It's another trip to the grocery store because what else would I do on a Friday afternoon? As I go through the grocery list in my head I get a little happy that I didn't forget the eggs for once. I don't know what it is about eggs that makes me forget them. I head to the checkout line and as usual I pick line 11. Of course it has to be the longest line out of all of them but I still stand in it anyways. I begin my normal routine of rocking back and forth when the blonde in front of me turns around quickly to grab a pack of gum.

"Brittany?" I say out loud to get her attention. She turns my way and gives me a small smile.

"Hey" Is all she says and then turns back to her basket. Weird. Is she mad at me? I don't think I've done anything to upset her. I sigh. Except it's been fours days since I told her I would call. I doubt that would make her mad though. It's not like she was waiting for me to call. Right?

"Brittany" I call out to her. She turns and I suddenly become nervous. "Are you..." I clear my throat finding it hard to ask her a simple question. "Are you mad at me or something?" She smiles.

"Or something" She says which confuses me. She must see the confusion on my face because she changes her response. "I'm not mad at you Santana"

"Are you sure?" She nods her head yes. "I'm sorry I haven't called" I add.

"It's really okay"

"I've just been busy"

"Santana it's fine" She tells me and then turns around to put her items on the counter. I sigh because I know she's mad.

"Britt I found them" A figure rushes passed me. "Chicken and waffle flavored chips. They do have them here" Of course I should have known. Where Brittany is Sam is somewhere nearby. "Santana hey" Sam says when he sees me. "Ever tried these?" He shows me the bag and I shake my head no.

"She's not a weirdo Sam" Brittany adds as she takes the bag from him so the cashier can ring it up. "I don't know how you can eat these. They taste so gross"

"Don't hate on my chips" I watch the two interact with each other and I find it annoyingly cute. Brittany pays for her things and then grabs her bags.

"See you around" She tells me as she walks away.

"She's mad at me isn't she" I ask Sam before he walks away. "She says she's not but I can tell that she is" Sam just sighs and rubs the back of his neck with his hand.

"It's not my place to say anything but you didn't call her. She's been waiting for your call" I frown.

"Miss?" I look at the cashier. "You're total is $20.32" I quickly pay and grab my bags.

"It wasn't anything personal. I just got busy and I didn't think she's be waiting for my call" I tell Sam as we walk out to the front of the store and to my car. I open the trunk and he helps me put my things away.

"I understand being busy but can you do one thing for me?"

"And that would be?" I ask.

"Either step up or just forget about her. Don't toy with Brittany" I give Sam a confused look. I'm not sure what he's trying to tell me. "I love that girl and I hate seeing her down"

"I didn't mean to hurt her feelings or anything by not calling. I didn't realize she was a sensitive person" Sam lets out a small laugh.

"You have no idea what you're doing to her do you?" Again I give him a confused look and he smiles while shaking his head. "You do know Brittany..." Sam doesn't get to finish his sentence because a car pulls up and honks.

"Let's go" Brittany says once she rolls down the window of her car.

"I'm coming, I'm coming" Sam heads over to the passenger side of the car. "See ya around Santana"

"Bye" Brittany says to me.

"Bye" I say back and watch the two of them drive away before getting into my car and heading to my grandma's house.

When I pull up to the house there's a police car parked outside. An uneasy feeling washes over me and I hurry to park my car.

"Oh good Santana you're here" My grandma says as I walk into the house.

"What's going on?" I ask. The boy's social worker Katie is sitting next to my grandma and a policeman across from them.

"There was an anonymous tip that was sent to child services about child abuse and neglect on the boys" My blood boils as I hear my grandma explain.

"Kristin" I say with my teeth clenched together.

"Ms. Lopez" Katie begins to say and I tilt my head to the side. "We cannot point any fingers. This call came anonymously" I just shake my head. "I've already explained to your grandmother that because the call was made we do need to investigate and that's why we came. I've already interacted with the boy and with permission from your grandmother checked them for abuse. I do not see any signs of abuse or neglect. In fact they seem very happy. I assure you both that this call will be looked into. False accusation coming from either party can be very damaging to either case" Katie gets up and so does my grandma. "I'll be calling you in a couple of days to give you an update about our findings if there is any" Katie and the police officer leave the house and I close the door behind them.

