Chapter 11:
La Med
The New York air is crisp and cold, the reason why everyone has a scarf around their neck, a coat on their back and a coffee in their hand. The typical New York winter was upon us faster than usual, probably Global Warming. Al Gore wouldn't be too happy about that... But I couldn't really care less right now because I'm literally a block away from Britt's apartment. I know it's not a REAL date, but by the feeling of my butterflies that are currently having the 74th annual Hunger Games in my stomach right now, I'd say it feels like a date. Okay, here's Brittany's door. Shit! Fucking shit... What if she doesn't wanna see me? Reese's conversation is getting to me! You know what... Play it cool Lopez, you're the shit up in this bitch and you know it! Plus Reese is probably wrong! It's only Britt Britt, you're best friend... Oh fuck who am I kidding? This little crush as escalated into full on, as Puck would say, lez-be-honest love. Oh my god... I'm the definition of pathetic! This sudden realization didn't help my butterflies calm one bit down, especially now that I rang the door bell, the door is on the verge of opening and I'm caught with the sight of...
"Oh look who it is? It's the Hispanic chick that works at Taco Bell!" Oh my god, are you fucking kidding me! This asshole? In that instant my whole demeanour changed.
"Oh look who it is? The man of every girl's nightmare!" I rolled my eyes. "You know what? Do us all a favour and stay there, Freddy Kruger." I tilt my head to the side as I look at his red and white striped shirt. "You know, if Freddy Kruger was a Disney character."
"I can't believe you have the decency to come here after you broke my sister's nose and now she's scarred for life!" He huffed. "You know I don't know what Brittany sees in you..." Charlie said as an after thought.
"Well if I had a face like hers I would be medically unstable too plus she had to go trade her old nose anyway, what I did to her was a favor." I folded my arms as he stood in the doorway doing the same. "What Brittany sees in me? You know I should be asking you that question."
"Be asking who that question?" Brittany's voice floated out from behind Charlie. "Hey, babe." She put her arms around Charlie's mid section and kissed him on his cheek. The only thing that was going through my head was: BARF! "Hey, San." She gave me a sweet smile that I felt was only reserved for me.
"Hey, Britt Britt." I stuck my hands in my pocket, suddenly feeling that nervousness again.
"So what you doing here?" Charlie asked with a slight frustrated tone. Asshole alert.
"I'm here to fetch Britt for our movie date..." I started feeling smug once I said the word 'date'. Is that weird?
"Well she can't go, too bad. Go home."
"Wait, what?"
"Yeah... I meant to call you, San." Meant to call me? What The Freaking Fuck? "I have to go to this family dinner with Charlie." She said as she stood infront of Charlie and made her way her nearer to me.
Fuck, Reese was right!
"Charlie, why don't you be a good little boy and go inside." I snapped at the brown haired man behind Brittany and surprisingly enough he scurried inside probably because he saw the fire behind my eyes which was never a good thing.
"Are you freaking kidding me, Britt?" I was pissed. "You could've called and saved me the fucking time freezing my ass off!" I don't know why I snapped I just... Did maybe it was Charlie getting on my last nerve? Maybe this was my heart starting to break when Brittany chose him over me? Yeah, I think it's the former.
"Santana, I'm sorry. I wasn't thin-"
"You know what? It's fine." You know when girls say they're fine, they really me 'No, it's really not fine. You're in so much shit its unbelievable!' "I'm going home." With that I turned around and without a look back, I started walking in the direction I first came. I'm starting to wonder is this friendship worth me getting constantly hurt over and over again... Is Brittany worth it?
With that thought I felt someone tugging on my wrist and I, on instinct, turned around and got thrown into Brittany's apologetic powder blue eyes.
"I'm sorry. I know you were looking forward to our movie date..." It's true, we've been talking non-stop since I apparently brought it up in my drunken state. "But Charlie brought up this family thing like a few days ago and I kinda..." She encircled her hand around my other wrist. "Forgot about it." She looked up at me and an apologetic smile curved her thin lips. She forgot about it, she forgot about our movie date, she forgot about me...
"That's fine, Britt, but I still have to go." I wriggled out of Brittany's grasp and took a few steps back. I was being a bitch I know but I just...its just this conversation I had with Reese this morning keeps on gnawing at me.
Flashback
"You're getting too excited about this 'date', San." Reese said as we walked in and around Central Park.
"I know this isn't an actual date, but..." I smiled when I thought of Britt. "It feels like it."
