Title: Some Things Are Meant To Be [Part Five]
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4.5k

Notes: So I've gone over the plan for this and it's not going to be as long as my other multi-chaps. I reckon this will probably stop around the tenth chapter or so purely because that's how long I want it to go on for. If I happen to break up the chapters into halves it may be a little longer, but at the rate of these chapters which are a good 9k long, it'll only go for ten chapters or so. Hope that's okay for anyone who actually reads my fanfiction anymore! Thank you!

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It's Brittany's hen party and Santana's drunk as hell.

Probably not the most professional of things to do considering she's the wedding planner, but for tonight she's Brittany's best friend and okay, sure, that's still the opposite of what Shelby advised but so what? She was Brittany's best friend way before she was a wedding planner, so for tonight it's okay.

But anyway, she's drunk, like almost blowing chunks across the rooftop and maybe in the jacuzzi, drunk, and the first clue to that is that not only that she can't stop randomly sobbing, but because she can't take her eyes off Brittany. That may not seem that big because even when she's sober it's hard to control her stare, but there's a sash hooked over Brittany's torso with Future Mrs written on it and when Santana initially saw it, she almost blew chunks right then and there and that most decidedly wasn't because of the alcohol.

Although that whole situation definitely contributed to this whole drunkenness because once Jason's sister began talking about how starry-eyed Jason was after Brittany and his first date, Santana decided that drinking was the way to go and she can't even count on both hands how many times she's ordered the relatively good-looking waitress to get her more drinks of whatever was going. Mostly because when she looks at her hands she has four of them, but that's definitely not the point.

So that's why she's here, drunk, looking out over Manhattan from a terrace bar rooftop and wishing that she could clear her head a bit because the thoughts running through it would definitely be deemed inappropriate if anyone could hear them. Brittany's been drinking too which means the shirt's come off, hence Santana's thoughts, and when Jason's sister decided to give Brittany the gift of a wedding night sex game, Santana thought it be best to drink away from the crowd and so that's why she's here.

"Want another drink?"

The cute waitress sidles up beside her, holding an empty tray and Santana wobbles as she looks to her. "I'm good," she responds, but she's sure it doesn't come out as clear as it did in her head. "But thanks."

"No problem," the girl says and Santana narrows in as she fully takes in her appearance. She's cute. She's blonde, but definitely naturally brunette if the roots are anything to go by, her eyes are dark and wide and she's got this cute little bum chin. She's got a pretty decent body, too, or Santana thinks so but can't really tell beneath the waitress uniform, and she finds herself scanning the girl up and down before she can even stop herself.

"Like what you see?" The girl chuckles and puts down the empty tray on the side table before offering out her hand. "I'm Dani."

Santana squints slightly, knowing she's way to drunk to flirt. Not that she would if she was sober, but you know. "Santana," she responds and shakes the girl's hand, stumbling a little. But Dani's right there, clutching a firm bicep and holding her up.

"Whoa there, tiger," the waitress says, propping Santana back up against the railings. Though it's hard not to notice that she doesn't move her hand even when Santana's stable, just continues to touch her. "How drunk are you?"

Santana tries to laugh it off but she ends up dribbling a little and God, she totally has zero game when she's drunk. "Pretty drunk," she admits and giggles straight afterward. "But I was forced to drink, so."

"Ah yes, the old forced to drink ploy," Dani jokes and slides her arm around Santana's waist, deciding to move her over to one of the sofas. "Let's get you to a seat before you fall over and hurt yourself."

It's slightly irritating that someone she doesn't even know is looking after her because Santana's pretty sure Brittany should be at least checking up on her considering they're best friends and all, but she guesses it is Brittany's hen party. Brittany's allowed to be let off for this one, but she's not allowed to be let off for not even checking up on her. Santana can be a little pissed about that. If she remembers in the morning, that is.

