A/N- I have been so inconsistent with my updates! I'm ever so sorry. Life gets in the way. Oh and I'm telling you now that its 5.30am here, so there MIGHT be a lot of grammar mistakes. Sorry! Thanks for all the reviews thus far. Keep them coming! Xx

Chapter 16

Tina parked up her car and motioned for the girls to make their way to the club. Brittany led the group and cheered happily as she linked her arms with Quinn and Rachel. "I hope you both will play nice today, I don't want any fights, okay?"

Quinn and Rachel nodded their head and quickly shared a look with each other. When Rachel showed a hint of a smile, Quinn couldn't help but feel slightly hopeful that things would eventually become better for them. They reached the club and there was a bouncer stood by the door who had his arms crossed in a menacing way.

"Sorry girls, I'm going to need some I.D." He spoke with a firm, strong tone. Brittany stared at the man and gave him a teasing smile. "It's my 18th today; I'll let you have a free drink on me." She brushed his cheek with the tip of her finger and carefully invaded his personal space.

"Brittany…" Rachel exclaimed. She shoved her out of the way and now took up the space Brittany had just occupied. "We won't need your flirting for tonight; I already booked one of the lounges for your birthday." Rachel now turned her focus to the man in front of her. "So Mr Bouncer with the muscles, could you please let us through?"

Rachel took a few steps forward but the big man stopped her. "Hold on, what's your name?" Rachel huffed and crossed her arms defiantly. "Rachel, Rachel Berry." The man quickly whispered something to one of his co-workers and waited for him to go back inside the club.

"I'll just need to check if we have any bookings for under that name tonight." He explained to Rachel. Brittany rolled her eyes and took out her phone from her cleavage area. She passed the phone to the bouncer and said, "Since you are wasting our time, you can take a picture of us while we're waiting."

Brittany gestured for them to stand next to her. She had Tina and Rachel stood by her left side, with Quinn and Mercedes on her right. With all five girls sporting killer high heels and extremely low- very low cut dresses, the bouncer found it hard to focus on their faces. "You might wanna point that thing up here."

Mercedes accused knowingly and the girls couldn't help but chuckle. They were oozing sex and they bloody well knew it.

…X…

Once they were finally allowed into the club, another worker showed the girls to their lounge. The room was packed with girls from the college that Rachel had invited. Tina and Mercedes also took the liberty of inviting some of the guys from the boy's college. Brittany took in her surroundings and frowned.

"Rach, it's overly crowded in here, how many did you invite?"

"I don't know, not many." She lied knowing full well she had invited most of them, apart from maybe the odd two.

"BIRTHDAY GIRL..." Lucy squealed and made her way forward. She greeted her classmates before leaving a sloppy kiss on Brittany's cheek. "You made it, finally." Brittany cringed a little. She hated how this girl couldn't get the hint, how she didn't want to be with her.

Rachel stepped in between them and ushered Brittany forward. Quinn followed suit, while Mercedes and Tina found their respective boyfriends Kurt and Artie. There was a whole table full of different types of alcohol. There was also a DJ, who was currently playing Sean Paul's 'Got 2 luv u'.

"Wait here, I just need to tell the DJ something." Rachel told the two blondes, who in turn helped themselves to a few drinks. After a little while, she arrived back and accepted the glass of drink that Quinn offered to her with a smile.

"So what did you say to him?" Brittany commented, surveying the girls who were already drunk. It was her birthday, damn it. Before Rachel could answer, a dancing Tina popped out from nowhere and took her by the hands. "Come on girls, get dancing, get drinking. Stop standing here like it's some sort of funeral."

Rachel chuckled and let Tina drag her to the middle where all the dancing was taking place. Brittany shared a smile with Quinn and downed her drink. She then took another, and another, and another.

"Whoa, steady on Britt, we'll need you to be sober for when we give you your presents." Quinn stifled a giggle, now on her third drink.

"I need to find a fuck buddy; you know I can never have a birthday without sex." Brittany drawled. She squinted her eyes a few times and things were already becoming a bit fuzzy.

"Come on Britt…" Quinn took a stumbling Brittany by the wrist. "Let's go dance with the others." The blondes made their way to the flock and deep down, if she were honest, Quinn didn't want Brittany to be having sex with anyone tonight. Unlike Rachel, she acknowledged that Santana and Brittany were in love with each other, like the real kind of love. And the last thing she wanted was for Brittany to be doing something she'd badly regret tomorrow morning.