"But it's not." She brought me down to earth. "You're living in this fairytale where Brittany's the damsel in distress and you're her knight and shining armor, but the thing about fairytales are that..."
"They're not true."
"I can see how you like Brittany. I understand, she's beautiful, she's sweet and-"
"She's everything that's good in this miserable, stinking world."
"Well yeah, from what you told me, she is, but remember..." Reese stopped infront of me. "Don't make her you're everything, when to her you're nothing."
"But I'm not nothing, that's the problem, Ree!" I said with a weak voice. I hate feeling like this...
"That might be true..." Reese scratched her head. "But let me rephrase it this way. Will you let your heart break everyday knowing that Brittany loves someone else the way you love her?"
And with those words I came to a sudden holt. I couldn't answer that question. My heart just became (slightly) whole again after Stacey and now here I am again, putting my heart on a line, for what exactly? Hoping and praying Britt could see me the way I see her? Mercedes said that one in every 10 people are gay, but those odds are not in my favor, the risk is too big.
End of Flashback
"San?"
"What, Brittany?" I cocked my eyebrow at her challengingly. "Shouldn't you be with Charlie?" I said bitterly as I nodded to the dark brown door behind her.
"Don't be like that, San."
"Be like what?"
"Be like this!" She pointed to the area around me. "Angry... At me."
"I have to go." I shut Brittany out and made the long and cold journey home.
"God, I need a drink!" Was the first thing I shouted to the apartment when I came home. I threw my coat on the couch and slumped my way up the stairs to my room. I made my way to the side of my bed and bent down on my knees and got the emergency bottle of Smirnoff vodka hidden under my bed. I open the bottle urgently and took a few big gulps. I need to go out, I need to party, I need to get my mind of Britt... Suddenly an idea pops into my head and I get out my phone and type out a message.
To Pucker-saurus From Santana. Friday, 05:41pm
We going out 2nite.
From Pucker-saurus To Santana. Friday, 05:44pm
La Med?
To Pucker-saurus From Santana. Friday, 05:48pm
Definitely! ;) Pick me up at 10.
I took another gulp of the liquid as threw my BlackBerry on the bed, I'm so glad Puck didn't ask questions. The cold liquid burnt down my throat and damn that felt good... My head started to spin and I needed to lie down. Okay maybe drinking more than half a bottle of vodka in less than 10 minutes wasn't that good of an idea, but I really didn't give a fuck, it felt good...
2 Hours Later
What the fuck? Why does my head hurt? I grudgingly open my eyes and see a clump of blonde hair on my shoulder. Brittany? Oh my god... What did I do? I put my hand on my head, it was pounding a bit. The blonde hair person moved in my arms and that's when I realized that this person was considerably...smaller?
"Aunty Tana?" Beth? "Aunty Tana..." Beth poked my boob with her finger.
"Urrrrh... Yes?"
"Are you alright?"
"Yes..." I kissed her on the top of her head. "I am. Why would you ask that honey?"
"Besides the fact that you smell like a brewery..." Quinn hinted from edge of my bed and I rolled my eyes at her comment.
"C'mon, Beth. Let's go to mommy." I got up weakly, picked Beth up from my bed and gave her to Q.
"We're not done talking about why I found that bottle of vodka..." She nudged her head to the quarter bottle of vodka next to me, on the floor. "On your nightstand." And with that she went down stairs to occupy Beth with her toys.
Suddenly I felt a vibration, vibrating through the bed. "¿Qué carajo?" (What the fuck?) I whisper loudly. I narrow my eyes so I can find where the vibration comes from and the light was too bright. I search hopes of finding something so when my hand touches hard plastic under my pillow I get the urge to face palm myself. My BlackBerry buzzed again and I pulled it out under my pillow to see what notification I have.
From Wheezy To Santana. Friday, 08:28pm.
Awwww HELL TO THA NO! I heard 4rm Mia that ur partying at La Med! Without us? No chica, it doesn't work like that! We'll be there at 11.
What the? How the fuck did Cedes know? HOLD UP! I told Mia? Urghhhh... My head is pounding so much I couldn't care less! I glance at my phone and see the time 08:44pm, shit! I need to sober up and get ready for tonight! I scramble up to my feet and wobble my way to the shower. I look at the phone in my hand as I put on the shower, my wallpaper is a photo of me and Britt at the park... My mind wonders back to Brittany and a pang of guilt struck through my heart. I shake my head. I definitely need to go out and forget about how shitty I feel.
