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Santana POV

So here we are, stuck inside with no electricity. Brittany lies spread across my bed, taking up most of the space. If it were anyone else I would've complained, but with Brittany I just can't. She is absolutely the most genuine sweet person I have ever met, and even though we're just friends now, she still manages to calm me down. I'm grateful to have her in my life.

Honestly, I'm happy to have all these people in my life. I smile when look over at Rachel as she's talking to Quinn. Rachel can be a real pain in the ass, but I guess that goes both ways. When I just got out of the hospital she put up with all my crap. I still don't understand how she managed to do it, but I'm glad she did. Right now, I might not have my life sorted. But it's nice to know that some people will always have your back. Rachel knows I'd do the same for her.

And then there's Quinn. It's strange how just a week ago, we haven't exactly been on greatest terms. Yet now I'm starting to find myself thinking of her in ways that I really shouldn't. Luckily I'm good at hiding it, call it instinct whatever. Our friendship's been growing stronger and I don't want to scare her off by doing something stupid. I would never risk messing this up. No, simply because we've done that way too many times in the past.

I look back outside. It looks like we're not going anywhere anytime soon, and we have absolutely nothing to do. The first thing that comes to mind is food.

'So what did you guys bring?' I asked while I pointed at the bags of groceries. 'Aside from half the ocean,' I added as I was now looking at the floor.

Quinn's eyes followed my track, she let out a small chuckle as she also noticed the wet footsteps still imprinted on the carpet. 'Room service is gonna love this.'

Rachel shrugs. 'Guess we're just gonna have to be generous tippers.'

'Or you could just let me draw on your face again, considering the lady loved it the last time,' I reply with a smirk, subtly high fiving Brittany behind my back.

Rachel was less enthused with my suggestion. 'Yeah,' she huffed. 'Not a chance.'

I quickly look over at Quinn, playfully raising my eyebrow at her. 'Q, take one for the team? Tips are costly you know.'

She squints her eyes at me. 'I don't think so.'

Before I could answer she cut me off again. 'And if you even dare try I promise you will wake up with a work of art of your own.'

'So naïve…' I say as I shake my head at her. 'You can't, I'd notice. Mexican third eye remember?' I touch my forehead to emphasize my point.

'Oh right, how could I ever forget.' She rolls her eyes at me before a grin starts to appear on her face.

'So… tell me how your great mexican third eye didn't tell you where we hid your crutches?'

Crap.

'I… was hungry, I need food in my stomach for it to work.' It's true.

'Hmm-hmm.'

I threw her pillow back at her. 'Screw you.'

She lets out another chuckle before I decide to turn back to Rachel. 'So did you guys bring food or what?'

Rachel picked up the grocery bag and peeked inside. 'Let's see. We got bread… Coffee, but since the electricity's out we can't use the cooker… Grapes, apples…'

'I got chocolate,' Brittany happily interjected. 'And cookies.'

I proudly smile at her. 'Now that's the good stuff.'

Brittany throws us all a bar of chocolate.

'Thanks Britt,' Quinn gave her a smile.

'Now wait,' Rachel said as she held her hands up. 'I have something else in here that you'll like Santana.'

I frowned at her. I mean, what could she have brought? 'Spill Berry.'

She pulled out a familiar looking bottle. 'My little friend Jack Daniels.'

I started clapping. 'Brava Rachel, brava. That's what I'm talking about.'

'Go Rachel,' Quinn added with a grin.

'Awesome, we should play a game or something,' Brittany suggested.

We all took a moment to think of something. Rachel was the first to break the silence. A wide grin spreads across her face. 'Okay, how about… Never have I ever?'

'Even though I'm more of a truth or dare kinda gal, I like it,' I admit.

Quinn and Brittany also nodded.

'We only have one bottle though,' Quinn pointed out. 'Maybe if we run out of shots we could replace them with a dare.'

Brittany's eyes lit up. 'Oh my god, that would be so cool.'

'Great idea,' I say as I give her a thumbs up.

Rachel pulled some glasses out of the cabinet and hands them to us. We all sit at the ends of our beds facing each other. Brittany opens up the bottle and starts pouring the glasses.

'So who's up first?' Quinn asks.

Brittany and I both point at Rachel. 'It was your idea, so I think you should be first.'

Rachel nodded. 'Fair enough. Never have I ever… gone to jail.'

Nobody moved. I was the only one to take the shot.

'Can't say I'm surprised.' Quinn smirks at me, whereas Rachel seemed to be in shock.

'You've gone to jail? What'd you do!' She exclaims.

