were dancing together, a huge grin landed on his face and I grinned back. I could feel eyes on us but I was lost in the beat, my body moving fluidly against Sam's.

Sam couldn't find the rhythm quite as easily so I reached for his hands and placed them on my hips so he could follow my lead. He looked at me with an unreadable expression but the music had already taken hold, all my cares out of the window.

The club was so crowded, the dance floor pulsing with everyone dancing to their own beat. This was where I felt at home. My ultimate comfort zone. Here I was the new Brittany, no question.

I felt hands touch my waist from behind but thought nothing of it at first, the dance floor was super crowded, but then I felt a body press against me and noticed Sam's grin widen. The body was small, different to how Sam felt. I turned my head and noticed a beautiful redhead pressed against my back, dancing in sync with me. A beautiful redheaded woman.

My shock didn't last long, this chick had some serious moves. As a professional dancer, it's hard to find people that can keep up with you on the dance floor, but she was barely breaking a sweat.

I looked back at Sam, his grin still planted on his face. He let go of my hips, obviously not caring whether I danced with him any longer. He was enjoying the show way too much! He looked down at me and chuckled, then winked, before dancing on his own next to me.

The redhead continued to dance against me as the beat of the song changed to Close by Nick Jonas. I turned my head again and caught her eye, there was a twinkle in them and she raised her eyebrow at me in what seemed to be a challenge. I smiled to myself, this song was my jam, if she wanted a challenge, i'd give her one.

I slowly turned myself around so that we were face to face and continued to dance, with her holding my waist. We were now so close that my leg slipped between hers and she looked at me with a little surprise, raising her eyebrow once more. I cocked my head to her in challenge but she shrugged it off and continued to dance against me. I knew I needed to give her my best moves, so I began to grind towards her, my arms flying around her neck until she was impossibly close. My body continued to flow with the music and my head flew back as i held onto her neck with one hand, my hips grinding into her own.

I pulled my face back up and she stared up at me, still not backing down. I turned quickly around as the beat picked up and I dropped to the floor, slowly raising my hips back up, my ass glued to her body. I felt her hands wonder over my back until i was standing fully against her again. I turned my head to gauge her reaction, I had given her some of my best moves, surely I had won!

As I turned my head I was met with her face, impossibly close to my own, her eyes staring intently into mine with a look I didn't recognise. Her eyes appeared to darken as they flicked down. She seemed to draw even closer to me, when suddenly I felt a hand on my arm tugging me away sharply.

By the time I had composed myself and my mind had cleared from the fog of the music, I was in a much quieter part of the club. I looked down to my arm that was still being held by a slender hand. I followed the arm up to see that it belonged to Santana. She stopped dead in her tracks and I almost crashed into her.

Her eyes bore into my own with an expression I had never seen before. She didn't let go of my arm, and I felt those same tingles as every other time her skin met mine.

'What the hell was that Brittany?! What were you thinking?!' Her words were harsh but her voice was low and unsteady. Her eyes never left mine as she waited for my response.

'What? I was dancing, Isn't that what we came here for?' I questioned, confused at her reaction. She knew we were coming here to dance, I asked her myself, why was she acting like this?

'Britt, that wasn't dancing, okay? You were practically fucking each other right there on the dance floor!' She half yelled incredulously.

I gave her a confused look that mirrored what was going on in my brain. I had no idea what she was talking about. 'Who? Me and Sam? We were just dancing, I mean he wasn't a great dancer but surely he at least looked like that was what he was trying to do'

She shook her head in anger 'No Britt, not Sam, that skank I just pulled you away from! What the hell were you thinking?!'

Now I was getting angry, why was it such a big deal for me to dance with someone? I was allowed to dance with whoever the hell I wanted. 'Don't call her a skank Santana, that's not very nice! We were dancing, she was a good partner, we were having a competition! It was fun, what's your problem?'

She scoffed at me, crossing her arms while shaking her head. 'A competition? Are you serious right now Britt? That chick was not having a completion with you Britt, she was coming on to you! A blind person could have seen that! In fact, everyone and their grandma just did see it!'

I scoffed back at her, 'That's not what was happening Santana! We were just dancing and having fun, what is the issue?!'

She looked me square in the eye, frustration clouding her features 'Jesus christ Britt, are you stupid?! That girl wanted nothing more than to get in your pants! She was about to kiss you before I pulled you away! How can you not see that?!'

Her words stung. Being called stupid was always a soft spot for me, everyone always thought I was too idiotic to understand things. I felt my own anger bubble as tears pricked my eyes, I refused to let this happen, I would not let her of all people make me cry yet again.

I crossed my arms against my chest and shook my head towards her 'That isn't what was happening, but so what if it was! How is that any of your business Santana? What the hell does it matter if that was her intention? I really don't see how any of this has anything to do with you!'

She stared at me, taken aback by my words 'I just…You told me you were straight Britt. I was just looking out for you. Seemed like she was taking advantage, thats all. You stuck up for me with Puck earlier and I wanted to return the favour.'