An hour later I was with Puck in his Escalade, minutes away from La Med, fake ID in hand and looking hot as EVER! Rocking the black and red look. Black eyeliner, red lips, short red dress and black platform heels. It was simple but perfect and how do I know that? When I stepped out of my room Quinn's jaw literally dropped and when Puck picked me up, he literally fell out of his car when he opened the door and all I did was smirk. I was sexy and I knew it!
Puck parked his car, we got out and seeing as Puck knew the bouncer, we went to the front of the long ass line. He checked our ID's and let us through the velvet rope. Saying the club was packed was an understatement, strobe light were flickering, bodies were gyrating, sweat dripped from every crevice a human had (and seeing that was kinda disgusting), drinks flowed like there was no tomorrow and music was pumping from the speakers. Tonight was gonna be a good night...
"You want a drink?" Puck whispered loudly in my ear as we made our way pass the glistening bodies to the bar.
"Sure."
"Yo' can I have a beer and a 'Sex On The Beach'" He winked my way and I rolled my eyes, but let out a chuckle. He paid for the drinks and got us a booth in the V.I.P section. God, I loved that Puck knew people.
"So, when are your girls coming?
"They said about 11..." I look at my watch, its 10:50pm
So we sat there sipping on our drinks and having a chilled convo until my girls came in. Jazmine, Mia Cedes, Marissa, Chandre, Sherry, Kurt and his boyfriend Blaine. I waved to get their attention, their eyes looked in my direction and they smiled and made their way to the V.I.P section.
"Hey, gurl!" Mercedes looked at me up and down as she sat next to me. "Damn you look HOT!"
"Oh fuck me sideways!" Mia shouted at me as her eyes lingered on my boobs.
"My eyes are up here!" I said playfully as our whole group chuckled.
"If I wasn't gay, I'd be drowning in drool right now." Kurt cocked his eyebrows at his boyfriend, giving him a sceptical look. "What?" Kurt shook his head and looked at me.
"You look beautiful." He clapped his hands in the gayest way possible. "Devil in a red dress!" Everyone hummed out in agreement.
"Thanks Lady Hummel." I kissed him on each of his cheeks. "You don't look so bad yourself, I see Young Burt Reynolds has rubbed off on you." I picked at his purple bow tie.
"Okay, okay...SHOTS!" Jazmine screamed loudly and we all started making our way out of the VIP section to the bar as a club mix of Beyoncé song 'Freakum Dress' started pounding through the speakers and me and my girls starting to sing with.
"To be or not to be?" Me and Mia strutted to the bar with our girls behind us. "Not!"
"Hold Up! Bring the beat back." The beat stopped and climbed back up again.
"Stop, I ain't ready yet!" Mercedes sang with her Mariah hand.
"Wait, let me fix my hair! (yes, yes)" Jazmine and Chandre echoed as Puck laughed as all of us ruffled our hair. "Yes mam (yes mam)"
"I think I'm ready,
Been locked up in the house way too long.
It's time to get it,
Cause once again he's out doing wrong,
And my girls are so real."
I turned my head and saw all my girls smiling at me.
"Said it's been a minute since I had some
He's been acting up,
But he won't be the only one!"
I wink at Puck who looks at us in awe. We probably look fucking awesome because I swear we look like we're in a music video with all the strobe lights, smoke machines and guys drooling over us and girls glaring at us.
"(Oh) Cause when he acts wrong
(Oh) that's when you put it on,
(Oh) Been on him up tight
(Oh) this is your song
(Oh) Hold out your back
(Oh) time to impress
(Oh) Pull out your freakum dress!"
Everyone parted way for us like I was Moses parting the red sea. I showed my smirk and I heard Kurt laughing faintly behind us.
"Oh put your freakum dress on
Oh put your freakum dress on
Oh put your freakum dress on
Oh put your freakum dress on
Oh Every woman got one,
Oh Shut it down when the time's come
Oh Pull out the big gun
Oh and put your freakum dress on!"
We made our way to the bar and all the bartenders all had their mouths open, guys AND girls.
"Soon as you saw me..." I winked at the bartender who was in front of us. "Turned on by how the dress was fitting right." All the guys chilling by the bar turned their heads to us, checking us out.
"Short and backless (backless, backless)" Jazmine, Sherry and Mia shimmied their asses showing off their dresses. "See my silhouette in the moonlight."
"Such an attraction..."
"Do you think we could have a couple of shots?" I seductively asked the bartender in his black pants and white shirt with a black waist coat and the word 'La Med' stitched in red on its chest.
"Keep telling me how my outfit's so nice
Little did he know,
Ha! My man gonna take it off tonight!"
