Brittany's tongue swirled around the straw as her eyes were locked with Santana. As much as she tried she couldn't tear her eyes away from her—she was beautiful and stunning in her black dress that showed off her flawless caramel skin. Quinn leaned forward her lips ghosting over Brittany's ear "Red-head with the black dress." Brittany's face instantly blushed as she also noticed the girl on the dance floor staring right back at her with seductive eyes. Quinn and Brittany had been spending their time at the table looking through the crowd for people who were looking at them.

Brittany then glanced around the room and again caught the girl staring at her but this time her friend was too. The blonde turned her face leaving her inches away from Quinn, "Oh yeah, looks the like the friend is into you too Q" She chuckles, "I can't believe I'm scouting out the club with Quinn Fabray, you had the whole lesbian thing way hidden."

"I'm not a lesbian B" she said taking a sip of her drink, "I just got tired of devoting my life to making myself good enough for men. My life depended of them and one day I just thought that maybe women would be easier" she shrugged, "But they're not, but they look a hell of a lot hotter in bed"

"You're right" Brittany nodded, "But I still that makes you a lesbian Quinn"

Quinn waved it off and picked up her glass again and motioned for Brittany to do the same. As she picked up her glass noticed that Rachel and Santana had finally made it to their table and Puck was serving them drinks. The Latina avoided her eyes but Brittany could tell something was off, her jaw was clenched and her cheeks were flushed—a clear signal that something was bothering her.

Puck slid two shot glasses in front of her and Quinn, "We need to make a toast" he cheered bringing his shot glass to the air, "to the William McKinley reunion" Quinn, Rachel, and Kurt cheered as they brought their glasses to meet Puck's while Ashley laughed an "I didn't even go there" as she also picked up her glass. Brittany's were still locked on Santana who just grabbed the shot glass and brought it up to her lips before slamming it to the table and asking Puck for another one. "That's what I'm talking about Lopez" he said filling up her cup again followed by his, "Anyone down for another?" He looked around and everyone shook their heads, "Guess it's just me and you, just like old times"

She felt Quinn grip her thigh from under the table which caused her to break her gaze from the Latina across her to the blonde staring at her, "Finish your shot and let's go dance" Brittany nodded and brought the glass up to her lips instantly cringing at the burning sensation in her throat. Quinn laughed and stood up grabbing Brittany's hand and making her way to the dance floor.

Quinn walked Brittany in deeper and deeper into the crowd until the music was so loud Brittany could feel the vibrations in her body. They were surrounded by people but still close enough that she could see her friends from the dance floor. Quinn began to sway to the music and shake her head from side to side as she sang along with the music. Quinn was wearing skinny jeans with black pumps and blue blazer over a white tank top, her eyes—which caught Brittany's attention were outlined in dark makeup which made her eyes look extra green.

Brittany head tilted back in laughter as the song changed and Quinn squealed. Both girls were dancing around and laughing at each other's dance moves. Quinn grabs Brittany by the hips and pulls her closer and she tries to slow down her movements to match the blondes. "Am I embarrassing you with my moves Miss Fancy Dancer?" she chuckles as Brittany tries—but fails to slap Quinn's hands away from her hips.

"Kinda" she responds, "I got a rep to keep Fabray so step up your moves".

Quinn's eyes darken a little as she nods and turns around bringing her backside to Brittany's front. Quinn tilts her head to stare and Brittany who looks back at her and when she begins to grind and move her hips along with the taller blonde. "How's this?" she smirks as she continues to dance on the Brittany who is barely moving. She grabs Brittany's hands and brings them to her waist, "looks like someone lost their moves" she jokes.

Brittany's hands clutch at her waist and move a littler lower to her hips and she begins to follow along with Quinn's movements. She feels Quinn's breath hitting her on her cheek and from the corner of her eye she can see her mouth is slightly opened and her eyes are fixed on her lips. She knows that she should at least feel a little turned on—especially having a gorgeous woman grinding on her the way Quinn is but she isn't. She's just moving along with the music and trying her hardest not to tilt her head into Quinn's direction because she knows where that will end up.

