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A/N: As always, you reviewers are crazy awesome. I wish I had more time to write constantly, but sadly I do not. Hope everyone likes the continuation of the girls' night out.

Chapter 25

Dirty Dancing and Screaming Orgasms

"Okay, my bitches," Santana said as she walked up to the table with a tray full of drinks in hand. Rachel had yet to return to the table and Santana noticed pretty quickly. "Don't tell me Berry pussied out already. We've been here like ten minutes. What the fuck?"

"She just went to make a phone call, relax," Tina implored.

"She have to call her Daddy?" Santana asked snidely. She was clearly in a bitchy mood.

"No," Tina responded, simply stating, "Her mom."

"Oh," Santana said flatly, realizing the implications. "Well, shit. Fuck me, right?"

No sooner had she said that than Rachel returned to the table to find a tray full of drinks sitting on it. Her eyes widened at the sight of all the glasses on it. "I was assured that we were only having one drink apiece to quote-unquote loosen up and have a good time. There are significantly more drinks here than are strictly necessary to that end."

"Okay, first of all," Santana responded, "I never agreed to this 'one drink' rule and I'm damn well not about to. Speaking of which," she fished her keys out of her purse and slapped them down on the table in front of Tina, "take care of my baby, T. Secondly," she began distributing glasses, putting a shot glass in front of all the other girls, several for herself, as well as larger mixed drinks, "Berry, T, you guys aren't practiced drinkers, so I gots you Vodka and Cranberry Juice to sip on all night, it's fruity and doesn't taste too much like booze, you'll like it, but before that we're gonna do a round of shots. No fucking arguing." She picked up one of her shots and held it aloft towards the center of the table. The other girls raised their shots similarly. "To one hell of a night."

"To one hell of a night," Brittany and Tina echoed.

"To one heck of a night," Rachel amended. The girls clinked their shot glasses together and then all four girls threw their shots back. Everyone but Rachel slammed their shot glasses down on the table. Rachel quickly picked up on the ritual and copied it a moment late. Santana and Brittany whooped in excitement. Tina pulled a sip on her drink to chase it down. Rachel spoke, "That was not all together disagreeable. What is this concoction called, Santana?"

"You want to do another one?" Santana offered one of the five shots still in front of her to the tiny diva sitting across from her.

"I am uncertain. I shouldn't get fully drunk tonight. I'll get in a great deal of trouble at home," Rachel said.

"Just one more," Santana said. "It won't be enough to get you drunk, not even your tiny ass. Then you can nurse your VC for an hour to maintain your buzz, we'll go get pancakes after, you'll be dry by the time Tina drops you home." Brittany squealed at the mention of pancakes.

"Will the cranberry juice help with the aftertaste?" Rachel asked, "Because that's becoming somewhat unpleasant."

"Yep, that's what it's for," Santana responded. "Only serious drinkers like yours truly go without some sort of chaser, but just sip it." Rachel nodded and silently accepted the offered shot glass. "B?" Santana offered one to her best friend. Brittany silently shook her head, sipping on her drink of choice, a pineapple daiquiri. "Tina's DD, so it's just you and me, Superstar." Santana raised another shot in Rachel's direction. Rachel lifted hers. "Since it's just you and me, let's dedicate this one to smokin fuckin hot ethnic brunettes everywhere."

Rachel smiled at the implied compliment and said, "Here here!" Once again, the girls clinked shot glasses together, knocked their shots back together, and slammed the glasses back to the table in scarily perfect synchronicity. Rachel took a sip of her mixed drink, Santana whooped once again.

"Look at you, drinking like a pro, Berry," Santana said, clearly feeling good. "This time next year, St. Patty's day, I'll have you doing Irish Car Bombs with me."

"I have no idea what that is," intoned Rachel, "but I most certainly will not be drinking it. That is an absolutely atrocious thing to name a beverage. Making light of terrorism is absolutely horrendous. What is this that you've had me enjoying? Is it perhaps named after an act of genocide?"

