AN- hehe Heyyyy guys. This is why I shouldn't try and work to deadlines. Cause I will be late.

Been busy with trying to get into uni (I did, so yay) so here's a superduper long chapter.

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SERIOUSLY THOUGH I WON'T TRY AND SET A DEADLINE AGAIN. (Yet I had time to draw a new cover for this fic, But it's cute right?)

If I get too late, come kick my ass on tumblr.

So here's the partytime.

Disclaimer-I keep telling you I don't own Glee. All mistakes are mine.

M- for ass kicking, language and lady loving in later chapters

Brittany's POV

I figured it may take a tiny bit longer than 15 minutes for me and Santana to get ready. Maybe it's due to the fact that I had to pick an outfit that would fit me from Santana's extensive clothes collection. Maybe it's because Santana and I both had to shower after our workout today. Separately people separately, don't get too excited. I know I was practically feverish when she mentioned it. Maybe it's because I have to do my hair and make up before we went out. Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that my neck is covered in hickeys…

I swear I have no idea how it happened, well I do, Santana, so that's a little bit of a lie. I need to promise to never ever will I ever never threaten to take away kisses from that girl again. As soon as the doors from the elevator clicked together and we were alone. I was on my back. well not literally. But I was pushed against the wall in what I'm pretty sure was a record time as we ascended to our floor.

The most frustrating thing was, is that Santana wouldn't let me reciprocate in any way as she kissed across my collarbone. Pushing me back or pulling her head away each time I attempted to move my lips anywhere near her. But instead I received what can only be described as an oral assault. And by that I mean all I could feel was either Santana's lips, teeth or tongue on me for the whole elevator ride.

Smirking as I stood in front of the full length mirror, combing my hair to the side to inspect the damage. Inhaling through gritted teeth as my fingers brushed over a particularly tender purple mark below my ear. The cluster of bruises would be easily hidden by my hair as I was wearing it loose. But that didn't stop the fact that I could feel them on my skin each time I moved. It was like a dirty secret that only me and Santana knew about.

But thinking about it really, maybe I was the dirty secret. I mean I know that we aren't exactly going out. Lady kisses, as hot as they may be, are not the same as dating, I'm not stupid. But I can't ask her about it, because what if she thinks I'm crazy for suggesting we go out sometime. Like on a date. I thought back to the first night I came here, everyone thought I was just another random girl Santana had brought home. Happens a lot apparently. But I don't know if it was a good thing that I wasn't just another one night stand, or worse because she doesn't see me like that at all.

I let out a sigh, shaking my hair forward. Watching as the softly curled strands fall gently against my shoulders, curtaining the marks beneath it. Maybe I was worrying too much, I mean come on we're all going out for drinks, I should be excited. New friends. Everyone happy. Great.

Looking over my shoulder at the bathroom door, hearing the running water from inside. Trying my best not to imagine the soaking Latina who was currently in the shower. The water running down her back, wet hair sticking against her body, the fact that she was naked. Not thinking about her at all then. Shaking my head I turn my attention back to face the mirror. Figuring that I would more than likely have to focus or I might end up with an eyeliner pencil rammed into my eyeball by the end of the night.

Rolling my eyes as I heard the water just shutting off now. How long does it take for her to get clean. Hmm depends on how long I've been fantasizing about her. Quite a long time then. I smiled to myself in the mirror, finally finished with my make-up. Stepping back to admire myself fully. Not looking too bad actually.

I pretty much have the shortest shorts in the history of the world on. Seeing as my legs are 458945 times longer than Santana's Legit. I did the maths myself and everything It seems I'll be showing quite a lot of leg tonight. But I thought they were cute, so the tiny black shorts it was. I was more excited when I found a pair of matching suspender braces that Santana claimed she had only used once, for a fancy dress party as a nerd. Bet she looked cute. Especially with some glasses. Awwh. She sighed at me when I said I wanted to wear them, but caved in when I brought up the fact that she wouldn't let me wear a fluffy hat I had found buried deep underneath a pile of clothes.

Along with a loose fitting white vest and a black blazer that I'd found in a box labelled 'Formalwear' Is it strange to have a closet so big that you have to start labelling your stuff. I had rolled up the sleeves to show the pinstripe lining underneath as the fabric bunched at my elbow. Looking at myself, I thought it was kind of cute how Santana and I were sharing clothes and everything, even though technically she has no choice it's that or I wear either the same clothes or I go naked.