"Excuse me" Ashley says tapping on Quinn's shoulder, making the blonde move away from Brittany. "Can I just borrow Brittany for one second?"

She stares at Ashley then turns her glance to Brittany—her eyes showing a mixture of arousal, frustration and annoyance "Sure, I'm just going to go grab another drink" she responds pointing over to the table where Santana and Puck are sitting.

Ashley then turns to Brittany and begins to dance along with her best friend. Brittany lets out a breath and smiles at Ashley who is shaking her hips and busting out her dance moves. Ashley looks up at her and a mouth the lyrics to Iggy Azalea's Work as she drops to the floor and comes back up shaking her hips along the way. Brittany smiles and dances around her best friend singing along as well and shaking her head from side to side. Ashley grabs Brittany's hands and brings her closer laughing at how Brittany attempts to rap but fails miserably.

" Things were getting steamy between you and goldilocks" Ashley says nudging her chin towards the table where her friends are, " Santana wouldn't keep her eye off the dance floor and every time Blondie touched you she downed another shot" she utters, "That chick must have a stomach of steel—she drank like 10 shots of tequila."

Brittany brings her face closer to hear Ashley and when she hears the brunettes name her eyes involuntarily go searching for the Latina. She finds her by the table sitting next to Puck as he flirtatiously talks to the waitress. She watches as he points to himself and then Santana. The waitress laughs and puts her hands on the table and whispers something to him then turns around and gestures for another waitress to come. Another brunette dressed just like the other waitress—in a bra and short skirt—comes by and stands by the girl as she explains something to her. Brittany watches as the brunette waitress smiles and glances over to Santana and leans over and whispers something in her ear. At first Santana just stares at her glass but then she glances up and her eyes lock into blue and Brittany watches as a smirk forms on the Latina's face. Santana then reaches into her clutch and pulls out a couple of bills and turns her head and whispers something into the waitress' ear while simultaneously placing the bills inside the waitress' bra strap. Brittany watches the entire encounter and feels her ears burn and her stomach knot. Her eyes snap away from Santana and focus back on Ashley, "I don't care" she spits, "I'm single and I should have to worry about anyone." Ashley's eyes search the blonde's face and Brittany tries her hardest to seem unaffected with the need to go over to the table and smack the waitress that is currently making her way to the bar. "I think it's time that we found each other a couple dance partners.. What do you think?"

She watches how a smirk forms in her best friend's face, "I thought you would never ask"


An hour later, Brittany and Ashley are still dancing the night away. Santana's vision is blurry and clouded with the tequila that Puck continues to serve her. She hasn't moved from the table and the more she drinks the more she realizes how fucked up her current situation is. She had her whole life planned—become partner at the firm before 30, marry Ivey, probably get an apartment in the Upper West Side and live happily ever after. She was happy—she was comfortable, she had what she thought she wanted but seeing her again turned everything on its head. She shouldn't feel the way does—she shouldn't want to jump over the table and choke every girl that gets near Brittany—Quinn included. She shouldn't be just responding I'm fine every time Quinn asks if she's ok when she really wants to curse at her. She shouldn't feel the rush of relief when Quinn says she has been called into the hospital and has to go and she definitely shouldn't feel the way her shoulders tense as Quinn walks over to Brittany on the dance floor as she hugs her and kisses her on the cheek before waving good bye. She shouldn't be feeling anything of this because she shouldn't feel anything for Brittany.

She loves Ivey—she's marrying Ivey.

She's never questioned that statement before—until now. Her teeth clench for probably the 10th time as she watches the twin brunettes Ashley and Brittany have picked up. She watched how Ashley picked them up at the bar while grabbing a couple water bottles while Brittany stayed behind mouthing out the lyrics while letting her hips sway to the beat of the music.

She watched as Ashley introduced the blonde to the two skanky brunettes dressed in probably the sluttiest dresses known to man. One of them was immediately attracted to Brittany—Santana could tell by the way she exaggeratedly laughed at anything Brittany said, or the way she groped her on the dance floor. Santana could tell Brittany wasn't too comfortable, but what pissed her off the most was that she wasn't doing anything to stop it. Brittany continued to dance with the girl and when the girl grabbed at pale hands and placed them low on her hips, Brittany just kept them there.