"I can't believe she called them" I tell my grandma. I'm so mad I just want to punch something.

"Calm down Santana. We don't know if it was her or not"

"Really?" My grandma frowns. She knows and I know Kristin, the boy's mother put in that call or at least had someone put the call in. She's hated the fact that we got custody of the boys and not her family. She would rather see them in foster homes than with us. "You know if it wasn't for us those boys would be in foster care. In the care of people they don't know! She has some nerve"

"I know. I know"

"Are you going to tell dad about this?" My grandma shakes her head no and then I shake mine as I walk away and go to the boy's room.

"Sanny!" David runs to me and gives me a big hug.

"Hey little man"

"I not little" I smile. "Right I keep forgetting"

"He seeping" I look over to where David is pointing and see Christopher asleep on the floor.

"Let's not wake him then" David nods his head and we take a seat on the floor and begin playing with his toy cars. I'm still angry as I sit here and play with David. I hate this whole situation with the boys. Other than exercising there's only one thing that can relieve my stress and anger and it's dancing. Wait let me rephrase that, dancing with a mix of alcohol. I take my phone out and quickly text Rachel.

To: Rachel

-We're going out tonight!

Of course I wait an hour for her to respond but once she does and I get the okay I say my goodbyes and head home.


It's no surprise that I've been sitting outside Rachel's house for over 30 minutes now. I swear she takes forever to get ready. When I see her light go off in her bedroom I breathe out in relief FINALLY! She appears a few seconds later and I unlock my car door for her.

"Made you a drink" She tells me as she gets into my car. Made you a drink is her way of apologizing for taking so long. I put the cup in the cup holder and take the car out of park and drive. "So what happened today?"

"Dad stuff" That's all I have to say. Rachel knows the situation and knows I hate talking about it.

Before I know it I'm already pulling into the parking lot of Gary's the local gay bar we seem to always go to. I'm glad she doesn't complain about always going to the gay clubs. I know if she dragged me to the straight clubs all the time I'd get sick of it but that's Rachel for you. I hurry and drink the drink Rach made me so we can head inside.

Stepping inside the music is blasting. Why do all these place need to blast the music so loud? We head over to the bar and order some drinks and then find a place to sit. Like always my eyes begin to roam over to the dance floor. I like watching people dance. Not because I'm a crazy stalker or anything but because drunk dancers are the best dancers. Alcohol makes you care less and just let the music take over. Suddenly my eyes catch a glimpse of the go go dancer in the far corner. I can't see his face clearly because of the fog but he looks really familiar. I can see a bunch of girls surrounding him and I roll my eyes.

"Why do you straight girls love coming to gay bars?" I shout over to Rachel.

"So we can sexually frustrate you lesbians" She says with a laugh. Ha very funny. "Are we going to dance?" I nod my head.

"Let me just go pee" We both head to the girls restroom and of course the line is out the door.

"Sam is so cute up there" I hear a girl say. "I didn't know he was hiding all that under his clothes.

"I don't know why he picked this place it's a dump" Another girl says and I swear that voice sounds so familiar. I peek inside and sure enough I see Quinn. Great! I step back outside and sigh, it's just my luck.

"What's wrong?" Rachel asks.

"Nothing"

"You used to love this place" Another girl says and that voice also sounds familiar. I look back inside and sure enough it's Brittany. The line moves and now I'm standing inside inches away from Quinn, Brittany and the other girl they are with. What are they even doing here?

"There's no toilet paper in the stall" A girl tells me as she heads over to the sink. Of course there isn't. Quinn is the first to turn around. She sees me and shakes her head.

"I thought you were done with grocery store girl?" Quinn says over to Brittany. Brittany turns to look at Quinn and then looks over at my direction.

"Santana?" I give Brittany a small smile. "What are you doing here?"

"Trying to use the restroom" Brittany's eyebrows narrow in, in confusion and then she smiles. The bathroom stall opens up and Rachel rushes past me and takes it. Ugh!

"We'll be at the table" Quinn glares at me as she and the other girl they are with walk away.

"Thought you two weren't on talking terms" I say to Brittany.

"It's complicated" I just nod my head.

"So what are you doing here?"

