Part 1

"Please, just please give me an enough explanation why are you wearing that."

"What? I look hot."

"Yes you do. And you look like a depressed prostitute who just entered college then got assaulted by your bald professor so you killed yourself." I muttered looking at Brittany from head to toe. She's wearing a cute strapless purple dress that cut off by her knees showing her toned legs. That was just a second, but my eyes linger on her breast a little longer than I intended to, and I just hope she didn't notice that. I didn't know that they were that big tho. And no doubt that she looks incredibly hot in that clothes but I don't want that 'thing' to think that I'm selling Brittany, my wife.

"Th-that doesn't make any sense." She shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest. "And you're the one to talk. Like, you look really really presentable in that… outfit." She added, quirking a single brow.

"Yea, I know I look super-hot in this dress." I said mightily, getting up on my feet. Before walking towards her direction I let that shaky breath escape my lips for I know that image of her bare legs will mask my imagination with dirty thoughts and endless scenarios in my head.

Brittany gave me an unimpressed look when I managed to stand beside her in front of the full bodied mirror. "Are you sure you don't want to get raped?" She asks casually and I can't help but snicker softly. Because c'mon I've wore dresses way more revealing than this. Like way more revealing, when I see myself walking on the subway I can almost see my own ovaries and I never felt so relieved. And this red dress is not that skimpy I should say.

"Don't worry Britt. I've got razor blades hidden in my hair so they won't get a chance to hurt me or anything." I smiled, dabbing my little finger on the corner of my eye.

"Do I look okay?" She asks after a second or two.

You look perfect. "You don't look that bad." I answered quickly, my eyes wandering her face almost unsteadily. It's just felt like I'm going insane every time our eyes locked and for a second that feeling of anxiousness is getting underneath my skin every time that laps of blue reaches mine.

"You look really pretty, San. Tho, I have to keep my eyes on you all night, I don't want those bitches looking at you like they were undressing you with their eyes. As your wife I can be the only one who can do that." She said with a grin, I can't help the immediate thumping of my chest when her words hit me almost numbing my whole body. Wait what?

Brittany might have noticed that unusual atmosphere that scattered inside the small space for she cleared her throat, running her fingers through her hair. "I shouldn't have said that, should I?" Her words exploded inside my ear almost hurting the insides.

"What? That's funny. Really." I laughed, averting my eyes somewhere else straightening my dress in the process.

Seemingly out of nowhere, I felt cold and slightly damped fingers encircling around my wrist and when I managed to lift my head, I was met with those laps that I was trying to avoid for a long hour of torture. She got her lower lip tucked between her teeth as she stares at me with big eyes. "What?" I croaked, realizing that we're so close I can practically see every single freckle on her face.

"Is there something you wanted to ask?" She asks lowly. It seemed like her voice was new to my ear, it was a lot huskier and lower than of normal and I can't help but swallow dryly to bring the moisture back in my system.

My eyes blink feverishly when I noticed how hot her breath was hitting my cheeks. "No-nothing." I stuttered with a sigh.

Brittany subtly bobbed her head up and down and I felt her fingers loosening around my skin, the sudden coldness seeping through my veins at the loss of contact. "Okay." She exhaled, giving me a small smile and before she even step out the walk in closet it's my time to hold her by the wrist, stopping her trance.

I can almost feel the burning of the very tips of my fingers when her skin met mine. "Do you still like her?" That already escaped my mouth before I can even stop them, those words already trying to escape my lips since my eyes laid on Brittany and Miranda inside that coffee shop. I know that my voice went out insecure and self-doubting but I can't stop it.

For some unknown reason, I can feel that burning sensation inside my chest every time Brittany says Miranda's name, well maybe it's for a fact that they did have a relationship more than the best friend thingy and realizing that I don't have any right to complain about all that, I don't have a part in her life anyways, I'm not even sure if we were friends. So that somehow hurts me somewhere in my chest.

"Who? Miranda?" After the longest three seconds of my life, she asks with a heavy breath.

Brittany –she must be the very last person I wanted to talk to or even see, a month ago. And right now, it's her voice that I always wanted to hear, it's her opinion that I always wanted to consider, it's her silliness that I always wanted to witness, it's her wittiness that I always wanted to apply, it's her sweetness that always makes my heart flutter, it's her smile that I always wanted to return without any sarcasm, it's her eyes that makes me question everything around me, even my whole package of bitchiness.

It's the abyss of questions swirling inside my head along with the rollercoaster of emotions clouding my mind. "Miranda, she's my best friend next to Tina and I really don't know if how my life turned out without her so when she admitted that she had… special feelings for me, I guess it just came out automatically that I did have special feelings for her too. So, if you're asking me if I still like her, I do. But-"

"I heard enough." I cut her off, and automatically my hands flew on the side, quivering. Brittany looks at me with wide eyes at my sudden words, that questioning look playing along her features. "We're gonna be late, Miranda might have been waiting for us already." I croaked instead, ignoring the unpleasant sensation inside me, completely stepping out of the walk in closet.

