- Santana's POV –

It's less than two weeks before our wedding.

We're just finishing up a few wedding details, like plans for our two-week honeymoon trip, rehearsal dinner, and a few more mumbo-jumbo terms that only Brittany and the wedding planner seem to understand in a Starbucks lingo kind of way. I honestly don't get some of them but I just do what I'm told to appease the future missus. Hey, as long as everything's going according to her plans and she's happy, I'm all for it.

At work, Brittany and I are trying to close the last of our cases and tend to some that needs handling before we disappear for two weeks. All of which brings me to the present case at hand, meeting Cooter Menkins' lawyer later to go over the details of the merger. Thankfully, I haven't seen Sebastian much in the firm. Though Quinn told me the other day that she met him and even that wasn't a good encounter since she asked us whether a gun or knife would be the better choice for murder.

I've just entered Brittany's office after doing my turn for our usual coffee run when I see my fiancée standing by the window and talking to someone on the phone.

"What? No, we can't do that. I'll be gone for a few weeks. I can't-" Brittany sighs exasperatedly. "We're not backing down or settling for anything less. I'll see you at the pre-trial." She adds with a stern tone prior to hanging up and shaking her head dismissively.

"Hey, baby." I speak softly, handing her coffee. "What's wrong?"

"It's my pro bono case. I guess I got a little busy with the wedding planning that I kind of lost track of a few details so now I'll have to appear in court for the pre-trial next month because they want to settle for less than proper and won't hand over their files either. I need those files so I could go over everything that has any relation to the Ryder's case." Brittany rambles on with a hard tone. I bite my lip and gently stroke her back.

"I'm sorry, Britt. Is there anything I can do? Do you need a hand on anything at all?"

"It's okay, San. All my work stuff and meetings are already scheduled to continue after our honeymoon and I've already dealt with everything that needed to be dealt. So, thank you but I'm good."

I nod, leaning forward a little. "So, no more work for you until after our honeymoon?"

"Yeah. No more work. Otherwise, I'd…" She pauses dramatically and thinks for a moment. "Hurl them into the flames of Hell!"

"Really? The first thing that came to your mind was 'hurl them into the flames of Hell'?"

"Hey, I've been hard at work along with all the wedding planning. Do you know how muddling that is and what all that stuff could do to me?"

"Hurl you into the flames of Hell, I suppose." I tease, earning a slap on the arm.

"Alright, kids!" Quinn exclaims from the doorway as she enters Brittany's office. "I've just gotten off the phone with the people who are setting up both of your bachelorette parties this Friday. I know you guys wanted to cut the-different-floors thing so instead, we're having both of yours in adjoining hotel suites so people could come and go. But of course, different parties still. God, you both are so clingy." She trails off, grabbing the coffee intended for her from my coffee run. "Britt, Rachel and the others are in charge of yours. Kurt and I are handling Santana's. We're handling it so no complaining."

"Ooh, thanks! I know you refuse to tell us anything about it but can I get a hint about mine?" Brittany excitedly exclaims.

"Sure. Rachel said that your bachelorette party will be one of the raunchiest parties she'll ever attend. She said something about having 5 assorted strippers, male and female to cater to everyone. But come on. I mean, honey…" Quinn trails off with a devilish grin, nodding knowingly at a surprised but even more thrilled Brittany.

My eyes widen and eyebrows raise in surprise. "Excuse me?! We're getting married, Fabby. Not starting a fucking brothel!"

"Oh, don't worry! We'll top theirs and have 8 strippers at yours to accommodate everyone's type and all. I got you, baby." Quinn winks at me.

"No! I don't want strippers on my bachelorette party! I just want a normal get together, free-flowing drinks, and great music." I declare, flashing Brittany a questioning glance to back me up on the matter. "We don't need strippers, right?"

"Good for you, babe." Brittany teases, placing a quick kiss on my cheek while she's at it.

"Aren't you all paid to do your job instead of gossiping all afternoon?" A deep voice echoes from the doorway. The three of us look up to see the good-and-all-that-is-holy Sebastian Smythe leaning by Brittany's doorway with a smug grin that I so want to take off from his goddamn face.

Quinn and I share an irritated look while Brittany smiles softly, stepping up as she motions for him to come inside her office.