Her butt hits the soft cushions and head falls back, and moments later a body's sliding beside her and her hands being lifted to curl around something cold. She manages to summon enough energy to look down at the object, and finds the waitress to her right, clasping her own hand to the glass and holding it to make sure it doesn't spill. All the touching is a tad foreign to her, especially because she's not even really trying to flirt with this girl but she supposes, in the most arrogant way she can, this girl likes what she sees. Or is just a genuinely nice person and trying to look after a drunk person, but Santana hasn't met someone like that yet and she's been in the city for over a decade, so she's going to go for the former.

"Drink some water," Dani instructs and helps raise the glass to Santana's lips. Her eyes follow the water the entire way and brown eyes narrow as Santana tries to figure out the intentions behind this girl. And because she's drunk, and when she's drunk she doesn't have a filter—not that when she's sober she has much of a filter either—she just comes out with it.

"Are you hitting on me?"

Dani's eyes flash to her in an instant and her eyebrows lift. Amusement flows in her expression as she tilts her head to the side and brings the glass back down, letting a tanned hand drop off so it can sit in her own lap without any assistance. "You're pretty forward, aren't you?"

Santana barely even feels the embarrassment. Truth is she can be forward, but right now isn't one of those times. She's just drunk and has no filter. "I hate playing games and the whole mixed signal thing," she admits and her eyes flicker to the left, finding Brittany by the bar, surrounded by a few of her friends, laughing her head off. "It complicates everything when they don't need to be complicated."

It must be like a magnetic pull because it's only a few seconds after Santana glances at her that blue eyes dart in her direction and the smile is wiped from Brittany's face as she looks between Dani and Santana, taking in the lack of space between them. Really, it's actually quite pathetic that Santana suddenly feels a buzz of satisfaction flowing through her, especially considering she just told the waitress how much she hates playing games, and it's nothing but hypocritical when she sits up a little and throws her arm over the back of the sofa, just to see Brittany's reaction.

Which is quite possibly the best thing Santana's ever seen because Brittany's never really been good at hiding her emotions when she's sober, but when she's drunk she might as well be Jim Carey in Liar Liar. She's pretty much incapable of lying or hiding anything she feels, and so the second she takes in Santana edging closer, her shoulders move backwards, her eyes narrow into tiny little slits, her jaw clenches and the jealousy becomes evident.

And well, Santana may be drunk, she may be an idiot for doing this, but she's sure as hell enjoying it. Maybe playing games isn't that bad.

"How drunk are you?" Dani comes back with, still not answering the question and Santana drags herself away from staring at her best friend to look at the girl beside her.

"Drunk enough to not care that we've only met, but not drunk enough that I don't know what I'm doing," she replies with complete honesty. Wow, that water works magic, apparently. She doesn't feel half as drunk as she did a minute ago, although she knows the sober Santana probably wouldn't be doing this.

The waitress just narrows her eyes and smiles coyly, running her tongue along her teeth and tilting her head to the side. "Then maybe we should get to know each other a little better," she suggests, her hand creeping on to Santana's thigh. "I get off my shift in ten minutes," she looks around to the crowd of girls by the bar, including Brittany who's no longer looking this way but definitely looking a lot less happy than she was a minute ago. "Think your bride-to-be friend would let me crash so we could talk?"

Santana pauses for a second, sucks in her lips and really looks at this girl in front of her. She knows this won't be going anywhere after tonight, mostly because Brittany won't be there and she has no intention of it going anywhere past this moment considering she's kind of head over heels for someone else, blonde, tall, beautiful and engaged, but she still thinks they could have some fun. It's a little unfair, but she's drunk and hurt and Brittany's staring at them like she wants to take Santana away and it's making her feel good.

So she's just going to do it and see what happens.

"I'm sure she won't have a problem with it," she murmurs, eyes still trained on Brittany. Taking a deep breath, she looks back to Dani and offers a sweet and slightly seductive smile, "I'm sure she won't have a problem with it at all."