The only problem was, I kind of needed to find some clothes that fit me. I know me and Santana are roughly the same size, but it's the underwear sharing, slightly adjusting the bra I was wearing. I mean it was glaringly obvious that Santana was a little more erm sizeable in the breast department than I was. Meaning I would have happily gone without a bra, but Santana thought otherwise.

I walked the short route to the bed, picking up a pair of black stilettos from the floor as I walked across. Perching myself at the very end of the bed, I began to slip them onto my feet. Hearing the lock of the bathroom click and the door slide open, out the corner of my eye seeing the figure of Santana step into the bedroom. I mean I couldn't just be staring at her when she walked out, what if she was naked or something…heh. Naked.

"You ready?" I heard her ask, my brow furrowing slightly at the question.

"Erm, yes" Pushing off the bed to do one last check in the mirror before we leave. "You better hurry up though or we'll be-" I turned at that moment to see a fully clothed Santana, leaning casually against the doorway, smirking at me purse in hand. "Well. You get ready quick"

I couldn't help but check her out, knowing that she was doing the exact same thing to me. She was wearing the most perfect red dress, as if it was made specifically for her. Although it was pretty simple in design, the way it flawlessly clung to her shape made it so much more appealing. Beginning just above the knee it stretched up to barely barely covering her chest, if anything making her boobs look bigger. I swallowed dryly when I noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra, due to the dress being strapless, holding itself in place by hugging her frame. It took me a while to notice the studded leather jacket that she wore as well, however it was smaller than the one I saw when we first met, just barely reaching her waist and fit just as tightly as the dress.

"Yeah" She chuckled, standing up a little straighter. I was aware that she seemed to be trying to set a record for 'highest heels ever seen on boots' as she started to walk over to me. The height difference between us closed slightly, because I was still wearing heels, and I'm pretty tall to begin with. Trying to see how much she had grown as she stood beside me.

"Wait a minute" I exclaimed as we linked our arms together and started to leave the room. My brow knitting together in thought "How did you dry your hair so quick?" The dark locks, that I was so used to seeing in a pony, now cascading down her back and shoulders. It deepened when I could feel Santana shaking with laughter beside me as we walked.

"Really Britt?" Quirking an eyebrow, trying to not get lost in her perfectly lined eyes. I could still hear the giggle in her voice when she spoke, not in a mocking way, but sheer amusement. "I can control heat and you think I'd not use it to dry my hair in seconds" wow thinking about it, that is a really handy power. Ruffling said hair with her hand slightly.

"Well why the hell did you let me spend all that time looking for a hairdryer" The question sending Santana into a whole new wave of hysterics.

We stepped outside into the evening air, door clicking shut behind us. The sun was just setting, throwing an eerie red tint into the sky. Seeing quite a lot of bored looking people milling around two black SUV's.

"There they are" I heard Rachel before I could make out where she was. Turns out she was already buckled into the first SUV beside a grumpy looking Finn in the drivers seat beside her. "Could you have made us wait any longer?" She whined, looking around Finn, who had really dressed up…with his ripped jeans, flannel shirt and body warmer. Did somebody say 'Style Icon'? "You have made us approximately 30 minutes behind schedule and it's already getting dark"

"Calm your practically non-existent tits Berry" Santana snapped beside me, as we walked slowly to the other jeep, which had Quinn sitting in the drivers seat doing her make up wearing a pretty blue summer dress. As I tried to keep a straight face after seeing Rachel's shocked reaction and Quinn's blatant eye roll as she looked into her compact mirror "You better not be bitching about schedules all night, like we keep telling you when we go out drinking it's meant to be fun. Fun is not you setting limits on how much we can drink and your fucking pamphlets"

I couldn't not let out a laugh as Rachel leaned over and shoved about 20 leaflets she had been holding into the glove compartment beside Finn.