'First of all, I am straight. Second, how could she have been taking advantage? I was dancing with her Santana, she didn't force me to. I don't need you to look out for me, I can take care of myself.' I held her stare, no way was I backing down this time.

I saw the walls shut down behind her eyes and all the emotion she had shown was gone 'You know what, you're right, it is none of my business. Hell, maybe you're into that kind of thing, cause you sure as hell didn't look straight five minutes ago.' She sneered at me

My eyes narrowed towards her 'So what Santana, I had fun, who gives a fuck what I looked like! And another thing, I'd much rather be over there dancing with her, than here with you! I may be stupid, Santana, but you're a heartless bitch.'

I turned quickly away from her and headed towards the signs for the bathroom. The rage inside of me was bubbling and I knew the tears I held at bay would soon pour down my face.

I had no idea what about her got under my skin so easily but I couldn't shake her words from my mind. Tonight was supposed to clear my head and help me to relax but now I felt even more broken than before.

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Part of me expected Santana to follow after me, to apologise or even get the last word in, but she never did. I composed myself in the bathroom mirror and made sure it wasn't obvious that a few tears had made there track down my face.

As soon as i exited the bathroom my eyes caught sight of her. She was dancing with some random guy I had never seen before. He was huge, like he spent way too much time at the gym or like he'd gone a little over the top with steroids. I tried to shake off the feeling gnawing at my stomach but as much as I tried, I could not tear my eyes away from them.

Her body was practically glued to his as his hands roamed anywhere they could reach. I felt nauseas, and I wasn't 100% sure it was down to the alcohol. I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw her reach around his neck and pull him towards her in a searing kiss. I felt as though the wind had been knocked out of me, but convinced myself that this feeling was in compassion for how Puck would feel if he was witnessing this. My eyes finally averted away from them and searched for Puck as I made my way back towards our booth.

I didn't need to search far, Puck was standing right next to our table, drink in hand and eyes firmly planted on the kissing couple out on the dance floor. To my surprise he didn't look as affected by the situation as I was expecting. It was obvious that he was a little pissed, but I wondered if that was because he knew now that he didn't have a sure thing to take home at the end of the night. His gaze shifted and landed on a petit blonde on the other side of the club. I saw him smirk before taking off in her direction. Well, I guess he moves on quickly!

I took a seat in the booth and realised i still had a nearly full glass of rum. I picked the drink up, taking a long sip to wash away the feeling still clawing away in my abdomen. My eyes lifted to search for her again and to my surprise she was headed my way. I held her gaze until she was standing right in front of me, but she said nothing.

I watched as she reached across the opposite side of the booth to grab her bag and coat. Was she leaving already? I didn't want the night to end like this. I felt like I had made so much progress and now I was back to square one all over again.

'Hey, are you leaving?' I spoke softly, I was sure anything louder would startle her and she would run away or tear me a new one.

She glanced over to me but didn't hold my gaze. 'Uh…yeah actually. Jason asked me back to his place so I'm just grabbing my things.' She shrugged her jacket on and turned to leave.

I couldn't let her go, this wasn't right. I reached out and grabbed her arm before she could walk away any further. 'San, wait! What are you doing? Do you even know that guy?' I looked her dead in the eye, waiting for her reply.

She wrenched her arm away from me and her eyes hardened 'How is that your business Brittany?! I think you made it pretty clear that we should stay out of each others business earlier. For your information, I met Jason after you stormed off from our conversation. I don't need to know his life story to get laid, okay?!'

My heart sank for her, what was she doing? I could tell in her eyes that she didn't really want to do this, but here she was, defending her actions. 'You don't know anything about him Santana! He could be a murderer for all you know! Please, just don't do this.' I pleaded with my eyes but it was no use. She shook her head towards me 'Have a great night, I'll see you around Britt.' and with that, she was gone.

I had no idea what to do now, I was worried sick that something might happen to her and our argument kept swirling around in my head like a broken record. I knew that I still wanted to get my revenge on her, but I never wanted anything horrible to happen to her. This guy could literally be anyone.

My mind raced and I reached for my glass on the table, raising it to my lips and knocking it all back. I needed to go home. There was no way my night could rectify itself now and all the guys were hooking up with random chicks in the club. I grabbed my purse and jacket, and headed for the exit.

Finally out in the open I could breathe fresh air and attempt to clear my head. I reached for my phone and texted the guys that I was headed home, I felt bad for leaving without them but they seemed otherwise occupied and I was sure they wouldn't notice.

I stepped into a cab and gave the driver the address for my apartment. Right now, all I wanted was to lay in bed and fall asleep until this day was over.

The cab pulled up and I paid the driver before heading into the building and taking the elevator to my floor. Stepping out, I rummaged through my purse in search of my door key as I headed towards my apartment. My hands found the cold metal of my keyring and something caught my eye. I looked up towards my apartment door and once again my heart sank.

Santana was huddled into herself, sitting on the floor right outside the apartment, her head resting on her knees and her eyes closed.

I guess my night wasn't quite over yet.