puck&the glee club taking the girls to an upscale strip/cabaret club for a joint bacholerrete party , brittany disappears,& a hot blonde in a mask does a hot performance for santana,& at the end britt takes off the mask
Santana's completely against the idea of letting Noah Puckerman be in charge of their bachelorette party, but when he offers to cover all expenses, courtesy of the year and half he's spent so far in the Air Force, and Brittany's right there next to her smiling those secret grins and wiggling her brows and saying that it sounds really fun, Santana has no other choice but to agree. It isn't until it's just her and Brittany alone in their hotel room when Brittany asks if Santana's really okay with Puck being in charge; she doesn't want to force her soon-to-be wife into doing anything that she doesn't really want to do.
"Yeah, it's okay. I just don't see why we need to do a bachelorette party," Santana mumbles shyly, brushing through her hair while Brittany stays perched on the bed. It confuses Brittany to hear her say something like that when she's wanted to keep everything relatively traditional, "It's like people use it as an excuse to go crazy one last time before getting married, like once you're married that's it the fun is over and I don't see being married to you like that at all. I can't wait to be your wife and I don't need a last hurrah because I know our lives are just going to get even better once we're married." Santana catches Brittany smiling that gooey, lovesick grin through the reflection of the mirror and clears the softness from her voice as she spins around to join her fiancée on the bed, "Besides, with Puck in charge, I'm scared we'll end up in some hole-in-the-wall strip club infested with diseases and gross drunken men who hit on anything with legs and I just don't want to have to go all Lima Heights on someone the day before our wedding."
"I don't want you to have to do that either." Brittany chuckles, lifting her arm so that Santana can slip into her usual spot, "But I understand what you mean about the bachelorette party thing; I just want to celebrate that it'll be the last night I can call you my fiancée and I want to celebrate us and how far we've come before we begin a new part of our lives. It'll be a fun time, San, I promise! I think it'll be good for us to relax too; you definitely need it, you've started grinding your teeth in your sleep again and you only do that when you're super stressed out."
"And the only way to do all that is at a strip club?" Santana snickers but Brittany's just smirks and pinches softly at Santana's side, "What? Babe..you can't blame me for not wanting some random girl grinding all up on this when I've got you."
"I'm flattered," Brittany chuckled, kissing Santana's cheek, "But who said anything about a strip club?"
When the limo Puck rented for their entourage, mostly the girls from Glee Club and Mike since he's pretty much the only guy Brittany and Santana actually like, pulls up to a beaten down brick building with a flashing neon sign, Santana resists the urge to bury her face in her hands: this was exactly what she expected with Puck in charge.
But she goes with it because Brittany's practically bouncing in her seat with excitement and she doesn't want to ruin the mood by being grumpy. If Brittany's by her side, she can get through pretty much anything anyway.
Everyone piles out of the limo and Puck leads the way inside, nodding to the bouncer who lets everyone pass without a second glance causing people in line to grumble. To say Santana's surprised to see bowties and bowler hats, corsets and pin up hairdos, a live band set up on stage playing upbeat jazz music, would be an understatement. She stares wide-eyed and baffled as she looks around the open club; the bar is packed, nearly every booth is taken, waitresses walk around in tastefully skimpy costumes varying from sailors to cops to classic Burlesque. Nothing about the place is frumpy or disease infested, if anything, it's the complete opposite!
"I reserved a section over here," Puck says, gesturing to the opposite side of the bar. Everyone follows along, until they get to a room that overlooks the seating area and has an awesome view of the stage. Santana's not sure what kind of shows they put on, but she's at least a little interested now considering there aren't any stripper poles in sight.
"This place is nice, huh?" Brittany whispers once everyone's seated in the big booth, her hand wandering over to squeeze at Santana's thigh.
"It is." Santana nods, overlapping Brittany's hand with hers, then looks over to Puck who's actually attempting to be a good host, "I approve."