"Look kiddies" She started again, opening the back door of the SUV and holding the door open for me to slide in. Sending her a grateful smile as she continued her rant. "You may have all been witness to the rare event that was me apologizing before, it was a momentary lapse of judgement. But believe me it will not happen again" She stopped to send me a small wink, before closing the door. I found myself tracing the hidden marks on my neck as I bit down softly on my lip. Yup I'm not going to be trying to influence any of Santana's decisions for quite a while. Thinking to just before in the elevator, annoyed at the fact our lips never touched once. I learned my lesson the hard way. Following her with my eyes as she walked around to the other side of the car and wrenched her own door open.

"Now if you would all like to get in" She said with a sarcastic drawl, climbing into the leather seat beside me. "So me and Brittany here can gets out drinks on" She shouted before slamming the door shut with a bang.

"Careful" Quinn hissed from the front seat. As I smiled at the people now cramming into the car up front. Probably avoiding Santana. I looked over at her shyly, still trying not to be sucked in by how beautiful she is looking tonight. Or any night. Catching her grinning at my neck. My eyes widen and I start fumbling with my hair and she lets out a throaty laugh.

"Where are the Changs? I ask, trying to distract anyone, mainly Santana, and conversation is probably the best way to do it.

"Nominated house sitters for the night" Sam replied, who had slipped into the seat beside Quinn, pulling his seatbelt across himself.

"Oh" Was all I could really respond with.

"Good, cause no one wants to say Asian fusion macking all over the dance floor"

"Oh great" Quinn sighs turning the key in the ignition "You're back to your usual self"

"Damn right" Santana grins, kicking her legs out in front of her, probably nudging Sam's chair a little too hard by 'accident'.

There was a knocking noise by my head and I was sure I had imagined it, until everyone twisted around in their seat to look. I jumped at the sight of my own reflection in a pair of mirrored aviators. Quickly noticing they belonged to Puck, who was tapping gingerly on the window.

"Hey" His voice muffled by the slightly tinted windows. "Can I ride with you guys?"

"There's no room" Santana shouted back, her eyes narrowing.

"Sure there is" He grinned, pressing his finger up against the glass. "I could just…Squish in between. You. Girls." his voice trailing of as he finally caught Santana's venomous stare.

"Not a chance" she growled.

"Santana…" Quinn started while Sam just sighed, fiddling with a button on his shirt as if it was a regular occurrence.

Puck just looked confused, brining his hand to his ear signalling he couldn't hear what had been said.

"Oh for the love of…" I could hear the irritation in Santana's voice as I send an tiny smile in Puck's direction. I don't know if he saw it though. trying to peer into his glasses. The next thing I knew. Boobs.

Santana was kneeling on the seat next to me, lowering the window to speak to Puck. Just so happened that she had to lean over me to speak to him and I will never complain about being this close to Santana's chest. do you think anyone would notice if I kind of grabbed one. Yes Brittany, I think at least Santana would notice.

"Listen Puckerman. I may have just said sorry for nearly killing you. But that doesn't mean I wont try to again. Now please, for your sake, go and join Lord and Lady hummel, free Willy and the Boobless wonder before I make another attempt on your life"

Santana simply wound the window back up and returned to her seat. Puck just stared at her for a while as if he thought it might have been a joke, before slumping away to the car in front. Everyone wincing when he opened the door and singing could be heard from within. Even Quinn was struggling to suppress even a small chuckle at the desperate face of Puck as he looked back to us.

"Here we are" Sam said as we pulled into a car park of a particularly dirty looking nightclub. "It's better inside I swear." Clearly noticing my sceptical look at the lack of people and the fact that it looked like it might fall apart at any moment.

We all stepped out just as the other SUV pulled up, Puck being the first one to fling himself out of the door and at straight at us.

"I'm sorry" he shouted, whipping his head between Santana and myself. "I swear to god I'll cut down on being a douche if I never have to go through that again" pointing towards the confused looking passengers that he had left behind.

"Oh Puck you'll always be a douche" Santana patted him on the back. maybe a little bit too hard "Just don't touch, talk to, or even look at Brittany if you're not going to treat her with the respect she deserves." I felt my cheeks redden as I felt numerous eyes on me, mainly Santana herself who even though she was talking to Puck had never looked away from me. I smiled a little at her and looked down at the floor, I felt a little embarrassed. And proud. And I kinda had butterflies. And a little turned on at Santana defending me again. Causing me to blush even deeper. "Keep that in mind, M'kay?" I heard her finish, the tone light and airy, but you could hear the threat in her words. So next time she can say that she warned him beforehand.

