Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Glee don't belong to me, yadda yadda.
Author's Note: In case anyone is wondering, this doesn't take place in any particular time. Just don't worry about chronology. If it's important, I'll let you know, or you can probably figure it out. ;)
"Santana, are you sure this is a good idea?"
"Rachel, are you sure you don't want me to silencio your ass?" Santana took her wand from her sleeve and pointed it at Rachel.
"I just want to make sure you know where you're going. I heard Filch has tightened up security around here. If he finds us here, I could have my prefect status revoked. And he already has it in for the glee club. What if he gets all of us in trouble, too? I told you we shouldn't have come here. Not to mention—"
"Okay, that's enough now, Berry! I knew I shouldn't haven't brought you along" Santana hissed. Rachel just gave her a disgruntled look, "Jesus, we're here, okay. Look."
She pointed at the wall across from them, where a large door suddenly appeared. They glanced around the corridor, making sure that they haven't been seen, before entering.
"Ah look, they finally made it!" Puck said walking towards them with drinks, "Thought you guys chickened out."
The entire glee club was gathered around a large empty room, music that seemed to come from thin air, filling the space. Other sixth and seventh year students that weren't from New Directions were also present.
"Firewhiskey?" Rachel asked, taking a glass that Puck handed to her and Santana, "How did you get this?"
"A man has his ways," Puck replied, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Whatever," Santana took a sip of her drink, "What are all these other guys doing here? I thought it was just a glee club thing. Not that I'm complaining."
"Honey, I told you I was gonna have a party. And by party," he looked around at all the guests and raised his glass, "I mean, PARTY!"
Everyone else in the room lifted their drinks in the air and cheered in response. The music got louder and they all started swaying around. Santana felt slender arms wrap around her waist and she smiled. She turned around to find Brittany's bright blue eyes gazing down at her.
"Hi." Brittany said, a playful smile on her face.
"Hi."
"What took you so long?" Brittany bent down and leaned her forehead against Santana's, their noses slightly brushing against each other, "I was getting bored."
"Sorry," Santana brought her arms around Brittany's neck and closed the small distance between their lips, "I was sneaking out of the common room when Rachel saw me. I swear that hobbit is the only prefect that actually takes her job seriously."
"I take my job seriously," Brittany leaned back and pouted. Santana pulled her forward again.
"I know you do, babe. But you don't have a stick up your ass 24/7, unlike Quinn and Rachel," Brittany giggled softly, "Those two seriously need to loosen up once in a while."
"Rachel seems loose."
Santana looked over her shoulder to find Rachel and Finn against a column. They hadn't even been there for ten minutes, and Rachel was already tipsy and trying to make out with Finn. Finn was holding her at arms length, telling her to slow down.
"Damn, that girl's a lightweight," Santana chuckled before turning back to Brittany.
She smiled into another kiss while running her fingers through Brittany's hair. Brittany's own hands ran down Santana's back, and she swayed both their bodies to the music.
About an hour later, everybody was a little tipsy, while others, such as Rachel, were completely wasted. She was currently leaning against Finn playing with his face, while he kept swatting her hands away trying to get her to stop. Mike and Tina were a few feet away from them, basically sucking face. Santana watched them in disgust.
"Gross, you guys. I already can't tell the difference between you two, now I really can't tell where one starts and the other ends. You literally are the Asian Fusion," Santana laughed at her own joke.
"That's mean," Brittany lightly slapped Santana on the arm.
"Yeah, Santana, that's mean," Quinn teased. She had been standing beside them during most of the party, drinking and ignoring everybody else. Santana gave her a scowl and tucked her head under Brittany's chin.
"Hello, ladies," a seventh year Ravenclaw staggered towards them, stopping by Quinn, "Hey, Quinn, enjoying the partyyy?" he slurred.
"Yeah, totally," Quinn appeared disinterested and turned her back to him.
"Howsa Quidditch season going so far?"
"You tell me, Alex. You're on the team, too."
"AHA! You're totally right about that!" Alex reached to pat Quinn's shoulder, but she shrugged him off, "So, cap-ee-tan, how bout we sneak off somewhere and, you know, get our mack on."
Santana and Brittany had been watching this entire exchange, and at the sound of her own words, Santana jolted out of Brittany's embrace.
"Oh, you did not just steal my line!" Brittany reached out towards Santana, ready to hold her back in case she decided to get violent.
Alex just looked at them confused, and then turned his attention back to Quinn, only to find that she had already started walking away.
"Hey, wait a second!" he grabbed onto Quinn's arm and spun her around.
"What the hell!" she shouted.
"Something going on here?" Puck came up from behind Santana and Brittany, glaring at Alex.
Alex looked at Quinn, then back to Puck. He was a little frightened at how quickly he brought attention to himself.
"Naw man, sorry. I was just—"
"Just what?" Puck took a step towards Alex.
"Nothin. Sorry, I'm just gonna leave now…" he looked at his feet and walked away.
Puck bent his head down to make eye contact with Quinn, "You okay?"
"Yeah, he didn't do anything. You didn't have to…"
"I know, but I just wanted to make sure he wasn't planning on doing anything. Otherwise, I'd have to show him why they call me one of Hogwart's greatest Beaters."
Santana scoffed, "Ha! You wish," Puck gave her a look and she snickered, turning her attention towards Brittany.
Puck scratched at his neck nervously, "So uh, are you enjoying the party?"
"Honestly? Not really. It kinda sucks," Quinn replied jokingly.
"Huh. Okay," Puck was a little insulted, but he sensed the playful banter in Quinn's tone, "Well, I guess I'll have to do something about that."
The music started to pick up more and transitioned into a more energetic dance beat. Puck held out his hand, inviting Quinn to dance. She smiled and followed him to the dance floor.
It was well past midnight when Santana and Rachel returned to the Slytherin dormitories. Santana had a very a difficult time leading Rachel back, and had to carry her over her shoulder the rest of the way. At some point, Rachel started to sing loudly, waking up the portraits on the stairwells. Santana put a silencing charm on her and was relieved that they were able to make it back to the dorms without getting caught.
Santana not-so-gently threw Rachel onto her bed and then changed into her pajamas. When she was about to blow out the candle on her nightstand, she looked over at Rachel to see her mouth still moving, but no words coming out. Santana smiled to herself, wondering why she didn't silence Rachel more often.