Dear X,

As the song was ending my hands found their way to Santana's face and the pressure I felt on my hips let me know hers had found their way to me. I didn't even let her take a breath after finishing the last note before I threw myself into her, our lips crashed together, hair was fucking everywhere, and everything else disappeared.

Obviously everyone else didn't seriously disappear; that's impossible especially since like, the two hottest girls in school were making out in front of them, but it felt like nothing else mattered at all. I can't believe she did that in front of everyone - she sang Melissa Etheridge to me! The last time I brought her up San started talking about being in love and making lady babies, so I'm pretty sure this means she's ready to start having babies.

We're gonna have four.

She can have the first and the third and I'll have the second and last, that way we get a little break in between and it's totally fair. I was thinking we could use a dad with dark skin for my babies, like maybe San's brother, and a dad with pale skin for hers, maybe my cousin Steve; I know he'd be down for it - he once told me he wanted me to have his babies.

When she pulled away she took my hand, dragged me to the bar Puck had created out of boxes in the corner and grabbed a bottle of Jack. I leaned with my back against the boxes and looked at everyone. I'm not sure what I expected but none of them looked particularly shocked, except Lauren, and after a few seconds even she looked like she just didn't give a shit.

Rach and Quinn were smiling smugly at me, which made me blush, while Sam went back to a grinning Mercedes and put his arm around her.

Kurt and Tina were wiping tears from their cheeks while Tina cluthced Mike's hand, who was smirking and nodding appreciatively at Blaine. I chuckled at that; I think they could be good friends.

And that was it.

Mike turned the stereo back on and started busting some moves on the stage and everyone's attention was on him, leaving me to talk to my… girlfriend? (eeeeeeeeeeeeeeep)

Santana had made her way through almost a quarter of the bottle by the time I turned to face her but she managed a nervous smile in my direction. The smile I love. The totally gorgeous smile that means she'll do anything to make me happy. My smile.

I grinned back at her and she started giggling so I giggled too, grabbing the bottle from her and pouring us some shots - four each.

She stopped giggling to cock a suggestive eyebrow at me, accepting the challenge. She knows what that look does - the breath was knocked out of me and I had to swallow hard and lick my lips to keep my concentration. I lifted my first shot, nodding once at her and waited for her to return it before downing the drink, lifting the next and so on, until I'd finished, when I looked back to her.

She was finishing her last one which meant I won - hell yeah!

I don't usually win; she's suuuper good at drinking games, but she'd been drinking a lot before it so I guess that must have slowed her down.

I knew the alcohol had kicked in when I fell forward and had to grab San's shoulders just to stay upright. Obviously that made us giggle too and then I thought my stomach might explode from giggling when she scooped me up and stumbled over to the couch next to the stage, throwing me down onto it backwards and climbing on to straddle me.

I don't know if it was the Jack but I was sooo turned on, I wouldn't surprise me if I was literally drooling. San's cleavage brushed against mine as we giggled and whispered too each other about how hot this was, how nervous she had been, how pretty she sounded, anything. Our whispers were punctuated by quick kisses and when she started sucking on my neck my mind wandered to thoughts of Rach's last party when she was in a similar position with Sam.

Is that weird? It didn't bother me or anything; we both made out with him that night and that trouty mouth of his actually proved to be pretty useful.

I trailed my hands down her sides and let one rest on the small of her back, the other on her hip so I could pull her even closer, even though she was already literally on top of me.

Her breath was hot and heavy in my ear and the music in the background seemed to fade as I closed my eyes and dropped my lips onto her bare shoulder. Moving my lips really slowly I puckered them into a delicate kiss and left it there, hoping that she'd be able to remember exactly how it felt forever.

I opened my eyes, pretty reluctantly, just in time to see Puck dragging his gaze away from us to loudly suggest a follow up game of Spin-the-Bottle, now that Artie wasn't around to "spunk it all up".

San giggled into my neck and I could feel that her eyes were still closed; her eyelashes tickled me when they fluttered open. I pinched her leg to let her know I was still mad (only gently though - I didn't want to hurt her) but I couldn't hide a little smile. I guess San's twisted sense of humour must have rubbed off (lol) on me a bit.

I pushed her off me and stood up to go join the others but she stayed sat down, pouting, so I had to pull her up and wrap my arm around her waist to get her to come play. I could smell the warm alcohol on her breath when she laughed into my chin and it made me kinda hot. I laughed back and sucked on her earlobe a little as we sat down next to each other in the partly formed circle of our friends.

The thing about glee club is that it teaches you to understand songs, so like, everyone knew what was going on with us now and I guess that made it easier, being able to tell them without needing to have an awkward conversation or anything. It's cool - now they know for sure and the best part is they don't seem to care. It's almost as if they knew all along...

The game turned out to be pretty funny; when it was my turn San wouldn't let anyone kiss me (not that I minded; she totally has the most kissable lips) so we had to keep spinning the bottle until it landed on her.

Tina. In your dreams Chow Yun Fat

Rachel. Keep your man-hands away, dwarf

Lauren. *Uncontrollable laughing*

Puck.¡Ni pensarlo!

Eventually we excused ourselves from the circle and went to cuddle up on the sofa again. We said it was because we were tired but really San had been sliding her hand down the back of my pants and had attached her mouth to my neck so I couldn't function properly anymore.

Lord Tubbington, if you're reading this,

1. I told you to STOP reading my diary

2. Obviously that was as far as we went that night, since we're totally both virgins and like, we're super responsible.

3. Can you stop leaving your furry nicotine patches on the bathroom floor please? I know you can reach the bin.

Love From B.

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