I felt a tug on my pinky and knew immediately who it was. The grin that spread across my face as me and my girl can I still call her that if she isn't my girl? Walked towards the shady looking joint, a pink neon sign above some stairs that lead underground. I squinted up at it, trying to read it with it's missing letters and the way it was flashing like it could give my epilepsy at any moment.

"The songbird" Santana whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "That's its name"

We descended the stairs only to be met by a man who was built like a tank. Obviously the muscle paid to keep trouble out, but seriously I really don't think anyone would even try to take him on.

"Blondie. Haven't seen you around before" He growled out, voice rough and scratchy. "You got any I.D"

I froze. No. My eyes darting everywhere as he towered over me scowling. Well this might be hard to explain. You see I woke up in a tube, with no memory of how I got there, got rescued by this hot piece of ass that I am now living with. Oh and by the way I can somehow make ice…so no. long story short I have no I.D

"Knock it off Earl you know she's with me" Looking to San and the man mountain before they both crack a smile.

"Just messin' with ya" Nudging me gently with his fist, as I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. "We let all sorts in 'ere. Ain't none like you guys though" as I turned to see that the everyone was gathered on the stairs behind us, waiting to get in. "We ain't big on 'rules' here" making air quotes with his massive fingers. "So long as you stick by Lopez here, I really don't think you going to have a problem" I just nodded, still a bit confused about everything really, as Earl opened the door for us.

"Lopez" he growled as me and San were about to enter, stopping us dead in our tracks. "Look after this one" he said deadly serious, pointing his finger at her. "I'm warning you now. She seems nicer than all those other whores that hang around you" My eyebrow raised at her, watching as she stutters and stumbles through her words.

"I will" she nods. "I promise" she smiles at me and takes my hand as if to confirm it, holding up our interlocked fingers in front of him.

Earl just gives us a knowing look, although I can't read exactly what it means as he examines both of us carefully. Stepping aside to let us all easily slip past, my ears focusing on the loud dance beat within.

It had been at least an hour since we had turned up and so far I was enjoying it. The few drinks I had knocked back were giving me a slight buzz already. After realizing as soon as we had got to the bar that I had no money See previous story to lack of I.D. That Santana had been buying all my drinks for me, I was pretty surprised after she told me that the guys running the HQ give them quite a lot of allowance each month for going out and being as normal as possible. Dude. It's in the thousands. So she definitely had no problem coughing up for my drinks.

That's when I realized. I had lost her. I don't remember where she said she'd gone. Peering into the mass of jumping bodies I tried hard to catch a glimpse of that tight red dress. Taking a small sip of my cocktail, my teeth fiddling with the straw. Should I wait here or try and find her. It wasn't that I was alone totally. I could see Puck up the further end of the bar that I was also leaning against, the only difference was that he was surrounded by a group of girls that were falling all over him as he flexed his muscles. Catching my eye across the bar he sent a wave in my direction, accompanied by a goofy smile and about five separate evil stares from the girls he was with.

I awkwardly waved back, turning to try and find anyone else. I realized now that Sam was right, it definitely did look better inside, taking the time to look around the club. As I was standing by the bar I could see most things clearly, the dance floor sunken into the ground Almost like a pit really. Meaning that you had to step up to get a drink. Further away from that, around the edges of the wall there were booths and tables, set in a dark black. I think. The coloured lights were changing so fast that it kind of made everything look a dark black colour.

I was sure I saw a glimpse of Kurt and Blaine in a faraway booth. But that could have been any gay couple, one of them wearing a bowtie and the other in a sequined poncho. My eyes getting distracted again as a man wearing only an Indian headdress and a thong brushed passed me. The hell.

I was scanning the balcony above me, trying to see if anyone was up the floor above. When I felt a body stumble into me. I turned to apologize, before feeling arms wrap around me.

"Heyy BrittBritt"

I smiled the slightly-more-buzzed-than-me Santana. Returning the hug gratefully.

"I turned around and you were gone" She sniffled into my hair. I'm sure I didn't move. But whatever. Her voice so small against the noise of the club. We pulled apart and I opened my mouth, before her finger was placed on my lips.

"Stop talking babe" her voice now commanding.

"I dihint speak" I muttered against her warm digit.

