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'Come on Blondie we don't have all day!'

You roll your eyes and mutter 'screw you Puck' under your breath. You were excited about going out until he rocked up an hour ago. Now he's yelling at you from the couch in the livingroom while you finish touching up your makeup in the bathroom.

'Stop being such an ass Puckerman.' You hear Santana groan and then a moment later a slapping noise is made.

You chuckle to yourself when you hear him curse in pain.

Even though you are excited about going to a club for the first time you kind of wish you were still cuddled up in bed, using Santana's warm body as a pillow. You were a little sad when she woke you up from your nap and told you that she had to start getting ready. You groaned but eventually she got you to leave her room so she could change. You went back to your own room and instantly sorted through your suitcase for your tight red dress which was too fancy for your date with Sam. It's not too fancy for a club you think, people wear this stuff out right?

You slipped it on with a pair of red heels to match and walked to the bathroom to apply your makeup. You were a little unsteady on the heels for a bit, seeing as the last time you wore them was about six months ago at your dads bosses wedding, but you got used to them.

After you finished your makeup and straightened your hair you decide that you're ready, and damn you look hot. You're kind of anxious to see if Santana will like it or if you've gone overboard on the glam. You really don't want to look like an idiot.

After a deep breath, you straighten up your outfit one last time, and you make your way back to the livingroom.

Puck and Santana are already standing by the door taking sips from a bottle of scotch. Santana's leaning up against the door with one leg hitched supporting herself, she's got her arms crossed and she's looking pissed off, hopefully at Puck. You sigh in relief when you notice she's as dressed up as you are, tight black dress, high-heeled boots, and a small black leather jacket over her shoulders. She hasn't met your gaze yet but you're preparing yourself for when she does because you can see her dark smokey eye makeup from here and you're pretty sure when she looks at you there's a very real possibility you might faint.

'Dayum girl.' You hear Puck say but your eyes don't stray from Santana. You keep walking forward and her eyes snap up to you, and you were right about her eyes, so alluring. You watch as her mouth slowly opens. She doesn't stay on your face too long before her eyes are dragging down your entire body, stopping at your legs. 'Maybe I picked the wrong housemate.'

You think Santana would slap Puck for his comment but she doesn't, she's still staring at you with her mouth half open. You think her intense gaze should make you feel nervous, it usually does, but no, this time it makes you feel confident and kind of sexy.

You take a few steps forward until she's forced to meet your eyes again. She looks dumbfounded.

'Are you okay Santana?' You ask with a smirk.

Her mouth opens and closes a few more times before finally she nods her head.

'Let's go.' She says firmly and spins around to open the door.

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You're lining up for some club that's just named Jack's. It hardly even looks like a club from the outside but you can already hear the music blasting through the open door ahead so you figure it will be better once you're inside. You're a little nervous about getting entry, Santana assured you that she could get you in but that doesn't stop you from biting the inside of your cheek as you wait patiently for the line to move forward.

Santana and Puck had dumped their bottle of scotch in a garden bed on the walk here. They actually made you laugh from time to time with their drunken antics on the way. Puck made race car noises every time another vehicle drove past and Santana had made it a game to say something completely wrong whenever someone walked by her on the footpath. Your favourites were 'God I wish I could fuck my cousin' and 'so that's how they found the body stashed under my bed'. You got a few strange looks but most people just walked noticeably faster, one guy even crossed the road after she had said to you 'hey look out for my parole officer okay?' You can't even remember the last time you had laughed so hard.

'Wow Blondie, who's the lucky fella?'

You snap your head back to the present and stare in confusion at Puck. He smirks over his cigarette and points to your neck. What?

You watch Santana's eyes go wide and then suddenly it hits you. The hickey. Or both hickeys. Is there two now or only one? Oh god.

'U-Uh.' You stutter. What the hell are you supposed to say? Oh yeah that was from last night and this morning when Santana was sucking on my neck. You can't say that!

