So I've had some good response from this story so far, going to just carry on and see where it goes, let me know what you think.

Chapter 2

"Best! Birthday! Ever!" Santana told everyone as they eventually got out of the club they were at. They had left the karaoke bar at around midnight, and had adventured to another dance club to get more drunk, as well as having even more fun.

"Do you all want to come to our place?" Ricardo asked them all; he was in the most sensible state out of them all, even though he was still swaying side to side.

"Surrre" Quinn accepted while hugging into Puck, who was trying to keep her stood up whilst having a pretty hard job of that himself.

"Ok, let's get in this taxi" Ricardo said as he walked to the taxi that was parked up on the side of the road. He opened the door for them as they all fell in the car with Puck in the middle with Quinn and Santana on each side of him, and Ricardo sat upfront in the passenger seat.

It took them about 30 minutes to get home, Santana had passed out with her head slobbered against the window, Puck trying his hardest not to throw up, and Quinn staring out the window astonished by all the bright lights they passed by.

Ricardo got out and caught Santana who suddenly woke up when she fell out the taxi when her door was open, Puck followed her out as a very hyper Quinn tried to hang onto Puck's back as he got out, telling him her legs weren't working anymore because she needed to pee.

Puck gave in and carried Quinn up the stairs as the lift had broken carrying Quinn in a piggy back. Ricardo was giving Santana an arm to hold onto as they stumbled up the 5 flights of stairs to the top of their small building. They reached their apartment where Santana slumped down the wall and lied on the floor hugging the plant pot next to her door, while Ricardo and Puck tried to open the apartment door.

Eventually they had gotten inside their two story high end apartment. The door lead into their living room which was quite large and open, it had a large black leather corner sofa and a comfy black armchair. There was a white coffee table in front of the flat screen TV hanging on the wall above it. To the left hand corner of the room Santana had a mini bar set up with bar stools. Next to the bar was the kitchen that was half open and half closed. The apartment had a small storage room, the main bathroom, and a small study downstairs, then up a small flight of stairs was the open landing which lead to Santana and Ricardo's separate rooms, Santana's had a walk in wardrobe as well.

They all fell straight into Santana's apartment Ricardo slumped into the arm chair as Santana took the corner seat part of the sofa, while Quinn and Puck sat near to each other on the longer part of the sofa. Santana managed to make everyone drinks and put a pizza in the oven, well Ricardo managed to, and Santana actually just put some nibbles in a bowl and opened some dips.

They walked back in and placed the food and drink on the coffee table, Quinn quickly started to grab a hand full of food and shove it into her mouth. Puck just watched and laughed as he put his crisps in some dip, but totally missed his mouth and had salsa dip all over his cheek.

"So, what game are we going to play?" Puck asked them as he cleaned up his face.

"What?" Santana asked looking at him, taking a sip of her beer.

"I dunno, never have I ever, truth or dare, poker, stripping thrown in there somewhere?"

"God, why do you have to be so fuckin' dirty all the time, Puck?" Quinn then moaned.

"Always worth asking" he said smugly while winking at nobody in particular.

"Okay, never have I ever been with a guy?" Ricardo said while not drinking his drink.

Santana and Quinn both immediately drank a sip of their drinks while they suspiciously looked at Puck, who then after being stared at took a nervous sip.

"WHAT! No way?" Santana screamed. She then doubled over on the sofa laughing her head off, as Quinn did the same. "Didn't know we played on the same team Puck?"

"Well technic- tech- urgh. If he was a man eater, he'd be on the opposite team, cus he like guys and you like girls. See completely different." Quinn rambled on.

"Erm thanks Quinn, but nope. I'm straight up straight."

"What straight up for guys?" Ricardo asked giggling as he was still tipsy.

"Shut up bro, you're going out with a lesbian, what does that say?" Puck snapped back getting slightly annoyed at everyone.

"Woah man, no need for that" Ricardo said biting his tongue knowing Puck was just drunk and didn't mean it.

"Kay, all everyone, calm down." Santana said throwing her hands up and down being over the top. "Never have I ever been in a fight." Santana said.

Everybody drank then Quinn looked over at Santana, "You have to say something you never ever done San, duh"

"Oh yeah" Santana laughed realising her mistake "well let's not play by the proper rules then. Make our own."

"Okay then. Never have I ever had a threesome?" Quinn said not taking a drink.

Santana and Puck both drank a bit of their drink, Ricardo looking over at Santana questioningly, Santana just shrugged at him.

"Never have I ever smoked weed" Puck said nobody drank apart from Santana who now had everyone's eyes staring intently at her.

"What?" she asked innocently, then realising they weren't going to stop staring at her unless she told them. "Okay, just a few times, with a few of my friends."

"You want to become a lawyer Santana. Key word being law there." Quinn pointed out.

"Yep, and that's a plus if I ever get in trouble I can represent myself. And being a lawyer is just so I can make money and live. Most importantly not upsetting my mother any more than I have."

"Fuckin Santana the Stoner huh?" Puck thought aloud "Santana the lesbian stoner. Mixed with a threesome. WOW!" Puck asked lost in his disgusting boyish ways.

"Okay, Okay. Can we just leave this please?"

Ricardo then stood up and put his half full drink down on the table "I'm going to bed." Was all he said, staring disappointedly at Santana.

