Author's Note: First chapter in a while! Sorry for the wait- I was fully expecting to update sooner but life got in the way. Hope you enjoy it! ~ KennyEchelon
The next Friday, it was the weekly open-mic night at Rod's bar. Seeing as Santana usually turned up as often as she could, she figured it would be an opportune moment to get Brittany's number without him being too suspicious of her motives.
She changed out of her old jeans and the bike rally t-shirt that she won at a wet t-shirt contest when she was 16. She was definitely thankful that her dad never knew where she'd got it. Pulling a low cut black top over her head, she wandered into the bathroom to apply her make-up. Santana leant over the sink to apply her eyeliner, and then finished with a quick sweep of lip balm. She walked back into her bedroom, which was tidy by her standards, but not by anyone else's.
Sifting through a pile of clothes, she found one of her pairs of leather pants and checked that they could still be worn. With a quick sniff, she deemed them safe so she pulled them on and gave her hair one last check over before grabbing her keys and helmet then leaving.
A while later, she arrived at Rod's and parked out back. She casually strolled in as if she owned the place, her jacket swung over one shoulder and her face screaming confidence.
"Hey, Rod! Is Mercy gonna be in tonight?" she called over to the bar. She distinctly noticed Brittany look up from the order she was pouring.
"I dunno, why don't you ask her yourself? You guys are closer anyways." He wiped a glass and put it away "She usually turns up fashionably late though, you know Mercy."
Santana slid onto the bar-stool next to the guy Brittany was serving. Britt's cheeks became distinctly pinker and the corner of her mouth turned upward. Santana's looked from Brittany to the man opposite her, and seeing that his eyes were directly trained onto her breasts, hers narrowed in disapproval.
She cleared her throat and made eye contact with Britt.
"Hey, babe. How's things?"
The guy next to her turned to face her and seeing who it was, he seemed pretty uncomfortable. By now, everyone knew not to fuck with Santana Lopez's girl. She was marking her territory and he knew it. He took his drink in silence and walked away.
"They're good. Got an assignment that I'm totally not looking forward to next week though. What about you?"
"Same shit, different day."
"How about you have a drink on me, then?" Brittany asked, smiling.
"I might just have to take you up on that offer." Santana winked.
"I'm assuming you want the usual?"
And before Santana could even say yes, there was a bottle of beer in front of her. "You remembered?" San asked, her eyebrows scrunching together slightly.
"Of course! The amount you ordered last time was kinda hard to forget."
Both girls let out a small laugh. Santana slouched back in her bar-stool and took a swig of beer. They talked on and off for the next hour, only broken up by people ordering drinks. The girl still had to work after all. She was halfway through her second bottle when she looked up and saw Rodriguez giving her a look that she knew all too well.
He seemed to say "I hope you know what you're doing" with his eyes, and he raised both eyebrows before turning away to collect glasses.
Suddenly, the door swung open.
"Mercedes Jones, late again" Santana called over and Mercy grinned. "Like you can talk, girl, I've never known you to be on time for anythin'."
"Touché" replied Santana, knocking back another gulp of beer.
"Now get over here, sister. Show me some love"
San slid off her stool and rushed over, giving Mercedes a huge hug. "Now, am I gonna be seeing your skinny ass onstage tonight?" asked Mercy.
"You know what my answer's gonna be to that question."
"One day, I'll get you Lopez, just you wait."
Santana waved her hand as if to say 'yeah right' and walked back over to her spot at the bar, Mercedes following her.
"Britt! Have you met Miss Jones?" San asked, struggling to keep the smirk off her face.
"Honestly Santana, do you have to do that every single time? I've had enough of that damn song to last me a lifetime" moaned Mercedes.
"Sorry" she replied in mock apology.
"What can I get you?" Brittany asked Mercedes.
"Just a water, honey, I'm watching my voice."
Britt went to fetch a glass of water for her and set it down on the bar.
"C'mon Satan, you're coming with me" said Mercy, dragging Santana by the wrist. "B-but..." she started to say, making eye contact with Brittany. She mouthed the word 'sorry' at her before Mercedes pulled her over to a table in front of the small platform that served as a stage.
"So... who's the new girl?" Mercedes taunted.
"Oh shut it, Wheezy. Haven't you got stuff to do?" Santana gestured towards the microphone. Mercedes smirked. "Oh girl, you like her."
"Just go."
Mercedes poked her tongue out and walked onstage. She nodded towards the guy operating the music and the backing track started playing over an intercom system. She started to sing an Aretha classic, her velvety voice pouring out soulfully. The audience were held captive until she belted out the crescendo.
Santana wolf-whistled loudly after she'd finished, applauding harder than the others. Brittany walked past carrying a tray of nachos to a neighboring table. She deliberately brushed against Santana's shoulder with a wink, encouraging San to stare at her as she bent over to put the food down.
Mercedes noticed and rolled her eyes surreptitiously.
As she walked over to Santana, Brittany left to go back to the bar. "Amazing as ever, Mercy" San said in approval.
"Surprised you noticed" Mercedes laughed. "Don't think I didn't see you checking out Little Miss Blue-Eyes over there."
"Shut the hell up."
"I'm serious. You want her, go get her."
Santana merely downed the rest of her beer.
"Oh honey, I've never seen a Lopez too scared to approach a girl before."
"I'm not scared!" Santana retorted, slamming her bottle onto the table. "Then prove it" Mercedes said with a grin, pushing her out of her chair. "Just go."
Santana strutted over to Britt indignantly, determined to prove Mercy wrong.
However, the instant she arrived at the bar, what little confidence she had disappeared. She silently scribbled her number on a nearby napkin and it took a few breaths until she could actually speak. Brittany stared at her inquisitively.
"H-here's my number" said San, the first syllable catching in her throat. Brittany grinned, and tucked the napkin into her bra while quickly scouting the room. After noticing that Rod was nowhere to be seen, Britt's tongue darted quickly over her bottom lip.
Suddenly, she grabbed Santana and pulled her into a kiss.