Santana felt her insides burn.

She hadn't realized how hard she was gripping her glass until she felt Rachel's hands on her shoulders. She looked up and found her smiling down at her with Kurt standing right beside her, "San—let's get you home" she said squeezing at the Latina's shoulder, "You had a lot to drink and we're leaving, Kurt and I have an early morning rehearsal"

Santana looked back down to her empty glass. She did have a lot to drink, probably a whole bottle of tequila on her own and Puck was currently standing at the bar getting another one. Her head felt fuzzy and she was sure that tomorrow she would have the worst hangover known to man. She should leave. She should just grab her purse and go home to her fiancé and forget all about Brittany. She should do it.

But she doesn't. "I think I'm going to stay behind with Puck "she says letting go of her glass and turning to fully face Rachel, "You guys go ahead and I'll see you tomorrow for lunch" She sees the hesitation in Rachel's eyes because she out of all people knows what Santana is currently feeling—hell she flat out told her what she was feeling.

Rachel nods and places a kiss on Santana's forehead and moves to the side for Kurt can do the same thing. She watches as her friends leave and once they do her eyes snap back to the dance floor. She scans the whole area but doesn't find what she's looking for that is until she reaches the bar. Brittany is standing there her back facing her. She watches as the girl leans into Brittany and nuzzles her face to her neck.

Santana's blood boils.

She watches how Brittany just stays there taking every single ministration the other girl is giving. The hand on her glass tightens when she sees the girl snake her arms around Brittany's waist and bring her hand lower towards her ass.

Before she even has a chance to analyze anything she's on her feet and making a bee-line towards the bar. Her hand reached out and pulls at the girls arm to separate her from Brittany.

"Excuse me" the girl spits snatching her arm away from Santana's grip. Santana glares at the girl, her hands balling into fists. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Brittany here" Santana says pointing a thumb to the blonde that is currently staring at her with wide eyes, "owes me a dance"

The girl clearly doesn't give a crap because she rolls her eyes and grabs Brittany's hand and pulls her over to her, " too bad darlin' we're kind of.." she trails off looking at Brittany like a piece of meat. "Busy"

Brittany senses Santana's anger and immediately pulls away from the girl she turns to Santana grabbing her just in time before she jumped on the girl. She grabs her by her biceps, "Calm down" she whispers, "You want to dance-fine lets go dance" Brittany turns to the girl, "I'll be right back Stacey"

She pulls Santana towards the corner of the dance floor, behind the DJ booth leaving them perfectly hidden from the crowd. Brittany lets go of Santana's arm, "What the hell is your problem Santana" she yells.

Santana stares at her and Brittany can tell how drunk she is. Her eyes are a darker shade of brown and her breathing is hard, "I just wanted to dance" She slurs pulling Britt by the hips and slamming them both against the wall. Brittany catches herself by placing her hands on the walls and stares down at the Latina who looks back at her smugly, "What's wrong Britt-Britt?" she husks her lips ghosting over the shell of Brittany's ear, " Don't feel like dancing?"

Santana grabs Brittany's wrists and turns them around and slamming Brittany's back to the wall. Santana stares at her with hooded eyes as she swiftly turns around and brings her back side to Brittany's front. She bends over and begins to rotate her hips against the blonde's. Brittany brings her bottom lips in between her teeth at the feeling pooling in the pit of her stomach as she watches how Santana moves against her. Santana turns and sees the look of arousal in Brittany's and immediately turns so she can face her and brings their bodies extremely close. " So is this how you get all the girls now" She husks in her ear as she brings her thigh in between Brittany's legs and begins to grind, hearing Brittany moans spurs her on, " Are you going to take the skank home? Huh Britt? Are you gonna go home and fuck her?" She spits Brittany's gaze is fixed on the way Santana's hips move so she brings her hands to grip at them. Santana grabs at blonde locks and pulls on them making Brittany hiss and snap her eyes to brown ones. "Answer me" she spits.