"You're speaking now" She grinned. "Listen" she came right up close to my ear, my heart now pounding in time with the dance music. "We managed to score the V.I.P room"

"We?"

"Yup elementals only, And some posh sluts who were already in there when we came." she said as she slowly took her finger away, as if still wary I would speak. "So drink up and lets go"

"Wait" I shouted as she pulled me along. Downing my drink, feeling the burn of the alcohol as it slipped down my throat and slamming the glass against the mirrored counter of the bar. "Dance with me first."

I had expected her to keep going, to tug me away and not look back in her hurry to take me away. Instead she turned, our hands still linked and crept over to me.

"I thought you'd never ask"

A grin spread across my face at that. I may have forgotten basically everything, but dancing, I knew I could do. Feeling Santana lead me down the steps and into the mass of dancing bodies as a poppy sounding tune played in the background. The smells of perfume and sweat reaching my nose as we pushed through the dancers to get to a space in the middle of the dance floor. Carefully avoiding spilled drinks and sticky substances on the floor as we made our way through. We stopped, deciding that this was a good place to be. After Santana dragged me away from a group of leering guys of course. Santana letting go of my hand in order to spin around and wrap them gently across my waist, my own snaking their way around her neck.

I don't care if we never get to the special room Santana was talking about. I just want to dance with her all night. The mood between us had shifted in the space of about 2.5 songs. That would be if the mood was dry humping the hell out of each other. I could feel San's nails drag slowly down my arms as mine grabbed at her hair. Our bodied moving completely in sync. If one of us moved the other shifted to never break contact with the other, our bodies fixed together in a way I can't describe. All I know is that it had my pulse racing and making my mouth dry. More drinks anyone?

The hottest thing may actually be the fact that Santana's head was resting on my shoulder, and whether she knew it or not was singing the words to all of the songs (That she knew) in the sexiest, breathiest voice I think I've ever heard, but just so loud that only I could hear. Her hot breath tickling my ear.

"Let this be our little secret." My breath nearly stopping all together at her words. "No one needs to know we're feeling. Higher and higher and higher…" Trailing off as the song came to a close. I didn't have time to dwell on it as a slower paced dance song came on, letting out a yelp as Santana ground her hips against mine. She pulled back, her face looking completely innocent, I nearly believed it was accidental until I saw a challenging glint in her brown eyes. Challenge accepted honey.

I pulled away at arms length, sending the sexiest smirk I could manage in her direction. I could see how her eyes widened slightly, even amongst all of the strobe lighting and smoke. Using that slight hesitation to reach over and grip her shoulders, my thumbs massaging the soft skin just above her clavicle. Just before lightly dragging my fingers down her chest, stopping when I reached the material of her dress. Looking into her eyes as I ghosted down past her breasts, and continued my path to her toned stomach, feeling the toned muscles underneath shudder as I traced across them.

Then suddenly the chorus of the song hit, my hands hooked around her waist and pulled our bodies completely together. Making us both groan out at the sudden contact, as I moulded my lips to her neck. My intention to mimic the marks she has left on me earlier today. Hearing her cry out as I delicately pressed my teeth against the sensitive skin below her jaw, nipping and licking as if my life depended on it. It was definitely sloppier than Santana's attempt, but I was proud. Dragging my teeth lightly over her neck, smiling as i felt her shiver underneath my touch. Biting down again, hearing a whine from Santana, I was nearly about to stop, worried that I may have hurt her, until I felt strong arms wrapping around my hair and holding me in place.

Well. It turns out that when you're V.I.P you get like a zillion drinks just given to you. The room is actually right behind where the DJ is, I never noticed it because it's one of those two way mirror things, so we can see everyone on the dance floor, but they can't see us. They can only see themselves, reflected back, so I kind of feel like a ghost right now, all invisible and stuff.

Its all plush and velvety in this room, the booths are big enough to fit everyone in (apart from Puck, who is now trying it on with some members of another booth) There are just about 5 surrounding a small dance floor in the middle of the room. Apart from that it's pretty bare, the most important things I can see is the bar on the other side of the room and the fire exit next to it. intimate's the word I guess. The lights aren't strobe-y in here, just a soft red light covering the entire room, the music still blaring through speakers dotted around the room.

