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Rachel's instructions in the email were to dress in our best cocktail outfits. I kind of liked the idea because I haven't dressed up for anything in a while. Brittany is usually ready sooner than I am, but today she's taking forever. I was ready twenty minutes ago and she's still in the bathroom doing I don't know what.

"Britt!" I knock on the door. "Are you almost ready?"

"Yeah! Just finishing my makeup. You can come in."

I push the door open and my mouth instantly drops when I see her. All I need to say is that the dress is black and it's enhancing all the right areas. I mean all. "Brittany. You look really...wow."

She smirks and watches me through the mirror as she applies a coat of lipstick. "Thanks, San. You look beautiful too." She smacks her lips a few times and pulls me out of my daze.

I swallow. "Um...Are you ready?"

Brittany picks up a bottle of perfume off the counter and sprays her neck. "I am now." She sets the bottle down and pushes past me and out of the bathroom, leaving behind a trail of the perfume I love so much.

The reunion is taking place at The Redbury Hotel in Hollywood. It's some big shot, expensive, hotel on one of the most famous streets of LA. I expected Rachel to go all out, but I didn't expect this. I'm really looking forward to hearing how she managed to book it.

The valet driver takes Brittany's keys and drives off in her hybrid.

I look up at the building as it's lights glow in the night sky before turning to Brittany and asking, "Ready?"

She smiles and nods.

We make our way into the hotel and up the stairs to the outdoor courtyard. The place is glamorous, as expected. It's roomy and is set up with patio lights, lanterns, some fancy daybeds, and it's got a clear view of The Broadway Hollywood sign next door. Of course Rachel would pick this hotel.

"Brittany! Santana!" Rachel squeals as soon as she sees us. Finn is standing next to her with his dufus smile and they both take turns giving us each a hug. I watch Brittany while Finn embraces her and she doesn't try one bit to look happy or even return the hug.

Rachel steps back to look at us. "You guys look amazing!"

"Thanks," I manage to say before she starts up again.

"I'm so glad you made it! We have so much to talk about! Artie, Sugar, and Noah are right over there." She points at some daybeds towards the middle of the yard. "I'll be right with you guys."

We take that as our cue to join the others.

"Well, she's still very enthusiastic," Brittany comments.

I giggle before we make it to the others. "Hey, guys."

"Santana, girl! What's up!" Artie expands his arms, offering a hug. He looks so much older. Well not older but more...masculine? I can't say the same for Puck. He definitely looks older. Although, he still looking pretty fit. And Sugar, well she looks pretty much the same.

After giving Puck and Artie some friendly hellos, Brittany plops next to Sugar and wraps her arms around her. The two squeal and sway in place before a waiter comes and offers us some champagne.

"About time," Pucks says. "I hope Rachel is planning on giving us more than champagne. There's no way I'm going to get wasted with this."

"It's not college party, Puck."

"Whoa, Santana. Since when are you such a downer? Did Brittany whip you into a good girl?" He chuckles.

I glare at him and leave it at that.

"Are you living in LA too, Santana?" Sugar asks.

"Yup, she is." Brittany chirps. "We live about twenty minutes from here."

Sugar's eyes widen. "You're living together? Are you guys back on?"

Brittany looks at me, unsure of what to say next.

"We're living together but we're-" I'm interrupted by a pair of pale arms snaking around my shoulders.

"Hello, Santana."

The arms loosen around me and I turn to see Quinn smiling at me. "Quinn!" I stand up and give her the most bone crushing hug. "Oh my god, I didn't think I'd be so happy to see you."

"Well, thanks! I think."

We all chat with each other as we wait for the rest of the group to arrive. Thankfully Sugar forgot about our previous conversation once Quinn began her story about her trip to Italy. Within the next hour everyone from the Glee club is present. Well not everyone, Mr. Schue is missing, which I couldn't really care less about. Rory, Mercedes, Sam, Kurt, and Blaine are also missing. According to Rachel, Mercedes is stuck in New York, working on her first single and Sam decided to stay with her. Rory didn't reply to her email and Kurt is running some fashion thing in London so he couldn't make it. As for Blaine, well he and Kurt broke up during college and no one has really heard from him since, so it's no surprise he didn't show up.

