Hey guys sorry for teh wait on this chapter, my only excuse is the time i have spent on uni and shit. Anyways here it is, chapter 5! You'll find some dirty dancing like i promised ;)

"Hey guys, so..."

I looked at Kurt with a raised eyebrow as I ran a hand down my dress to lessen the wrinkles in it. San had her arm securely around my waist, her fingertips trailing on the fabric of the dress absentmindedly. The need to always be connected one way or another I once might have deemed dysfunctional or even pathetic but with San it never felt like either of those things. It only felt natural and reassuring. Even in the confines of our apartments I felt as if I somehow still needed to touch her just to remind myself that this was real, she wasn't walking away from me like so many others had. I could tell she knew the reason behind my sudden increase of my otherwise not so touchy nature. In fact she had found it nothing but reasonable and had started to reciprocate the gesture until it now was a fundamental element of the union we had become. Where it first had been about our respective insecurities it now was more of a 'thing' we found ourselves happily indulging in.

"We cancelled the whole truth drink game thing and Mike and Brittany have taken it upon themselves to make this more of a party by turning up the volume of the 'beat' as they so eloquently put it. If I recall correctly the words were somewhere along the lines of 'you can't host a party without decent music to dance to'. Of course they immediately rebuked Mercedes' attempt to play any of the Diva music we know is superior to noise made by computers but I guess the majority of the Glee club still hasn't learned of the magic that Céline Dion.."

Santana held up a hand to stop his ramble that clearly indicated he hadn't been shy to try some tequila as well. I laughed at his flushed face, red cheeks due to the passion he had been building up in his speech. He seemed to deflate at once at the sound of my laughter and Santana's smirk as he grinned himself.

"You guys better have some booze left Porcelain or I will personally kick your ass."

He looked positively mortified of having to deal with the angry Latina's wrath as he squeaked in a high pitched voice.

"Why me?"

"Cuz you're hosting this party Precious. So i get to blame you."

His big puppy eyes wide with fear fit nicely with the wounded hand he held to his heart as San rolled her eyes at this dramatic reaction.

"Exactly! I'm precious! I am way to fabulous to endure such a torment Satan! Besides, do you know how much time it takes to keep this beautiful skin so perfectly unmarred? I don't think you do!"

Santana pushed passed him with a slight grumble and tugged me happily along as her arm slipped from my waist and her hand grabbed mine. I giggled uncharacteristically and Kurt's face turned into a happy smile as he chuckled at the Latina's impatience to deal with drunken people unless she was drunk as well. I turned towards her and watched her ass appreciatively as she strutted in front of me. She turned her head to peer at me over her shoulder and I caught the smirk as she caught me checking her out. She did have a fine ass after all.

"See something you like Q?"

I licked my lips hungrily as I nodded unabashedly and leveled her with a seductive stare.

"And I already can think of all the things I want to do with it too."

I watched as her eyes darkened and her lips parted as desire took over her smart brain. I saw her tongue flick quickly across her top lip and found myself almost incapable of moving. I wanted to feel those lips against mine again. The incident in the bathroom had done nothing to quell the heat between my thighs and the tingling in my lower abdomen. I knew I needed to have her before the night was over. San was right, she could take me in front of our friends right now and I wouldn't care as long as I could feel those feminine fingers work their magic on my body and make me realize the moans from my already husky vocal chords. I was pulled out of my thoughts as Kurt breezed past us shouting something about Whitney Houston and the elegance of dancing effectively reminding us of the party going on around the corner.

As we entered the living room I pulled her into the mass of people dancing and grinding shamelessly as cups of an unidentified concoction were passed around. I looked to my right to see Puck had made himself right at home by mixing one of his more famous alcoholic beverages he called the Blue Thunder. Since it was blue of color and promised a heavy thunder in the morning. I smiled blissfully as I took a cup from Artie and turned towards my girlfriend again sipping slowly from the cup.

"See something you like?"