We're all crammed around one table, I'm personally a little exhausted with all that dancing. I'm sitting on the end next to Blaine who's sitting next to Kurt who's sitting next to Rachel who's sitting next to Finn who's sitting next to Sam who's sitting next to Quinn who's sitting next to Santana. Yay. Both of us are completely not engrossed in whatever the topic of conversation is. I'm pretty sure it was Wicked! The last time I tried to join in. And I'm also pretty sure Rachel nearly hit me when I said musicals didn't make sense because in real life no one can just start singing about their life and random strangers will suddenly know all the words.

Instead Santana and I have just been trading glances from across the table at each other while getting more and more drunk on these little pink cocktails she keeps bringing back for us. I've also been eyeballing Sam and Quinn, as I'm pretty sure one of them is going to crack soon and they're going to start getting it on, on the table. Just the way that they keep their hands locked together under the table, or the way they keep whispering in each others ear makes me worry about keeping everything PG-13

I was also slightly worried that Finn may be dead, as the designated driver (As is Quinn) he was simply curled up Very ungracefully asleep in the corner, yet I hadn't seen him move in a while. Worried isn't even the word. Although I'm guessing he must do that a lot because Rachel and Kurt are literally screaming about some celebrities upcoming fashion shoot, or something. To be honest I'm really trying to avoid looking at Rachel, she's wearing some sort of hideous pink and cream…dress? Nightgown? Muumuu? And I may just up and leave if Blaine starts dancing on the table. Again.

I think San had the exact same thought, motioning to me asking if I wanted a drink. I nodded as I looked at the empty glass in my hand. Watching as she stood up from the seat, no one but me noticed as she left, even as she grabbed her purse from beside Quinn. My eyes following her as she squeezed past the few people dancing in the centre of the room. Feeling slightly unsettled as I noticed a girl on the dance floor nudge her friend and point really obviously as Santana as she made her way to the bar.

I was all ready to think nothing of it, until the redheaded girl who had pointed, started making her way over to Santana, who was totally unaware of this as she spoke with the bartender. I really wish I could hear what she was saying as she perched on the seat right beside Santana. Now, hate is a strong word, but I really dislike this girl. The fact that she's dressed like a whore might have something to with it. Even in heels she barely came up to Santana's shoulder. She might be a leprechaun though, but she'll be in for a surprise if she tries to give Santana any of her wishes. Shit did I say that out loud.

I didn't even care if I had. My eyes practically burning holes into the smaller girls back. If I had Santana's power I actually could. Trying to control my anger as she stroked across Santana's back. I could see her trying to squirm away from the girls touch, throwing some insults at her instead. I could tell by the way her brow furrowed. The girl just laughed it off and her hand started drifting lower, as Santana leant forward to get the drinks on the bar.

My hand gripped tighter around the empty glass I saw her block San's way as she turned to bring our drinks back. Immediately I could hear the crackling and I knew what was happening.

"Brittany" Quinn warned being the voice of reason, trying to get me to calm down. It wasn't working. Glancing as quick as I can to my glass, Really crazy ice powers, right now? then back up to Santana.

I could still see the whore/slut/bitch hovering around Santana as the latter tried to dodge past her. The girl stood still, as if in defeat as San brushed past her. Until she stuck out her elbow and sent the drinks flying down Santana's dress. I was on my feet in an instant. The glass shattering completely, probably at the coldness and my grip combined. I practically sprinted over to them both, pushing everyone that was in my way to get past.

I could see Santana standing in shock at what just happened as the girl was being overly dramatic. Falling all over Santana trying to apologise for the complete and utter 'disaster' A growl ripped through my throat as the girl seemed to pull a napkin out of nowhere and started dabbing Santana down, who looked like she was going to burst into tears. That's it this bitch is dead. Nobody touches Jugs' jug's. Pushing her away from Santana as soon as I got there.

"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted, if she was small compared to San, I must be like a giant. Maybe she's related to Rachel. "You can't just spill drinks down people, to like grope them afterwards"

The smaller girl just scoffed, trying to push my aside to speak to Santana again.

"Uhuh No." Pushing her back again "You listen to me and you listen right now. You are not going to be touching Santana again"

"Urgh please" The girl spoke. "Everyone thinks that Sanny is just here to take her pick of the ladies and go home with one of them, so I'm just putting myself forward for the job" she says with a smirk.