Mike and Tina are still together. And married. Apparently, they had a small wedding somewhere in Japan a few months ago. Rachel, went on and on about how she didn't understand why she wasn't invited. Tina tried explaining they didn't invite anyone other than their family, but Rachel wouldn't listen. I think it was the two champagne flutes that were getting to her. She has always been a light weight.

Puck gulps down the last of his fifth glass of champagne and stuffs his mouth with some shrimp from the appetizers plate. "Rachel, when are you going to bring out the good stuff?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know, the good stuff." He says in between chewing his food. Disgusting. "The good liquor."

"This is good liquor. It cost me $90 per bottle."

"This stuff? 90$?" He asks, incredulously.

Rachel nods.

"But I'm not even buzzed! You basically paid a fortune for water!"

"He's right, Rach. It's going right through me," Mike adds. Tina elbows him in the ribs and he winces. "But, I mean... It's okay if it's all you have."

Rachel looks panicked. She still cares way too much about what people think of her. "I...I can get something from the bar?"

Quinn rolls her eyes. "Rachel, it's fine. The champagne is fine."

"The bar sounds like a great idea!" Puck gets a handful of cheese cubes this time. "Get some vodka or rum."

Artie who, is sitting next to Rachel pats her on the shoulder. "Rach, you don't have to, really."

"No, it's okay." She turns to Finn. "Honey, can you run down and get us something?"

"Uh, sure. What should I get?"

"Um..." She looks at Puck. "Rum and vodka?"

Puck smiles from ear to ear and nods. "And some tequila."

"Ugh. Puck, you're such a pig." I open my purse and pull out my credit card. "Here, Finn. Pay with this."

"Santana, you don't have to do that. I can get it." Rachel says.

"I know you can, but I want to. Don't worry, I'll make Puck pay me back."

Puck scoffs from his seat. I know he won't pay me back, but I want to reassure Rachel that I won't be spending money that I don't have. Plus it's just a few bottles. I can afford it.

Finn runs off with my card and we continue talking. Turns out Rachel could have bought the whole bar if she wanted. She's been booking a lot of plays in New York and is set to be on Broadway for the third time next year. Not only that, but the hotel owner is a fan and friend of hers. I kind of wish I could get my credit card back now.

Artie finishes telling us about his engineering job at Apple and then turns to Brittany. "Hey, you've been really quiet."

"It's because of this crap music." Puck turns up the sound system and blasts one of the newest mainstream songs. "That's better. You should dance for us Brittany, you still like dancing right?" He gives her cheeky smile.

"Leave her alone, Puckerman!" Sugar tries punching him on the shoulder, but misses. And I thought Rachel was a light weight.

"Whoa! Easy there. I'm just trying to get two words out from her."

"You're trying to get a lap dance, which isn't going to happen," I say, between clenched teeth.

Puck puts his hands up defensively. "Okay, okay."

"Brittany, are you still passionate about dance?" Rachel asks.

"Yeah. I'm working at a studio in the city. I teach salsa, hip-hop, tango, and modern."

Rachel's eyebrows almost jump off her face. "Modern dance? That's very impressive."

"You teach modern?" I ask. "Why didn't I know that?"

"I don't know. You hadn't asked."

I frown at that.

"You know, I've seen a lot of musicals use modern dance. If I were to hear about an opening would you be interested?"

Brittany almost chokes on her drink at the sound of Rachel's offer. "Yeah," she nods excitedly. "Definetly. Thanks, Rachel."

Rachel straightens herself and smiles proudly, as if she already did her the favor. "How long have you been in LA?"

Finn returns with the liquor and Puck is the first to serve himself a shot. "Ah! That's more like it!"

"Since I graduated from high school," Brittany answers.

"So you live around here?"

"Yeah."

"But wait. You and Santana broke up. You weren't even speaking to each other. How is it that you came here together? Did you two..."

"No, we aren't together," I cut in. "We have some friends in common so that's how we met again."

"Oh. So you guys just started hanging out again?"

"Well, we live together so we-" Brittany begins to explain, but Puck interrupts.

"Friends with benefits. I dig it."

"Shut up, Puck. We aren't friends with benefits and we aren't together. We're just roommates. Can we please change the subject." I take a swing of my drink and slouch back on the daybed.

It takes a while for the group to get over the tension I created, but they all forget about it once Tina starts talking about how she's hoping to join Kurt in London next year for a fashion job.

"But...Won't Mike miss you?" Rachel asks.

