Okay so this is finally up. this is the second time i have had to right it out since my laptop decided it no longer wanted to switch on, so now what i've planned for other cahpters is out of the window. But i'll do what I can. Enjoy! I have re-uploaded this because re-read it today and notice that there was a few speeling mistakes. I'm sorry if there are any more.

Gleeeeeeee89 - Brittana could be endgame, but it also couldn't. Just keep reading :)

SPOV

"Okay, so I rang my mom before and she said that it was okay to have the party?"

"A party? I didn't even know you were planning on having a party." Oops , it must have slipped my mind. "Are you sure she said yes, because she only left yesterday. Because if you're lying that's not going to make me look very good." She doesn't look good anyways. She has a big nose and wears awful clothes. What could make her look any worse? "I gave her my word that I would look after you and take care of things."

"Rachel, I don't need looking after. I can do that all by myself. But if you want to ring my mom and check with her, then you can."

"No, its fine, I was just making sure. I've already spoken to your mom before she left about the party rules if you were going to have one, which she knew you would. After all you do have a background of doing things when you're not actually supposed to."

Here we go again, always bringing up the past. Can people not change? Or is it just impossible to see that I've changed? Okay so I may not have changed a lot, but I have a little and that's better than nothing. I don't have fights anymore, well not physical anyway. It's been ages since I last had one of those. I don't sleep around anymore, because I have a caring and loving girlfriend. Now that proves I have changed. Last year I wouldn't even come out of the closet, I just wanted to hide away. But since I have, its changed me. I'm not hiding who I am anymore, I'm just being me. The lesbian that I am. And it is so much easier. All the anger I was striking people with because I was mad at myself doesn't happen as often. Sure I'm still a bitch, but that will always be a part of me. Nothing and no one can change that part of me. It's there for life

"That was then and this is now. And now, we have a party to sort out. So get your shit together and let's get going." I grabbed my purse and car keys off the coffee table and headed for the front door with Rachel following behind me.

"Where are we going?"

"To buy everything we need for this amazing night ahead of us." Instead of going out the door, I headed up the stairs. "Which we will need money for. And plenty of it."

I made my way to my mom's bedroom and to her closet to find the shoe box. I opened the doors and I was met with a shelf full of shoe boxes. Of course there is going to be loads, we are related after all. I grabbed a box and opened it up. A pair of black heels. My black heels. I knew she'd stolen them, no matter how much she denied it. I put them to one side because they are going back with me, where they belong. I picked out another box. Bingo. My eyes went wide at how much was actually in there. There is a lot more than what I thought there was going to be. There had to be at least three grand in there in rubber bands. I grabbed a stack and threw it into my purse. I put the box back into its original placed and closed the doors. I picked up the box I had put to one side and put it in my room on my way back downstairs.

"Ready?" I asked.

"I guess so."

We made our way down to my car and headed off to the supermarket. All the way there I would bounce in my seat along to the music playing on the radio. I just seriously can't wait for tonight. It is going to be so fun that I won't be forgetting it any time soon. It's been ages since I last had a good drink and dance or let my hair down. It'll be nice to just enjoy myself and get drunk. Before I knew it, we had arrived at the supermarket. I parked up my car and headed inside telling Rachel to grab a shopping cart on the way.

"Now what do we need for this little party?" Little? This is a Santana Lopez party. It will most definitely not be little. Only nerds have little parties and play chess. Kinda like Rachel's. But that actually turned out to be a good one. Especially when I got to fuck Brittany when Artie was supposed to. I bet he was gutted. But I can't help it if she'd rather come my way. I'm irresistible to her. And he knew it.

"Booze." I said. What's a party without it? I'll tell you what it is and that is shit.

"Shouldn't we get other things first?" Of course why didn't I think of that?

"You're right." I twisted around looking up and down the aisle. Not the right one. "Where do they keep the straws?"

"I'm not too sure."

"Okay, well they normally have them hanging on them little plastic things near the alcohol anyway."

"Is that all you're going to buy?"

"Well yeah, it's a party. What else would I need?"

"What about food? You'll need some little nibbles. You know like crisps, sausage rolls and those little party sausages." Does she know this party is for people over the age of five?