"Hi. I don't think we've met before nor have I welcomed you into the firm. Brittany Pierce." She proclaims with a big smile, holding out a hand which Sebastian shakes.

"Sebastian Smythe." He trails off. "Now I see what everyone has been going on about. You're taller than what they let on, do they? Prettier, even. Ah, I finally understand why she's crazy about you."

"I-I'm sorry?" Brittany replies in complete confusion, something Quinn and I, along with a little irritation, mirror.

"Oh. I was talking about Laura. Laura Castle." He adds, grinning. "Of course, she went by her middle name back in-"

Warning bells go ringing in my head upon hearing that haunted name with Quinn and Brittany sharing my surprise. "Wait, what? How do you even know Castle? And isn't she dead or something?" I speak up, forehead creasing.

"We belonged in the same class and block in Yale before she transferred to Harvard. And she's not dead, last I've heard of her she's working for a firm somewhere in Europe." Sebastian utters. "We caught up two years ago when she was the opposing counsel on a previous case and she casually mentioned Pierce here when I asked about Harvard."

"She just 'casually mentioned' Brittany? What is this a long play to steal my fiancée again? You know, if you're a spy or anything, just spill out because we'll find out sooner or later."

"I'm not a spy or whatever it is you're implying, Lopez. I barely know Castle and for the record, most of us in my class back in Yale veer away from involving ourselves with anyone who was remotely scandalized by the issue she was suspected of. Don't worry, Castle mentioned you and Barbie Girl here although I don't think you'd want to hear what she had to say about you both."

"Oh, you wouldn't want to hear what we have to say about you, Twinkiedoodle." Quinn chimes in angrily.

"I don't really care. Can't you people just accept that I'm here because I'm a good lawyer and I hate nepotism just like you, Penelope Cruz?" Sebastian smirks, flashing me a knowing look.

I fake a grin and tilt my head slightly. "Birds of the same feather are of the same species, Fievel. Who else did you have in that evil class of yours? Satan himself? Hans Gruber? Cersei Lannister?"

"You're funny, Lopez. At least you have that going on." Sebastian laughs heartily, turning on his heels as he starts to exit the office. "I'll see you at the conference room in a few minutes. Goodbye, Lady Lickers." He adds dismissively, walking away without a care in the world.

"Can I sit in your meeting just so I could punch his face repeatedly in private?" Quinn scoffs as soon as Sebastian disappears from our sight.

"Gosh, how much evil could there be in one class before you can call it Hell?" Brittany chuckles, shaking her head in disbelief.

I follow Sebastian to the conference room a little while later to see him chatting away and seated across a man presumably in his late 20's, dressed in a suit, sporting almost the same hairstyle and demeanor as him. They stand up as soon as I enter through the glass door.

"Ah, finally! This is my co-counsel in the case, Santana Lopez." Sebastian trails off with a smile, motioning towards me while the other man extends his hand which I shake.

"Pleasure to finally meet you. I'm Hunter Clarington." He smirks widely. "Sebastian here has told me all about you. Of course I know who you are prior to this with your reputation and all but he made quite the impression. Not the good kind, I might add."

I raise an eyebrow and nod skeptically as we all take our seats. "Wonderful. Sebastian here never told me that he was in a boy band with you. What was the name again? Gay Gay Dolls? Spice Gays?"

Sebastian and Hunter's smiles instantly disappear at the same time. "Huh. You're funny. I'm not even remotely bi-curious." The latter adds, with a stern tone.

"You're funny. I didn't ask and I'm not even remotely interested about you." I snap back.

Sebastian clears his throat and flashes me a warning glance that I couldn't care less about. "Hunter is my fraternity brother back in Yale, same class too."

"Yeah. This is the first time we've seen each other again since graduation, didn't we? We ran our class back then, man. Good times." Hunter chuckles.

Sebastian's about to answer when I cut in with a deep sigh. "I'm going to cut this Backstreet Gays reunion right now before anymore of your class comes over to the firm to form a new group called Pick The Dicks or God forbid, suck us into the depths of wherever it is that you both seem to have come from. We're here to discuss the merger, am I right?" I utter nonchalantly, grinning triumphantly.

Hunter grits his teeth and nods. He takes out two file binders from his side and slides them over to us. "Those are both copies of the Preliminary Proposal. Sebastian has seen it already and both of our clients agreed on that so it just needs your approval, Lopez."