I looked over my shoulder at Santana. Yup she was crying. Her bottom lip wavering as she wiped down the sodden mess that was the front of her dress. Before turning to the girl with a look of pure hatred. I turned at did the same.

"Listen…" I hissed.

"Sally"

"-Sally" I jabbed her with my finger, just to get my point across that she should listen. "I don't give a fuck what everyone else thinks because that's not true. Because those-" Gesturing at Santana's chest. "-are mine. And seriously I don't think you could handle all of the hotness that is Santana Lopez" I stated simply, crossing my arms at the stuttering ginger.

"She's with. A-and you"

"Now run along Sally sweetie" I give her a sarcastic smile, turning and taking Santana's hand. I could tell that she wouldn't want to deal with people right now, my eyes darting around before settling on a door. Perfect. Leading her over to the fire exit, making sure I 'accidentally' bumped into Sally as we passed. Pushing the heavy door open and stumbling up the concrete steps. Forgot this place was underground. and into the night air.

"That was hot"

"Okay San"

"No, but Britt. That was hot"

"Okay Babe, are you alright though?"

"Did I tell you how hot that was?"

I rolled my eyes, trying not to smile at Santana's words as we both stumbled into an alley that the stairs had lead us to. Great, it was raining, like we were literally soaked as we hurried to a doorway opposite the 'songbird' Lovely an abandoned building. Before I felt Santana pin me to the cracked wood of the door.

"You stuck up for me" she whispered, looking into my eyes, searching for something. She seemed fearful. As if I was going to run at any second. "No one does that" she sniffled, not crying, but it was still enough to break my heart a little.

"I always will" I whispered back with a slight smile, wiping away the wetness from her face, although I was unsure if it was rain or tears. "Promise"

Her eyes widened at that, returning to normal before I was sure it had even happened. She leant in closer towards me and I knew what was coming. My breath holding in my lungs, as I tried not to even make a sound. The rain clattering down around us, as I closed the distance and pressed our lips together.

It was softer than I had expected, only used to the sheer energy that our kisses had been so far. This time I had the chance to revel in how her lips fit almost perfectly against mine, how smooth and gentle they could be against my own. There was no denying our first kiss had been hot, but this was like fireworks. It was like everything was clearer now. The world had more colour, the birds sang louder, my heart had started beating faster. Ever since I met Santana.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, drawing her towards me slowly. Her arms on my shoulder still lightly holding me to the wall. I felt her tongue drag across my lower lip, softly trying to get me to deepen the kiss. Which of course, I did. Pulling her closer to me, so our bodies were pushed up against one another. We both let out a whimper as our tongues connected. Our heads moving automatically as we gently explored each others mouths. Feeling Santana's hands drag down my arms, until she reached my hands still encircled around her, gently prizing them loose so she could entwine our fingers together.

I had never felt like this before. Feeling damp hair sticking to my cheek. Mine or Santana's I don't know. But this felt like our first real kiss. It made my heart beat quicken and my breath nearly stop and I think that's how Santana is feeling too, I swear I felt her smile into the kiss as I squeezed her hands as tenderly as possible.

I could feel the heat spreading up through my body before I realized it. A small hissing noise blending into the sounds of the rain. I pulled back from Santana breathless, confused at what was happening.

"Oh my god" I gasped out.

Santana blinked her eyes open in confusion. Looking as cute as ever with her face scrunched up.

"Look" I shook our hands, getting her attention. Suddenly her face looked more alert as she looked down.

At a first glance our hands appeared completely normal, until of course you realize they were actually steaming. I had to giggle when San's mouth just dropped open, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek. Before a sound startled us both.

"Guys you up here?" I could hear Quinn shout up from inside the club, as we jumped apart, that along with Puck's echoing laughter.

"We gotta go guys" He wheezed out, still laughing "Berry's just thrown up on Finn"

Well I hoped you liked it.

As you may have noticed, no sexy times. Clearly i'm forgetting my own timeline of my story. And that they've still just met.

So I added loads of kisses (kinda) And that I actually had a whole 'nother plot for this chapter, I hope changing it was a good choice.

Hope you enjoyed.

Seriously kick my ass if you don't like something. (honest it works)

Love you guys. (hope you still love me)

until next time.