"We'll order in." Now that's how we do it my style. Nothing like being drunk and eating a take away. "Now come on it's almost four and people will be arriving at eight." I walked away looking for the drinks aisle. "Grab the cart." I shouted over my shoulder. I would push it, but I don't want to. They annoy the fuck out of me. There's always that one wheel at the front that always tries to make a run for it but ends up making you crash it into someone else's cart or into a shelve knocking things over. It's even worse when it's full to the top and it's impossible to push.

I made a left turn and reached my destination. "What do you want to drink?"

"Oh, I'll be fine with soft drinks."

I turned my head to slowly look at her. She can't be serious. I'm offering her free booze and she wants soft drinks. That's a definite no no at one of my parties. "Come on Rach it's a party. Let loose for once. It's not going to harm you."

"Mr Schue thought different."

"Yeah and he's not here. So just pick something."

"Fine I'll have a wine cooler."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "A, wine cooler?"

"Yes. As you know I'm not much of a drinker."

"There's being not much as a drinker and there's being a boring ass. And right now you're being a boring ass." I gave her a shrug of my shoulders. At least it's something, and something is better than nothing. "They don't do singles, so I'll have to buy the pack." Just because she only wanted the one wine cooler doesn't mean she won't be getting drunk tonight.

"That's fine." With that over it's time to get buying.

"Okay, so we need vodka." I walked up to the vodka and looked for the Smirnoff brand. When I found that, I grabbed bottle after bottle putting them into the cart. "We need tequila." Luckily the tequila was next to the vodka. Again I grabbed at least seven bottles of that placing them in the cart with the vodka. What's a party without shots. And you can't have shots without tequila. I walked further up the aisle and grabbed five crates of Fosters and five crates of Budweiser.

"I think that should be enough."

"Yeah I think it is." I started making a move toward the checkout.

I occasionally looked over my shoulder to see if Rachel was following. I feel so sorry for the girl right now. She's just bashed her cart into some old lady's and the woman gave her a filthy look. I couldn't help but laugh. She looked like she was drunk bashing into everything and an alcoholic with all the alcohol she's got. If that were me, i would be doing a Sue Sylvester and throwing everything about. Something caught my eye whilst I was waiting for her and I walked over to it. I picked up the bottle and showed it to Rachel.

"This will be perfect for Quinn." Even Hobbit couldn't hide the smile that took over her lips.

"Don't you think that's a little mean?" Too late she already smiled so that means it's a good idea. And it's not like I need her permission to buy it. It's my money and I'll spend it how I like.

"Nope, it's perfect. Trust me she will love it." I picked up a bottle but then decided two would be better. There I think that should be enough. "Oh wait. Can't forget your wine cooler." I grabbed a pack. There now that's it I'm definitely done. I noticed Rachel was scanning everything in the cart.

"How many people did you invite to this party?"

"Seven." She looked at me puzzled. "Teen." I added. That was over the maximum I was allowed. She looked at me in disbelief. Something my grandmother used to do. Like the time I came out to her.

"Santana your mom said that thirteen was the maximum." Yeah that's because that's how many people were in glee club.

"Plus the people who have found out about it. But what she doesn't know won't hurt her. And it's not like she's going to find out." I gave her a look which she knows too well. The 'You better not grass on me' look. She nodded and I smiled. "Perfect. Now hurry we need to get going."

"Hold on." I let out a frustrated groan. Does she not know what hurry means? Because every time I say it she likes to hold me up that little bit longer. "How are you going to buy this?" She gestured to the contents in front of us. "You are underage." Yeah I'm under age and hot as hell.

"You'll see." We finally made it to the checkout without any more interruptions. I put our stuff onto the black belt and the boy began to scan them.

"Do you have any ID miss?" I hated that question. I so wish I lived in England right now. I heard you only have to be eighteen and you're legal to drink and buy alcohol. That would be perfect for me right now.

I tapped at my pockets pretending to look for it. "Oh shoot. I must have forgotten it." I pushed my hair back over my left shoulder exposing my neck. I folded my arms over my chest and leaned forward making my breasts push out that little bit further. I noticed his eyes instantly wander down to my chest. "I'll just go put everything back…" I unfolded my arms and stood up straight. "Away." I finished.