"RaeRae, relax," Brittany said, "Don't be 'angry girl drunk' okay. We're supposed to be having fun. San was just kidding about the Car Bomb, she can't even do one herself," Santana huffed at this, but didn't deny it, "only Puck can. Everybody else yaks."

"Very well, then. I am sorry for my outburst. I shall endeavor to maintain my composure for the duration of the evening." Rachel took another sip of her drink and caught the extremely amused expression on her quiet best friend's face. "What's so funny, Tina?"

"Oh, I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rachel implored.

"It means I know what these shots are called and I can't wait to see the look on your face when Santana tells you," Tina said with a smirk.

Rachel's face became stern as she looked back to the Latina across from her. "Santana?"

"Alright, Berry," Santana answered at length. "When you talk about this night, and I know that you will, you can call this 'The Night That Santana Lopez Gave You Not One but Two Screaming Orgasms.'"

"OhmydearLord," Rachel said as her face turned a shade of red rarely seen outside of stop signs. "On that note, I believe I need to visit the ladies' room," she continued as she stood up from the table.

"I'll go with," volunteered Brittany bounding up after her.

When they were clear of the table, Tina looked at Santana still laughing at Rachel's reaction and said, "Okay, that was hilarious as anything, but when she asks what was in these things, you might leave out that you just fed a vegan Bailey's Irish Cream. Twice."

"Pfft, they had non-dairy Irish Cream. I made sure of it," Santana said nonchalantly.

"You…wha… Seriously?" Tina was dumbfounded.

"Shit yes, I came to drink and dance and fucking have fun, not get a fucking thirty minute lecture on the horrors of animal cruelty from Princess Drama there."

"San flirts with people, RaeRae. That's just how she is. It's like impossible for her to just be nice, at least in public. It's just means you guys are just friends," Brittany clarified through the bathroom stall door.

"I understand that, Britt," Rachel said. She flushed the toilet and opened the stall door, walking to an unoccupied sink. "And if that's all it was, I wouldn't think anything of it. Sexual innuendo from Santana is practically de rigueur, at this point, but it's more than that. She is being nice to me. We hung out this week, and she was nice to me."

"Oh, I totally made her promise to be nice to you while me and Tina were out of town."

"Okay, but… we hung out. She could have maintained her promise to you and simply not talked to me this week. She and I spending the day together wasn't my idea. It was hers."

Brittany looked somewhat surprised at this revelation, but she resumed her smiling demeanor again quickly and said, "So then you guys are friends, like really friends, not just because of me and T? That's super cool."

"But she's friends with Tina and Quinn but she's not nice to them," Rachel pointed out. "She was actually nice to me, and as far as I can tell she's only ever actually nice to one other person: you."

"And me and San are friends," Brittany counterpointed.

"Okay, Brittany, this may be none of my business, in fact I'm certain it isn't and if you wish not to answer it, I'll understand, but I feel that I must ask. Have you and Santana ever been more than friends?"

"Oh yeah, of course we have. You know that," said Brittany.

"How would I know that, Brittany?"

"Well," Brittany began, "we're teammates in Glee and squadmates on Cheerios. We're usually bunkmates at Cheer Camp. We use to be back-to-back neighbors when we were little, but San's Papi bought their super big house in first grade."

Rachel sighed briefly, "Okay, true enough, but what I meant was… Brittany you're aware of your reputation in the school, yes? That is to say the reputation that you have concerning your attitude towards matters of a sexual nature." Brittany just nodded. "And you're aware than Santana has a similar reputation?"

"Are you asking if me and San had sexy times?" Brittany said, finally seeing where Rachel was going with her line of inquiry.

"In a manner of speaking, yes," Rachel answered.

"Well, why didn't you just ask me that? Yes, we use to. Not anymore, I don't cheat on Tina."

"While I'm glad to hear of your fidelity to my best friend, it was never actually in question. My concern is in whether or not Santana wants to, as you put it, 'have sexy times' with me."

"Has she ever asked if you wanted to have sex?" Brittany asked bluntly.

"No," Rachel responded.