"I knew you would," Puck smirks, "Wait till we've gotten a few drinks in you, it'll get even better."
The waitress that's assigned to their room wears a glittery sailor hat and a snug fitting one piece that shows off perfectly tan legs. Her hair falls in loose curls beneath her hat and her lipstick is almost as red as the stage curtains. Brittany sees Santana eyeing the girl's outfit and before she can even say anything, Santana's leaning against Brittany's shoulder and whispering, "I would look so smoking in that."
"You'd look smoking in anything," Brittany chuckles as the waitress starts taking drink orders then lets her lips brush against the shell of Santana's ear, "And also very, very-"
"Hey, hey can you two at least wait till we get a few drinks in before you get all gross and in love?!" Mercedes swats at them causing the fiancées to blush and pull away just a bit.
"That's impossible!" Sugar giggles and Mercedes sighs and agrees.
"With Noah ordering all the alcohol he is," Quinn adds, "I doubt they'll last long at all."
Quinn's right, by the fourth round Santana feels warm all over and it feels like her skin tingles at every little touch Brittany makes. She's giggly and her cheeks feel rosy and she sways a bit but Brittany keeps her arm around her so she doesn't float off. Heat swells in her chest and throbs between her legs and she's just itching to take Brittany's hand and run off like they used to in high school, but she can tell Brittany's having a good time with their friends too.
"This was such a good idea, Britt-Britt." Santana mumbles, her body buzzing, "I'm so glad we came."
Brittany's also got a nice buzz going as she proceeds to sing The Wanted's I'm Glad You Came and has the whole table laughing and, it's not a Glee club hang out without it, singing along with her. Santana's so drunk already that she doesn't even have a mean word to say when the table erupts in song, she just bobs her head to the words and holds Brittany's hand beneath the table.
When the lights dim even more and the band on stage starts to rearrange their equipment, Brittany begins to feel antsy.
"Do you have to pee?" Santana asks, noticing Brittany's bouncing knee, but her answers gets drowned about by Sugar.
"The show's about to start!" Sugar squeaks, "We should get closer, I hear they throw glitter off stage."
"But we've got the perfect view right- ow!" Mike pouts and Mercedes elbowing him, "What's that for?"
No one answers him, but things seem to click on their own and he quickly slides out of the booth, "I will find a table."
"You say you need to pee?" Quinn asks as Sugar and Mercedes slide out too, "Come with us, I've got to go too."
"Me too!" Sugar adds, and before Santana can join them Puck's sliding Quinn's beer to her.
"You can't get up until you finish that." Puck says and Santana's eyes dart to Brittany as the girls start to pull her off in the direction of the bathroom.
"I'll be right back, baby!" She says and blows a kiss to her for good measure. Santana nods, all dopey grins and heart eyes, before looking at Quinn's bottle and drinks.
"Shouldn't we go down with Mike?" Santana asks behind a hiccup after finishing the drink but Puck shakes his head.
"Yeah, but in a little bit." He says, squinting down at the seating area, "I think he's still looking around for a table."
Santana tries to look too but her visions already pretty blurry around the edges, she'll just take his word for it, "Thanks for taking us out. This is a nice place."
"No problem, Lopez, you two deserve it!" Puck chuckles and Santana grins because sometimes Puck is a good guy. When the lights dim again and the curtains on stage begin to part, he stands up, "Well, that's my cue."
Santana makes a move to stand too when he turns to leave the room but he tells her to stay put. She doesn't know why, if everyone's going to sit down shouldn't she be there too? But she's drunk and she probably wouldn't make the trip by herself anyway, so she stays like she's told. She's beginning to get a little impatient because she didn't really plan on being all alone in their reserved room surrounded by empty shot glasses and beer bottles and Brittany-less.
She's just about to get up for real this time because Brittany's been away from her for way too long and what if she's puking in the bathroom or needs her help with something, like an orgasm, but someone comes into the room and shuts the heavy black curtains behind them.