'Um Sam.' You say instead. You watch as Santana's pleading eyes relax and she breathes out a breath of smoke. Sam? God you haven't even spoken to Sam in a couple of days. He hasn't even wished you happy birthday. But then again he doesn't exactly know it's your birthday. Maybe you should text him…

'Well he did a number on your neck there.' Puck laughs. Your eyes drift back to Santana to see her blushing cheeks and red tinged ears as she stares at the ground. Well that at least proves one thing to you, Santana doesn't just go around sucking anyone's neck. That little fact makes you smile.

As the line moves up a bit you pull out your phone from your purse and type out a quick message.

ToSam: Hey Sam! What are you up to tonight?:)

You send it off and stare at your phone screen, waiting anxiously for him to reply. You haven't seen him since your date so you think it would be nice if he came out and celebrated your birthday with you. The more the merrier right?

You eventually reach the front of the line and put your phone away with a sigh, he still hasn't replied to you. When you look up you catch Santana watching you with a frown on her face. Why is she mad at you?

'Santana! Haven't seen you around in a while.'

You watch as Santana's gaze travels to the big security guard standing in front of her and she smiles.

'Hey Dave, how's business?' She asks.

Dave laughs and points to the asses of the girls he just let in. 'Buisness is good my friend, business is good.'

'Hey, listen I've got a new girl for you tonight.' Santana says and you watch as Dave's eyes light up. Santana shakes her hand in front of him disapprovingly. 'A no-stare and no-touch girl Karosky, don't get any fucking ideas.'

The man laughs loudly and shakes his head. 'Underage?'

'Yeah, but she's with us.' Puck chips in. You start to get nervous again. What if he doesn't let you in?

'Is she hot?' Dave asks.

Santana turns around and smiles at you before stepping to the side so the man can see you. You feel kind of awkward just standing there as he looks you up and down.

'Oh holy fuck.' He laughs and immediately lifts up the rope to let you all pass. 'Please come in my goddesses…plus Puck.'

'Thanks man.' Puck says and nudges him in the chest.

You follow closely behind Santana as you walk past the man.

'Mmm come see me later blondie.' Dave says and brushes his hand down your bare arm. You flinch your arm away and Santana slaps his hand off your skin.

'Hey! What did I say about touching?' She yells at him. 'No me gusta!'

You giggle as she grabs your hand and pulls you into the club. You have no idea what language she just spoke or what she said, but it was kind of sexy.

As soon as you walk into the club the bass hits you and you can feel your heart beat along with it. Oh my god you can't wait to dance to this.

'Drinks?' Santana yells over the music and you nod your head as you look around the place, trusting that her hand will pull you in the right directions.

The walls are a dark burgundy with spray painted artwork scattered all around. There's a couch lounge area opposite the bar and past all that you can clearly see the dancefloor which is already flooded with people. You watch everyone let loose and move to the music as a smile etches onto your face. You can't wait to drag Santana over there.

When you reach the bar Puck pulls out a fifty from his wallet and dances it over the counter to try and get the attention of the bartender. You frown when you feel Santana's hand slip out of yours.

'What do you ladies want?' Puck asks over his shoulder.

Santana looks at you in question but you don't really know so you just shrug your shoulders. She leans into you so you can hear her over the music and whispers in your ear.

'Do you want a wet pussy?' She asks. You feel your whole body tense and your eyes snap back to hers. She just giggles and leans in again. 'It's a shot.'

'Oh.' You mouth and nod your head. 'Y-Yeah that sounds good I guess.'

Santana winks at you before tapping Puck on the shoulder. 'Get us a wet pussy and vodka sunrise chasers.'

Puck just nods his head and starts yelling at the bartender to come over to him.

'So, what does a wet pussy taste like?' You say into Santana's ear. You watch her eyes go wide and now it's your turn to giggle. 'The shot, Santana.' You smirk.

She rolls her eyes and nudges you in the arm. 'If I knew it only took taking you to a club to get you to relax I would have taken you weeks ago. I can't wait to see you after a few drinks.'

You laugh and lean back into her ear. 'Will you dance with me?'

Santana smiles but shakes her head. 'I don't dance.'

You pout but Santana just shakes her head harder. 'You don't dance, you don't sing, is there anything you can do?' You tease.

'Drinks are up!' Puck yells and starts handing you both the shots.

Santana takes the shot immediately and grabs her other drink.