"Celebrating Sam's first day on the job. He's one of the go go dancers" I thought that dancer looked familiar.

"And you're okay with him being a dancer?" I ask Brittany.

"Umm…yeah why wouldn't I be?" I just shrug.

"Why did he pick a gay bar?"

"More tips. Guys love tipping hot dancers" I just laugh. Rachel comes out of the bathroom stall and heads over to the sink.

"You going to go?" Brittany asks and I nod my head and take off. When I come out Brittany is standing by the sink but Rachel is nowhere to be found. "She told me to tell you she'll be right back. I guess your friend Kurt is here" I just nod my head and wash my hands at the sink. "She seems nice"

"Nice?" I grab a paper towel and dry my hands. That's a first.

"Is she your…" I don't even let Brittany finish her sentence.

"Friend, she's just my friend"

"So you're single?" Brittany asks and I nod yes. Her smile gets a tad bit bigger as she grabs the bottom of my jacket and drags me out the bathroom. "Let's get a drink. My treat" She drags me to the bar and the bartender waves Brittany over.

"The usually?" He says to her and she nods yes. "And for you?"

"I'm okay" I tell him.

"What? Come on Santana. Let me buy you a drink" I sigh.

"Vodka, red bull" Brittany smiles and the bartender hands us our drinks. "Thank you" I say to Brittany.

"Come to the table" I follow Brittany to her table and pass Rachel and Kurt on the way. They both give me the thumbs us and I roll my eyes. What do they expect me to do with a straight girl? "Guys this is Santana" Brittany introduces. "You know Quinn, that's Stacey and then the two girls dance around Sam are Tina and Kitty. I think you met them on Monday"

"Hey" I say with a small wave.

"Who gave you that?" Quinn says taking the drink out of Brittany's hand.

"Hey!" Brittany pouts.

"She's not supposed to have any more to drink. She's already past her limit" Stacy informs me with a smile.

"I didn't know" I tell them.

"Give it back. I'm fine" Brittany tries getting the drink back from Quinn but Quinn doesn't let her have it.

"No" Quinn tells Brittany. "Now that you know don't let her drink anymore got it" Quinn tells me.

"I won't" I say.

"Come on Santana let's go dance" Brittany again grabs the bottom of my jacket again and leads me to the dance floor. "I really am fine. I can drink more if I wanted to" Brittany says as she starts to dance around. I take a sip of my drink and smile. She's super cute right now. "Come on move" Brittany puts her hands on my hips and moves them around. I laugh and start dancing. I go to take another drink from my cup but Brittany grabs the straw and takes a drink.

"You shouldn't be drinking" I tell her. "Quinn's going to kill me" She waves me off. She hands me back the straw and I finish the rest of the drink and put the empty cup on a nearby table. A few minutes later I don't know how it happened but I somehow managed to back myself up against the wall with Brittany dancing in front of me. She turns to face me and smiles. My heart starts racing like crazy. She places her hands on my hips and starts slowly rocking herself into me. Half of me doesn't want her to stop but the other half knows she's been drinking and has a boyfriends who happens to be only a few feet away. "I need a break" I yell over to her but all she does is smile and shake her head no. "I need a break" I tell her again. Still she shakes her head no and then I see it. Something in her eyes change and suddenly I feel very nervous. She licks her lips and I lick mine. My heart starts racing even faster than before as I watch her inch her face closer to mine. She's not going to do what I think she's going to do is she? She looks at me once more and just as her lips touch mine I back away. "I can't" Disappointment is clearly written all over her face and I feel bad. "I'll be right back" I tell Brittany and she just nods her head. The look on her face tells me she doesn't think I'll be back and to be honest I'm not coming back. I walk away to find Rachel and in the process I pass by Quinn.

"You're an idiot" She tells me and I just ignore her. I'm not in to mood to deal with her. I find Rachel still talking with Kurt and tell her it's time to go. We leave the club and after hearing Rachel rambling on and on about how Kurt is opening up his own fashion store I finally drop her off and head home. I lay down and grab my phone. I feel like I should apologize to Brittany. I don't know why I feel like this and after many drafts I decided to forget it about apologizing and just go to sleep.

I don't hear from Brittany the next day or the day after that or the day after that.