"Has she ever offered to take you to a party at one of the guys' houses where she knew there would be drinking?"

"No."

"Has she ever like touched you or grabbed you in any of your sexy parts?"

"No."

"Has she ever talked about you guys hanging out and said maybe something about her parents not being home or asked if yours were?"

"No."

"Then I don't think she's trying to have sexy times with you. San's always like super up front about her sexy times. She wants something, she goes and gets it… and fucks it. Sides, as far as I know, I'm the only girl she's had sexy times with. Maybe she just likes you, like y'know, as a friend and she's just decided to be nice. I know that's not like super likely but if I had said to you a month ago that we'd be hanging out and talking in the bathroom at Tektronic tonight, how likely would think that was?"

Rachel smiled warmly at the blonde girl, "Thank you, Brittany. Has anyone ever told you that you have a particular knack for making extremely complicated things much simpler?"

"Things are always simple, people make things complicated."

"True enough," Rachel replied. "Brittany, might I ask you one more question?" Brittany nodded again. "What's an Irish Car Bomb?"

Brittany smiled, "It's a shot of whiskey and Irish Cream, dropped in a pint of Guinness, that's like a really stout Irish beer, and then you take the whole thing and chug it all at once. Puck's the only one we know that can do one. Santana and Finn have both tried and epic failed. Finn totally blew chunks at Mike's when he tried."

"I'm sorry, Brittany, Irish Cream? Brittany, what's in a Screaming Orgasm?"

"Well, normally it has Irish Cream, too, but San made sure the bartender used non-dairy cream in ours. She made him show her the bottle and everything. She was totally looking out for you," Brittany reassured her.

"Yes, apparently, and that's weird to me."

Brittany and Rachel made it back out to the table just in time to hear someone on the PA system says, "Get yourselves up and get to the dance floor and get ready for D!J! Rapid! Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiire!" Santana slammed back shot number four, carrying her last one with her as the four girls made their way to the floor to the opening licks of Drake's "Forever." There was a decent sized crowd, but not to the point of being uncomfortable or overly hot. Tina cast an eye to the DJ's booth and if you knew to look for him, it was plain to see that it was indeed Matt Rutherford getting busy, but the booth was, for the moment, backlit, so Santana and Rachel would still have no idea.

The girls all danced together. Santana was grooving hard already, clearly feeling extremely relaxed, said, "This is my jam, bitches! 'Last name, Evah!'"

Rachel cut her off, "First name, Greatest! Like a sprained ankle, boy, I ain't nothin to play with." The diva beamed with pride at showing Santana up and apparently surprising everyone.

"Holy Fucking Shit!" Santana exclaimed, "Rachel Barbara Broadway knows fucking Drake! There aren't words for this feeling of surrealness. Mind equals blown. I've seen everything now."

"You might think that," said Tina pointing over Santana's shoulder, "but I would direct your eyes to the DJ's booth over there." Santana and Rachel followed her lead and when they saw what she meant both girls' mouths dropped open in shock.

"Is that…" Rachel's question trailed off presumably she answered her own question as no one else did.

After a minute, Santana snapped out of it and whipped her focus back to Tina. "You sneaky bitches, you knew about this! How the fuck dare you not tell me something epic like this? You know I hate not knowing shit! I gots to talk to this kid!" She started to make her way to the DJ booth, but Brittany grabbed her wrist before she even took a single step.

"Let him do his thing, San. We'll totally go talk to him in a little bit. He's just getting started right now."

"Well what the fuck are we supposed to do until then?" Santana asked throwing her free hand up in frustration. Rachel caught Santana's hand on the way back down and spun the Latina to face her.

"Follow the sage wisdom of Lady Gaga, Santana," Rachel said. "Just Dance." Santana kicked back her last shot and proceeded to do just that. For the next hour, the girls danced relentlessly, sometimes as a group, sometimes in various pairs, but no one stopped. Santana and Rachel quickly learned what Tina and Brittany had discovered two weeks previous, Matt was one hell of a DJ. They finally broke and went to talk to Matt who chatted with the girls while keeping most of his focus on his work. If he was fazed at all by Rachel's being there, he never showed it in the slightest. After about ten minutes, Santana announced that she had to pee, Rachel opted to accompany her, and Brittany went to the bar to get water for the group.