"Uhmmm..." He chuckled nervously. "S-su-sure."
"(Oh) Cause when he act up
(Oh) that's when you put it on,
(Oh) Been on him up tight
(Oh) this is your song
(Oh) Hold out your back
(Oh) time to impress
(Oh) Pull out your freakum dress!"
He lined up about 20 shots glasses, 2 infront of each of us and poured out a sticky blue liquid in the 1st shot glasses and a transparent one in the second.
"Oh put your freakum dress on
Oh put your freakum dress on
Oh put your freakum dress on
Oh put your freakum dress on
Oh Every woman got one
Oh Shut it down when the time's come
Oh Pull out the big gun
Oh and put your freakum dress on!"
"Bottoms up!" Puck shouted as we all took both shots in rapid succession.
"All the ladies (oh) you with this
and you're dressed up in your dresses,
and you're bestest with no reason?
Get ready to freak 'em, freak 'em!"
We went to the start to make our way to the dance floor and I grabbed the first cute guy to dance with. Hey, I might be totally on the girl side on the spectrum, but that doesn't mean I fucking despise guys, I just like to tease.
"When you put it on it's an invitation,
When they play your the song get on up and shake it,
Work it out on your man you don't have to waste it,
Spin it all around then take it to the ground and [2x]"
All the girls were grinding up on the guys, Kurt and Blaine were chilling in the far corner of the club, Puckerman was missing, probably with his next victim. He might have a girlfriend but that doesn't stop him from having a lil' fun.
"(Oh) Cause when he acts wrong (Oh) that's when you put it on,
(Oh) Been on him up tight (Oh) this is your song
(Oh) Hold out your back (Oh) time to impress
(Oh) Pull out your freakum dress."
I dropped it to the floor when the beat stopped and brought is back up when Beyoncé's voice flowed out:
"Oh put your freakum dress on
Oh put your freakum dress on
Oh put your freakum dress on
Oh put your freakum dress on
Oh Every woman got one
Oh Shut it down when the time's come
Oh Pull out the big gun
Oh and put your freakum dress on"
I could feel the bugle in his pants grow a bit and I couldn't help but let out a little chuckle. He wasn't getting on my rambunctious twins tonight.
"Ladies look here,
When you been with your man for a long time (oh)
Every now and then you gotta go back in the closet and pull out that freakum dress (oh) uh!"
His hands were around my hips as my temperature rose from the dancing and alcohol... Well mostly from the alcohol.
"I got my freakum dress on,
I got my freakum dress on
(oh) I got my freakum dress on,
I got my freakum dress on (oh!)"
As the beat switched into another rhythm, a different song started. I wriggled out of the dirty blonde haired's grasp and started walking to the bar. He quickly caught up and put his hand on my shoulder and I turned around.
"Hey, can I buy you a drink..." He smiled slightly and his blue-ish grey eyes sparkled. "Or you know... Get your number?"
"Yes, to the drink, but no to the number." He's smiled faltered. "I'm not into guys." I reassured him and placed my hand lightly on his blue shirt that was rolled up at his arms.
"Okay, that's cool." He shuffled his feet in defeat. "But can I still buy you a drink?" He asked hopefully and his broad chest raised up.
"Sure." What's the hurt in having him buy me a drink? We went to the bar and he ordered himself a beer and I ordered a vodkatini.
"So..." He took a sip of his Budweiser. "What's your name?"
"I'm Santana." I brought out my hand and he shook it. "And you are?"
"I'm Aaron." He smiled politely. "Nice to meet you."
For the next 20 minutes me and Aaron kept talking, conversation flowed easily between us and he didn't worry about me being gay, he even made jokes about it. He was like Puck, but he was more of the typical 'All American Golden Boy'. He had shaggy dirty blonde hair, a cute face, a body of a football player and the charm of a gentleman. He looked like a cuter version of Kellan Lutz. If I wasn't gay, I'd totally be on that seeing as I have a thing for blondes...
"So what do you do?" I asked curiously as I nursed the start of my 3rd vodkatini.
"I'm a lawyer." I raised my eyebrow and looked at him ridiculously. He looked like the pretty boy type. "I know I don't look like the 'lawyer' type." He laughed heartily as he scratched his head shyly. The actions he did reminded me of Britt, but I tried my hardest to push this to the back of my mind.
"You definitely don't! But I think it's cool that you're not just a pretty face." He blushed profusely.
"So what do you do?" He tried to change the subject.
"Me?"
"Yeah, you."