…X…

"So, you are the Santana, I've heard a lot about you." Finn, Janet and Santana arrived at the club about ten minutes ago, the same club that Brittany was celebrating her 18th birthday. They bought their drinks and took one of the tables at the back.

"Oh yeah, and what's Finn been saying about me then?" She replied with a smug grin and mentally laughed at how her roommate's cheeks had visibly blushed. She knew this was a big thing for him. Janet was someone Finn wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he was adamant that she was the one for him.

"Something along the lines of how you're the best friend anyone could ever ask for." Janet winked at her boyfriend and Santana swelled up at how Finn regarded her so highly. Here she was, in love with a student and he was still yet to judge her. She couldn't ask for a better friend. At least she had one good thing in her life.

"Is that so? Well just so you know, Finn is probably the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for." Santana spoke honestly and affectionately. Just because she couldn't have the girl she wanted, she'd do anything to make sure that at least one of them was happy in the relationship department.

Janet's face brightened at the comment and she almost forgot Santana was sat there as she placed a quick kiss on Finn's lips. "Aw, aren't you both the cute couple…" The brunette cooed and Janet rolled her eyes at the immaturity of Santana.

"Time for a re-fill of our drinks..." The woman sat up and smiled at her company before walking towards the bar. Finn finally let out a breath and nudged Santana with his shoulders.

"So, what do you think of her?" He asked with a half-smile. Finn was worried about his roommate's opinion because truthfully, her opinion meant a lot to him. It always did. When Santana didn't say anything straight away, he couldn't help but let his smile falter.

"She's perfect. Honestly, don't fuck things up with her." Santana finally spoke. It was the truth, she didn't want him to make a fool of himself; he always did when it came to picking the right girl. Hopefully this time, he was making the right choice.

Finn allowed himself to fully grin at Santana. That was definitely music to his ears, approval from your best friend was something most people strived for and he got it. Santana was about to get up to head for the bathroom when Janet strutted forward with no drinks in her hand. "Right, we're ditching. Apparently there's this 18th birthday party going on at the back in one of the lounges. Maybe we should go and show our beautiful faces." She smiled mischievously and Finn had that stupid glint in his eyes. He probably thought his girlfriend was a dare-devil of some sort, but who the fuck gate-crashes a teenager's party? Well that's what Santana thought anyway.

Reluctantly she had no choice but to agree when the couple were already heading towards the back. "Ah screw this." Santana mumbled to herself and followed the pair. It would seem that the universe only wanted her life to be revolved around teenagers nowadays.

…X…

Baby turn around and let me see that sexy body go Bump Bump Bump.

When Santana entered the lounge, she let out a sigh as she heard the song that was currently being played. This song was from her teenage years, so why the hell were they playing it now, in 2011?

Never mind.

She carefully walked around the dancing bodies and kept her hold on Finn's arm. The last thing she needed was for Finn and Janet to canoodle in the corner while she was left to drown her own sorrows. "What are you guys doing?" She hissed.

"We're helping ourselves to drinks." Janet piped up and held a glass out for Santana to take. The ginger woman then glanced around, laughing at how absurd some of these teenagers danced.

"Hey Finn, how about we show them a thing or two?" She whispered teasingly into his ear. He smirked in return and gripped her by the wrist, completely forgetting that Santana was now left with no company.

"Stupid bastard…" Santana scowled. Now what was she supposed to do?

…X…

Brittany had no idea Santana was here. She was too busy dancing (also very drunk) with Lucy at the front, near the DJ. Next to her, Quinn and Rachel stood closely but their hands were left by their side.

"Aren't you going to at least give me one dance?" Quinn asked with a slight pout. Was it too much to ask for someone's forgiveness? Countless amounts of times she had apologized, and still Rachel blew her off.

"Probably isn't the best idea, I'm still mad at you." She shrugged defensively.

".GOD. You guys, its Miss Lopez." Quinn, Brittany, Rachel broke out of their thoughts to glance at the commotion behind them. One of their college classmates had recognized their teacher straight away and to say they were shocked would be an understatement.

Rachel battled her way through the crowd, Quinn pulling Brittany away from Lucy and helping her to the area Santana was at. "What are you doing here?" Rachel spoke, anger seething from her tone of voice.

"Rachel…" Quinn began but was cut off with a glare.

"No Quinn, I want to know what the hell she's doing here. Don't try to making any excuses for her." Santana gulped and backtracked a few paces. The only positive thing, if you could even take anything positive from this situation, was that Brittany kept her gaze fixed on her. Those lustful eyes, staring back at her with an alluring sparkle she was all too familiar with.