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An hour later and they're still sitting on the sofa talking. Dani went off to change after Santana told her Brittany would be cool with her crashing the party, and she's now sitting here wearing her black work blouse, but her hair's down and wavy around her shoulders and she's changed into jeans. She looks a hell of a lot more casual now and Santana finds herself pretty attracted to her.

But yes, there's someone a lot more attractive and within ten meters, so it's hard to concentrate on Dani completely. Especially because Brittany's still shooting daggers their way every five minutes and it's thrilling in a lame kind of way.

"So how do you know the bride-to-be then?"

Santana sips on her beer and shifts her elbow on the back of the sofa. Her knee has been touching Dani's for a while now and her spare hand's toying with the bracelet around the other girls wrist, and she knows how it looks and frankly, she's happy with that. "She's my best friend," she tells her honestly. "But I'm actually her wedding planner, too."

"Ah, a wedding planner," Dani comments and wets her lips, leaning forward a bit more. There's not a lot of room between their faces if she's honest, and she knows the waitress wants to kiss her because her eyes keep darting down every few seconds, but something's holding Santana back. Which she's pretty sure is staring at her as they speak. "I wouldn't have taken you for that."

"So what do you do then?" She quickly changes the subject and turns away to clear her throat, meanwhile putting a little space between them. "Apart from being a waitress to privileged assholes," she jokes.

The girl chuckles and Santana smiles. If she's honest, she's enjoying Dani's company quite a lot, and in any other situation she'd probably have already asked for her number or something, but like she said before, she's kind of feeling someone else and to do that to Dani just wouldn't be fair. Not that what she's doing now is pretty fair, purposely trying to piss Brittany off by flirting with this random girl, but she's too drunk to really care.

Maybe tomorrow she will.

"I'm actually a singer, song-writer," Dani informs her and Santana widens her eyes, shocked yet intrigued. "Attempting to make it in the big city is harder than the movies make it look."

"I can imagine," she says and leans forward. "But I'll let you into a little secret," she beckons Dani forward and waits until her lips are brushing over the shell of the girls ear before she speaks. "I can sing, too."

When she pulls back the other girl is looking at her curiously, but smiling like she just unveiled something miraculous. "You're just full of secrets, aren't you?" Dani comments through a smirk and somehow she makes it sound a hell of a lot more flirtatious than Santana thinks it's supposed to but she still leans forward and narrows her eyes playfully.

"I'm a walking secret, honey," she says and her voice lowers into that seductive tone she uses whenever she tries to get laid.

And it must work, too, because instead of responding Dani just moves forward, her tongue poking out to swipe across her lips and Santana's taking in a deep breath, unable to stop herself from panicking because she knows the girl's about to kiss her and she doesn't know what to do. She hasn't spared a glance at Brittany in the past few minutes and her heart's suddenly beating frantically because the thought of hurting Brittany by those blue eyes seeing them kiss, even though she isn't Brittany's, makes her want to throw herself off the rooftop.

Though it seems as if someone up in heaven is looking down at her because the second warm breath covers the bottom half of her face, there's a loud yelling and she's reeling away like she just walked into glass.

"TIME FOR SHOTS," the voice screams and Santana whips her head around to find Brittany standing in the middle of the terrace, on top of a table, holding a bottle of tequila and vodka up in the air, staring at her with challenge in her eyes and a smirk on her face. And it only takes Santana about two seconds to realize that the interruption was intentional as Brittany steps down from the table and makes a bee line straight to Santana and Dani, holding out a bottle of liquor and narrowing her eyes even further as they dart between the two girls.

"So, which one of you love birds wants to go first?" She snarls and Santana finds the satisfaction blooming in her chest at the sheer jealousy in Brittany's tone.

Because, well, the games are about to begin.

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Apparently when Santana and Dani were talking on the sofa, a few male strippers turned up to put on a show. Judging by the lack of concentration for them, Santana's assuming Brittany wasn't impressed or just wasn't even watching them because they're all over her friends and Jason's sister and not paying any attention to the bride-to-be, and Santana's pretty sure they're paid to do that.