"Uhmmm... I work occasionally at this diner but I study at NYU. I'm actually top of my class." I said proudly.
"That's really cool..." He praised, but I tried to shrug it off as nothing. I can't help it if I'm awesome.
"Hey, Sanny." My smile fell from my face. Stacey. "I never thought you would get with a guy, I thought you were strictly girl." She looked at Aaron who looked back at her curiously. He was probably thinking 'Who the fuck is this?'
"She is." Aaron said firmly. "I'm just a friend." He smiled at me and that made me feel a little bit more comfortable in this awkward situation.
"What you doing here, Stacey?"
"I came to party, New York's nightlife's much more glamorous than London's." She said with that fucking accent guys would die for.
"You know what I mean, Stace!" I let her nickname slip. Fuck!
"I just came here to have a good time." She said weakly. Okay, I'm not use to seeing her like this. "Can we talk?" She looked to me then to Aaron.
"Are you sure?" He asked me after I nodded slightly to Stacey's question.
"Yeah. It's good, Aaron." I smiled at him, reassuring him that it's really okay.
"I'll see you later." He knocked his beer lightly with my vodkatini.
"You know where to find me!" I shouted back to him as he made his way past me. He smiled and raised his beer in acknowledgment as he disappeared into the crowd.
Stacey looked at me nervously when I looked at her again. "C'mon. Let's go to a booth." I walked to the VIP section where me, Puck and the other girls were less an hour earlier. The bouncer at the VIP section recognized me, but his eyes were defensive when she saw Stacey, who was behind me.
"Don't worry, she's with me." I smiled at him as he nodded and he lifted the velvet rope to the VIP section.
"Ooooh VIP section. Awesome!" She said giddily and it reminded me of the girl I first fell in love with.
"I know friends in high places." I said mocking seriousness and she turned around and laughed.
"I bet you do, Sanny." She smiled adoringly at me.
"So..." I coughed awkwardly. She's not supposed to smiled at me like that! "What did you wanna talk to me about?" Me and her sat down on the deep purple couches that were placed on the balcony overlooking the dancefloor.
"Us." She said firmly. "Santana. I miss you..." She trailed off. This IS NOT happening. I've never thought I'd hear those words ever again. "And I want us to be together again." Wait, what?
"Are you kidding me?" I look at her like she had 3 heads. "Who put you up to this? Ian? Or Steven or one of those idiots back home?" I got up and made my way to the VIP bar which was literally 5 steps away from us.
"Scotch. Make it a double." I said to the bartender and he made my drink quickly and set it infront of me.
"I'm serious, San." She put her hand on her hand on my shoulder and turned me around after I drank my Scotch in one gulp. "You know, you're not old enough to drink." She whispered softly so that no one could hear.
"Neither are you."
"Well if you won't tell, I won't." She said with a flirty tone.
"Deal." I smiled back at her flirtatiously. Okay, I never thought this is how my night will turn out. Flirting with my the girl who broke my heart to the point of unrecognition was definitely not on my agenda.
"In all seriousness, Santana..." She took my hands and brought me over to the couch and sat me down. My hands still in hers, and I felt that familiar warmth she constantly had. "I do really miss you, but I know it doesn't seem like it seeing as I treated you like shit and-"
"Understatement of the fucking century, Stace." I cut her off.
"I know, I know." She squeezed my hands tighter. "I regret it everyday and when I bumped into you the other day, I thought I could make everything right. Then you started shouting at me and saying these hateful things and I didn't know what to do... Maybe I was just jealous that you were with that beautiful blonde." Why did she HAVE to bring Britt up?
"Her name's Brittany..." I shook my head. "You know how long I've waited for you to hear that?" She looked at me and answered 'no' "I've waited for the past year..." She smiled hopefully. "but that was then, this is now. I'm not the same girl."
"I can see that." She checked me out quickly and I blushed under her gaze.
"I-I..." I splattered out. "I can't go back and forget everything. Mainly because I'm starting to feel the effects of the alcohol and its giving this confidence I never knew I had around you, but I wanna move forward."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I missed my best friend" Out of nowhere she hugged me tightly and I hesitantly put my arms around my waist.
"Thank you, Sanny." She whispered in my ear. "Okay... We need to celebrate!" She let go of me and went over to the bar and got two shot glasses.
"What's in this?" I looked at the shot glass curiously as the black liquid oozed into a navy color.
"I don't know." She shrugged, took a shot, and she shivered slightly when the dark liquid went down her throat. "But it tastes really good!" She licked her pink lips. "Try it." I look at her and then the shot glass in her hand.
