A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed the previous chapters and followed/faved. Double update coming your way this time.

More action/drama coming in this chapter and the nightclub dance scene. That's my favourite scene from the Blast From the Past movie btw and if you don't watch any other part of the movie, I recommend just checking out the dance clip on Youtube because it's utterly amazing.

The songs that are featured in this actually came out post-1985 but I imagine Brittany's just an expert in the type of dancing that was popular in the era. "Straight Up," "The Pleasure Principle" and "Pour Some Sugar On Me" are songs that remind me very much of Brittana. The first two more so for their season 1-2 relationship when San was scared to commit.

Thank you to frankenfinn for always being so encouraging and a great friend!

AO3: sarcasticscully

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The rest of the week seemed to fly by quickly, as Brittany became more accustomed to the different technologies in Santana's apartment. Santana never mentioned the kiss again, thinking that it would only make things uncomfortable between them.

Brittany took her cues from Santana while the other girl did the same with her, some awkward silences falling between them as neither of them chose to bring up the obvious. Mercedes kept giving them these suspicious looks whenever the two would avoid each other or have these tense moments.

"He's totally bodacious, Mercedes!" Santana cringed as she heard the blonde gushing to Mercedes with some weird slang terms.

Friday, the night of Brittany's date finally rolled around and she was clearly thrilled, bouncing around the apartment and trying on every one of the new dresses she owned as Mercedes and Santana gave her feedback on each look.

Santana felt her heart stop as Brittany walked out in a stunning, silvery metallic dress that flattered her skin tone and hair perfectly. She was just breathtaking and it was clear that this dress was the one. She couldn't imagine anyone being able to refuse Brittany when she looked like that.

She stood back and watched as Mercedes helped Brittany, annoyed when the jerk face finally came to pick Brittany up. Santana sized up the competition, giving him a menacing glare when she opened the door and he just stared at her dumbly.

"Um… is Brittany here?" He had this stupid look on his dudebro face and got nervous when Santana narrowed her eyes at him, despite being about a foot taller than her.

"Obviously." She rolled her neck sassily, squaring her shoulders and crossing her arms over her chest.

"Um, are you her bodyguard?" He asked dumbly, gaping at Santana who still was standing in front of him blocking his way. "My name's Chad."

"Of course it is."

"Santana, be nice," Mercedes smiled politely at the dudebro, laughing awkwardly and cutting in to diffuse the tension before Santana erupted or something, knowing how chaotic her friend could be sometimes. The guy was still completely confused. "Don't mind her."

Brittany grabbed her purse and said goodbye to them as she left for her date.

"I don't like him." Santana muttered.

"You look grumpy," Mercedes teased, arching an eyebrow at Santana as she just moped around, eventually just slumping onto the couch with her head in her hands when Brittany finally left. "I'd almost ask if it were that time of the month but if it was, we'd definitely know because it would literally be like Hell on earth for Brittany and I."

Santana gave her a dark look and flipped her off.

"How do we know this guy isn't some serial killer? I mean we don't even know anything about him. Do you really think Brittany should be seeing a complete stranger?"

"Brittany was a complete stranger when we met her too," Mercedes shrugged. "I don't know why you're panicking. They're going to be in a public place anyway. She has to live her life and take chances or she'll never meet any guy at all."

"I just know he's going to be a jerk," Santana insisted with a snarl, "I shouldn't have let her go alone… Brittany's innocent Mercedes. It's not that she isn't capable but she's…I don't know… 1980s innocent. She doesn't know what the fuckboys out there are like these days!"

Mercedes just rolled her eyes skyward, finding Santana's constant rants irritating.

"I'm sure Brittany knows how to deal with creeps. I can't with how ridiculous you're being right now," The shorter woman replied but gave her a sympathetic glance as she nudged Santana's shoulder. "Look, just relax. I know you're concerned but Brittany will be okay."

Mercedes and Santana stared at each other in complete confusion as the blonde ran right past them without a word when they let her in a few hours later, her face hidden behind her hair and they could hear her sobbing pitifully. It was so unlike the normally cheerful girl.

"Brittany!" Santana cried, feeling horrible at the sight of the blonde woman just sitting out on the balcony of the apartment with tears running down her cheeks as she sniffled. She cursed under her breath because this was exactly what she knew was going to happen. She came up to the crying girl and put an arm around her shoulders. "What happened?! Did he hurt you? I swear if that gorilla put his hairy manhands on you…"

"He doesn't want to see me anymore. He kept giving me these weird looks. I guess he thinks I'm a stupid, slutty bimbo," Brittany sobbed. "Every guy sees me that way and all the other girls here have these amazing jobs and fancy college degrees. My ex boyfriend left me because I'm too stupid for him to date anymore. That's all I'll ever be to them, just a stupid girl."

