A.N.: Sorry for my absence, but I'm back for part two! Let's get into it!

Disclaimer: I was just thinking about how Naya Rivera passing and Lea Michele getting canceled led to a Glee revival and it made me LOL.

When Rachel came out of the bathroom, nothing was visibly broken and no one was dead, so she took that as a good sign. She tripped over her feet on the way down the three stairs that led to the backyard, but instead of meeting hard pavement like she was expecting to, Rachel landed in the strong arms of Santana.

"I guess being at the bottom of the pyramid wasn't a complete waste of my time. Hey Tiny!" Santana smiled down at her, but Rachel was lost in the comfort of her strong arms. Considering how much the normally sober girl had been drinking, it's no surprise she blurted her thoughts out to the Latina holding her.

"You're really strong." Rachel emphasized by gripping the largest part of the girl's biceps. Santana snorted a laugh in response.

"Thanks. I like to keep the muscles on just in case a damsel's ever in distress." Santana said, helping the shorter girl get her bearings.

"Well, happy to provide my patronage."

The party successfully went on for a few more hours, before people started making their rounds and getting their rides in order. Rachel stood by the door to see their peers off and thank them for coming. Soon after that only the Glee kids were left and Rachel felt a wave of deja vu wash over her.

"Alright gals, guys, and gays you know the rules! Circle up, it's time to spin the bottle! That includes you, my hot Jewish-American princess!" Rachel spun on her heels just in time to see Puck directing the remainder of the party towards the basement with an empty wine cooler bottle in his hand.

Some things never change.

"Alright folks, the rules are very simple! You spin, you kiss. If you spin and don't kiss, you have to answer a question or do a dare of the rejected person's choosing. Clear? Rachel spins first since we're on her turf." A collective head nod came from the circle of teens on the floor.

Rachel looked at the bottle Noah had placed in her hand with mild trepidation. The last time she played spin the bottle with this particular group, the person she was interested in had abstained from playing. That wasn't the case this time Rachel reminded herself as she momentarily locked eyes with the object of her affection sitting directly across from her with a blonde on either side.

Closing her eyes and giving the bottle a spin, Rachel held her breath until the small crowd erupted with cat calls at the bottle's positioning.

Opening her left eye, Rachel peered down at the bottle and noticed that it was not pointed at Santana. The tiny brunette couldn't decide if she was sad or relieved. Hesitantly opening her other eye to follow the path of the bottle's neck, Rachel met Kurt's drunken grin. Blaine was never one to miss out on an ironic moment.

"Listen Berry, just don't fall in love with him. I owns that guppy mouth!" Blaine shouted at the tiny diva, giving her his best Santana impression. The girl he was mocking tried to hide her laughter by turning the tables on their newest member.

"Haha, very funny, bowties. Don't make me come over there and kick you in the warblers." That got a round of laughter out of everyone.

Both Kurt and Rachel crawled towards each other in the middle of the circle and shared a look. That look turned into hysterical laughter as the pair realized the ridiculousness of the situation. Kurt took advantage of their closeness and decided to mess with Rachel.

"Come on, Rache. Just pretend I'm Santana. I can even call you Berry if you want." The girl across from him slapped his shoulder before twisting the collar of his shirt in a vice grip.

"Oh, shut up, Kurt." With that the two divas were joined at the face making the small crowd around them explode with a mixture of laughter and cat calls. The kiss was tame, but it lasted long enough for Noah to nod his head at them approvingly once they broke apart.

"Damn, Hummel, save some for the rest of us!" Santana shouted from where she was pouring another drink for Quinn, Brittany, Puck, and herself. Santana cursed herself once she realized how that had sounded outside her head, but it was too late to take it back. Thankfully the only one that seemed to hear her was Kurt's plus one.

"I could say the same thing to you, Santana!" Blaine yelled back, commenting on the number of drinks the cheerleader was currently trying to carry towards the circle.

"Well someone's gotta keep this party going, and it'd be foolish to leave it up to you and your bowties." Santana smirked at the dapper boy, making him roll his eyes in kind.

"Whatever, Satan. Kurt, spin the bottle." The empty bottle passed everyone in the circle until it came to a stop in front of the feet of Puck. Kurt snorted, but Blaine looked unamused.

"Don't worry, Blaine. I'll use as little of the Puckzilla charm as possible. You'll have him back in your arms in no time." Puck joked, winking at the annoyed look Blaine gave him.

In Puck's defense, he tried to keep the kiss chaste considering he could feel the heat of Blaine's stare on the side of his face, but Kurt did not seem to share his sentiments. Kurt's curiosity got the best of him and the smaller boy really just wanted to know if Noah was as much of a talented top as he always claimed to be.

He's not.

Kurt could definitely tell he has the skills that come from years of kissing girls behind dumpsters, but the moment Kurt let his tongue brush against the older boy's lips, he whimpered. It was just loud enough for Kurt to hear, but that very well could have been due to the fact that their mouths were connected at the time. Kurt pulled back with a knowing smirk and Puck looked a bit red in the face.

"Well in an interesting turn of events, I, Kurt Hummel, have been rendered speechless. Your turn, Noah." The mohawked boy decided to take his blessings where he could get them and spin the bottle for his own sake.