"So, Matt," Tina said, "can you show me the basics?"

"What?" Matt asked before following with, "Why?"

"Because I want to know. Show me," she insisted. He walked her through the basics of digital DJing. The entirety of his set up was a set of turntables plugged up to his laptop computer which was, in turn, plugged into the club's sound system. He showed her the Digital DJing software and how to cue up the next song and how to fade from one to the other.

"So you can set up a cue for each individual turntable?" Tina asked.

"Yep, just like making a playlist for your iPod," Matt said, smiling at Tina's enthusiasm for his passion.

"Okay, good," Tina said, "You're playing on two now, so cue up 'DJ Got Us Fallin in Love' and 'Hypnotize' by Biggie on one and 'Lollipop' on two and when they get back from the bathroom, go dance with Rachel, and I'll be your stand in DJ for a couple songs."

"Those songs don't necessarily bridge properly," Matt protested.

"They're iconic songs. Everyone will be pumped to hear them. They won't care that the notes don't match perfectly."

Matt noticed before Tina that Santana and Rachel were making their way back to the dance floor. He looked back at the Asian girl and said, "This is a bad idea." He went about setting up the songs Tina requested.

"This is a great idea," Tina countered, "You like her and if she had even the tiniest of clues that you did, she'd go for you too, so get out there, give her a clue, and get your damn girl. You'll get over being shy, Matt. Trust me, I know of what I speak."

"'DJ Got Us Fallin in Love' is that a little on the nose?" Matt worried.

"You're trying to put an idea in her head of you and her. Subtlety isn't exactly Rachel's wheelhouse."

"I'm nervous," he finally admitted as Tina started the opening notes of the first song.

"I spent the entirety of my first date with Brittany scared out of my mind, you'll be fine. Now go!" Tina commanded. Tina watched him leave hoping this would work because she was completely out of other ideas. Matt made his way towards Rachel and Santana and Tina could see him offer her a hand which she accepted. They took a couple of steps away from Santana and Matt promptly started busting out some moves that would have made Usher himself proud. Rachel smiled and danced with him. Tina also noticed the look on Santana's face; she was not pleased.

From beside her Tina heard, "Boo, your sexy brain rules all!" Tina was so focused on the goings on of the dance floor that Brittany's sudden appearance at her side startled the life out of her. "Sorry," she apologized, "didn't mean to scare you, T. I didn't know you knew how to DJ."

Tina smiled at her girlfriend, "I totally don't, Baby, but I can switch between a couple of songs. Can you do me a favor and go dance with Santana before she hurts one or both of them, please?"

"Totally," Brittany replied as the sound of a camera phone snapping a picture went off. "Got you, DJ Tina C." Brittany made her way quickly over to Santana and pulled her out of her funk and they started dancing shortly before the end of the first song. When she made the changeover to Lil Wayne's "Lollipop," Tina suddenly understood what Santana had been going through as she was now watching her girlfriend dance extremely close with another girl that Tina knew that she had been intimate with to a song about oral sex, no less. It was uncomfortable already and then Santana shot Tina a smug smirk. What the hell is that look about? On the more positive front, Rachel was also dancing very closely with Matt, both seeming very content with the closeness. Rachel was also smiling brightly.

As the second song came to a close, Tina switched over to the third, and when the trademark "UH!"s sounded out, the whole club went nuts. It was a remarkable feeling for Tina to experience; she instantly understood why Matt loved DJing as much as he obviously did. Tina saw Matt lean down to Rachel's ear to speak and saw her smile widen even more as she nodded her head vigorously. Matt thumbed back towards the booth and then made the universal hand sign for "I'll call you" and turned and headed back Tina's way. When he got there, he just simply said, "Thank you" while wearing the biggest smile she'd ever seen on the boy.