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Glee: Season 1 Episode 5 - The Rhodes Not Taken

Chapter Two
Once school is finished for the day, I walk across the parking lot with Brittany, our pinkies of course entwined as always, towards my car. I take my backpack off my shoulder and pull my keys out, unlocking my car as I do so. I throw my bag onto the backseat and get in. I look to the passenger side and pick up the couple of empty drink bottles on the seat and throw them into the back as Brittany gets in.
"Do you ever clean your car?" she chuckles looking at me as I pull out of the parking lot, bumping her shoulder into mine.
"Do you want to walk?" I tease back in response "Cos that's an option". I glance at the backseat in my rear-view mirror. It's not that bad I think to myself. If you ignore the drinks bottles, protein shakers and granola bar wrappers everything else in there is essential. You never know when you might need an emergency pair of heels or a jacket and it's always good to have choice. We spend the rest of the short drive talking about various random things and singing along to the radio.

Once we arrive at Brittany's house I grab my duffle bag out of the car, and we walk towards the door. Brittany opens it and we head towards her bedroom.
"Hiya girls" her mum shouts from the kitchen as she hears the front door close.
"Hey" we shout back in unison. We just about make it up the stairs when I feel somebody latch onto me from behind.
"Santana!" the voice belonging to the body squeals. I shake my head and laugh at Brittany as I turn around, the arms still wrapped around my waist.
"Hey squirt" I smile as I look down to see the little blonde girl, she's the spitting image of Brittany and exactly how I image Britt must had looked at her age. I wrap my arms around her, hugging her back. She looks up at me resting her chin on my stomach, squeezing harder and not letting go.
"Guess what, guess what, guess what" she says excitably at me "…I scored eleven goals today. That was more than all of the boys put together" she smiles proudly.
"Oh wow. Carli Lloyd better watch out for you" I smile back at her. I can't help but smile at her excitable demeanour, she reminds me of how I was when I was young, so carefree, and doing what she loves not worrying about what anybody else thinks, being better than all the boys. I take my arms away from her and try to walk towards Brittany's bedroom door, but she holds on tighter. I look back towards Brittany and let out a soft laugh, who ends up having to peel the little girl off me.
"Come on Hailey, it's time to let go of Santana now" she laughs at her sister, lifting her off the ground from behind.
"But I haven't seen her in like forever" she whines back.
"You saw me yesterday" I laugh at her.
"That was a whole day ago" she sulks, eventually letting go off my waist and turning to run into Brittany's room, jumping onto her bed. We exchange glances then follow her in. "So, what we doing? What are we watching?"
"You choose" Brittany answers passing the television remote to her sister, then sitting next to me on her bed. Brittany's so good with her sister I've never even seen her raise her voice at her, sometimes I wish I had a little sister but then I spend an evening with Hailey and I'm good. I don't know how she does it. Then again, I've never seen Brittany raise her voice to anyone before.
"YEY! Erm…HANNAH MONTANNA" Hailey screams, digging in the pile of DVDs next to the television to find the right one. Britt and I look at each other and I roll my eyes. Every time, it's Hannah Montana. Hailey runs back to the bed and pushes her way in between the two of us, belting out 'The Best of Both Worlds' as she does.

After forty minutes of Hannah Montana hell, Mrs. Pierce finally calls Hailey down for dinner, Brittany locks her bedroom door as her sister reluctantly leaves the room. "Sorry about her" Brittany apologises, she does this every time Hailey finally leaves us in peace.
"I told you. You don't need to apologise. I like your sister. She cute." I reply, giving Brittany a hug and kissing her cheek. Britt gives the best hugs I think to myself. "But now that she's gone…" I go to my duffle bag and pull out a bottle "the party can really start". I smile, showing Brittany the bottle of vodka that I lifted from the local liquor store the other day. I take a drink from the bottle and pass it over to Brittany who takes a drink, switching on her stereo. Between the pair of us, we drink a third of the bottle as we start to get ready for Jason's party. I can't wait to spend the night drinking and partying with Brittany and the buzz of the vodka is helping to add to the excitement. Once we are both ready, I take a look at Brittany. Wow she looks hot, no I mean good, no I mean nice you know in a platonic best friend kind of way I convince myself. We stand next to each other in front of Brittany's mirror for one final check.
"San. We look super-hot" she smiles in the mirror "Chase won't be able to keep his hands off of you" she adds. Shit, Chase I forgot about him.