I breathe deeply to rein my inner bitch, focusing my attention on Sebastian. "You've seen it and you didn't tell me again?!" I whisper angrily. He only shrugs and goes back to skimming the case file with a little smirk on his face.

I hesitantly turn my attention back on Hunter. "Well, I haven't talked to Shannon so all you've been saying so far is irrelevant to me." I flip through the document and notice a few peculiarities. "Why would Shannon agree to this? She has more property and potential based on the several sectors of her company spanning all over the globe. Cooter doesn't have anything but a single unit office in Boston."

"Yes but we can all agree that my client's company's potential for growth, monetary and industrially speaking, is off the charts. He's known as one of the best sports recruiter in the world. He can probably lock in a client faster than we can finish this meeting."

"Sure. But Menkins is known as a sports recruiter, not a businessman. You can't monetarily define the worth of that. He may be able to close clients quickly but that could only mean that there's a bigger chance for him to crash and burn just as fast, possibly bringing down Shannon along if the merger were to happen."

"I don't think you understand what's going on here, Lopez." Hunter quips. "The reason my client built his company is because he's passionate about the industry and wants to help athletes on a more global scale. What better way to do that than merge with one of the most powerful icons in sports today?"

"Exactly." Sebastian chimes in. "And Miss Beiste sees through that, like she told us. She has full confidence that merging her company with Menkins is a good business move."

I sigh deeply and stare at them inquisitively. "Look, I know that you both want this merger to push through already but as Shannon's lawyer, I can't agree on this yet. I find it hard to believe that my client just supposedly agreed to merge with what seems to be the snap of a finger. I need to explore the potential of Menkins' company first if Shannon wouldn't be able to go through this merger and to ensure fair play with everything that's written on this document."

Hunter chuckles bitterly, relaxing against his seat. "I'm sure that's how you handle things but I'm afraid it's two against one here. Right, Sebastian?"

"Yes, but the one is me. So, the answer is no." I cut them off dismissively, closing the folder in my hand.

"Well, we're just wasting our time here then." Hunter rolls his eyes. "Since you're not keen on cooperating at all, I won't hand our books for you to inspect until there's a signed agreement."

My forehead creases at his statement. "If this is your attempt at reverse psychology, then you're clearly missing the target. Due diligence is a requirement and you'll have to hand that one way or another."

"My client didn't hire me to pamper your needs and demands either." Hunter opposes.

"Can you hold on for one second?" Sebastian tells Hunter with a fake smile. I throw him a questioning glance just as he leans forward to whisper to me. "We need this deal, Lopez. Shannon wanted this and you agreed to her demands, remember?"

"Yes. But I didn't know that they wanted to rush this merger and the contents of this document are sketchy at best."

"We have an obligation to our client, Santana. You can't kill this deal just because you don't like it. You can't force yourself on this case just because you think she deserves better either. This is what she wants and it's our job to give it to her, we both know it." Sebastian growls. I hold off his stare for a moment before rolling my eyes and facing Hunter again. Sebastian's right but then again there's this gut feeling in me that something's wrong.

"Fine. Give me a month to go over this and I'll get back to you with my thoughts and possible approval of the merger. For the meantime, I'll need all of Menkins' company's books." I declare with a bored tone.

"Well, aren't you in a hurry?" Hunter rhetorically utters. "Actually, no. I'll need your books first before I even give you ours. I told you, no books, no deal."

I chuckle sarcastically, all of us standing up in a bid to end the meeting. "We have nothing to hide, Clarington. You can have all of them on your way out."

"Alright then. Expect ours to be delivered as soon as we're done inspecting yours." Hunter retorts with a devilish grin.

- Brittany's POV -

It's Friday and also the night of our bachelorette parties.

It's only less than 10 days to go before Santana and I finally get married! Oh my gosh, I'm feeling so excited, nervous, anxious, every and all emotions that could probably contradict in my body. It's unbelievable! This time next week will be our rehearsal dinner and it is literally crazy right now with the last minute preparations and crises popping around almost every day leading to the wedding. Thankfully, Santana keeps me in check and her calming ways definitely work on me. Wink, wink.