'I can drink!' You roll your eyes at her and she leans back into your ear. 'And apparently I'm pretty good at sucking too.'

Oh god. You quickly take your shot and bring it to your lips, letting the alcohol wash away the lump that just formed in your throat. You hear Santana chuckle but you don't pay attention to that, you just grab the other drink from the bar and take a long gulp.

'Girl can drink.' Puck laughs. 'Alright, I'm gonna go see if any of the boys are here, I'm sure you ladies will find me easily enough if you run out of money.'

'Sure will.' Santana winks at him. You frown. You thought she only winked at you like that.

You bring the vodka sunrise back to your lips and actually taste it this time, it does taste good, Santana picked a nice one. You want to compliment her for it but you're still mad at her for winking at Puck, but then you don't even know why you're mad! Argh…

'So…'Santana starts and you reluctantly let your eyes meet hers. She's leaning clumsily against the bar and watching you through hooded eyes, you can tell she's still drunk from the scotch. 'Have I managed to ruin your birthday yet?'

She's smirking at you but you can hear the doubt in her voice. You notice she doesn't have as much control over her leering and her expressions when she's drunk.

'Today has been amazing Santana.' You tell her truthfully and watch her smile widen. 'One of the best birthdays I've ever had.'

Santana ducks her head with a smile and sips at her drink, you know she's trying to hide a blush and it's so damn cute.

'I had a pretty good fake birthday too.' She chuckles. 'Even though I spent most of it eating my body weight in cake and then rewarding myself with a nap.'

You laugh and shake your head at her. You can't believe you both ate a whole cake today. But you're glad Santana's birthday do-over was a success. She deserves to have the best birthday ever.

'Santana?' You ask curiously. She tilts her head at you in question. 'How old are you?'

It's been something you had been wondering about for a while but never thought of to actually ask. She looked like she was around your age but she must be older if she's been going to these clubs for so long.

Santana snorts and nearly chokes on some of her drink. You laugh as she composes herself. 'I'm twenty two.'

Twenty two. Hmm. Yeah that sounds about right. She does look older, you know she certainly acts older. You feel kind of grown up hanging around with someone three years older than you. In highschool some of the popular girls used to date older guys and everyone thought they were so cool, now that's you. Well, except you're not actually dating Santana…but she is an older friend!

'Wow we've lived together for over a month and we still don't know shit about each other.' Santana laughs. 'But I guess I lived with the hobbit for like four months and I still don't know what she does for a job, I figure it has something to do with working for Willy Wonka or offering to crack walnuts for the elderly with her ginormous beak.'

You kind of feel like you should stand up for Rachel, afterall she did help you out with stuff about Santana, but you can't help but laugh. You realise there's a difference between drunk-at-home Santana and drunk-out Santana, the difference is one is depressive and angry, and the other is funny and laid back. You like drunk-out Santana wayyyy better.

'I think we know eachother just fine.' You say once you've finished laughing. Santana shrugs her shoulders with a smile and continues drinking. You do the same, thankful that you don't have to explain your statement. You don't want Santana to find out how much you analyse her actions.

'How bout you finish that drink and show me these dance moves you've been hiding from me hmm?' She smirks.

'Are you coming with me?!' You ask excitedly thinking she had changed her mind.

Santana just laughs and shakes her head. 'No I don't like being too far from the bar. But go dance, your feet are practically already taking you there.'

You look down to your feet and notice that they're pointed towards the dance floor. You pout at the thought of going to dance on your own but you guess there's plenty of people to dance with, plus you kind of like the idea of Santana watching you dance. You always perform better with an audience.

'Fine.' You smile and down the rest of your drink. Oh wow, that stuff at the bottom was really strong. You stagger for a second and lean against the bar. You can hear Santana laughing at you so you just glare at her before making your way through the crowds and onto the dance floor.

The beat is even stronger on the dance floor. Right now the DJ is playing Give Me Everything by Pitbull. You love this song. You let the beat take over your body and your mind and you forget about everything else. You don't really even pay attention to all the people dancing around you, well that is until one of them pops up in front of you and throws her arms around your neck. She's slumping a bit so you know she's drunk but she's laughing as she dances and that makes you smile. It's nice meeting someone who likes dancing as much as you do. So you rest your hands on her hips and let her grind into you. She's pretty good too.