"He will." Tina looks at Mike and kisses his cheek. "But it'll only be a year. Then he'll be done with his dance tour and will join me in London."

"Okay, okay." Puck interrupts. "That's all really sweet. Glad you guys are happy. How about we play spin the bottle."

"Seriously, Puck?" Quinn says, unimpressed.

"What? Fine. Pick something else. I just want to drink."

Artie suggests a game I'm not familiar with, but everyone else seems to know it and agrees. I lean towards Brittany and place a hand on her forearm to get her attention. "Do you want to leave?"

Her shoulders raise and fall. "Why? Do you want to go?"

I look over at Puck and Artie setting up the game. "Kind of."

"Let's leave then."

"Are you leaving?" Sugar joins us in the huddle. "Please don't go! You can't leave me here. Please, please, please don't go."

I look at Sugar then at Brittany. She shrugs. I take a deep breath and lean back to my place.

"What's wrong?" Quinn asks from her place next to me.

"Nothing."

"Is everything okay with Brittany?"

I look at her. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"Just asking."

As the night goes on, everyone starts getting louder and starts letting loose. I quit the drinking game once I start losing the feeling on my lips. That has always been my cue to stop drinking if I don't want to end up throwing up and passed out somewhere.

"Here!" Brittany shoves a shot of tequila near my face in an attempt to make me drink it. "Drink this. I can't drink anymore."

"No, Britt." I grab the glass and set it down. "We both need to stop drinking."

"C'mon, Santana! Drink up!" Artie rolls his chair next to me and hands me the shot I had just put down. "On three. One, two, three!" He drinks his, but I only watch him.

"C'mon, Santana," Brittany whispers by my ear. "Don't fall behind." She scoots closer to me and slides a hand on my exposed thigh.

"Brittany," I say a little surprised, and quickly cover her hand with my own to prevent her from moving any higher. Sugar is right next to her and I worry she might be watching us, but she's too busy doing a body shot off of Puck.

Everyone knows I'm gay, but for some reason I don't feel comfortable being this close to Brittany in front of them.

I return my attention back to Brittany who's piercing my eyes with her own and then looks down at my lips. She's doing it again. I down the shot and wince when it burns my throat. Brittany quickly holds a lemon wedge up to my mouth and when I try to take it with my hand she pulls it away and shakes her head. I swallow. (She can be really forward when she drinks.) I take the lemon from her with my mouth and she makes sure her finger graces my bottom lip.

Someone next to me clears their throat and I almost snap my neck when I turn to look at them. I had forgotten Quinn is sitting by me.

"Come with me to the lady's room?" It's more of an order than a question.

I nod and set the glass down before I follow her away from the group.

"Santana!" Brittany calls. "Where are you going?" She's trying to get up off her seat but is having a hard time.

"I'll be back, Britt. Sit down." I ask Sugar to keep her company, but she's as drunk if not drunker than Brittany and roughly pulls her back down next to her when Brittany tries to stand up.

Quinn takes me by the hand and pulls me into the nearest restroom. She lets go as soon as the door closes and I stumble towards the sink. "Are you alright? You need to stop drinking."

"I bought the bottles. I'm not letting them go to waste."

She rolls her eyes. "So, what's going on?"

"With what? Aren't you going to pee?"

"With you and Brittany. I thought you weren't hooking up or anything." She doesn't sound judgmental, but curious..

"We aren't." I look at myself in the mirror and fix my lipstick.

"Then what was that outside? I've seen you guys do that before, Santana. Don't forget I was always with you guys throughout high school."

"You weren't alway with us."

"Santana," she warns. I turn around and face her. "She had her hand all over your leg. If you guys are back together why not just say so? We'll all be so happy for you both."

"We're not back together! I'm seeing someone."

Quinn's eyes open wide. "You have a girlfriend and you let Brittany touch you like that? Does she know you have a girlfriend?"

"I don't have a girlfriend. We aren't really official, but we've been seeing each other for a while. And no Brittany doesn't know. She wouldn't be acting like that if she knew."

"Then why are you keeping it from her? So that you can have both?" Quinn asks loudly.

"No! Why do you even care? I haven't seen you in years."

"Just because I haven't seen you in a while doesn't mean I don't care for you anymore."