Brittany sees the anger in Santana's eyes and it offends her. Who the hell does she think she is asking questions that have absolutely nothing to do with her—not anymore. Brittany's clenches her teeth as she squeezes on Santana's hips, "Fine—you wanna dance" she growls and spins Santana and pushes her against the wall bring her thigh in between the Latina's "Let's dance" Santana moans at the strong thigh grinding on the place that has been yearning for pleasure. Brittany brings her left hand to the wall right next to the brunettes head as her lips ghost over Santana's right ear, "I am" she husks, "Bringing her home tonight." She snakes her right hand from the brunette's waist to her hips and finally landing on the small of her back where she pushes towards her so Santana's body can be flush against her. "I'm going to fuck her senseless and make sure she peaks so high she ends up blacking out." Santana's breathe in deeply as Brittany brings both her hands down to the back of her thighs and picks her up making Santana's legs tangle around her back. Brittany is so turned on she doesn't even know what she's saying anymore but seeing Santana squirm spurs her on. The Latina's dress has hitched up to her waist and Brittany can feel the wetness through her lacy panties coating her abs. " I'm going to fuck her until her thighs are shaking and her breathing stops" She rocks into Santana hard, "I'm going to make sure I suck, lip and bite every inch of her body" Santana rocks shamelessly against her and growls as she hears the words that are coming out of her mouth, she feels Brittany stop rocking, "And there is nothing you can do about it" She grabs Santana's legs and yanks them off her body and pulls away, Santana fixes her dress and looks over at Brittany with frustration and anger.

"Fuck you"

"No" Brittany growls, "Fuck you Santana, you come in here and act like a jealous girlfriend when I have nothing" she spits pointing a finger to Santana's chest "nothing to explain to you."

Brittany pulls away from Santana and turns to walk back to the bar when a tanned hand grabs at her wrist and pulls her back, "We're not done talking" she says

Brittany yanks her hand away from her and laughs, "Oh we are" she spits "and plus we didn't come here to talk, we came here to dance"

Brittany is seething. Who the hell does Santana think she is? She walks into her life and pulls little jealousy stunts when she has no right to. Before she even realizes it she's already made it to the bar but her mind is rushing. She finds Stacey right away and before she even has a chance to speak Brittany is already grabbing her hand and pulling her to the exit.

Stacey trails behind her and stares at Brittany and behind to find Santana standing by a table with her hands rubbing on her forehead. She glances back at Brittany just as they make their way out of the club "Brittany where are we going?"

Brittany doesn't answer. She instead hails a cab and opens the door she turns to stare at the brunette. She glances at her brown eyes, brown hair and caramel skin but realizes all too quickly that her hair isn't as dark, her eyes not as chocolaty and her skin doesn't glow like the one that can make her hairs on the back of her neck stand up. "We're going back to my place" A grin forms on the brunettes face because she knows what's going to end up happening so she leans over and places a small kiss on the corner of Brittany's lips and climbs into the car. Brittany follows behind telling the driver the address while slamming the door. The cab driver nods and peels out the curb Brittany lets out a deep breath and presses her forehead against the cool glass. Fucking Santana


Santana is furious. Not only did Brittany leave her standing like an idiot but she watched as the blonde walked back, picked up the girl and walked out of the club. Santana brings her hands up to her temples and rubs trying to get the words Brittany was saying out of her mind. She feels like screaming, she feels like punching something—anything—to release the horrible feeling forming in the pit of her stomach. Puck comes sauntering back with a drink in his hand and his arm around the waitress he was previously flirting with. Santana tells him she's going to head on home and when he tells her he'll go with her she tells him not to. He tries to argue back but Santana wants to be alone. He reluctantly lets her go—but not before walking her outside and giving her his number and telling her to text him once she steps foot into her apartment. She agrees and gives him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before climbing into the cab and closing the door. She gives the cab driver the address and he nods and begins to drive. Santana lets out a deep breath and presses her forehead against the cool glass. Fucking Brittany.