We make the ten-minute walk up to Jason's house, having met Chase on the way, and the party is already in full swing. Its mainly the football team and the Cheerios, you know the popular kids and apart from me, Britt, Puck and Matt there's not an annoying Glee Club member in sight. We see Puck first as we enter the house and make our way to towards the kitchen. He pours us all a drink.
"You know, there's a spare bedroom upstairs just waiting for us" Puck whispers in my ear as he passes me my drink.
"In your dreams Puckerman" I whisper back in his ear, my lips grazing across his ear lobe. I hold Chase's hand in mine as we head out into the back garden, turning my head back towards Puck and winking at him as we do so. It's always good to know that Puck's still an option if things don't work out with Chase.

Out in the back yard the music is blaring, and the drinks are flowing. "Oh, I love this song" Brittany shouts over the music "Come dance with me" she grabs me by the arm and pulls me to where a group of people are dancing. I let go of Chase's hand and happily allow her to lead me away, not giving him a second thought. Out the corner of my eye I see him go over to talk to a couple of the other guys who play for the McKinley High Titans. We spend the next hour or so laughing and dancing together, just Brittany and I, becoming gradually more intoxicated as the night goes on.
"C'mon, let's take a break" I shout over the music to Brittany, spotting some free chairs. My feet are starting to hurt, I don't know how much longer I can dance for and if it was up to Britt we'd dance non-stop all night. I guide her over to the chairs and sit down next to her. Puck comes over to us handing us each another drink. I take a sip. I'm not even sure what I'm drinking at this point it all tastes the same, but it's alcoholic not the less so who cares. I look around to see Chase and Jason in a group of football players talking.
"Ladies, fancy a game of beer pong?" Jason comes up to us and asks as he motions to the table, all set up with red solo cups, six on each side. "You and Chase versus me and Britt" he suggests.
"Hells yeah" Brittany squeals jumping up spilling her drink as she does. She grabs my hand and drags me towards the table. I stand next to Chase on one side of the table with Brittany and Jason on the other. I look are around to see a group of people gathering to watch. Drunk or not, I've never lost a game of beer pong in my life.
"You're going down bitches" I say, downing the rest of my drink, squashing the cup in my hand and throwing it on the floor, then giving Chase a good luck kiss before we start.

Jason goes first. He misses. Ha, I laugh. Chase goes next, he misses too. I roll my eyes and shake my head, he better not lose this for me. Brittany's turn, the ball hits the rim of the one of the cups and then the floor. Ooh, that was close I think to myself. Now it's the masters turn. I take the ball, line it up and it goes into one of the cups. 1-0. "Britt, drink" I laugh. She picks up the cup and downs it in one. I high five Chase, we're winning. It's back to Jason's turn, he misses again, the same with Chase he misses too. Brittany next, she lines up the ball and gets it into one of the cups. Dam, 1-1
"You're turn to drink now San" she laughs as I pick up the cup. I take a breath and down the drink in one. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand I pick up the ball. I throw it, it goes in again. 2-1. See, I told you I was good at this game. Brittany drinks. Both Jason and Chase miss again. Before Brittany takes her shot, I turn to Chase.
"No offence, but you two are shit" I say. The crowd that has gathered murmurs in agreement "I think you should both let me and Britt handle this". Brittany takes her shot, it goes in. I drink. 2-2. I crack my fingers preparing myself for battle as both the boys have stepped to the side to join the crowd. Brittany may be my best friend, but there's no way I'm letting her win. I've got a reputation to uphold. A couple of more shots miss, then it gets back to my turn. I throw the ball; it lands in a third cup. 3-2. I smirk, Brittany picks up the cup and drinks. She puts the cup down and takes something out of her mouth. What is that I wonder. It's a small piece of laminated paper.

"Oh yeah, we put dares in some of the cups" Jason laughs seeing our confused faces as he high-fives Puck.
"What does it say Britt?" I ask, if the boys, especially Puck, have made up the dares it could be absolutely anything.
"Erm…take off one layer of clothing" she reads. She then throws the paper over her shoulder and takes off her shirt and the crowd cheer. Yep, she's drunk I think to myself, 'stripper Brittany' has come out I laugh and cheer with the rest of the group. My insides tighten as I look across and see her bare stomach. I gulp and push the feeling down. Brittany makes the next shot. 3-3. I drink and pull a piece of paper out of the cup. I focus my vision on it and read.

"Make out with the hottest guy" I read. I turn to find Chase in the crowd and usher him forward with my finger. He comes to meet me. I kiss him, then deepen it. I still feel nothing. We make out for a couple of minutes, until I pull away. That's enough of that I think to myself, I've got a game to win. I turn back towards the table. A couple more shots miss and then I make the next one. 4-3 to me. Brittany drinks, there's no dare in that cup so the game continues. I make the next shot in the game, to bring the score to 5-3. Only one more to go, I can almost taste victory. Brittany drinks and pulls a piece of paper out of her mouth. Another dare.