'What's a hot girl like you doing dancing by herself?' The girl giggles into your ear. You blush at her compliment but brush it off.

'I'm actually here with a friend, she's right over…' You scan around the bar until you find Santana, still leaning up against the bar with another drink in her hand watching you with what you think might be a scowl. '…There.'

The auburn haired girl squints through the crowds to get a look at where you're gesturing and after a moment she laughs and shakes her head.

'You're friends with Santana?' She asks in shock. You tilt your head to the side. How did she know that?

'Uh yeah?' You say. She moves her body closer to yours and her arms tighten around your neck as you keep swaying to the beat.

'I work with her.' She says into your ear. Oh.

'You're a bartender too?' You ask. She shakes her head and leans back in.

'Dancer!' She smiles and your smile widens.

'Santana's trying to get me an audition there!' You explain.

'Wicked.' The girl winks. 'Well when you get it tell Beiste that the Girl on Fire recommended you. That's my stage name, for my real name you'll have to come find me later.'

The girl plants a quick kiss on your cheek before detaching her arms from your neck and slinking back into the crowd of dancers. What the hell just happened?

You don't have much time to think about what that girl was talking about before two arms are encasing you from behind. You gasp at the unexpected touch but relax when you hear a familiar chuckle in your ear.

'Have fun dancing with Slut on Fire?' Santana says into your ear. You ignore her tone and instead enjoy the fact that she's dancing with you and holding you in her arms. You lean back into her chest and let your head fall back onto her shoulder.

'I thought you didn't dance?' You ask smugly. Santana's hands come down to your hips and you move them from side to side so she can feel you dance.

'I thought I told you not to talk to strangers.' Santana quips back and you laugh loudly. She got you there.

Grab somebody sexy tell em hey!

Santana pulls you closer to her body until her breath is by your ear and you giggle. Santana basically just implied that she thinks you're sexy. You don't know why but for some reason that made you more excited than when that girl called you hot a moment ago.

You feel her lips trace the outside of your ear and you bite down on your lip to stop yourself from moaning. You guess no one would really hear though if you did moan…well maybe Santana would seeing as she's so close to you.

'Your hickeys look sexy.' She speaks into your ear and you practically whimper as her lips touch your bruised neck. 'I could see them all the way from the bar. No wonder the slut left so quickly.'

'Santana…' Your hands come up to tangle with Santana's hands on your stomach as she kisses down your neck lightly. You've never seen this side to her before, it's almost like she's jealous, but she seems angry, and you don't know why it's turning you on so much.

You spin out of her arms and then spin back in so you are facing her now. Her eyes are still droopy but she smiles softly at you when you put your arms around her neck and pull her back into your body. Her hands gravitate back to your hips and you arch your back slightly when she glides them up the back of your dress.

'Do you want another drink?' She breathes into your ear. You pull back a little so you can look at her and you shake your head. You don't want her going anywhere just yet. You want to show her exactly how sexy you can be when you dance.

You spin back out of her with the intention of spinning back in and grinding your ass against her front but you're stopped mid spin when you catch Puck sliding in next to Santana. You frown as you watch him lean down to Santana's ear, he says something to her and she looks at him, then she looks at you, and then she looks back to him and nods her head. You don't know what he said, the music was too loud for you to hear, but the next thing you know is that Santana is letting go of your hand and following Puck off the dance floor. You stand still on the dance floor as people move around you and you stare at the back of Santana and Puck walking away from you. Just as they are about to disappear into the crowd it's like Santana finally remembers what she was doing before Puck arrived and she looks back to you and mouths what you think was 'I'll be back'. You just frown at her in hopes that she would come back and dance with you but she doesn't, and soon they both disappear out of sight.

You stand in shock on the dance floor for a moment. You have no idea what just happened but you do know that you have a rage for Puck building up inside of you for taking Santana away like that. Why did he even do it? Did he not like you dancing with Santana? Maybe he sensed you were about to pull out your sexy moves and didn't want Santana seeing them? No, he didn't really seem mad when he came over…in fact he didn't even look at you.