"Um, no, um, it's fine. Is there anything else you need?"

"No I think that's everything I came for." Rachel was packing the bags.

"That'll be three-hundred-and-ninety-two-seventy-two please."

I pulled out four hundred dollars from my bag. "There you go." I handed him the money. "Keep the change." See I told you I have changed.

"So what are you doing with all this? You having some sort of party?"

"Actually, yeah I am."

"Need anybody else to come? I finish here at six, maybe we could get to know each other a little better." Oh damn my good looks. They're always getting me hit on.

"That would be lovely." He smiled widely, but I continued. "But you're not my type." His smile fell, but then it returned again.

"What is you're type."

"Not men that's for sure."

"Oh so you um, like girls?" Hallelujah. He got it in one. Kind of.

"No." He looked a little confused. "I love a girl." Ah the love word. I'm proud I can say that out loud now.

"Well your girlfriend is very lucky to have such a beautiful woman in her life, Santana." Awww I like this guy. Wait he knows my name?

"How do you know my name?" This just got kind of creepy.

"We went to the same school." We did? I relaxed a little. For a moment there I thought I had my own stalker.

"I don't remember you."

"Really? I was a senior when you were a sophomore. I've seen you at some of Puck's parties."

"I didn't sleep with you did I?" Why did I just say that? But at the mention of Puck's parties it could be a possibility that I did. Now i've just made myself sound like a total whore.

"No, nothing like that."

"Oh good. Well I have to go now, so I'll see you later I guess."

"So I can come?"

"Sure. Why not." I'm becoming such a nice person. I turned and almost jumped out my skin. I forgot she was there. "Let's go. It's time to party. Bye Steve."

"So you do remember me."

I walked away from the tills with Rachel once again following behind me. "It's on your name tag."

"I can't believe you've never taken a shot of tequila before. What do you do for fun? Oh yeah, you don't have fun. You're a boring ass bitch!" I laughed because of the alcohol beginning to take over my system.

"Yes I do!" Wow I didn't think this girl could get any louder. Guess I was wrong. "I'm having it right now." That's true. I smiled and gave her a nod of my head agreeing with her.

"Santana!" I turned around at the sound of my name. It was so familiar.

"Quinn!" I pulled my friend in for a hug. "I'm glad you could make it." I said pulling away from her with a smile.

"Why wouldn't I? it's a party." And that's probably why my mom wouldn't let her take care of the house. She would be more on my side than my mom's.

I raised my cup of beer into the air. "God damn right it is. You taking a shot with us? We were just about to do them." Quinn looked beside me to Rachel.

"She's drinking?"

"Yeah, and she's having so much fun. Aren't you Rach?"

"Yeah! I've already had my wine cooler and now I'm about to take my first ever shot of tequila."

Quinn leaned into my ear. "She's drunk off that?"

I couldn't help but laugh, but this part is my favourite. "No. I've been spiking her orange juice for the last hour. She's on the hard stuff now. Vodka." I was whispering so only Quinn could hear me. "So come on and lets do these shots."

"Yeah." Rachel practically screamed. "Let's do them." I absolutely love this side of Berry. She's actually making me laugh. Not because of her clothes or her face, but making me laugh because she's funny. I grabbed another two shot glasses for Quinn filling them with the strong liquid. I poured salt on our hands ready to start.

"What's the salt for?" Of course she won't know what it's four she's never done them before. But I can't be bothered to explain.

"Just lick it."

"But why?"

"Just do it, bitch." I shook my head laughing at the girl. "Oh and that reminds me." I turned my attention to Quinn. "I have a gift for you. So on the count of three you lick the salt from your hand and down your shots. Ready?"

"Ready." They both say together.

"One…two…three!" I quickly licked the salt and downed the first shot. I gagged a little at the taste. It was awful. But I quickly recovered and down the second one slamming my glass onto the counter. I once again gagged at the taste, but it wasn't as bad as the first. Its not nice to taste, but it does the job.

"How about getting me a real drink now?" I nodded.