It's been a whole hour since Santana has been home. She walked into her apartment and went into her bedroom to change into a pair of sweats and a hoodie. She glanced over to the bed and say Ivey—her fiancé—sleeping peacefully. She knew that the right thing would be just to lay down next to her, curl into her embrace and forget everything that had happened tonight but she knew she couldn't so she grabbed her pillow and made her way to the living room. She threw herself on the couch and brought her arms up to her face and grumbled. Her mind was racing and she knew she wouldn't be able to fall asleep anytime soon. She swings her legs and sit up reaching over to the coffee table to pick up her phone. She scrolls through the numbers and taps on the one she's looking for. She types away message and instantly she her phone buzzes. She stands up and grabs her jacket and keys and opens the door closing it softly behind her.


Brittany opens her eyes and glances at the alarm clock sitting on her nightstand. It's a little over 3 in the morning. Brittany lets out a breath as she turns around and reaches her hand out to an empty bed and sighs. She was so mad at Santana she wasn't thinking when she grabbed Stacey and dragged her into a cab. She didn't want to use her for meaningless sex when she was just going to use her because she was angry so she apologized and had the cab driver drop her off at her house then she went home.

She brings her hands to rub at her tired eyes. She knows she's tired but she can't fall asleep, her argument with Santana is still fresh in her mind. Her phone begins to buzz right next to her pillow and she grabs it and answers it without bothering to check the ID—she figures it's probably Ashley who forgot her keys again.

"Hello?"

"Hi"

Brittany brings the phone off her ear and glances at the screen. Its private. She brings the phone back to her ear when she hears them speak again.

"You never changed your number"

It's Santana. Brittany knows that raspy voice. "No" she breathes, "Did you?"

"No" Santana responds, "I just blocked it just in case it wasn't your number anymore and someone else picked up"

"Why are you calling Santana?" the blonde asks.

"I'm sorry" the brunette whispers, "I'm sorry for how I acted and I'm sorry I'm ruining your night by calling in the middle—the middle of your activities but I just needed to tell you that"

Brittany lets out another breath before she speaks "There are not activities San" she replies "I dropped her off home straight from Callbacks and-"

"You don't have to explain anything to be Britt" she says " I just called to say I'm sorry"

Brittany swings her legs over the bed and stand up she presses the phone to her ear hoping it would bring her closer to the girl on the other end. "You're not an idiot Santana, your just—passionate"

"Passionate?"

"Yeah" she says as she grabs a hoodie from her dresser and sneakers from her closet. "Santana would you like to go somewhere with me?"

The line goes quiet and Brittany pulls the phone out of her ear to put her hoodie on and to check if she is still on the line. She is. "You don't have to if you don't want to" Instantly Santana responds with a small I do and Brittany finds herself grabbing her keys from the kitchen counter, "Ok, I'll pick you in 15 minutes" just as she's about to say another word the line goes dead. "Hello?" she says and pulls the phone out of her ear to see that Santana hung up. She's about to call back when a text message appears.

Knock Knock –S

Brittany stares at it for a few seconds until it clicks. She swings the door of her apartment open to find Santana standing there in her Cheerios hoodie. "Hi" she says.

Brittany feels her lips tug up into a smile, "Hi" she whispers back.


They ride in Brittany's jeep for a while in complete silence. The highway is completely empty—which makes sense since they're in a car driving at 5am. Brittany doesn't say anything and just taps away on the steering wheel to the soft music playing in the background.

At first Santana doesn't know where they're going but it all makes sense once Brittany takes the exit and begins to drive towards her destination. She turns to the blonde "We're going to the beach?"