But anyway, there are male strippers, a few drunk women and Brittany, Dani and Santana, all crowded around the bar. One of the strippers is currently lying on the bar, and Jason's sister is licking a line up the center of the guys abs and pouring salt on it, and Santana's all kinds of bored with that. However she's not bored with the reaction Brittany's having to Dani's arm winding around her waist and how Dani's leaning in to talk to Santana. In fact, she's enjoying it so much that she finds herself making eye contact with Brittany as the waitress does so and smirks a little at the blonde in a small take that sign.

It's petty, and pathetic, and Brittany to her credit is trying her best not to visibly show her emotions, but she is squeezing a lemon really hard and it's starting to leak juice all over the bar, so that kind of speaks for itself.

"I better get a turn with you," Dani whispers into her ear and Santana pulls back to look into the girls eyes, winking.

"You got it," she flirts and watches Jason's sister take the lime from the male strippers mouth before he gets up and makes room for her. Santana steps forward, already stripping herself of her top before she lies down on the bar to take his place and it doesn't go a miss that several eyes, including Brittany's, Dani's and one of the male strippers, almost bug out their heads because she knows she's got a great body.

Still, when she finds herself lying down and one of the other male strippers pouring the salt over the dip in her abs and handing her the piece of lime between her teeth, she gets nervous. There's no real reason why, especially because Dani's just stepped up and is smiling down seductively at her, almost like she wants to ravish her right there and then, but the nerves kick in and a chill runs down her spine.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

"Oh, we have two contenders."

Santana, who's lying there with a lime piece wedged between her teeth, frowns. Her eyes flicker to Dani who's leaning over her and instantly she's struck with confusion. Two contenders? "Huh?" She grunts, some of the lime juice trickling into her mouth.

But all she sees is Dani raise her eyebrows slightly and look up, and it takes some positioning and discomfort, but Santana manages to tilt her head back enough to see Brittany sauntering from the end of the bar, straight toward her. Her eyes are narrowed and expression determined and shit, it's actually really hot. Maybe Brittany doing a shot off her bare torso isn't such a good idea if she thinks that, though. These jeans are pretty tight and God only knows she could out her little secret by bulging. Not the best way for that type of information to come out.

"Ladies, ladies," the male stripper with the very small speedos on says, stepping forward and holding his arms out to separate the crowd. "I'm sure there's enough of this hot piece of ass to go around for the both of you."

Santana narrows her eyes but throws a look toward Brittany, challenging her. "I'm sure I can handle both of you," she argues and a spiral of excitement shoots down her spine. It's lame, and really pointless because this won't change the situation whatsoever, and she'll still be the one ending up alone and looking like a total idiot with a cute waitress who she's not actually that interested in chasing after her, but for now it's fun, and for now Brittany's jealous and that makes it worth it.

"Okay, well, let's get her prepped!" The stripper yells and everyone cheers as the topless guy behind the bar pours another stripe of salt on to her abs and instead gestures for Brittany to round the bar and Dani step up to her so each girl is either side of Santana, yet the two women narrow their eyes when they come face to face, and suddenly it doesn't quite feel like a body shot challenge, but more like a battle. It's kind of hot.

"Ladies, take a lick," the stripper smiles lasciviously and there's several claps and screams of woo woo as both women lean down.

And honestly, it's a little hard—literally—not to get turned on because there's two very attractive women holding their hair back and leaning down to get closer to her abs and she's twitching with anticipation at what's to come. The only ever time people have ever licked her abs is when they've been two seconds away from going down on her or riding her and it's difficult to fight the image of one of these girls, in particular, doing this to her.

She's really got to stop thinking how sexual this is. It's just a body shot. She's done it off random people, for fuck sake.