"Why are you all crowded around our friend for?" Finn took in the student's faces and most of them pretty much had an angry sort of look plastered across their face. Well that was until he saw…

"Brittany?" The tall man echoed. "Oh, don't tell me it's your 18th." Finn scratched his head and looked apologetically at Santana. This was only going to dent his roommate's pride some more and it was kind of his fault for dragging her out in the first place.

"Sorry, do you all know each other or something?" Janet asked, baffled, to say the least. Rachel opened her mouth to speak, no doubt to say something horrible when Quinn was now the one to interrupt her.

"Miss Lopez…She's you know, our college teacher." Quinn explained. Janet nodded her head. "Oh, right…well this awkward huh." She tried to lessen the intense atmosphere, but sadly to no avail.

Santana grimaced at Janet's reaction and suddenly had this overwhelming urge to just get the fuck out of here. Wasn't it bad enough that Brittany used her, that Brittany never loved her, that Finn was all happy with his perfect girlfriend? No, it obviously wasn't because this right now, was just simply embarrassing. Her students were most likely to give her a lot of stick for this. Hopefully, none of them would be able to remember since they did look pretty drunk out of their asses.

Santana's mind over-powered with ridiculous thoughts, so she left. Not worrying about Finn and Janet, she stormed out of the club and felt a little satisfaction at the cold, very cold wind blowing into her face.

She needed that.

…X…

Brittany left the lounge about two minutes later and even through her drunken state, she was desperate to find Santana. She left the party with Finn and Janet resuming with their dancing. Well, technically no. Finn wanted to go after Santana but Brittany pleaded with him for her to be the one that comforted Santana.

"You know, you're quite a bitch."

"I beg your pardon, what's that supposed to mean?" Rachel asked in disbelief. It wasn't what she was expecting, not after what had just occurred.

Santana was sat in the back of her jeep. She couldn't drive home yet, not when her mind was going crazy on her. And to make matters worse, she knew that if she left, Finn would have to walk home and well, she didn't want that. Santana heard a knock on her window and reluctantly opened the car door.

"Hey, can I…Can I come in?"

Quinn stared at Rachel for a few seconds. Yeah, she just called Rachel a bitch but quite frankly, she was sick and tired of her attitude. "It means that…You were about to embarrass Miss Lopez, knowing full well just how much she means to Brittany."

Rachel scrunched her eyebrows. "But she is the bad guy here; do you expect me to be nice to her?"

"Well it wouldn't hurt to show some form of kindness, all you've been doing lately is throwing crappy remarks around." Quinn accused.

"Now that isn't fair, I can't just forgive you. You kissed Brittany, not just anybody. It was Brittany." Rachel felt her lips tremble, a sign that her tears were about to break loose.

"So what do you want from me then Rachel? I begged for your forgiveness, yet you still don't give a crap." Quinn yelled, not giving a damn who heard. Not that anyone possibly could, since the music was blazing out really loud.

"I want, I just…" Rachel swallowed. She stared at Quinn through her watery eyes. "This, this is what I want…" The brunette launched herself at Quinn, kissing her hard with brutal force.

…X…

"Hey, can I…Can I come in?" Brittany asked timidly, blinking her eyes rapidly due to the intoxication currently taking over her body. Santana mentally thought, NO. You've caused more than enough.

"Go back to your party Brittany, you shouldn't be here." Santana croaked. She was mid-way through closing the door when she felt it being tugged back. "I don't…" Brittany closed her eyes, inhaled and spoke again. "No talking, just me and you."

Brittany climbed into the back seat and Santana wasn't about to stop her. The blonde took the initiative by straddling her teacher, placing each knee by her sides. Santana exhaled sharply, the feeling of skin; Brittany's skin melting every part of her body. She had no idea what was about to happen, but Brittany had said no talking. So she kept quiet, subtly moving her hands to the blonde's hips.

Brittany's breaths were coming fast, and laboured. She pressed her naked thighs and the core of her centre tighter together; the warm feeling of Santana's skin giving her a chilling sensation. Without warning, she gently pinched her nipple through Santana's shirt. Brittany watched as her eyes widened in surprise and then slowly closed.

"B-Brittany, wh- what are yo-"

"No talking…" Brittany chided. Santana could feel her breath, as it blew on her lips. She pressed small gentle kisses to the sides of Santana's mouth, while her fingers now played with both of her nipples. With her own breath hitching from the fierce sensation, Santana moaned low in her throat. "Nnnn…" She licked her lips and tried again. "No talking; got it."