"Why not?" I take the shot and feel the liquid burn my throat in a soothing way. It was like a burst of raspberry and cheery exploded in my mouth and she was right, it tastes good!
"How does it taste?" She smirked at me as I moaned quietly. "Let's go dance!"
She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dance floor. She put her hands around my neck and instantly I put my arms around her waist and pull her closer as a Nicki Minaj mix started to play.
3rd Person POV
When Aaron left Santana and Stacey, he went directly to the exit, with Budweiser in hand, trying to look for signal since his iPhone 4s wasn't getting any. He stood outside and finally got full signal. He dialed a number and put the phone to his ear.
"Hey, where are you?" He spoke into the receiver.
"We're literally in the parking lot, Aaron." A female voice chuckle over the phone.
"I gave the bouncer your names so just walk to the front of the line, 'kay?"
"Yes, big bro." She rolled her eyes playfully at her big brother even though he couldn't see.
"I'll see you inside, Britt." He smiled over the phone and hung up after a goodbye from each end.
Brittany and Charlie walked to Aaron who was sitting in one of the booth on the edge of the dance floor.
"Aaron!" Brittany shouted and gave her brother a tight hug and she never wanted to let go.
"Hey, Brittany." Aaron squeezed his sister lovingly then let go.
"Hi, Aaron." Charlie said in a cheery voice as Aaron put his sister down.
"Whatsup?" He nodded his head in acknowledgment to his future brother-in-law.
The thing is about Aaron is that he knew Charlie was a slimy bastard just like his father, Charles Bartholomew Channing II, but since he made his Brittany happy, he didn't mind. It's just that he was always on the look out, keeping him in check, but Brittany asked for him to be nice, so this was him being nice.
"So what did you do while we got ready?" Brittany asked as she got into the secluded booth with Charlie following her in behind her.
"Nothing much, I just got to know this chick." Aaron thought back to his new friend and smiled.
"Oh really?" She said with a smile on her face and a cocked eyebrow. "So... Did you get her number?" Aaron let out a chuckle.
"Uhmmm... No."
"Why not?" She asked confused. Her brother was really handsome and he could charm the pants of anyone it's just that he had... Trust issues.
"I wasn't her type."
"But you guys talked?"
"Yeah... We did. We had this really long conversation about nothing and everything." Brittany thought about Santana and how it was exactly the same with her.
She felt guilty about the whole mornings ordeal. Charlie came over last night and wined and dined me. He slept over and he made me breakfast and he was really romantic, something he hasn't been in the last few days, so when Santana came to her door reminding her that the were supposed to go watch movies together, she completely forgot. She was so wrapped up in her own daze that, she left her best friend out in the cold. Literally. Brittany tried to text and call Santana over and over, but she just wouldn't pick up. When she went to Charlie's family dinner, she plastered on a fake smile, politely answered their questions and got through the dinner, but Aaron knew something was wrong with his sister. He was watching her all night, so when he suggested that they all go to La Med she jumped at the chance. Aaron knew that the only thing that truly made Britt happening was dancing.
"Okay... So tell me what's she like?"
"She's a Latina. She has tanned skin, dark brown eyes, black hair, she's a shorter than, maybe 5'6 without the heels with a beautiful smile." Aaron gushed about his new friend and Brittany smiled lovingly at her brother. Then something flashed behind Brittany's eyes, everything her brother described about this wonderful Latina he met was an exact match to Santana... Maybe she was thinking about Santana too much and now she's thinking too much about this thing.
"She sounds awesome!"
"Yeah, she is." Aaron looked at his sister that was smiling broadly. "Friend that is, Britt." He said honestly.
"Red one
Let's go to the beach, each
Let's go get away
They say, what they gonna say?
Have a drink, clink, found the Bud Light
Bad bitches like me, is hard to come by
The Patrón, own, let's go get it on
The zone, own, yes I'm in the zone
Is it two, three, leave a good tip
I'ma blow all my money and don't give two shits"
Santana and Stacey sang together Nicki Minaj's song Starships. They were both tipsy out of their minds and all they wanted to do is celebrate their re-kindled friendship.
"I'm on the floor, floor
I love to dance
So give me more, more, 'til I can't stand
Get on the floor, floor
Like it's your last chance
If you want more, more
Then here I am!"
Stacey had her arms around Santana's neck as they were dancing around, laughing like they've never been apart.
"Starships were meant to fly
Hands up and touch the sky
Can't stop 'cause we're so high
Let's do this one more time
Starships were meant to fly
Hands up and touch the sky
Let's do this one last time
Can't stop..."