"San." She calls my name, that familiar tingling of my whole body scorching through me every time I hear my name tumbling from those thin lips.

"Yea?" I asked over my shoulder, I try to keep my hands busy searching for nothing through my purse, that unfamiliar lump forming down my throat whilst I try to compose myself.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" I asked, finally facing her with a new vigour and a renewed smile. "Let's go?"

It was just a small nod that I took as a response when I spun around and that breath that I've been keeping escaped in a loud heave.

I'm fine with this rollercoaster of emotions. Really.

The whole ride was filled with a glass shattering silence knowing that with that unfinished conversation there's the uneasiness floating just above our heads.

"Miranda sent me a quick text saying she's waiting for us already." Brittany broke the silence, subtly throwing me off my stance of thoughts.

"Yea?"

"Yea, she also said that she reserved a table for us." She added, tapping on her phone. I can't stop myself from looking at Brittany's unmoving body.

"Oh. That's great. I mean she made us drive all the way here so –tell her she's awesome." My sarcastic remark was shortly cut off when Brittany started staring at me stonily. Giving her a nervous smile I instantly averted my eyes back on the road with a low sigh tumbling from my throat.

After few more minutes, I let the car came into a halt. "She should've reserved us a parking space too." I groaned, my brows knitting as I try to look for an empty space. Brittany laughs softly holding my by the wrist which in return got my attention.

"There." She smiled, pointing on the left side.

"Let me just say that Miranda is such a big time bitch." I murmured, adjusting the hem of my dress when we finally stepped out of the car.

Brittany sent me a quick glance, nodding. "Hell yea." She said seriously, returning her eyes back at the entrance.

There are the words 'Violating Alley' in big and shiny letters glowing just above the whole building. "They should've thought a better name tho."I added offering my hand.

"Like what?" She grins, taking my hand before tugging me towards the door.

"Likeee. Ummm." I started stuttering when I once again felt the warmth of her palm radiating against mine. "Like. Bitches Institution?"

"That sounds like a gay bar, San." She laughed presenting our tickets on one of the security by the door.

"Gay bar, indeed." I laughed along making our way inside the bar.

I can't help but admire the mellow and cozy ambiance surrounding the whole place. The bar had literally been the alley between the two buildings, roofed over at some point. The space was only about 15 feet wide I guess but really long with the dim lights hitting the fancy wood furniture and leather seats. And judging the long marble counter by the corner this is going to be a long night.

"This is really cool." Brittany whispers in my ear and I can't help but nod instantly. The place was swallowed by the soft music coming from the very end of the bar, a band playing an acoustic version of Katy Perry's Teenage Dream.

And just before I could tell Britt how awesome this place was. A familiar brunette in braid wearing a tight blue green dress that perfectly hugs her shape is approaching us with two drinks in her hands.

"Oh my god! You guys came. Britt, you look amazing in that dress." She points out, giving Brittany a hug making my stomach hurt. "And you too Santana." She added when her eyes finally landed on me.

There's no doubt that Miranda looks incredibly nice and all but I know… I know for sure that there's something behind those smiles and sweet gestures. And so is my Mexican third eye is pretty sure about that. And yea, she looks incredibly hot too, but hells I'm way hotter. Once, my neighbour told me that I look just like Naya Rivera and I was like 'who's that?' and she was like 'she's a sex icon.'

"I know right." I grin at her.

A tight lipped smile was her response before averting her eyes back to Brittany. "I have a surprise for you." Miranda said excitedly handing Brittany a glass of liquor. Brittany's lips automatically formed a wide grin, looking at Miranda with those big deep blue eyes.

"OH yea?" She gasped with enthusiasm, sending me quick glances.

Miranda gave her a wink, taking a sip of her drink. "Oops. This was supposed to be yours, Santana. But I can't help the drying of my throat when I saw this hot girl in purple dress." She added, and I swear to god, I wanted to smack her with my purse like 167000 fucking times. Brittany started giggling beside me and if it wasn't for the nagging voice on the back of my head I could've smacked her with a chair or something.

"Do you want me to get you a drink?" Miranda offered.

"No, thanks. I can get my own drink and I believe that I'm not handicapped at all and you kn –Ow! Brittany, what the?"

"What? You're thirsty? Aww. It must have been the long drive. Hey, Miranda can you like excuse us we'll find you in a few." Brittany chirped in with another prod on my side.

The brunette nods in response before spinning around. My hand flying on my side drawing circles on my abused flesh. "What the fuck was that for?" I groaned, taking Brittany's drink in her hand emptying it with one chug.

"What the fuck was that for?" She mocked. "Santana, I'm warning you. Be nice! We're not going to be here if you didn't take the coupons in the first place."

So, now this is my fault.

"But she's such a bitch." I nearly whined.

"And you're such a bitch." She added in an instant.

"Yea, thanks. Now, you're on her side." I spat at her with a louder voice, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I'm not siding in any of you guys." She sighed, her hands landing on her hips. "Don't start Santana! Don't start!" She warned with a strong voice leaving me by the door.