'Chill, it wasn't that bad. It was just for one night,' I tell her. 'I sort of went all Lima Heights on a police officer. I might've been drunk.'

They all let out a giggle. 'Yeah, so next up?' I ask in an attempt to stop them from picturing it.

Brittany refills my glass.

'Quinn?' Rachel starts. 'You go.'

Quinn agreed. 'Fine. Never have I ever... had sex in the backseat of a car.'

This time Brittany joined me with taking a shot. Quinn and Rachel both rolled their eyes. It obviously wasn't really a shock to anyone, so we simply continued.

Brittany went next. 'Never have I ever told my parents I wasn't a virgin.'

Now Quinn was the only one to take the shot.

'Wait, wha –'

Oh, right. Beth.

We all frowned at first, but then we realized – unless she convinced her parents she was this generation's holy mary – there's no way she could've kept it from them.

I shoot her an apologetic look.

She offers me a quick smile before pointing at me. 'Your turn, S.'

I could tell she was trying to deflect. But I know what it's like to not want to talk about something, so I just went along with it.

I had to admit, it was hard to think of something I'd never done. Lots of life experience, or simply sad? Either way I get to enjoy most of the whiskey.

'Never have I ever… belted out the chorus of a One Direction song.'

Yeah I directed that one at Rachel. Girl needs to take at least one shot.

Rachel slowly takes the shot, practically hiding behind her glass. Then I realized that she wasn't the only one. Both Brittany and Quinn took the shot.

I quirk my eyebrows at them. 'Really guys?'

Ouch. Then my conscience kicked in. I hesitated for a moment before I subtly cocked my head to the side and took the shot as well. I turn my head back to find the three of them staring at me with a grin.

'We will never speak about this again,' I say with a strict face, though none of us really lasted long before we burst out in laughter.

After a few rounds we ran out of shots. I think Rachel made it out the most sober, big fucking surprise. The rest of us was pretty much just buzzed.

It was Rachel's turn again. 'Never have I ever kissed a girl.'

So Rachel decided to go in for the kill. No beating around the bush, it was time for dares.

'What do you want us to do,' I answer for both Brittany and myself.

Rachel smiled contently. 'You two should…'

Before she could make up a dare Quinn interfered.

'Make that three.'

Whoa. What? I might be buzzed but I think Quinn just admitted she's kissed a girl before.

'You've kissed a girl?' Brittany asks. I'm glad she did, because I was too startled to ask the question myself. The thought of Quinn kissing a girl, I had to admit, it was incredibly hot. I couldn't help but let my mind wander off, until Quinn decided to answer.

'College,' she shrugged. 'It was just a little… experiment I guess. She was downright wasted, and I was tipsy and just a bit curious. After another round of shots it was pretty much inevitable.'

Did you like it? I wanted to ask her. But I didn't. I'm not going down this road.

I pretended like her confession didn't just put a thousand thoughts in my head, and I turned back at Rachel. 'So what do you want us three to do?'

'I dare you each, to find a cute guy or girl in this motel, and make out with them. But, I have to know you actually did it so you have to bring 'm here.'

'Piece of cake,' I reply.

Brittany smiled. 'Hell yeah, bring it.'

'Quinn?'

'Let's do it.'

And with that we were each off to find our victim as Rachel waited for us to return. I soon realize, alcohol and walking with crutches… Yeah, not a great match. It didn't take long for me to stumble and hit the ground.

'Fuck that hurts goddamnit,' I curse through gritted teeth while clenching my knee.

Quinn must've heard me because she kneeled down beside me in no time. 'Shit, you okay?'

'No, I fucking tripped!' I probably sounded more angry than I intended to, but Quinn just ignored it.

'Does it hurt bad?' She asks as she gently puts her hand on my knee, examining it.

Normally I would've flinched. Last time Rachel touched my knee I nearly bit her head off. I don't know if it was the alcohol or not, but I was struggling to keep myself from shuddering at her touch. Get it together Lopez. An awkward moment later I realized she was still waiting for an answer.

'It – It's already feeling better.'

'You sure?'

Her eyes met mine. 'Yeah…'

Suddenly we both hear footsteps. 'Hey, is everything alright here?'

Quinn quickly backed away as she realized how close we were.

We looked up to find some guy staring at us.

'I just heard someone cursing, sounded like you needed help. And you're on the floor, which kinda proves my point.'

Even though I play for the other team, I have to admit he was fairly good looking. Blond hair, deep brown eyes, not too shabby. A plan quickly pops into my head.