"Aww come on bro, I was joking earlier." Puck said to try and get him to stay.

Ricardo just ignored him and walked out the room and up to his bedroom.

"If he's going I might call it a night as well guys" Quinn said yawning.

"Alright Q, see ya in the morning."

"Hey want a smoke, Santana?" Puck asked pulling the packet from out his jeans.

"Sure"

He pulled one out the packet and handed it to Santana and then passed her the lighter after lighting his.

Santana took a long drag of smoke, feeling somewhat relieved, but then upset because she knew Ricardo was so disappointed in her. But she just carried on smoking cigarettes with Puck for a bit, but she decided to drink water instead of alcohol.

About 30 minutes later her and Puck called it a night as well, with Puck passed out on the sofa and Santana going into her room that she was sharing with Quinn.

Santana had been trying to get to sleep for about an hour know, but she was just too restless, she had begun to sober up a little bit and decided to get up and clean up the mess in the living room. She made sure to be careful not to wake Puck up whilst doing it, she was cleaning for about 2 or 3 hours, the whole apartment looked spotless and Santana was unsure as what to do next, she knew she wouldn't get back to sleep as it was around 5:30 am so she made herself a coffee and picked up Pucks cigarettes and went outside onto the balcony that was attached to the living room.

She sat out there looking at all the traffic drive by and busy people walking the streets at this time, some drunk, some shouting, and some irritated people trying to get to work or something. She didn't understand how anybody could be sober, awake and out and about, being busy at this time in the morning.

About half an hour later Santana heard a quiet tapping on the glass doors from the inside, and saw Ricardo standing on the other side. She signalled for him to come outside and he did so, trying to be as quiet as possible though.

"Why are you up so early?" Santana asked him as he sat down on the chair opposite the small sofa she was sat on.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing?"

"I couldn't get to sleep at all last night." She admitted

"Is that why it looks immaculate inside?"

"Yeah" She lightly laughed. "I'm sorry." She then told him.

"What. Why?" He asked her.

"Cus, I dunno, in case I upset you with what I said last night."

"You didn't upset me, I was just shocked you know. But I was also drunk."

"Yeah well, I'm still sorry, I hid things from you."

"Honestly Santana, one, I went to high school with you, I know about all the fights you were in." Santana laughed at that "Two, I definitely don't need you to tell me about any sexual experiences of yours, especially not threesomes. And three, what you do in your spare time is your own business okay?" He said not trying to get too into that certain topic.

"Really, you're not fussed about it?"

"Well, I'd be lying if I said I was completely fine, but just let me know if you're doing it in the house or whatever."

"Okay that's cool." Santana smiled "but what are you really pissed about then if that wasn't it?"

"What did you mean by that comment you made last night, about not really wanting to be a lawyer?" He asked her

"Erm, can I tell you something?" Santana nervously asked him.

"Yeah sure" He told her unsure of what she was going to tell him.

"Just hear me out first okay. Being a lawyer to me is just kinda like a backup plan in a way" She saw his face change to shock so she quickly carried on and explained herself. "When I was up on the stage last night I felt a rush, it made me realise that I really want to perform, sing, act, whatever. Mainly singing really." She admitted to him

"What and this just happened last night?"

"No, I loved singing since I was younger, hearing all the amazing artists on the radio, or watching them perform on TV, and it looked so exciting. Then seeing how genuinely happy everybody was being able to perform in Glee club back at McKinley, it made me kinda jealous."

"But you hated Glee club, you only wanted to be a Cheerio, and to have popularity?"

"I know but I was scared in a way, I was always popular, I couldn't handle people walking all over me. Everybody knew being in Glee club was social suicide." She told him regretting why she hadn't just had the guts to do what she wanted. "I need to start doing things for me. Stop thinking about other people, what they think, or want me to do."

"Yes you do. You have your law degree now, so you will have something to fall back on as well, I mean you sure can argue well."

"It's not arguing, its persuasion and getting the judge to agree with me, cus I'm always right" Santana laughed as she winked to him.

"As always." He smiled while laughing again. "You should totally try and make it as a singer; I have all the faith in you."

"Well I was thinking maybe I could do a couple of covers, ring up Mercedes cus I'm sure she got a small contract and she tweeted about buying her debut single a few months back." She told him "If she could pass a few covers over to her people it could get me started, or if not, I'm going to start a YouTube channel."

"Good idea. It's good to see you becoming yourself, not hiding anything."

"Yeh I know, it feels so good and refreshing." She then took a deep breath "Were breaking up." She said quickly looking straight at the ground.

"What?" Ricardo said laughing nervously.

"Well, it's not fair on you and you can't have a proper relationship and I need to grow a pair and stop being scared and everything." Santana rambled out.

Ricardo got up and sat next to Santana who was getting a bit upset about this and he pulled her into a side hug "Santana, don't beat yourself up about this, if you think you're ready to do this, then do it. I have all my faith in you, and you know I got your back girl."

"Okay, th-thanks." Santana sniffled up pulling Ricardo into a proper hug. "I want to tell my dad as well. He and my mom are coming over this weekend."

"Let's do it, I won't leave your side, you got all my support."

A/N: So I've had half of this chapter written for a while and I finally finished it tonight, hope you enjoyed it. Please review to let me know what you think or what you want to happen, it means a lot and inspires me to want to write more