"Make out with the hottest girl" she reads giggling, walking around the table. Shit is she walking towards me, I look towards Chase out of the corner of my eye. My insides tighten again. Maybe she's just walking past me towards someone else. My heart skips a beat as she reaches me. She cups my face with her hand and leans in. Wow, her hands are so soft and gentle, I'd never realised how soft they are before. The crowd goes silent (well in my head anyway). I freeze. Our lips meet. It's like a surge of electricity courses through my body. I kiss her back. My heart races as she deepens the kiss, her tongue tracing my lips asking for permission. I grant her access; she does the same. I put my hands on the bare skin on her hips and unintentionally pull her closer to me. Our mid-sections touch, sending another shot of electracy though my body. I try my hardest to compose myself as the kiss finishes when she pulls away, trying my hardest not to smile, a real smile. I look to the floor and bite my bottom lip as she giggles turning away and back to the other end of the table. Holy. Fucking. God.

The game continues and I miss my next four shots, I can't concentrate. Not after that kiss. Why the hell do I feel like this? This is not right, I shouldn't feel like this, it's wrong. Does Brittany feel the same as I do? A flurry of thoughts enters my head. I try my best to push them down and concentrate on the task at hand. Brittany makes the next shot in the game. 5-4. I drink. The drink actually helps. I'm able to get Brittany and that kiss out of my mind, if only for a second. After I drink, I pick the ball up, time to finish this I think to myself. I aim the ball at the one remaining cup on Brittany's side of the table and make the shot. 6-4. Winner. Brittany drinks for the last time in the game and pulls out another white slip of paper.

"Give one person a lap dance" she giggles and makes her way around the table again. "C'mon San" she laughs taking my hand, leading me to a sofa and gestures for Matt to get off. He does. She pushes me down. Again I freeze, unsure on what I'm feeling right now. She climbs on my lap. I gulp as she starts to dance seductively. I bite my bottom lip, not knowing where to look, trying my best to look away. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help but watch, my eyes and full attention on her. Only her. It's like we're the only ones at the party. My insides come to life, like somebody has set off a couple of fireworks in the pit of my stomach. Brittany kisses my neck. I try to steady my breathing as she does, taking a deep shaky breath, trying my best to control my racing heart beat and compose myself. It's not working. I put my hands on the small of her back, you know just to make sure she doesn't fall I try to convince my self. It takes all of my inner strength not to move them south. Should I, shouldn't I. I feel my hands slowly moving down her back, like they have a mind of there own, my resolve all but gone...

"Okay. Okay. That's enough" I hear a voice and snap back to reality as I see a hand grab Brittany's shoulder and guide her off my lap. It's Chase, what the hell is he doing. It doesn't mean anything, it's only a bit of fun, I tell myself. He grabs my hand and leads me towards the house.
"Where we going?" I ask, turning my head to see Brittany stood there.
"To have sex" he replies guiding me up the stairs to an empty bedroom. I shrug my shoulders in apology to Brittany as she fades into the distance.

Chase locks the door behind us and starts to undress. We kiss. I feel nothing. The kiss deepens, still nothing. How can I feel nothing I think, as I pull Chase on top of me. I need to feel something. Anything. Chase kisses my stomach, again nothing. I start to worry. Why did I feel all those things from just a kiss, just a touch with Brittany, but nothing when I have sex with Puck or Chase or any other guy? What is wrong with me. This is meant to feel good, but it just doesn't. It doesn't feel like anything. The feeling I had with Brittany, now that was wrong. Yes, I felt something, but I shouldn't have. I love Brittany, she's my best friend, but I'm not a lesbian. That feeling I felt, it was just my body telling me how wrong it was. Passion is just a myth, something that's written about in songs and movies, it doesn't happen in real life. This with Chase, with Puck, with the other guys, this is was its meant to feel like. Yeah, that's it, I convince myself. Buy the time I'd sorted out the conundrum growing in my mind Chase had already climaxed and I hadn't even noticed.
"That…Was…Epic" Chase says breathlessly, lying on the bed next to me. "I always knew sex was gonna be good, but I didn't think it would be that good"
"Yeah…epic" I lie, repeating his sentiment. Wait what! Was he a virgin? Maybe that's why he wanted to wait and take it slow. He was waiting for love, and that's not me, I know that I don't love him. A guilty feeling comes flushing over my body. That's not the feeling I wanted. He should have waited.