"OKAY! Does everyone have everything they need? This is not a drill and we are not coming back because someone forgot their wallet, I'm looking at you ARTHUR!" Rachel yells over the group
"It was ONE time Rachel! And don't Arthur me" Artie sighs
"Yes Rachel" Noah laughs "We all have our obscene amount of ones, right A?"
"HELL Yeah we do!" Artie high fives his friend
"Why" Mike whispers to Tina "Why did we agree to participate in this?"
Tina laughs "It'll be fine, don't be a boring old man. Maybe I'll even buy you a lap dance"
Mike's face immediately turns red "You wouldn't!"
Tina laughs and rushes towards the car as her husband chases after her.
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The short limo ride is filled with laughter and champagne toasts.
Noah and Artie strategically plan where to hit up first.
Kurt reassures Blaine that tonight will be nothing but fun.
Mercedes and Sam are deep in conversation, counting their ones, making sure it's an even split between the two.
Santana carelessly checks her phone, feeling a certain set of eyes on her she lowers the phone "Can I help you?"
The blonde laughs, downing her champagne, her eyes carefully roaming up the brunettes body "Oh I'm sure you can"
The flirty comment stuns not only Santana but the entire limo. All conversations instantly cease as Santana chokes on her champagne.
"Maybe that's the solution to your guys' so called problem" Artie laughs, using air quotes "You both talk so damn much, what you need to do is get those sexy asses back in the bedroom and not come out until you're in love again!"
"This is the best day of my life, please don't stop" Noah chimes in, quickly refilling both Quinn and Artie's champagne glasses.
"I think I need to stop drinking. Santana don't kill me please" Artie giggles
"Or you need to stop hanging out with Puckerman" Kurt laughs, tossing his napkin.
Before Santana can respond to any of the madness, the limo comes to a stop, each taking turns exiting before heading inside. The groups split up as the guys head towards the back of the club.
The girls take their seats as the announcer congratulates Mercedes. Five to ten half naked men pool from behind the curtain and Santana immediately scowls.
"Gross" Santana gags "I forgot this side was a straight bachelorette party"
"You should have gone to the other side with Sam" Kurt slurs, bumping into Santana
"You're married K" Santana teases "You can look but you can't touch"
"You're married too Santanaaaaaaa" Kurt teases, his eyes immediately widening as Santana's head lowers "Wait, Santana I'm sorry I didn't mean…."
"It's okay Kurt, I know you didn't. I'm just gonna get some air, okay? Here, hold my ones" Santana sighs, heading outside
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Santana's head drops back, a breath of relief escaping her lips as the cool evening breeze passes by. She allows Kurt's words to roll off her back knowing he would never intentionally hurt her. Santana might technically still be married to Quinn but she couldn't help but feel worlds away from her and that's what she hated the most.
"Had to get out of there too huh?"
Santana's head whips right, hearing that voice
"I forgot this was a straight bachelorette party. Seeing all those dicks made me even more proud to be a lesbian. It's fucking DISGUSTING."
Santana shudders as Quinn laughs
"Same. To be honest I don't know what I was thinking back in high school"
"To be honest, none of us did either" Santana chuckles
"Rude" Quinn laughs as Santana moves closer
"So you gonna tell me what that comment in the limo was about?" Santana asks, running her hands through her hair
"I needed to stop drinking" Quinn laughs, shaking her head
"Well at least drunk Quinn still loves me" Santana laughs softly.
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The two stand on the poorly lighted sidewalk and smile. Moments like these had been a rarity for them. Quinn stood in awe, how can someone look perfect under a shitty streetlight? Santana always made the most mundane situations fun and carefree. Santana tilts her head and when the small smile graces her lips, Quinn has to look away.
Why couldn't everyday be like this? That snapped Quinn back down to earth, she had something she needed to do but would she be able to?
The brunette takes Quinn's distraction and inches closer. She takes a few more steps until they are close enough to touch.
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"Santana, there's something I need to talk to you about…I.' Quinn begins
"LOOOOOOOPEZ!" The loud yell breaks the focus and both girls turn
"I mean the REAL Lopez. Move Fabray" Noah scoffs pointing towards the brunette
"Be nice Noah, she's a Lopez too" Santana elbows her friend, holding the door open
"Whatever. Come on, I found the hottest girl in there and I'm buying you a killer lap dance. I know it's been a while since you've had some. I asked but this ain't that kind of club, at least you're gonna remember what hot girls with rhythm feel like. Now come on!" Noah laughs heading towards the stage.
"It has been a long ass minute" Santana shakes her head, slowing her walk "But trust me" She laughs, looking back at the blonde following closely behind "Quinn might be a white girl on the outside but god damn do those hips have some fucking rhythm in them"
"Oh yeah?" Noah smirks stopping in place, crossing his arms "Go on and don't you dare leave out any juicy details either"
"First of all" Santana smirks, bringing her hands up "She has this one move where her ass….."
"SANTANA!" A blush immediately rushes onto the blonde's face. Quinn turns in shock and leans to hit Santana "OH MY GOD! Stop!"
"Sorry Puckerman." Santana winks toward Quinn, laughing as Noah leads her into a seat "Looks like that ones still just for me"
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