"I'll always be yours." Brittany whispered and her eyes slowly closed as she lowered her mouth and closed over one of Santana's nipples. The brunette raised her hands over her head and instinctively arched back into the seat, allowing better access for her. Brittany raised up her shirt, disposing of it fully. She wanted to feast on her breasts, so she did. She clamped her teeth on her nipple, plying it with her tongue, completely ignoring Santana's pleasured cry.

Brittany stroked her way down, stopping her hand directly over the centre of Santana's skirt. She opened her mouth wider, now sucking her nipple and more of her breast into her mouth. "That feels…" Santana trailed off; maybe no talking really was going to be hard when all she wanted was to verbalize just how good Brittany made her feel.

Brittany raised her head look to look up at her. With her hand still hovering around her pussy, she asked, "Do you like that?" It was said in such a seductive husky way, that Santana was sure of it that her orgasm tonight was going to be the best ever. When Santana nodded, Brittany smiled and bent her head. She took her mouth into her own, immediately pulling her tongue into hers. She sucked it hard and slipped her hands under her thighs, caressing her clit with soft touches. Lifting her legs, Santana wrapped them around her waist while capturing her moan into her mouth. She kissed her back ravenously, before releasing her mouth.

"How wet are you for me? Lift your skirt up." Brittany breathed, retracting her fingers so Santana could pull the item of clothing up. Once she had done so, she looked at the blonde. This beautiful, amazing person in front of her. She swallowed and pushed her wet slippery thong aside. "Show me Brittany; show me what I mean to you."

Whimpering, Santana placed her hands on Brittany's shoulders. She felt those delicate fingers rubbing her clit. One of those delicate fingers made its way inside and it took a lot of struggle for Santana to not scream out. "Hurry…please." She begged the girl, taking her mouth with hers again. Brittany could feel the whole of her vagina riding her one long slick finger, and it fucking felt heavenly.

With excitement and arousal making her breath come faster and harder, Santana, who still had her mouth glued to Brittany's, let out a muffled scream as the blonde inserted another finger. Breaking the kiss, she threw her head back against the seat and allowed another moan when her thumb started rubbing hungrily against her clit. "Yes, yes…don't stop."

As Brittany continued working her fingers up, down, up, down, she sensed how ragged Santana's breathing had become and knew an orgasm was about to hit the surface any moment now. With her free hand, she arched her head forward and planted a sloppy, wet kiss bang directly on her lips. "Mmmmm, Mmmmm." Bothe girls shamelessly moaned into each other. Santana was reaching for her orgasm; Brittany's fingers were now a few seconds away from doing its job.

"BRITTANY."

"Oh shit…" Brittany stopped what she was doing upon hearing her name being called, from none other than Rachel. "Fuck, oh crap." She wiped her fingers on the seat and tried her hardest to keep quiet.

"I thought you said she came this way." Anther voice she heard, this time it was Tina's. She was definitely busted now. The voices were now becoming easier to hear, which could only mean that they were lingering around Santana's car.

"Brittany, you can't just stop. I was so close." Santana exclaimed. This was going to be the best orgasm ever, the best ever. How could the universe do this to her?

"Ssshh, they'll hear you." She retorted. Santana huffed and grabbed Brittany's hand, pushing it back to her clit again. "I am so close, a few more seconds, that's all." She trapped her hand between her thighs and rubbed against it.

"Santana…No, please. My friends are out there." Before retracting her hand, she couldn't help but caress her one last time. It was probably going to be the last time she ever got to touch that area again. In the end, she did have to pull away and looked apologetically at Santana. Once the voices had become distant, Brittany was sure that her friends had gone back inside.

"I have to go…" Brittany didn't even let Santana respond and she was already out of the car. Bracing herself, she gingerly walked back inside the club and towards the lounge. Her drunken state was slightly disappearing, but now she felt another sort of feeling. She had told Santana she didn't love her, and yet she couldn't help herself tonight. Brittany was wrong. Of course she still loved Santana. She never stopped loving her in the first place. But she thought the feelings would go, that it would get the fuck out of her system.

"Britt…there you are." Quinn and Rachel dragged Brittany by the hands. "Where have you been? It's time give your presents."

Brittany said nothing and smiled half-heartedly. Judging by the way both girls were staring at each other, she knew straight away that Quinn and Rachel had probably patched up all their differences. She was happy for them; at least two of her friends were happy.

Brittany did let down two people tonight though. Her mother and Santana. For some reason, she couldn't give a damn that she let her mum down. All she could care about was how much pain and hurt she had put her teacher through. And even though it was never intentional, she hated herself for it. But then when you're in love, there's no telling what one person could put the other through.