I chew on the inside of me cheek. "Look, nothing is going on between us okay? I don't know why she's acting like that. We've been nothing more than friends since we saw each other again."

"Why is she even living with you?"

I sigh. "It's a long story, but her ex-boyfriend kicked her out after she had a miscarriage and-" I stop. "I...don't know if I should have told you that."

"B..Brittany had a miscarriage?" She moves closer to me, as if she's going to get more out of me that way.

"Yeah. If you want to know anything more about that you'll have to ask her, but that's why she's living with me. After she got kicked out I offered her to stay with me."

"Wow..." She shakes her head as if to get back on track. "So um...you're dating someone. Are you over Brittany?

I shake my head. There's no point in lying to Quinn. I probably won't see her again after today and I know she won't tell Brittany.

"Doesn't surprise me."

I glare at her.

"So why are you with this other girl then?"

"Because I like her? Plus, Brittany was with her boyfriend when I started dating Nat. I thought I had no chance."

"But she's not with him anymore. And she's obviously still into you."

"What are you talking about? Did you not hear when I said she had a boyfriend. She was pregnant!"

"Well, you have a girlfriend and you're still into Brittany. She could have been going through the same thing while she was with her boyfriend. I mean, c'mon, she was all over you out there!" She says that last thing with a playful shove.

I inhale deeply, unsure of what to think. "I don't know...I have Natalie now. I can't just dump her for Brittany."

"It's better than lying to her. But wait, I need to ask you something."

I look at her. "What?"

"Do you still love Brittany? Or do you just maybe want to...you know..." Her eyebrows move up and down. "One last time."

"Quinn!"

"What? It's a serious question."

"I do love her. I never stopped loving her and I never will, but things are just so complicated."

"Things are only as complicated as you make them. Brittany is back in your life for a reason. And I'm willing to bet that if you asked her how she felt about you, you'd be surprised by her answer. She still looks at you the same way she did in high school...Just think about it okay?"

"Yeah. I will. Thanks."

"Lets get back out there before Brittany start getting jealous."

I shake my head and chuckle, looping my arm with hers for support.

When we open the restroom door, I instantly hear something I have never heard before. I'm not even sure if I'm hearing right. I look at Quinn and she looks just as shocked. Brittany is yelling. She's shouting like a crazy raged woman. She's slurring more than yelling and I can't really tell what she's saying.

Quinn and I rush back to the group and find Brittany being held back by Sugar and Puck while Tina and Mike watch in horror and Rachel hides behind Finn. The scene looks a lot like when I used to have rage outbursts towards Rachel, except Brittany is trying to get to Finn.

"Brittany!" I peel Puck off her and take his place.

"Santana, make her stop! She's crazy!" Rachel screams.

"What the hell did you do, Finn!" Quinn scolds.

" . We were just talking."

"Britt! Stop! Brittany!" I stand in front of her and see anger and tears in her eyes. "Brittany, look at me! Brittany!" She stops struggling against me and realizes it's me who's talking to her.

"San..." She drapes heavy arms around me and buries her sobs between my neck and shoulder.

"Shh...It's okay..." I look in Quinn's direction as I stroke Brittany's back. "We're gonna go."

"You guys can't drive. I'll take you."

"Brittany brought her car."

"I'm sure Rachel can get someone to return it to her tomorrow."

I try to get Brittany to walk alongside me, but she tightens her grip around me and we awkwardly walk out without saying a word to anyone.

We get to Quinn's car and Brittany pulls me into the backseat with her.

"What's your address?" Quinn asks from the driver's seat.

I read my address out loud and watch as Quinn sets the navigation system. "Britt, I need to put on your seatbelt, okay? You need to let go of me for a second." She hesitates but loosens her arms enough for me to move and strap her in.

Her sobs subside and she wipes her teary face. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. You can cry." I pull her into a hug, which she quickly accepts and holds until we get to my apartment.

"Do you need help getting her up there?" Quinn asks.

"Um..." I pull away from Brittany to get a clearer view of her. "Can you walk?"

She nods.

"I think we're okay. Thanks for the ride." I open the car door and help Brittany slide out. She takes two steps in her five inch heels and her right ankle bends so much that I think it's going to snap. I quickly slide my arms around her and steady her. "Quinn, we might need some help."

Quinn helps me get her up the stairs and into the elevator.

"Thank you, Quinny." Brittany gives her a sloppy kiss on the cheek and smiles.