I mirrored her words from earlier and smirked at the lump I saw her swallow as I began moving my body slowly to the beat pounding from the surround system I was sure Sam had set up with Mike as the first one handled the laptop connected to the boxes. He was bobbing his head to the music, completely entranced with watching Mercedes dance like a true diva on the floor with Brittany and Mike surrounding her with their own impeccable dance moves. I watched Britt's sensual lines and precise locking of long, toned body parts. Our girl certainly had a killer body and a wicked dance infatuation. She was beautiful and I found myself aching to have her beside us again like we always danced at the parties together. Just the three of us we were always found at a party together, most often dancing or standing by the side watching the peasants of McKinley. But I shook off the nostalgia and let my eyes scan the room for a brief moment. I noticed no one was really paying attention to others, all drowning in the moment as alcohol clouded over their brains and the music vibrated through tired and wired up bodies. Life had been busy and hard on all of us and this was the perfect moment to let go of everything and just lose ourselves in this atmosphere. I threw the empty cup away and took another from a slightly intoxicated Finn as I gulped down half of it before offering the rest to her and holding the cup as she drank from it, watching her with a lustful expression as a couple of drops of fluid trickled down her chin. Once that cup was empty as well I caught a droplet with my thumb and licked it from my finger as her eyes became hooded with unaltered lust.

I slowly began dropping my body lower in sensual eight shaped dance moves and kept my gaze firmly locked on the burning stare in front of me. When San finally snapped out of her horny stare she smirked as she pulled me closer, front to front. I gasped as I felt her breasts pushed against mine as she ran her hand over my body before shimmying us lower like I had done on my own before and when we came back up she pulled me even closer by grabbing onto my ass and squeezing once for god measure. I arched into her as my head dropped onto her shoulder before I breathed heavily in her ear causing her to shiver. I untangled my hand as I ran it through her luscious locks before sliding it down to her lower back and rubbing the sensitive body part through her own dress, knowing fully well that it was fuel to the flame as I slipped a thigh in between her legs. I grabbed onto both her hips as I ground her down on my leg hard. She arched into me like I had before and clung to my back as her one hand scratched my neck and the other squeezed my ass in appreciation. Before I let her pick up a rhythm and dry humping me on the dance floor I pulled away and turned her around so her perfect pert ass was placed against my crotch and my breasts were pushing into her back. Normally she would dominate and take the lead during most of our sexually tinted exploits but I remembered how she once told me when she saw me acting all angry and possessive she got so turned on she almost came just by watching me boss someone around like the HBIC I had been at McKinley for years. So I decided that tonight was an s good as any to see how she would feel about me taking charge for once. I pulled her flush against my body and let my right hand travel down her body between the valley of her breasts rubbing the skin under the dress before moving it back up and squeezing the soft flesh of her clothed breast and flicking her already hard nipple through the fabric before settling it on her hip in a possessive gesture as the other one stroked from her collarbone to her neck as I cupped her jaw firmly from behind, pulling her head back so I could put my face forward next to her and breathe dirty words into her ear as I felt the shivers wrack her body and my own arousal double at the unexpected brashness I was exuding, already feeling the effects of Puckerman's drink in my system as I started to shake myself from all previous moral restrictions and just let loose.

"I bet you like this huh? Being held so forcefully?"

I chuckled at the whimper it tore form her mouth.

"All that sass you spew; it's all just a front isn't it?"

I tightened my grip in her hip before rubbing the flesh harshly.

"Secretly you just want to be topped; you want someone to stand up to you and fight back just as hard."

Another whimper came from her delicious lips as I brushed my lips against the shell of her ear.

"You want to be pushed against the wall and have your lips bruised with the force of my kiss don't you? Have our teeth clashing as I bite down hard on your lip before sucking it hard in my mouth?"

She gasped in surprise at my HBIC tone although instead of being cold and distant it was low and dripping with arousal.

"You want me to bend you over and fuck you from behind against the wall like such a bad girl begging for my fingers to be shoved into your tight hole."

I cupped her heat through the dress momentarily to find the moist cloth under my fingertips, assuring me that she was as turned on by the switch in power as I was.