The group sent glances between the couple as they waited for Blaine's reaction to the not so innocent kiss. Kurt only smirked at Blaine and laughed when his boyfriend went to pull out his wallet in response. Rachel was too busy wondering what the terms of that particular bet was to notice where the bottle had landed. The neck of the glass was pointing towards Santana's neatly painted toes. Rachel only noticed because she had complained of her heels earlier in the night and the shorter girl hadn't seen them on the cheerleader's feet since.

"Oh gross! Look what you did, Kurt. Now I gotta figure out whether to kiss him or his mohawk."

"Don't be like that, Lopez. You know you'd love to bless every part of me with a kiss." Puck teased her, making kissy faces at the girl while she cringed in response.

"Uh uh, no me gusta. Hit me with a dare instead please, thank you." Puck's smirk only got wider.

"You know me, I'm a simple man. Top off please." Everyone in the small circle once again erupted into cheers as Santana shrugged her shoulders and went to pull her shirt over her head.

"You're so lucky I wore a bra tonight, Puckerman." Rachel's eyes widened from her spot next to Kurt on the floor.

"You wound me." The boy pretended with both hands over his heart dramatically. Rachel couldn't focus on the pair's antics because she was preoccupied by the toned expanse of tanned skin being shown by the girl she can't get out of her mind.

Rachel's jaw seemed to get closer to the ground the more skin Santana put on display. Of course Kurt noticed and was quick to nudge her, but not before Santana brought her arms down to her side making direct eye contact with the tiny diva. Rachel knew she was as red as the bikini set Santana had on under her clothes.

Oh God, I can see her nipples through the bikini top.

Get a grip, you sound worse than Finn right now.

Rachel's thoughts were at war with themselves. She felt so guilty about getting off to the thought of her friend, but being in situations like this did not make it easy. The soprano had been drinking and she was unsure if she'd be able to control her leering enough to keep her feelings for the beautiful Latina from being common knowledge. Quinn hadn't been looking her way, but interestingly enough she was staring daggers at Brittany who was openly staring at Santana's chest. The ex-cheerleader clenched her jaw and rolled her eyes but otherwise stayed silent which Rachel thought was the weirdest part of all.

"I wanna take my top off too, San! We can be twins!" Puck was quick to voice his agreement. Rachel and Quinn scowled at him in response. Rachel's sour face didn't last long once Santana crawled forward on her hands and knees to spin the bottle from its spot on the floor. The cheerleader's position gave everyone in the room, especially Rachel, a perfect view of her breasts that seemed to be putting a lot of weight on the knots tied at her back and the base of her neck.

The room fell silent once the bottle finally settled and Rachel felt her heart drop as she looked down at the bottle pointed at her feet. She felt so torn.

On one hand, she could just take a truth or dare since she doubts Santana would have her do something irredeemable this far in their friendship. That option would also preserve said friendship. However the thought of kissing the girl of her fantasies was very tantalizing and Rachel knew that she realistically wouldn't get another chance like this without exposing her feelings for the girl first.

"What's it gonna be, Tiny?" Santana's raspy voice cut through her thoughts, bringing her back to the present moment.

"Dare." A chorus of 'oohs' rang out, but the two brunettes never broke eye contact. Santana's eyebrow quivered at the answer that she was sort of hoping to not hear. The Latina couldn't help but feel a little slighted at the fact that the girl she was secretly crushing on didn't want to kiss her.

"What's the matter, Berry? Scared you won't be able to handle this?"

"I'm scared of causing another mono outbreak at our school."

"Please, I've had mono so many times-"

"It turned into stereo." Santana looked around the room as her fellow glee club members finished her sentence for her.

"You guys make it sound like I'm a slut or something," Santana deadpanned. "Fine, whatever. If you won't kiss me, kiss the person in the room you find the most attractive." Puck immediately began putting chapstick on his lips, since he was feeling lucky tonight and was sure this dare would earn him another kiss.

For a while, Rachel didn't move from her position. She closed her eyes and focused her breathing before she got up and brushed invisible dirt off her legs. Without a word she crossed the distance between her and Santana and kneeled in front of the other girl. Before the alcohol warming her system and giving her confidence could wear off, she leaned forward and pressed her lips lightly to the fuller ones in front of her. Immediately there was a hand in her hair and a soft tongue flicking against her lips deepening the kiss and asking for entrance. Rachel would have been a fool to deny the girl at this point in time and so she let Santana control the pace of the kiss. The Jewish singer felt like she was on cloud nine. Santana's mouth was magic and Rachel knew she was addicted just from the small taste she was getting.

Just as that thought entered her mind, Rachel's eyes flew open and she tore her mouth from Santana's. Stunned looks were being thrown at the pair from every side of the room. Rachel tried to clean up what was left of her lip gloss as Santana simply leaned back on the palms of her hands and licked her lips while looking at Rachel with a look of mixed emotions.

"That was hot." Puck and Brittany seemed to be linked for a moment as they both had the same thought.

Artie chose to roll into the room with more shots poured for everyone and that was all it took for the party goers to continue with their game. Both brunettes continued to share glances for the rest of the night while the kiss played in their minds on repeat.

A.N.: First chapter of the new year is finally out, let me know what you think! Every review is incredibly appreciated.