"Let me just go get your gift." I walked away from them and over to my fridge. I hope nobody's stolen it. I opene the door. Nope still there. I pulled out both bottles and walked back over to them, well Quinn because Rachel had disappeared. "Here." I handed her a bottle. "I saw it and thought of you."

"You bought me a wine called bitch?"

"Yeah! Do you like it?" She shook her head with a big smile plastered on her face. I'll take that as a yes.

"You're the bitch."

"I know." I pulled out the other bottle. "That's why I got me one too." I burst out into laughter. It wasn't really that funny, but I can't help it. it's like I've been smoking some weed or something. "Here." I handed her a re cup to fill up with her new drink. I grabbed my cup off the counter which already had something in. I took a sip. Vodka and coke.

"I can't believe you spiked Rachel's drink. You're so cruel."

"She left me no choice. She didn't know what she was going to be missing when she only asked for one wine cooler. But put it this way, if I hadn't of done it, someone else would have."

"Santana!" I'm popular tonight. "Is this your phone?" I groped at my tits where I normally keep my phone in my bra. Not there.

"Yeah it is."

"Brittany's calling."

I put down my cup of beer. "Quick give it here." I took the phone out of, um, whoevers hand it was. I don't even think I know him. Looks like word got around well about this party. "Hello?" I said into the phone. My ringtone went off in my ear. I forgot to press answer so I pressed it. "Hello?" I repeat. I got no reply. I pulled my phone away from my ear and looked at the screen. I'm definitely on the phone to her. Doesn't help that I can't hear her because of all the noise in the house, especially the music. "Britt, hold on okay. I'm just gonna go outside so I can hear you."

I pushed my way through the little crowed that was gathered in the kitchen to the back door. I shut the door behind me and walked down to the pool sitting on the ledge. "Hello?" I say once more.

"Hey." I hear the soft voice on the other line say. At least I can hear her now. "Are you having a party?"

"No."

"Are you having one?"

"Would you believe me if I said no?"

"No I wouldn't because I could hear all the people shouting and the music in the background. Plus you sound like you've been drinking."

"Then yes, I am having a party. And a pretty good one to be honest. Would be better if you were here with me though. So what are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing. Yet. I was just driving and pulled over to call you back. I was driving again when you called."

"Britt that was at like one o'clock. How long have you been driving for?" I laughed. It's the alcohol. "So where are you heading if you're driving at like nine-thirty?"

"Home." She sounded a little too excited to be going home. She must be exhausted after a long day at the studio. "I should be there in ten minutes."

"Long day huh?"

"Yeah, and boring. I've been alone all day."

"I'm always bored now without you being here. I've had no fun. If you know what I mean." I said the last part in a husky voice letting her know what I meant by my statement.

"Maybe you should get out more."

"Not that sort of fun Br-"

"San I've got to go." Every time I get a chance to speak to her, we never get to speak for long. It's really stating to put a downer on me. She's always so busy.

"Can you not chat a little longer? I've missed you're voice."

"No, I have to get going. I'll see you soon. Love you." I didn't get a chance to say I love you back, she'd already hung up.

I made my way back up the garden and back into the house. I grabbed a fresh bottle of beer, opened it up and poured it into my now empty cup. Some fucker drank it whilst I was gone. I carefully hopped onto the counter next to where Quinn was still standing.

"Rachel's drunk." I looked in Quinn's eye sight, but I couldn't see.

"Really? How drunk are we talking?"

"The kind of drunk where she can down multiple shots and not even gag." Well looks like we're going to have a hungover Rachel Berry in the morning."

"Do you have any straws? It keeps dribbling out the sides."

"Shit! I forgot the straws." I knew I forgot something.

"Doesn't matter. Come on we'll do more shots. You pour them."

I slid off the counter and poured us both a shot. "One…two…three!" We both downed the shot slamming our little glasses onto the counter. I could still taste the burn as it slid down my throat.

"Santana."

I could just make out that someone had said my name. I spun around to face who it was. My eyes widened. What the...

"What are you doing here?"

Dun du dun. Is the patry over? Let me know what you thought of this chapter in a review. after all, i have stayed up til 2:28 am to get this done for you. Until next time.