Santana's even more confused to see long legs and a light blue and white corset showing off the person's hourglass figure. She finds herself swallowing hard as the woman nears her, slow and to the beat of the song blaring through the speakers of the lounge. She looks just like an angel in her bright colors and feathered mask, almost like she was emitting light in the dark room. With the only light a center spotlight now too dim to really illuminate anything, the woman is well hidden.
"Uhh, I think you've got the wrong room." Santana stutters when the woman stalks towards her, pale fingers sliding up tanned thighs. She twitches at the touch and curses herself for feeling anything when the person her isn't Brittany. She assumes this was all Puck's idea and she proceeds to plan a way of revenge but her thoughts don't really run smoothly when the woman's hands feel pretty nice on her skin, like she knows just how to touch her, and it doesn't help that her outfit is super sexy.
"Relax." She says and Santana swears that voice sounds familiar but it's probably the alcohol playing with her head, but she clenches her jaw and makes a move to leave the room because what if Brittany walks in on them? They're not doing anything bad, it's just a dance and Brittany would be the first person to say a dance between two people is perfectly fine as long as Santana doesn't have feelings for the other person which she totally doesn't because she just met her if abruptly locking her in the room even counts as meeting- "I said, relax.."
There's a calming tone to the woman's voice that contrasts with the rough way the woman's hands press on Santana's shoulders and suddenly she's sweating bullets. Santana finds herself sinking back into the booth, her legs hanging over the edge as the woman begins to dance for her. It's slow and sensual and her heart hammers in her chest as the woman spins and rocks her ass against Santana's lap.
"Oh God." Santana breathes out, her eyes shut tight and hand griping the table so hard that her knuckles pale. She doesn't want to touch the woman, that's probably part of the rules, but the woman reaches for Santana's hand curled against the edge of the table and presses it to her torso, the material of the silk corset smooth against Santana's warm palm.
"It's okay, Santana." The woman says softly when Santana flinches away from touching her. The brunette's heart thuds at the sound of her name rolling off the woman's tongue. Puck must've told the dancer her name but Santana can't help but think she sounds just like Brittany. Everything about the woman screams Brittany; her waist, her arms, those legs, her ass, she wouldn't forget what her girl looks and feels like but maybe she's so far gone that she must be in that stage where every tall blonde is Brittany.
"I'm getting married." Santana blurts when the dancer straddles her thighs. She gulps and moves her hands away from the dancer's body again, trying to look anywhere besides the woman's breasts that happen to be right in her line of sight, but she just can't because the woman is slowly rolling her body against her lap.
"Me too." The woman husks, lips brushing against Santana's cheek. She swears she's completely lost it now because with the sudden closeness, she can smell the dancer's perfume and the subtle scent of her shampoo and both are so familiar too her. She drowns in the aroma, eyes half lidded and her grip on the back of the booth and the table loosening slightly.
"Small world." Santana says and the blonde giggles, even her laugh sounds just like Brittany's! "What?"
"I'm giving you a lap dance you're making small talk with me." She says and Santana chances a look up at the woman and really gets a chance to look at her. It's her smile that finally gets Santana; the way her nose crinkles, the dimples, the thin pink lips, she can even see how blue eyes seem to twinkle though the room is so dark. Santana knows that smile though; she's been counting those things since sophomore year.
Santana's hands are slow moving up the dancer's arms, finger's tracing along her bare shoulders and up her neck until the tips of her fingers are brushing against the feathered mask. She's careful slipping it off, not wanting the mask to get caught on long blonde hair, and then sets it down on the table as she beams up at her fiancée.
"Hi." Brittany smirks, ruffling her bangs that she had kept hiding underneath the mask.
"Hey." Santana smiles dopily and confidently slips her arms around the blonde's waist, "I like your costume."
"I knew you would." Brittany winked and leaned in to kiss her fiancée's lips, her arms draping around Santana's shoulders and pulling her close, "I've been saving it for our honeymoon, but I just got too excited."