Santana felt the anger rise up in her and she grit her teeth, clenching her fists. Who the fuck did these guys think they were treating Brittany like that?

"Brittany, whoever told you that is a fucking douchebag. As for your ex, he's just a pathetic piece of shit. If that low life scum was here I'd tear him a new one." She growled.

"But they're right, Santana. I'm so stupid!" Brittany cried. "I can't even remember how to use the remote thingies properly to turn on the Netflix!"

"Okay so what, so you're not academic and you're a little scatterbrained? Who cares about all that? Brittany, I'm sorry I've been such a jerk sometimes. You're… you're sweet and kind and beautiful. It's cute that you're quirky. You have this innocence about you that's beautiful. There's no one else out there like you in this cruel, hard world."

At Santana's words, Brittany looked up at her stunned, her cheeks flushed prettily and the Latina became flustered as well at the soft, awestruck look in the blonde's eyes. For a moment, the world stopped and Santana could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears as she thought Brittany was going to kiss her.

"That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Is that how you really feel?" Santana nodded in silence, embarrassed that she had accidentally revealed her secret thoughts about the girl in the heat of the moment. Brittany sighed, dropping her face onto her hands and pulling her knees to her chest as her insecurities got to her again. "You're so sweet, Santana. I don't know why nothing I do seems to help when it comes to dating."

At the thought of Brittany and dating again, Santana's temper was set off before she could stop it.

"Brittany, look, sorry but I'm done. I just… I can't help you with the search for a husband thing anymore. This is beyond stupid!" Santana growled, throwing up her hands.

"No, please, Santana! I know it's a lot but will you do it because we're friends?" Brittany pleaded, this desperate and sad expression on her pretty face. "Even though we haven't known each other that long, you're my best friend in the world, Santana. It's like you're the only one who understands me, I've never felt as close to anyone…"

Santana leaned over her and before she knew what was happening, she crashed their lips together, pulling her close. Brittany's body was so soft and warm against her that she was getting way too overwhelmed by how distracting it all was. Just like last time, there was this little tingle like an electric shock when their lips touched and she craved more.

Brittany kissed her back just as fiercely, wrapping her arms around her shoulders. It took all the strength she had left to force herself to pull away even though Santana wanted to do so much more with her.

"Santana?" Brittany blinked up at her. Santana still had her arm around her and she awkwardly pulled away.

"Whoa, whoa, I just… sorry, Brittany… I can't. I shouldn't have done that."

It was the second time they had kissed in just a few days and this was bad, so bad. For many reasons. Such a terrible idea. Her stupid lack of self control and rational thinking when it came to those innocent baby blues had lead to this and now she had to stop herself from thinking about how much she wanted to kiss her again. Santana cleared her throat, trying to ignore how fast her heart was racing. Abort, abort…

"Fine, I'll help you if that's what you really want. Mercedes and I will um… we'll take you to the nightclub I mentioned tomorrow night. It's the only retro dance club in Lima."

Brittany was thrilled when they arrived at the club and she saw the lighted, colourful neon dance floor. An eighties new wave song could be heard playing in the background and most of the club goers were dressed appropriately to fit in with the atmosphere. Brittany was breathtaking in a black dress that was vintage but still had a modern cut, along with bold red lipstick and blue eyeshadow, wearing very high heels.

Her hair was curled and teased just for that night, looking more like how it had when she first met Santana but still soft and flowing. Her style was a perfect mixture of modern and vintage. She fit in so well already in the club, more so than anyone else, looking like a very hot 80s Valley Girl. Santana and Mercedes were all dressed up in black dresses as well.

Brittany looked away bashfully after Santana caught her admiring her and gave the blonde this smug little grin.

"Just act natural. Be yourself." Mercedes advised when the blonde glanced at her nervously, seeking guidance.

"Yeah, Mercedes is right. Somehow that advice always works for Brittany better than it works for the rest of us though." Santana added with a laugh.

"So, Brittany, we never actually did ask you this before but I think it's an important question. What kind of husband are you looking for exactly?" Mercedes asked as they walked up to their group of friends, which included most of the same people from before - Tina, Mike, Artie, Quinn, Sam, and Finn all decked out in eighties attire. Finn was totally in his element, almost as much as Brittany was.