"You're so wet for me. I bet you would just let me fuck you like this in front of our friends, am I right?"

I bit on her earlobe as I relented the grip on her jaw to grab her hips with both hands as I forced her to ground harder to the beat and create the delicious friction that was her firm ass rubbing against my heated center. Her moan sent a shock of arousal straight to my core as I panted hard in her ear.

"I think I can make you come without even touching you. I can make you squirt you delicious juices all over Kurt and Rachel's precious hard wooden floor. What would they say when they found the white stain huh baby? Would they know it was yours?"

I ran my hands all over the front of her body as her own hands went to my hair and pulled hard as we sensually moved to a new beat that took over from the previous one.

"God I wanna fuck you so hard San! I want to spank that delicious ass of yours as you scream my name. I own you right now San, I own your body and I own your orgasm. And trust me you'll come so hard you won't be able to stand. I'll have to carry you from the floor in front of the rest as they see how i fucked you into oblivion San. They can all know how i made you come so hard you couldn't even walk anymore."

My tone was strict and harsh as I breathed the words before turning her around sharply again. The sudden change of position had her face all contorted into such an innocent confused expression before I curled m fingers around her neck pulling our faces together, foreheads touching as my breath ghosted over her lips.

"Tell me San. Tell me you're mine."

She looked at me with a submissive stare and whispered the words but that wasn't enough satisfaction. I wanted her to give up control and surrender to me. I wanted her to trust that I would bring her to the highest places she'd ever seen.

"Tell. Me."

She whimpered and voiced her earlier words clear enough for me to hear but quiet enough to be lost in the music that vibrated through the room.

"I'm yours Q."

I growled possessively and tightened my hold. Her eyes widened at the effect my dominance had on her and she surrendered more willingly this time, giving in to a side of her she didn't know she had.

"Damn right you are."

I pulled our lips into a bruising kiss, forgoing all use of oxygen as I cupped her mound hard again this time over the fabric of her panties under the dress. I pushed the cloth to the side and took a quick swipe along her dripping folds before pulling out just as abruptly. I swallowed her moan and pulled back from the kiss to lick my fingers, smacking my lips appreciatively. Her eyes darted to my lips and she grabbed onto the offensive hand, guiding it back down to her aching heat.

"All yours baby."

I was about to dip my fingers into her sweet wetness again when a hard pounding on the door and loud shouts were heard. As the lights flickered back on and the music came to an abruptive halt people looked through squinted eyes as they tried to understand what was suddenly happening. When Puck came around the corner with a sheepish smile followed by two police officers the room suddenly became quiet and serious.

"We were called by people in this building about a noise complaint. We would like to ask you to lower the volume of your music or even turn it off. If not the callers will press charges."

Everyone grumbled and grunted unhappily saying things along the lines of 'party poopers' and 'stick up their asses' and 'old people" before the suddenly Rachel stood on top of the coffee table and screamed "Fuck the police!" at the top of her lungs which was followed by an outburst of chaos by the Glee club as the music was turned back on, the lights turned off and the officers stood there with their mouths agape at out audacity. Puck smirked at San and I, it seemed out of all of us we were thee only three sober enough to realize the implications this could have but we were powerless to stop our friends. The officers looked at him and he shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'well what can you do'. San looked at me completely bewildered and slightly annoyed at being interrupted again when one of the officers pulled out his cell phones and called for backup as the other began pulling people away from each other as he screamed their right above the music. Sam paid his angry shouting no mind and turned up the volume eve more as he began stripping, his earlier job not unforgotten as he stood there wasted opening the buttons of his checkered shirt to a strip tease song. Every girl turned around to watch him and cheered as the boys began to strip as well. Puck looked mildly impressed and the cop surrounded by the screaming girls looked positively horrified as Sam flung his shirt towards the man's face and began unbuckling his belt.

I looked towards the officer who was still on the phone as he muttered something towards the person on the other end of the line. San just looked at me and winked.

"Damn, for a white boy he's got nerve."