You growl when a couple bumps into you hard and you decide it would probably be best if you got off the dance floor. Santana did say she would be back but you don't know when so you figure you could just watch the dance floor from the bar. You shuffle your feet up to the bar, for the first time taking note of how much these heels are killing your feet, and you're about to order another vodka sunrise when you realise you can't exactly pay for it. Puck said to go find him if you ran out of money for drinks but now he's off with Santana and you don't even know where they went, you really don't want to get lost by yourself.

Groaning, you spin around so your back is leaning against the bar and you look over to the dance floor, remembering the feeling of having Santana's hands all over you. God, why did she just leave you like that? It was like as soon as Puck started whispering in her ear she forgot you even existed.

You can't believe she just left you. She knows you don't know anyone here. Well, unless she counts that Girl on Fire chick, but you only just met her and you're still not quite sure how you feel about her. You could go find her, she did say to do that if you wanted her name…no, Santana said she'd be back, you should probably just wait.

Argh.

On your birthday, she's leaving you like this on your birthday.

You're so mad at her. Every minute that passes without seeing her face appear on the dance floor just makes you even angrier. Why didn't she just tell you where she was going?

After a while your eyes start scanning around the rest of the club in boredom. The couch lounge looks pretty busy, it would have been nice to sit down and rest your feet for a bit, but then you wouldn't really be able to see much of the dance floor if you sat down.

Your whole body freezes in place when you spot a familiar face seated on one of the red couches. You frown and pull out your phone, reading through your messages. No, he definitely didn't reply to your text. Your eyes glance back up to the scene before you just in time to see Sam lock lips with an equally as hot blonde girl. You feel your mouth go dry. You don't want to believe that's Sam but you know it is, no one has lips like that, and plus he's wearing the same outfit he wore on your date with him. The date that you thought meant something to both of you. Now he's wearing it on another date!

You tear your eyes away when you see his hand slide up the girls leg and you look to the floor, trying to blink back the tears. This is the worst night ever.

'Ready to finish that dance?'

Your eyes flick up to Santana's on reflex. You don't reply to her. You're still mad at her and you're even madder now because of Sam. The quick glance to her eyes and then back to Sam was enough to notice her pupils had gotten noticeably bigger since she disappeared, and they were hardly drooping anymore, she seemed more awake that's for sure.

You frown harder and sniffle back the tears that are threatening to fall. She went off with Puck to do drugs. You think that was probably the only thing that could have made your night worse right now.

'What's wrong?' She asks but you don't look at her. Your eyes are trained back on Sam sucking the face off the girl he's with. You feel her try to grab your arm but you flinch away from her touch. She must see what you're looking at after a while because eventually she says 'Is that Sam?'

The tears are coming now. You don't know why exactly but you don't want Santana to see you cry right now, and you certainly don't want to see Sam making out any longer, so you run.

You think you heard Santana yell 'where are you going?' at some point but you brushed it off, you just want to get out of this damn club. You take a deep breath when you reach the cold outside air and feel it chill the tears on your cheeks. Your makeup is probably ruined already.

You don't know where you're going but you just pick a street and start walking. You get about two metres before you groan and bend down to take off your heels. Once they're off you sigh in relief, now you can walk faster.

When you get to the first corner you stop and look around, trying to decide which way to go. Out of the corner of your eye you catch a figure running towards you but you don't really care if it's Sam or Santana or whoever, you just don't want to talk to anyone. You decide to go left and you take off again.

'Hey wait up!' You hear that familiar raspy voice yell. But you don't stop, you don't want to talk to Santana. How dare she leave you on your birthday to go and do drugs with her not-boyfriend-but-still-have-sex-nonstop- Puck! You just want her, and everybody else, to leave you alone!

'Brittany!'

You stop.

You hadn't even made the decision to stop before your body ceased moving. She had never called you that before, not once. You feel like you want to smile at the sound of your name falling from her mouth but you don't let yourself. You're still mad at her.

You can hear fast footsteps racing up behind you and then they eventually start to slow.

'God those legs can move.' You hear her pant as she reaches you. You don't turn around so she shuffles past until she's standing in front of you. You don't look at her. 'Look don't worry about trouty mouth you can do so much better than a guy who looks like a fish.' She breathes. She sounds really puffed. 'Plus, I don't think he'll be bothering you any longer.'