'Everything's fine. Just… fine…' I repeat, biting my lip as I let my eyes wander across his body, hoping I could reel him in for the dare. After all, guys are a lot easier.

He seems to have caught my drift. He walks over and offers me a hand. 'Here, let me help you up. Name's Josh by the way.'

See this is why I like girls. They're more of a challenge.

'Santana,' I introduce myself.

Then I hear Quinn clear her throat rather loudly. 'Yeah, hi there. I'm Quinn.'

'S – Sorry, hi Quinn.'

'Mine,' I subtly mouth to her.

She holds up her hands as if to say I can have him. 'I see you're okay here, so I'm going to continue my… search.' And with that she walked away.

I could've sworn she seemed jealous, but the alcohol's probably just blurring my mind. I mentally shake out the thought.

'So Josh. Are you familiar with truth or dare…'

I explained the dare to him, and like I expected, he followed me back to the room. Way too easy. Then again, if someone asked me to make out for a dare I also would've gladly obliged.

When I walk in I see Brittany had brought a guy with her. She was already making out with him. The guy wore a pair of glasses and his hair was pretty much all over the place. He looked rather dorky but somehow still rocked that geek chic.

'Nice going britt-britt,' I compliment her.

She detaches herself from his face, leaving him gasping for air. I offer her a little smirk.

Rachels turns to me. 'That's one down, two to go. Santana, introduce your lovely guest?'

'This is Josh.'

He waved. 'Nice to meet you.'

Without further ado I pull him in for a kiss. It wasn't bad. It was… fine. I guess. As I worked my magic I found my thoughts wandering off again. Alcohol does that. I wonder who Quinn's bringing.

A little while later I let go of Josh. He certainly seemed pleased. 'You should hit me up if you're bored again,' he joked.

It wasn't a bad guy, really. Just someone looking to have fun. And so was I, but obviously there was only one problem. 'Not on your team,' I stated.

'Shit, really?' For a moment he was taken aback, but then he quickly eased into a smile. 'Such a shame.'

I simply shrug.

'Well, you should still hit me up some time. My friends and I are having a bonfire at the beach later this week. You guys should come.'

'That sounds nice,' I reply. 'Maybe we will.'

I was trying to play it cool but Rachel obviously didn't care to do the same. 'Are you kidding me? A bonfire? We'll be there!'

Brittany nodded. 'Totally,' she added with a smile.

I shrugged again. 'I guess we're there.'

'I'll give you a heads up then!' Next he headed out the door. Brittany's guy awkwardly followed him out.

'Nice to meet you too!' I yell after him. Where the hell did she find this guy?

'Calvin's a little shy,' Brittany said with a giggle.

'I see.'

'So where's Quinn?' Rachel asked.

Good question.

Though before we knew it, Quinn entered the room with some dark-haired college boy. I guess we all figured they were the easiest targets.

'This is Emilio,' she said with a smile.

After introducing him she wasted no time and roughly pushed her lips against his, pulling him into a wild kiss. He didn't complain.

Even though the guy had only known her for five minutes, he'd already gotten to know a part of her that I hadn't. At first I didn't even realize I was doing it, but I was clenching my fists. I just wanted to push him aside and grab her myself.

This is so messed up.

When she pulled away from him I let out the breath I didn't even know I was holding. I was relieved, to say the least.

'Thanks for doing this,' she said to him.

This caused me frown. Why would she thank him? I mean, right, she asked him to come in for a dare, but if anything he's the one that should be happy some gorgeous girl randomly walked up to him and asked him to make out with her.

'Sure thing,' he answered with a wink. And with that he walked out of the room.

Wait a minute.

Rachel started applauding us. 'Well done girls.'

'Is he gay?' I asked, not bothering to take in Rachel's compliment.

Quinn gave me a surprised look. 'How'd you figure that out so fast?'

'Well, you thanked him. And… then there's the fact that he strutted out the door like a geisha.'

Quinn burst out in laughter.

'Right… Okay okay, but he was cute, right? So the dare still counts.'

We all nodded in agreement.

I have to say, I was relieved Emilio was gay. The thought of some horny frat boy groping her, it just makes me want to cringe. I realize this is all affecting me more than it should, and it's starting to scare me.

I want Quinn.

Note: Sooo, there you have it. Q and S each deal with their feelings a little differently. Quinn's still in denial whereas Santana knows exactly what she's feeling. What they have in common is that they both are good at hiding it. I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I'm honestly dying to get to the good stuff, but I don't want to risk messing this up by getting there too early you know. My question to you is, keep this pace or kick it up a notch?

Also, happy sunday!