Take You Dancing (Jason Derulo)
Quinn was late coming home.
I'd been texting her for an hour and she didn't respond.
She'd left me on read.
I was in a mood as I tried to shimmy into my jeans but they wouldn't fit over my hips like they used to.
My tears kept coming and then there was knocking at the door.
"Come in!" I yelled. "It's open!"
The door opened as I hopped out into the living room in my bra.
Britt looked at me with wide eyes and then kicked the door closed behind her.
"I came as soon as I saw your text. What are you doing?"
"Attempting...to get...dressed! Fuck!" I groaned as I finally, FINALLY got my jeans to button.
"But why, it's like dark out and dinner time."
"Why else? I want to go dancing!"
Britt laughed in my fucking face.
"You're kidding?" She asked as she stripped off her sweaty t shirt and began rooting around her bag for clean clothes.
"Uh...aren't you gonna shower first?"
"Am I allowed?"
I nodded, it's not like I was married.
Quinn and I had been ambitious a week ago when we were going to get married. My pregnancy brain had thought it was a swell idea until I realized it was still mid-May and I wouldn't be officially divorced from B for another four weeks.
I was a mess and left Quinn to call Papi and have him cancel his flights.
And I had shut down.
Which is why she wasn't answering her calls.
Each day I'd been clogging her voicemail up with apologies and sweet words but was an uber bitch in person.
And I guess she had enough.
Britt came out of the shower, dripping and smelling like Quinn's body wash while I slipped out of my sexy jeans and pulled on one of Q's sundresses.
It hid my belly better and was way more comfortable.
"Ready?" I asked B and she chuckled, shrugged her shoulders and followed behind me.
And I left a note, stuck to the door.
Shaking it out with B, while I still can.-S
I was giddy as we got to the front of the line at my favorite spot, the bouncer took one look at me and pulled out a sheet of paper and thrust it at me.
When I looked at the long legal form, I tilted my head.
"What is this bullshit?"
"Ma'am, if you want to come in you'll need to sign a waver. Loud music, dancing, drinking...we don't want to be liable if your baby is injured."
"Did he just call me ma'am?" I said to B who was about to go in without me. "Brittany!"
She turned and looked at me with flushed cheeks.
"Just sign the paper, baby."
"One, don't call me that. Two, I'm not signing this." I waved the paper around in a rage.
"Then I'm going to ask you to move to the side, you're blocking the line, ma'am."
"Again with the ma'am?"
He glared at me, which was a first.
Britt saw me lunging and was kind enough to grip me by the wrist and yank me the hell away before I got arrested for assaulting this bobo.
"Let me take you home, we can pig out in front of the tv, instead."
"Can we grab happy meals first? My set is almost complete."
Britt was being extra sweet as she put her arms around me and let me cry against her chest.
"Of course."
By the time that Britt and I stumbled through the door of my apartment, I was feeling marginally better but still offended that I, once a hot piece of ass was now just relegated to a ma'am, being asked to step to the side so more eligible and hot people could go inside.
But then I heard the bass and the lights were flickering.
"Cool, you didn't tell me your place doubles as a club! We didn't even need to go half across town!" Britt squealed but I had a feeling this party was only for me.
Quinn was dancing in the center of the room, eyes closed as her arms were swinging above her head in my signature dance move.
Then Britt picked her up and spun her around. The serene look on her face was replaced with one of terror as she slapped at Britt's shoulders until she was back on her feet.
"Hey." I said as I barreled her way, feeling unworthy of her sweetness.
"You're showing more, I figured they wouldn't let you in the club."
"Not without signing a waiver." I pouted.
"There's no waivers, here, San. Just you, me and apparently that giant child." She nodded her head towards B who was stripping to her sports bra and waving her shirt above her head.
"Are we ok?" I asked feel suddenly serious, when I saw the broken look in her eyes. "Are you?"
"They recast my role. I...got fired. I broke my phone...had to get a new one, that's why I'm late getting home...I saw your note and thought I'd have a party on my own...hoping you'd show up and we could have our own...club night."
"Those assholes!" I growled as I pulled her against me and slow danced to a song that was meant to be heard at a rave but I didn't care.
"Should I go?" Britt asked, sounding drunker in the ten fucking seconds we left her alone.
Quinn shook her head.
"Need a trinity night...is that weird?"
"Only if you make it weird." B said and then leaned in and kissed Quinn right on the mouth.
Quinn pulled away from Britt and looked at me but I could tell that I was just...well turned on.
Jealous old me...was turned on by seeing them kiss.
"Go on." I said and then they were kissing again but Quinn's arm was still wrapped around me, her hand squeezing my ass.
Then they started laughing and Quinn looked at B and shook her head.
"Well that was an experience."
"If you kiss Santana like that, then I approve." Britt giggled and then kissed us both on the foreheads before going back towards the kitchen.
"What the fuck was that?" I asked, the grin on my face never leaving.
Q shrugged. "I'm emotional, wanted to see what the hype was about. Meh. I'm better." She said, purring against my lips before kissing me hard.
She tasted like cherry chapstick and whatever tequila Britt had been drinking. My hands were groping and hers were scratching as we made out in the middle of my living room like two horny teenagers.
There was a wolf whistle and then Britt was yelling something incomprehensible before shutting the door to my second bedroom that just doubled as my closet. There was no bed, just a really comfortable couch and I was sure that she'd be just fine.
I look in Quinn's eyes and see indecision there but frankly, I'm not interested in whatever dark, depressing, skanky rabbit hole she wants to go down.
All I want is to dance.
So I turn around, back my ass up against her and pull her hands to my belly.
It takes her a second but then she's pressing her lips to the back of my neck and grinding against my ass.
"There she is." I mutter as I shake my ass.
"You look so cute in my dress...I just want to bury my hands under there and have my way with you...I read your newest chapter...it was hot."
"Do it." I urged her.
My face was pressed against the counter top as her hand pressed into me from behind.
"Fuck!" I yelped, not caring who heard us as she growled and worked through her frustration of being fired.
"Spread your legs for me, baby." The rasp in her voice was enough to make me cream myself.
When she had more access and my knees were screaming at me to sit the fuck down since I was starting to feel heavier, I let out a deep groan as I came.
Then I was falling to my knees and panting.
I was working on catching my breath as the music stopped and Quinn was kneeling beside me, thrusting a bottle of water in my face.
"Too much?" She asked looking so worried.
"Q?"
"Yes, baby...talk to me." I looked at her, tears blinding me.
"I think I'm too pregnant to act like I'm not anymore." I whimpered.
"Oh yeah, I know that point." She brushed my hair from my face and kissed my cheeks. "Want to climb on the couch and watch trashy television with your tub of ice cream?"
"Mmmhmm." I nodded, my lip still poked out.
"Want to take a shower first?"
"Yes please?"
"Are you going to only get more adorable as this goes on?"
I shrugged. "Probably but like a killer teddy bear with razor blades in his fur."
"Oh joy."
"But you know like...retractable ones that don't poke my boo thang."
"Okay, sillykins...let's get you up and naked."
"Is there a way to still...you know do it without my knees feeling like a mafioso took a bat to them?"
"Yes, my love."
"Are any of those things we can do in the shower?"
"Didn't you just have two orgasms?"
I pouted again. "You set a precedent with five at least...it's not my fault you can't live up to your own hype. I challenged.
Knowing what I would get out of poking the bear.