Brittany just nods as she makes a left and parks into a driveway. She cuts the engine and pulls the keys from the ignition. Santana stares at the house they're parked in front of. It's a one family beach house with giant windows and a beautiful front lawn. It has a white picket fence surrounding it and little lamps leading to the entrance. "Is this yours" Santana finds herself asking in which Brittany nods yet once again and opens her door. She walks around her car and opens the door for the brunette, "Come on"

Santana follows her out but instead of entering through the front Brittany guides her to the back entrance. She opens the door to the backyard which is just leads them to the beach. Brittany's house has an outdoor deck which leads directly to the sand and water. There's a hammock hanging by the deck and a small breakfast table as well. It has such a homey feeling that screams Brittany and Santana doesn't know if it's the Brittany-esque feeling or the sound of waves crashing but she feels herself relaxing. "This place is amazing Britt"

"Thanks" she replies grabbing a blanket from the hammock and handing it to Santana. She motioned for the brunette to follow here towards the sand "There's something that always calms be about being able to watch the sunset" Brittany says as she motions for Santana to take a seat next to her. The brunette does and wraps the blanket around her shoulders waiting for Brittany to collect her thoughts, "Even when things are going a million miles a minute I like to escape and unwind here, it's kind of like my safe place "Santana watches as Brittany just stares out into the ocean. Her eyes are trained on the horizon and Santana could see the specks of pink orange and yellow beginning to reflect in her blue eyes. Her gaze turns to Santana and the brunette sees the how those stormy blue eyes that she had seen in the club have turned into the baby blues she remembers. "It's funny; I never really had a safe place anywhere else."

Santana cocks her head to the side and Brittany just smiles, "You just always had that calming effect on me—you were my safe place. " She shrugs, "I know it's hard to believe, considering you were always the hot head but whenever I felt my anxiety kick in or that I didn't know what was going to happen with my future all I needed was to just melt into your embrace and everything would just melt away. All the doubts, all the bad things, all the scary stuff would just vanish as long as I was with you. The day you left" She coughs trying to hide the break in her voice, "The day you left all the scary stuff and the bad things and the doubts came rushing back and I thought they would consume me. They did until I learned that I had to toughen up and fight back, Which is kind of what I did today at the club so I'm sorry for the way I acted"

Santana stares at her for a bit and then glances over to the horizon watching how the sun getting to peek over the water. They stay quiet for a couple of minutes just watching the sunrise and listening to the waves crash. Out of the corner of her eye Santana sees Brittany shiver so she opens the blanket up and signals for the blonde to scoot over. She does and snuggles close to Santana as she wraps the blanket over them again. Brittany places her head on the brunette's shoulder and for the first time in a long time Santana feels grounded. "You're not the only person that lost something." She whispers, " I lost everything without you. I remember people telling me it would get easier as time went by but to me it got harder and harder. You just don't lose someone then forget them, you lose them every time you remember them." She says as she begins to move her toes through the sand. " I lost you the minute I climbed out your window that day. I lost that buzz I would feel in my toes whenever I saw you smile so big I thought your face would split in two. I lost you every time I would find your cheerios hoodie in the back of my closet. I would even lose you when I would randomly smell your perfume in the subway. I lost you every time I thought about kissing you or hugging you or even holding your hand" she sniffs as she tries her hardest not to cry when Brittany snakes her hand over hers and intertwines their fingers, "I lost you when I had no one to hold at night or tell how my day had gone. I lost you during thunderstorms and I had no one to whisper sweet nothings in my ear until it was over. I thought I had lost you and would never see you again and when I did I got scared—scared because everything I had thought I lost was right in front of me"

Brittany pulls back and stares at Santana "You never lost me" Brittany replies

"And you never lost your safe place" Santana responds. Santana hand comes up and cups Brittany's cheek and smiles as the blonde nuzzles into her. "I'm sorry for acting so stupid at the club—I don't know what got over me"

"You're not stupid San" Brittany whispers tilting her face and pressing a soft kiss to Santana's hand. "I understand why you acted that way" the blonde wraps the blanket tighter around them and leans her head back to Santana's shoulder.

They stayed like that in silence watching the sunrise. Santana was in complete bliss. She closed her eyes and focused on the sun beginning to tickle her face and Brittany slowly rubbing her thumb through her knuckles.

"What are we going to do" Brittany whispered.

Santana just stared off into the ocean and took a deep breath as she tried mask the guilt of knowing she was here watching the sunrise while her fiancé—the person she was planning to spend the rest of her life with was at home sound asleep. "I don't know Britt"


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