When a tongue pulls up the left side of her ribcage, she sucks in a deep, shaky breath. Her eyes flutter and it's warm and strangely arousing and for a second she forgets who is on which side but then her eyes burst open and she sees blue eyes and a blonde head of hair crawling up her body and fuck, so many thoughts of what that tongue could be doing without all these eyes on her flash through her mind. There's not a doubt in her mind that Brittany's just incredible with that tongue and she's about to splutter the lime wedge from her mouth when there's another tongue dragging up the right side of her ribcage.

"Fuck," she mutters beneath her breath, her fists curling against the bar top because there's two tongues on her body and she's definitely beginning to bulge.

But then both muscles are gone and she's suddenly feeling cold. Her stomach tightens involuntarily and her chest moves rapidly as she waits for the next part because she knows this is now a race between who's going to get the lime wedge first because she wasn't handed another one. And she opens her eyes just in time to see Brittany and Dani glaring at each other across her whilst downing the tequila shot before there's a hand grabbing her forearm and pulling her up, and a face coming toward her, taking the lime wedge from her teeth quickly and biting down to release the juice.

She doesn't even get to breathe before the sound of a lime wedge being spat out is registering in her mind before there's a warm pair of lips, soft, sweet but tangy due to lime covering her own and someone's kissing her. Her eyes shut immediately, her brain confused and aching a little at how quickly this whole thing just went and she stiffens, not even able to kiss whoever it is back before the mouth's gone and everyone's a little too quiet for her liking.

"Whoa," one of the male strippers says and Santana carefully opens her eyes, seeing Dani standing in front of her with a smirk, her thumb running over her bottom lip as she sends a wink to her. Guess she knows who kissed her then. "That was hot."

Brown eyes flick over to Brittany, standing on the other side of the bar because she just can't help it and it kind of kills her when she sees the look on her face. Those damn blue eyes are glossing over, Brittany's jaw line is tight from where she's trying to hold back the tears and Santana almost feels bad that Dani just kissed her, that she did it in front of Brittany. But then because she's drunk, and because Brittany's engaged and because this is Brittany's hen party, she thinks it's okay and that's the only reason she can give it for a few moments to not feel bad.

The feeling over guilt quickly vanishes in a matter of seconds though because one moment Brittany's looking like she's about to burst into tears, and the next her eyes have that look of determination, her head is tilting down and she's grabbing Santana by the shoulder, pushing her back down to the bar and throwing her arm out, silently asking for the salt. Sensing the tension in the room, the male stripper obliges and Santana doesn't even argue, just enjoys this moment of domination and lets Brittany do her thing. Like everyone else in the room does.

Salt trickles all over her abs, but mostly in the dip of them and everything's intense and hot by the time Brittany licks up the line and takes all the salt with it. The only thing Santana can hear is the pounding of her pulse inside her ears, all the can feel is the tingle buzzing around her body and all she can see is Brittany coming up to her face with a lime wedge and a shot, and pushing the lime wedge between Santana's lips.

"Lick, suck, sip," the blonde whispers, her eyes devilish and seductive and she downs the shot in one before throwing the glass aside, a smashing sound echoing in the back before her hand is sliding around Santana's neck and teeth are biting down on the lime wedge, pulling it free from her mouth. Brown eyes widen considerably and she knows that's over, that Brittany wouldn't dare kiss her in front of all these people because there's no reason for it, yet the moment Brittany's supposed to pull away, she doesn't, just stays a few tiny inches away from Santana's face and gazes drunkenly into her eyes.

And it's not like they haven't done it before. It's not like she doesn't know what it's like to kiss Brittany, but she thinks that makes it worse because she knows how incredible it is but there's so many reasons why they shouldn't be doing it. One being some douche bag called Jason and the other being a few thousand dollars sitting on her fourth finger.

Still, she's drunk, and all those reasons just aren't really seeping into her brain, and so instead of resisting she just waits.

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It was short, but hopefully sweet! Don't worry, there's more coming... If you review that is ;)