Now, I don't know what kind of party Rachel and the others cooked up for me but our other friends said something about a three-way stripper pole, a round table for chains, and the Fifty Shades of Grey stuff I'm not even sure how they got a hold of. I don't even know who they invited! It's supposed to be the raunchiest party of the year, according to them.

"Look, guys, can you at least promise me that there will be no extreme stuff that will happen? I won't die, right? Please promise me that." I utter with an unsure tone as Rachel, Tina, and Mercedes lead me blindfolded towards the hotel suite where my bachelorette party is situated.

"We can't, Britt." Tina's familiar voice teases, earning a chuckle from the other two.

I sigh deeply and stay silent for the remainder of the short trip. It's only when they stop me from walking and I hear blaring music from somewhere close that someone speaks again.

"Alright. We're here now. We're so going to have fun!" Rachel exclaims giddily.

Within a moment, the blindfold is taken off me at the same time that the door opens to unveil a big suite redesigned like a dungeon with all kinds of things and decorations that only existed in my imagination whenever I think of dirty thoughts and Santana in bed. We fully enter the room where I see a few familiar faces like former classmates in Harvard, a few chosen people at work, Mike, Brianna, and of course, Grams cheering at the top of their lungs upon seeing us join them.

The suite in itself is illuminated with dark red lights. From my vision on my right, I see three stripper poles in a platform of some kind with two good-looking men and a woman dancing like their life depended on it. Aside from that, there's an abundance of catered food plus drinks at a makeshift bar with bartenders handing out countless drinks. On the other side, I see a wall with chains and handcuffs on it as well as assorted role play items and decorations sorted all over the suite. They weren't exaggerating about it being raunchy.

"Britty, this is fantastic!" Grams exclaims as she literally passes me on her way to the male strippers.

"W-What is happening here?" I say, chuckling.

"It's your bachelorette party, Britt! Let's go dance!" Mercedes cries out while Tina hands me an unknown concoction as they drag me to the dance floor.

- Santana's POV -

"See, this is more fun than those stripper-laden bachelorette parties, Q. Just drinks, wonderful music, and great company." I exclaim happily as I take a drag of the Cuban in my mouth.

"Why, yes. If I went here without having any idea why I'm here, I'll probably mistake this as a baby shower." Quinn replies, motioning around the suite.

It's not that bad, really. The room isn't heavily decorated so it pretty much looks like a normal hotel suite. There are no strippers, due to my relentless demand of not having one. There's catering on the side, bartenders handing out numerous drinks from the bar and waiters rounding the place with trays of hor d'oeuvres. I think everyone's having a grand time talking, laughing, and sharing stories. Totally didn't need the strippers at all.

"Come on, Lucy. Everyone's laughing and sharing stories. You should join them."

"Satan, this is your bachelorette party!" She utters exasperatedly. "Knowing how you were back in college, I never made you out to be the girl who would have this tame of a bachelorette party. I expected this from Brittany but not you!"

"I'm glad I don't conform to your judgmental expectations then." I sarcastically chuckle. "But really, calm yourself down. I'm okay with the usual bachelorette party shenanigans but I just don't want Britt worrying over strippers or anything like that. She may look cool with it but believe me when I say she's the jealous type. We could get another slice of cake though, if you want." I offer with a grin.

"Who are you?!" Quinn cries out in disbelief, making me laugh loudly. "I bet you a hundred bucks that they've turned the adjoining suite into a House of Kinkiness kind of paradise."

"Nah, that's impossible. Britt wouldn't allow that."

"They have five strippers, Santana. I'm pretty sure they've got some terribly not-safe-for-work stuff going on the other room."

"Sure. Go find out." I shrug, taking a sip of my scotch. Without any hesitation, Quinn bolts out of her spot in front of me and heads for the door adjoining our suite with Brittany's. She only opens it for a bit but the equally loud EDM sound from the other room overpowers the light jazz playing in ours in the split second that Quinn hastily shuts the door behind her.

I take the moment to roam around and check in with everybody. So far, everything's great. That is until Quinn comes back from Brittany's bachelorette party looking like she just went through hell and back with her hair in a mess, handcuffs dangling from her neck, alcohol spilled on her right arm, and a complete 180 from what she looked like not more than ten minutes ago.

"What the hell happened to you?! Holy-" Kurt trails off in shock.