"I don't know… someone who's not a robot," Brittany giggled nervously with a shrug, after she thought about it for a while. "Hopefully he won't call me stupid either. He just has to be a good person at heart. Strong, protective and passionate. Someone who's serious and respects me."

"Okay," Mercedes responded with a laugh as she did a subtle scan of the night club guests. "Let's see what we can do for you. We'll find you a serious, non-robot who's passionate about you. See anyone you like so far who might meet that description, Lover Girl?"

"How about that guy over there?" Brittany glanced in the direction of this guy in a dapper suit with attractively tousled, wavy dark hair who was flanked by a group of pretty women, an arrogant smirk on his face.

"Maybe he could be your Romeo, Juliet." Mercedes laughed and Santana cringed at her friend's corny joke.

"Are you guys kidding me? He has slut written all over him!" Santana spat. "You do know what slut means, don't you, Princess?"

Brittany blinked at her. "Yeah, of course, I do know what that means but I have no idea what you'd say that about him, Santana. Or why Mercedes would say that about you …"

Santana glared daggers at Mercedes as the rest of their friends laughed loudly. Mercedes and the others were shocked that Santana didn't get mad at Brittany and just let her get away with the sassy comment when she would have killed anyone else who said it.

"So what kind of drink would you like, Brittany?" Mercedes asked.

"How about a Blue Lagoon… or a B52? Maybe a Slippery Nipple?"

The rest of the friends all stared at her in confusion, falling silent.

"How about let's just get you a martini…or maybe a Shirley Temple at this rate..." Santana mumbled. She was so sure Brittany would like those sugary, fruity drinks that all chicks liked. She went up to the bar and surprisingly they were able to get the blonde that weird looking Blue Lagoon drink that looked like mouthwash. She had never seen this blue thing at any other bar but Brittany sure seemed to like it. Brittany was still scanning the room, searching for potential dates when the two women returned.

"I think for you, Brittany, we should aim for "nice" and "respectful". You need a gentleman." Mercedes suggested in what Santana categorized mentally as the short woman's "mature, responsible mom" voice.

"What about those two?" Brittany asked, glancing in the direction of a dark-skinned man and his sandy-haired friend with a slightly round, baby face beside him. "They're nice, right?"

Santana made a face. "Rory Flanagan and Jake Puckerman? Nice? Are you kidding?!"

Though they weren't her close friends or anything, she did know of them through other acquaintances and they had been to the same high school as she had. Santana knew rationally that despite Jake's reputation for being a playboy, they were both pretty decent guys for the most part, especially the Irish guy, Rory and neither were evil incarnate as far fuckboys went. However, all she could think was that they might as well have been her mortal enemies for how she felt about them at that moment. Definitely evil incarnate.

"Yeah, why not? They're kinda cute." Brittany replied.

"No way!" Santana argued.

"They are cute and I happen to know through good authority they're both single. So why don't you go over and introduce yourself to those cute guys then, Brittany?" Quinn suggested.

She shot a sly look at Santana and the Latina could tell that the hazel-eyed, icy blonde was just playing along even though she didn't believe a word of what she was saying to Brittany.

Quinn and Santana both knew that if Brittany went over there, this whole thing was bound to blow up epically in her face and end in disaster. It was so obvious. Santana smirked, both repulsed and slightly impressed as this was typical Quinn in her mean girl mode that showed every now and again during school and even now that she was older.

There was no way either of the two men would go for the very quirky girl with her old fashioned mentality, especially Jake who was the cool guy who usually had his pick of all the women who were thought to be the most desirable in their town. Well, Santana still did better than him in that department but she didn't want to brag.

"Yeah," Santana snickered teasingly, realizing what kind of mischief Quinn was up to. "Why don't you go over and say hi, Hot Stuff?"

"You think I'm hot?" Brittany smiled, batting her eyelashes at Santana for a moment and already made up her mind. "Okay, here I go. Wish me luck!"

Santana, Quinn and the others watched Brittany warily, cringing hard as Jake and Rory turned to face their blonde ditzy friend when she introduced herself in a bubbly, confident way. This couldn't end well. The two may have been decent guys but they were popular and so shallow. Santana felt guilty, thinking she better go and intervene before Brittany got hurt. Ugh, she was such a bitch not to have warned Brittany.