"Any time," Quinn responds, trying to hide her disgust after having Brittany leave some saliva on her cheek.

When we reach my door, Quinn removes Brittany's arm from her shoulders and Brittany slithers it around my neck, joining her other arm.

Quinn takes my keys from me and opens the door for us. "Except to hear from me soon." She hands me my keys and makes a quick exit into the elevator.

"C'mon, Britt." I try pushing her upwards because she's literally leaning all her weight on me and I can't keep her up straight.

"Don't make me sleep on the couch today." She pouts.

I wasn't planning on doing that. "Don't worry, you get to sleep on my huge bed today."

She perks at this. "I get to sleep with you?"

"No. You get to sleep on my bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

She scowls. "But why? Can't we both just sleep on your bed?"

I push the door to my room open and switch the light on, taking the last few steps to my bed. I want to lay Brittany down and get out of there, but she pulls me down with her and giggles when I land next to her. "Just stay. Look." She crawls up the bed and lays on one side of it. "There's so much space," she says, pointing at the vacant side.

I weigh my options. Then I remember. Sharing a bed doesn't mean anything if nothing happens.

I slip off my heels and then Brittany's. She shrieks and pulls the covers down for us.

"But we need to go to sleep, okay?" I warn, once we're under the duvet.

"Okay!" She sits up and unzips her dress.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking off my dress," she states. "I'm not going to sleep in it!"

She shimmies out of it then shrinks at my side and lays an arm over my stomach while her leg wraps around my own. Her knee is dangerously close to my center and I feel like the covers won't be necessary tonight. I'm just happy I'm still wearing my dress and there isn't much skin contact.

I'm about to reach overhead and turn the lights off, the sooner we're in the dark the better, but she speaks up.

"I miss this," she says, her eyes locking with mine. "Don't you?"

I feel a tingle start in my stomach and travel down to my now heated center. Her eyes trail down to my lips and she holds her gaze there.

Not the stare. Please, anything but the stare.

I close my eyes, not wanting to give into her game. "Santana," she says, softly. I shut my eyes tighter and she lightly pushes her knee against the most sensitive area of my body. "San..." I'm sure she'll give it up if I don't look. She'll give it up... or just kiss me herself.

Her lips are just as soft as they've always been. They taste like vodka and strawberries and their warmth match my own. She has my bottom lip between her thin pink lips and she's holding it there. Not moving at all.

I exhale the breath I can no longer hold and begin moving my lips against hers as if that last breath was the gate holding me back. She runs her hand from my stomach up to the back of my neck and uses it as a leverage to pull herself closer to me, dragging her legs along with her and earning a gasp from me when her knee pushes deeper against me.

She smiles into the kiss and it makes me want to slip my tongue into her warm mouth, which I do because what the hell, I'm already letting this happen.

Brittany moves as slow as a preying snake when she raises my dress up to my waist and climbs on my hips. She digs her pelvis into mine and I inhale sharply.

"I missed you," she says, before attacking my lips again.

I can't believe this is happening. She's running her hands all over my upper body and kissing my neck like her life depends on it. It feels so incredible to be this close to her again. Why hadn't I made this happen before? I wanted it. She wanted it.

She lets out a cute little hiccup by my ear and my eyes snap open in realization. "Brittany. Wait..." I gently push at her shoulders until she's sitting up. "We can't."

She frowns. "Why? You don't want to?"

"We- You're drunk."

"No, I'm not." She attempts to kiss me again, but I hold her in place.

"Listen. You're not one-hundred percent right now. We can't do this."

Brittany climes off me and flops down next to me. "But...I'm telling you I want to." Her voice is soft and it sounds like she's about to cry.

I turn on my side to face her and place a comforting hand on her arm. "I know, but you might regret it tomorrow."

She blinks her eyes a few times, trying to hold back her tears. "Do you really mean that or do you not want to do it because you have a girlfriend?"

"I- she's-" I fumble with words as I'm caught off guard. I'm such an idiot. I had forgotten about Natalie.

"I heard you talking to her. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but..."

"She...She's not my girlfriend. Well, I mean-"

"It's okay. You don't have to explain." She pauses. "You're right. We shouldn't do this. It wouldn't be right."

"Britt...I'm sorry."

She gives me a sad smile and pulls the covers over us. "We should sleep."