"Oh my God, you guys. You've got to open these doors, I swear. Britt's bachelorette party is fucking crazy!" She cries out, laughing manically. "Satan, you owe me a hundred bucks."

"W-What? What happened back there?" I speak up, dusting clumps of glitter and confetti from her body.

"Oh, don't even get me started! That place back there is a sex dungeon, some Christian Grey kinky shit. It's a strip club meets Fifty Shades of Grey kind of place. I'm pretty sure I just met someone who introduced herself as a Dungeon Queen named Jezebel. You've got to get in there!"

Kurt's eyes widen in curiosity, like all the others who heard Quinn's words. I raise an eyebrow upon hearing her statement, resolving to keep it calm. "N-No way, Q. Britt would never go for that kind of stuff. I mean, sure, in bed she's kind of into-" I trail off in a whisper only to be cut off by Kurt.

"What the hell, I'm going in!" He echoes in a haste, entering the room as well while piquing everyone's curiosity even more.

"S, you've got to see it! I even saw Mike turning into this Magic Mike character back there. Cedes told me that Britt's strippers will come in any second now so, open the doors!"

My forehead creases just as my phone vibrates. I fetch it from my pocket to see a message from Kurt.

Lady Hummel: The party here is freakin' insane, Satan. Additional strippers just arrived. Open the doors!

"'Additional strippers'?! How many do they have in there, Lucy?!"

"Apart from the three on the pole who are roaming around almost naked, Cedes said there's two lady strippers and one guy-"

"Open the doors." I cut her off sternly.

"What? Did you just say-"

"Tea time's over, everyone!" I exclaim in a sharp tone, putting off my cigar and drinking what's left from my glass then settling it down forcefully on the nearby table. "Open the damn doors!"

"I thought Britt was the jealous one?" Quinn comments with a smirk. She turns the lights off in our room for some dramatic reason and without delay, unlocks the double doors adjoining our suite with Brittany's to reveal the mind of a sex-crazed person in the form of a room, everyone from the other side literally cheers for their lives upon seeing us amidst the deafening music.

"Holy shit! All I see is red!" I mumble to myself in surprise. It doesn't take much wandering though because as soon as my eyes have adjusted to the surroundings, I see Brittany sitting in the middle of the room with her feet bound in chains, hands behind her seat locked in handcuffs, and the strippers Quinn said dressed in what seems to be medieval prison guard costumes.

"What the hell?" I mutter, surprise washing over me as I take the few steps closer towards where the action is.

"Selena's here!" Grams shouts loud enough, making everyone's attention focus on me.

I'm not given a chance to react though because next thing I know, I'm being dragged by the other three strippers towards a seat they propped up next to Brittany's and starts doing everything they did to my fiancée to me. I'm in chains, for crying out loud!

"Hey, San!" Brittany innocently calls out beside me with a wide grin.

"Britt, what is going on?!" I utter just as one of the lady strippers grinds her breasts against my horrified face.

"I don't know but it's fun, right?" She retorts, not having a care in the world with what's happening right in front of her and the damning things these strippers are pulling off much to everyone's amusement.

"This is so cool. Are you enjoying, babe?" Brittany declares, eyes widening and slightly laughing when a male stripper grinds against her.

"Hey!" I protest but to no avail. "I'm not sure, Britt. Someone's boobs just slapped me in the face!"

"Me too. I'm pretty sure one of these strippers smacked me in the face with a whip earlier." She voices out with a chuckle. "Oh my gosh, San! We should have a sex den at our future house!"

"I-I don't know, Britt. This stuff is-" I trail off only for Brittany to cut me off.

"I'll dress up even naughtier than them, baby." My fiancée counters suggestively. I'm pretty sure that turned me on more than what these strippers have been doing to us.

"Sure as long as there aren't any strippers."

"Are you kidding me? I'll be your one and only stripper. You're not allowed to go to strip clubs anymore, do you understand?" She exclaims with a commanding tone just enough for me to hear, smirk in place.

I raise an eyebrow and chuckle at her cuteness. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Good." She grins in this totally dopey manner. "I love you, San."

"I love you more, Britt." I utter and consciously do this smile that only Brittany's capable to get out of me.

"Enjoy it while it lasts, Lopez." Brittany adds as we heartily chuckle and try not to laugh too much at the entertaining spectacle we're being subjected to.

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