To everyone's surprise, Brittany didn't come back to them practically in tears due to rejection five seconds later. The complete opposite happened. Jake and Rory were brightly smiling at her and the three were laughing their heads off at some silly joke the blonde told them.

They were laughing with her in a genuine, flirtatious rather than mocking way and they were both staring at Brittany as if she was the most fascinating, charming woman they had ever met. Santana's face fell, as it seemed that her encouraging Brittany to go over there was coming back to bite her in the ass. Karma really was a bitch.

"Well what do you know? I wasn't expecting that at all but she totally charmed them just by being her bubbly blonde silly self," Quinn smiled genuinely. "Get it, Girl. Good for her."

"Would you like to dance?" Jake asked the tall, perky blonde.

"Sure! This is so rad! I've been dancing since I was old enough to walk, practically," Brittany nodded eagerly. "New wave is my favourite."

The guys both laughed along, thinking she was making a joke. "You're hilarious, Brittany!"

Santana barely listened to whatever Quinn was rambling to her about in her out of breath, nasally voice because she was too busy glaring in the direction of Jake and Rory leading the leggy blonde into the middle of the dance floor. Tina glared at Mike, who they all sort of knew the short Asian girl had a huge crush on, as he followed the three of them, unable to resist the urge to join in and show off his skills. Santana suddenly wanted to strangle someone- three someones, to be exact.

The familiar drum beats of Janet Jackson's "The Pleasure Principle" began to play and Santana's jaw dropped as Brittany absolutely nailed it, a crowd gathering to stare at the four of them as Brittany executed the dance moves that were fashionable for the time perfectly.

Santana felt a jolt of arousal as she watched her. It was… Santana had to admit, so sexy to see Brittany like this and evidently the rest of the club thought so too. Brittany was the most skilled dancer she had ever seen even in comparison to professional dancers. Even Mike and Jake, who were good, could barely keep up with her when she was dancing to those 80s songs. In Santana's eyes, no one could hold a candle to the blonde.

How did Brittany who came out of the middle of nowhere know how to dance so well?

Santana seethed, her stomach twisting up in knots the longer she spent watching Brittany dancing so expertly but in the arms of Mike, Rory and Jake who all flirted with her at every chance they got, smiling and being just a little too handsy with her.

Brittany was breathtaking, so graceful and fluid even in very high heels but seeing the way the men held her close, grinning like if they had just won the jackpot made Santana want to break something. She quickly finished off her vodka soda and needed another something as soon as possible to take the edge off of her mood. Mercedes gave her a weird look as Santana threw back tequila shots, drinking like nobody's business even though she wasn't so great at holding her liquor.

Paula Abdul's "Straight Up" began to play and Brittany handled the dancing expertly for that song as well. At times, Brittany would stare directly in Santana's direction as if she was hoping to impress her and that made Santana swallow hard, wishing that she was up on the floor with Brittany instead of those guys.

Quinn gave up talking to Santana, annoyed at being ignored. She wasn't hearing anything Mercedes and Sam were saying as she could only focus on the way Brittany smiled at Mike and Jake's hands lingering on her arms for way too long. Santana's dark eyes flashed with anger.

"Whoa! That girl can seriously dance! Are you seeing all this, Santana?" Mercedes asked. "I'm really impressed."

"This is ridiculous," Santana grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest and tried to act like she didn't care. Yes, Brittany was extremely impressive and gorgeous but that wasn't something she wanted to talk about. "I'm not gonna watch this anymore."

"Why are you so pissed off, Santana?" Sam smirked teasingly at the Hispanic woman. The blond man and Mercedes shared a knowing look with each other and laughed at Santana's expression. "You've been so jealous this whole time... you really do like Brittany, huh?"

"Shut up, Fish Face." Santana huffed, feeling her cheeks flame and not just from the drinks. So maybe she was super pissed off and hated everything but that couldn't be because she was jealous. It was just because Brittany was dancing up all close with these guys and it was the worst thing in the world. Not the same thing as jealousy.

Everyone in the club who had gathered around was clapping and cheering for Brittany who looked on proudly when she finished her dance. Sam walked off to the bar while most of the other friends went to join the dance floor as Santana sulked, only Mercedes staying behind. Santana didn't like the judgmental look her friend was giving her.

"What, is this your permanent mood now?" Mercedes asked sarcastically. "Are we back to being teenagers again? Hey look, Brittany's coming this way."