When the beat stopped again, Stacey and Santana shouted: "We're higher than a motherfucker!"
"Jump in my hooptie hooptie hoop
I own that
And I ain't paying my rent this month
I owe that
But fuck who you want, and fuck who you like
That's our life, there's no end in sight
Twinkle, twinkle little star."
Stacey turned around in Santana's arms and her back was now to Santana's front. Stacey couldn't stop herself and started subconsciously grinding into her ex-girlfriend.
"Now everybody let me hear you say ray ray ray
Now spend all your money cause today pay day
And if you're a G, you a G, G, G
My name is Onika, you can call me Nicki!"
The alcohol went to Santana's head, so instead of putting distance between them, like she knows she should've done, she pulls her closer with her arms around Stacey's waist.
"Get on the floor, floor
Like it's your last chance
If you want more, more
Then here I am.
Starships were meant to fly
Hands up and touch the sky
Can't stop 'cause we're so high
Let's do this one more time
Starships were meant to fly
Hands up and touch the sky
Let's do this one last time
Can't stop..."
(We're higher than a motherfucker) [x3]
Santana and Stacey were furiously grinding on each other, the delicious friction they were creating was almost too much for them to handle and at that moment everything around them blurred out.
"Aaron, I wanna go dance!" Brittany whined at her brother as he chuckled at his sister's eagerness.
"Okay, c'mon!" He put his beer down and glanced at Charlie who was busy on his iPhone. "Let's go."
"Get on the floor, floor
Like it's your last chance
If you want more, more
Then here I am.
Starships were meant to fly
Hands up and touch the sky
Can't stop 'cause we're so high
Let's do this one more time"
Brittany and Aaron made their way to the middle of the dancefloor and Brittany immediately relax as she was completely in her element.
"So I don't understand why she didn't want your number, I mean you're everyone's type." Brittany put her arms around her brother and shouted in his ear over the music.
"She likes girls." Aaron offered up to he's sister.
"Oh, so…." Brittany said a small bit uncomfortably. "What's this mysterious girl's name?"
"Starships were meant to fly
Hands up and touch the sky
Let's do this one last time
Can't stop...
(We're higher than a motherfucker) [x3]"
"Her name's Santana." She froze instantly when her best friend's name left her brother's lips.
"Starships were meant to fly
Hands up and touch the sky
Can't stop 'cause we're so high
Let's do this one more time."
"Speaking of her, there she is!" Aaron pointed to Stacey and Santana who's faces were considerably close.
"Starships were meant to fly
Hands up and touch the sky
Let's do this one last time
Can't stop..."
"San?" Brittany whispered as she saw her best friend's lips touch another girl's. "Oh my god…"
"(We're higher than a motherfucker) [x3]"
Just then the DJ mixed to another beat of Nicki Minaj, this time it was 'Pound The Alarm'
"Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down"
Santana couldn't stop, she just couldn't stop especially now that Stacey's tongue was wrestling with her own. She missed this feeling, this feeling of being wanted by someone she (once) wanted back.
"Yo, what I gotta do to show these girls that I own them
Some call me nicki, and some call me roman
Skeeza, pleeza, I'm in Ibiza.
Giuseppe Zannotti my own sneaker
Sexy, sexy that's all I do
If you need a bad bitch
Let me call a few
Pumps on and them little mini skirts is out
I see some good girls, I'mma turn 'em out
Ok bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle
I'm a bad bitch, no muzzle, hey?
Bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle
I'm a bad bitch, no muzzle, let's go."
Santana had one thought in her mind 'Brittany didn't want her, she had Charlie' And with that thought, it spiked her desire by 125%.
"Music, makes me, high."
Stacey's hands were in her hair and Santana's hands were kneading Stacey's ass. They kept making out and only stopped when a few guys hollered and they noticed that all the guys in the immediate area's mouth were hanging open.
"Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor.
You know we getting hotter, and hotter"
Santana blushed instantly and buried her head in Stacey's shoulder for a second and when she looked up once again she saw 2 pairs of bright blue eyes looking at her, one in utter confusion and one with recognition.
Santana's POV
"Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down"
Brittany? ...And Aaron? Oh my god!
"Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!"
Brittany looked at me in confusion then hurt flashed behind her eyes. Aaron was looking from me to Brittany then to me again trying to find out why we're making eye contact in a packed club.