You frown at her comment and lift your head. You're about to ask her what she means by that but then you see she's cradling her left hand. You tilt your head in confusion because it's too dark to see much but then she moves her hand a little and you can see blood sparkle in the moon light.

'Santana! What happened to your hand?' You gasp and reach out to take it in your own. She lets you. You crouch down a bit so you can see it clearer and frown when your eyes glance over her red and swollen knuckles. One knuckle, the biggest one, is split with a little bit of blood trickling out of it.

It suddenly dawns on you why her knuckles are so red and swollen.

'Santana…' you frown. Did she hit Sam?

'He deserved it.' She shrugs but you shake your head lightly at her. Sam didn't deserve this, no one deserves to be punched. You want to tell her she was wrong for doing this but you can't really find it in you to yell at her when she's hurt like this, and plus you know she did it for you, and in a weird way that makes your heart swell a little.

'Come on we can go home yeah?' She says gently and you nod your head. Home sounds good.

You continue to inspect her hand as she leads you back the way you came so you can hop into one of the waiting cabs.

You notice she hurries into the first cab quickly enough and you wonder why but then you hear Dave, the security guard, yelling at her from the door saying she's banned from the club. You feel bad that you got her banned from one of her favourite clubs.

Santana scoots along to the farthest side of the cab and tells the driver where to go as you get in next to her. You scoot until you can sit right up next to her in the middle seat. You're still mad at her but you do want to keep inspecting her hand. You catch her smile when you reach for her hand and pull it gently into your lap. You don't offer a smile back though, you're still mad at her. Her hand must be throbbing right now, it looks bad, but she doesn't seem to be in any pain. You think the alcohol and drugs might be numbing her, you bet she'll be whimpering in pain in a few hours when it all wears off.

You shake your head disapprovingly and stretch out her fingers against your hand slowly, smoothing over her swollen knuckles as you go. For a moment you wonder what Sams face must look like. You glance back up to Santana to inspect her face, making sure Sam didn't hit back, and smile when you discover Santana's beautiful face is still perfectly intact.

Santana smiles back at you and you frown again. You don't want her to think you're okay with this.

'I'm mad at you.' You say quietly and watch her smile fall.

'Why?' She frowns. 'For hitting Fish Lips?'

You sigh and shake your head. 'You left me by myself to go do drugs with Puck.'

Your eyes meet hers and you think she's about to deny everything but she must change her mind when she sees your face because she just sighs and looks down to our hands.

'I'm sorry.' She says.

'Can you promise me to stop doing drugs?' You ask hopefully. 'I don't like you when you're on them.'

You want her to meet your eyes again but she doesn't. You can see the conflict playing on her face, you just hope she makes the right decision.

'Brittany…' She sighs and immediately your heart sinks. 'I told you I wouldn't make a promise to you I couldn't keep, so I can't make that promise.'

You frown and look away from her, choosing to stare out her window instead. That wasn't the answer you were hoping for…but at least she told you the truth. At least she's being honest with you.

'What about puck?' You ask after a moment. How is he supposed to get home? Not that you really care but you want to get your mind onto something else that doesn't involve Santana or Sam.

'I'll text him that we've left and that he can't stay at ours.' Santana says. You look at her and she just smiles and shrugs her shoulders. 'I'm not having you sleep on the couch on your birthday.'

You curse yourself for the small smile that stretches across your face at the thought of sleeping in Santana's bed again. Sleeping with Santana again, maybe with some cuddling, she does kind of owe it to you now.

You're nearly home when something enters your mind and you find yourself beaming.

'You called me Brittany before.' You whisper.

Santana chuckles and raises her brow. 'Well that is your name isn't it?'

You bite over your smile and nod your head. 'Can you say it again?'

Santana's smile widens. She leans into your side and brings her full lips to your ear. You brace yourself against the cab seat.

'Brittany.' She breathes into your ear and the way your name rolls off her sultry tongue makes your insides tense. God you wish you could hear her say your name like that forever.

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I know it's not what most were hoping for but just know that the night doesn't end there;)