Reaching for her phone on the pocket she read Quinn's text 'I'll stop by your place at 8pm, ok?' Oh shit, Brittany just remembered Rachel and Finn's semen birthday or something like it on the karaoke bar. She had a calendar that Quinn bought for her but she used to just look at the pretty puppy of the month and never wrote her compromises.

Another text buzzed 'You should write your commitments on the calendar I gave you!' Brittany just remembered important dates and commitments, like Prince's consults to the vet, her sister's birthday, her deadlines to deliver the books, and lately anything related to Santana.

'shit, sry. u can come any time. need 2 talk 2u.' she texted Quinn and shortly had a reply.

'What? You need to type properly because I don't understand your language. I understood just the come any time.' She always writes correctly her texts, even when she's on a rush. That Brittany didn't understand. 'i said sorry and i need to talk to you!'

'So I'll stop by your place rn.' RN? 'Hahaha, see? I can be 'cool' too!' it made her laugh. She realised she had to ran back to her place. Quinn's right now meant 1 minute. Carrying the vase and pushing Prince's leash made her slower.

Quinn was already sat on the step next to her door. "Finally! Where were you? And you didn't need to bring me flowers, sweetie." she said joking "Hey, Your Royal Highness!" and gave Prince a good scratch behind his ear.

"I was at Blaine's apartment and then I passed on a flower shop" Brittany said averting the other blonde's eyes.

"Such a bad liar!" she scowled while Brittany opened the door.

"It's true. Tell her Prince." he just entered the apartment and stopped at his bowl of water.

"Even your dog is a bad liar!" omitting things from Quinn are hard.

"Ok, I was looking for a girl that I occasionally met on the streets three times. Blaine happened to know her and she works on a flower shop. She gave me the daisies and that's it." Quinn smiled.

"Are you going out with her? I want to meet her so I can use my best friend warning speech."

"Not yet. That's why I wanted to talk to you. I might have agreed to go on a club with her and her friend but it's this Friday." she just waited Quinn scolding her.

"Great! I'll join you. I could use a club after going to Finchel's whatever and be introduced to your girl."

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Someone was knocking on her door. "B, open the door. We are almost late and I don't want to hear Rachel complaining. Not today." Brittany opened the door and found Quinn wearing a dark blue dress a little above her knees and her short blond hair arranged into a messy-neat bun. Light makeup as usual and pretty brown closed shoes.

"I'm ready!" Brittany was wearing short black shorts, a salmon transparent shirt and high green stilettos. Her hair naturally falling on her shoulders. "You look very pretty Q".

"You too B. Now let's go, the taxi is waiting downstairs."

When they reached the karaoke bar it wasn't what they were expecting. It wasn't too dark, with white tables, white chairs, white walls and some colorful lamps. The group was already sat on a table with Rachel, Finn, Mercedes, Sam, Kurt, Mike and Tina. The only two places left were beside Rachel and in front of Finn. Brittany could feel the discomfort of Quinn and quickly sat beside Rachel.

"I really appreciate the presence of you guys here. It's a very important day for me and Finn. And I'm glad to spend the night with my best friends." Rachel stared at Quinn. "So, I hope we have a lot of fun and I'm sure we'll have. Now let's start this party. Kurt? Will you join me on a brilliant perform of one of the biggest divas, Whitney Houston, song?"

Kurt and Rachel went to the stage and started to sing I Look To You. The song didn't fit on having fun. Quinn kicked her leg and mouthed 'drinks'. They stood up and walked to the bar.

"We can stay here till 10:30 and head to the club. It's pretty close." Brittany thought that she made it sound like they were planning a bank robbery and laughed with a nod. "Two shots of tequila." Quinn directed to the barman.

"Tears!" Brittany lifted the glass and turned down the shot. "Two more, please! No, make it four!"

It ended with six for each and three songs for Brittany and two for Quinn. Both of them were on the touchy tipsy stage. "Q, it's already midnight! Let's go..." she grabbed Quinn's hand and walked her out of the bar without saying goodbye.

They walked to the club, it was dark and silent. But their tipsy stage made it not scary. Turning a corner they saw a club with a big line. Club's line didn't make sense, Brittany would just walk to the security and the guy always opened it for her. Why people prefer the line?

The security instantly opened the door for the two blondes. The club was crowded. People dancing, dodging people with drinks on hand, the bar was all occupied. She looked for the dark brown hair sitting on a stool at the bar. To get a better view she walked further into the crowd shouting some excuses.

She found Santana looking at her. Her mouth went dry. The girl was dressed on a red tight dress and her hair all wavy framing her face. Brittany wanted to sprint but the amount of people on her way didn't permit it. Some more excuses and she got where Santana was talking to a guy.

"HI!" she shouted and hugged the brunette for maybe longer than a regular hug.

"Hey, Brittany. I thought you wouldn't come."

"SORRY! I LOST THE CLOCK TICKS AND TOCKS" lost track of time was senseless, it wasn't a train.

"This is Puck." she pointed to the guy next to her. "I need to go to the restroom." and she stormed out of there. Even more senseless.

"Hey, blondies! Who's your girlfriend?" noticing she was still holding Quinn's hand she let it go.

"We are not dating. I'm Quinn, Brittany's friend."

"Oh, so that's it? Hmm... Brittany, right? I think you should join Santana on the restroom. Look if she needs help or whatever;" looking for Quinn who was already sitting on a stool near Puck she decided it'd be ok to let her with him.

She crossed the dance floor and made her way to the restroom. Some guys tried to start a talk with her but she kept walking.

Reaching the restroom she saw it empty unless for Santana upholding on the sink looking down. "SAN, ARE YOU OKAY?" the brunette jumped and she noticed how loud she was speaking. "Sorry, I didn't mean to alarm you." she walked closer to Santana and rested her hand on the small of her back. "Do you want to puke? 'Cause if you do, if it's not much to ask I'd like you to warn me. I've a weak stomach. And two puking is not good. I mean, one puking is already not good. So two is not not good. Not not good makes it good, right? So I may puke with you. But you first."

Santana laughed. Really laughed. For minutes losing her breath. "No I don't need to puke Britt." The no-puking-need made Brittany get closer to Santana. She was now holding her waist with her right hand, their hips touching. Brittany's was touching higher. And Brittany's boob brushed against Santana's left arm. They stood there for a while locking eyes through the mirror.

Turning Satana around so that they were face to face with both of her hands on her hips, Brittany leaned in and kissed her. It made complete sense. Santana's lips tasted like sweets, alcohol and a bit of cigarette. The brunette kissed her back, and it made even more sense. She wasn't even sure what was making sense, it just did. Taking a hand off Santana's hip, she was reaching her neck to deepen the kiss but Santana backed down and left the restroom.

What a few seconds made complete sense was now left with a doubt.

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