"I wanna do it for the night, night
So get me now, and knock this over
I wanna do it like you like, like
Come get me, baby we're not getting younger
I just want you tonight, night
Baby we won't do it for life"
Suddenly Brittany moved out of her brother's arms and disappeared into the crowd. My brain was in a daze and the only thing I knew I should do was go after Brittany and so, I did.
"Music, makes me, high"
I got out of Stacey's arms and went to the direction where Brittany went. I literally had tunnel vision on that direction so I didn't expect Aaron to show up infront of me at the edge of the dancefloor.
"What was that about, Santana?" He said laced with curiosity and confusion. "And how do you know my sister?"
His sister? That's just fucking great! Brittany is Aaron's sister? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! No wonder I couldn't stop thinking about her!
"You know that best friend I talked to you about, she doesn't know I'm into girls, she's engaged and I have a huge crush on her?" He nodded his head. That was one of the topics brought up in conversation. "Yeah, well apparently it's your sister."
"Wait, your Brittany's Santana?"
"Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down"
"Yeah, I guess I am." I said off handily as I looked for Brittany, then I saw a flash of blonde hair that I never could miss. Brittany was almost by the exit, with Charlie in hand.
"Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!"
"I fucking hate Charlie." I stated as me and Aaron started moving again.
"You and me both." Aaron said as we pushed bodies past us, trying to get to Britt. I could push bodies away fast enough because I was bordering drunk, but luckily Aaron was there.
"Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get hot, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down"
"San!" I turn around to find Sherry, Mercedes and Chandre standing a few feet away from me. "You need to come quick, Puck's getting into a fight!" She pointed to the small corner of the club where you could see a fight getting out of control.
"Pound the alarm!"
Shit!
"I-i..." I turn to Aaron who's eyes flickered from the fight to me.
"I'll go after Brittany..." He said as I was still having my inner battle. Brittany. Puck. Brittany. Brittany. Puck. Puck. Puck. Brittany. "Go!" He pushed me forward to my anxious friends and went of in the direction of the exit.
'Pound the alarm!'
Me and my girls ran to the corner of the club where fists were flying. I saw Puck being dragged back by 3 bouncers, but he made his way through them and got to the other guy, who was being held back by a bouncer. I've never seen Puck this angry in a while.
"Puck!" We got to him as he landed another punch to the other guy's face. He got pulled back again, but tried to push way out. This was like a scene of Jersey Shore and Puck was Ronnie.
Our whole group was standing around trying to calm Puck down, but it wasn't working. That's why they called me.
"Puckerman!" I shouted as the other guy tried to punch Puck but he was jerked backwards and almost fell on his back. "Noah!" I shouted at him. His head snapped to my side and he stopped trashing around and the bouncers told him to cool off outside. I made my way to the bouncers as they threw Puck out.
"What the fuck, Noah?" I shouted as we all came outside. He looked scruffy, his shirt was half tucked in, half tucked out of his pants even his Mohawk looked messed up, but when I saw his hand and how the skin on his knuckles started to come off and began to bleed, I freaked out. "Oh my god! Puck are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." He shook of the pain in his hand. "Let's go home." Puck said calmly and just walked off to the parking lot where his car was. Okay that was not strange at all!
"This has been one fucked up day..." I whisper to myself as I stand outside the club, running my hair through my damp hair as the cold wind of early morning tries to dry it.
A/N: YAY! I hoped you guys enjoyed this chapter, I think it's longer than my other's so… whoop whoop! This was kinda my birthday present to you guys since you guys gave me the best early birthday present ever! :D I got like 40 reviews! You guys are seriously fucking awesome…. You guys deserve the Naya Dance *Cyber Naya Dance* Okay.., speaking of Naya Rivera… has anyone seen the new Latina Cosmo? That photo shoot! Her ABS! Her smile! I died when I saw it oh Tumblr and yes indeed Naya DID cause a SEX RIOT! I'm glad she did that because on my birthday (The 25th) They were filming Nationals and I saw her walking with Matt Hodgson hand in hand and I was like (Mono tone voice): "Eww…". Okay Brittana news! I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY WAS SO AWESOME! I thought it was super cute, it wasn't even funny. But what I loved most was the BTS, where the HeYa moments so cute and cuddly they where rivalling the actual episode… BRITTANA IS ENDGAME! #'tBeHating because Brittana is the best! ;)
Xoxoxo
-A
P.S: Has anyone heard the 'Cell Block Tango' from Tuesday's episode? Isn't Naya/Santana's voice just pure sex? I dunno maybe it's just me, but all I know is that I can't wait for that scene on Tuesday! :D Oh and… 170 review before I update