"You just - go to the bathroom!" Santana hissed, trying to find a reason to get Mercedes to go away. She knew she was being well, kind of ridiculous and rude but she wanted to talk to Brittany alone without Mercedes' judgment or smartass comments and the woman was irritating her just like everyone else was.

"What, should I go right here? I just thought I should check because you're being so damned bossy today." Mercedes snapped.

"Hi guys!"

"I have to go to the bathroom!" Mercedes snarled sassily at the Latina at that moment, marching off and glaring in Santana's direction when Brittany finally came up to their table again, breathless and flushed in the face from the exertion but clearly thrilled with what she had just done.

"Um…okay?" Brittany replied, confused and not knowing how to respond to that. She sat at the table, not understanding why Santana wasn't talking and why Mercedes said such a weird thing to her. She wondered if this was some type of social etiquette in the future that they thought was normal.

"Santana, that was so much fun! Did you see us? Jake, Rory, Mike and I are going to be great friends."

"Yeah, I bet they'd like to be great friends with you. The best of friends." Santana grumbled. She didn't want to take out her frustration on the innocent girl, especially when the blonde was obviously oblivious as to what those guys' intentions were but it was difficult to keep the venom out of her voice when she thought of them.

"Santana, you look upset. Is there something wrong?" Brittany gave her a worried look then she cheered up, letting out a delighted gasp when a new song began playing. "Come dance with me! It's my new favourite song that I've heard here on the radio!"

"Britt - I don't -" She gasped, eyes widening as Brittany grabbed her arm, leading her out onto the floor.

"Pour Some Sugar On Me" was the song and Santana couldn't help but smile in spite of herself, thinking she should have expected nothing less. She let out a genuine laugh as Brittany headbanged along to the hard rock, whipping her long hair. It was great how Brittany was so passionate about everything she did.

Santana snickered, pointing out Finn who was dancing goofily with big, clumsy movements but having the time of his life on the other side of the club to Brittany who also giggled. Sam and Mercedes were dancing chaotically together as well.

Everything about this song reminded her of Brittany, as if it was written just for her by Santana itself. When Brittany started to grind up against her front and then whipped around to grind her hips back into Santana, she just about spontaneously combusted, settling for placing her hands on the blonde's hips hesitantly.

"Whoa… Brittany! God damn!"

Usually Santana would have been too self-conscious to make a big show like this in public but something about Brittany brought out this wild side to her that she kept locked away. Maybe some part of Santana craved the excitement.

The blonde was just a wild woman and she seemed to have no reservations about anything at all. Santana swallowed hard, her pulse quickening and that heaviness returning to her core as it was so difficult not to get hot and bothered by the friction, especially knowing it was Brittany who was rolling her hips back into her so sensually and she wasn't stopping.

Eventually, even though she was trying to be respectful, it wasn't long before she couldn't resist grinding into the girl's movements. She was only human after all. Her thoughts were clouded by her drunkenness as Brittany's arm went around the back of her neck, running her fingers through Santana's hair to pull her closer and making her shiver as she did so.

Brittany turned to face her, still moving against her and for a brief moment their eyes met, Santana noticing that her blue eyes were dilated and lustful, her lashes fluttering as her lips parted and she was so close that it was difficult to resist kissing her as she leaned back into Santana's frame.

There was no way Brittany couldn't know the effect this was having on her. Santana closed her eyes, her hands tightened their grip on the blonde girl's hips and she panted into her hair as she got swept up in the feeling. It was dark and they were surrounded by other dancers so it was as if they were in their own private zone and no one could see them grinding up on each other so intimately.

Santana's hand fell to a creamy thigh before she could help it, skimming her palm over it and feeling the warm, silky skin under the flimsy black fabric of Brittany's dress. Brittany sucked in a sharp breath and didn't push her away, only grabbing Santana's hand and pushing it higher. Santana grit her teeth, trying to control her desire as she wanted nothing more than to edge those fingers just a little higher and take Brittany right there where anyone could have seen them.

The song finally ended, both of them breathless and dazed as they pulled away and walked back to their booth. Santana would admit that she was more than a little turned on, finding it difficult to concentrate on anything other than how Brittany's body had felt rolling back into hers. It was difficult to keep dirty thoughts out of her mind.

"Hello, Santana. Brittany, isn't it pleasant to see you again too." A familiar, haughty female voice commented, interrupting the comfortable silence that had fallen between them. They were faced with Santana's beauty queen ex-girlfriend.