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*Santana's POV*
"No. No way. Britt, no."
"Come on, San." Brittany squeezed my waist.
"No way."
"Please." She put on a pout.
"There is no way in hell I'm going out tonight. I look terrible. I can't be seen like this."
"But come on. I really wanna dance."
"What if I invite people over here? I've been known to throw a pretty kick ass party."
"I guess I can live with that. But I have to go home at some point."
"Why?"
"I need to get some clothes. I can't keep wearing your clothes."
"You can but I have to get some party supplies so I'll take you home."
"Get changed and we can go."
I changed quickly and led Brittany downstairs. I found Puck in the kitchen and gave him a smile.
"You want to throw a party tonight, don't you?" He smiled at me.
"Yes." I nodded. "I'm going to take Britt home so she can change and I'll be picking up some alcohol and food."
"Sweet. This is gonna be epic."
"Make the calls. 10 o'clock."
"Will do."
"Oh. And Quinn can come but make sure you tell her Rachel is not allowed in this house."
"Ok." He nodded.
"I'll be back in a while." I met Brittany in the foyer. I smiled and took her hand. "Ready?"
"Yep."
I pulled up in front of Brittany's house. "I have a few places I'm going to stop by. Want me to come back when I'm done?"
"Yeah. I'll help you get set up and everything."
"Ok." I smiled. "I'll call you when I'm on my way back."
"Ok babe." She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss before hopping out of the car.
*Brittany's POV*
I walked into my house with a huge smile on my face. I was about to go upstairs when I heard my name being called from the living room. I wandered in and was met with wondering eyes. "What's up, guys?"
"You didn't come home last night," One roommate, Amanda, spoke up. "And you've been gone all day. We were worried about you."
"I'm sorry. I didn't think about calling or sending a message."
"You were with mysterious stranger, weren't you?" Stacy eyed me.
"Yeah, I was." I nodded, trying to stop the smile.
"When will we get to meet mysterious stranger?"
"I don't know." I shrugged. "She's coming back to pick me up in a little while. I'll see if she'll come inside."
"What's her name?" Amanda asked. "What's she like?"
"Her name is Santana. And she's amazing. She's sweet, she's funny, she's beautiful. She tries so hard to make things special and romantic. She's just great and amazing."
"Someone's in love." Stacy laughed.
"I am not." I shook my head, still smiling.
"You so are." Amanda smirked. "Don't deny it."
"I have to shower and get ready." I blushed and ran upstairs. I took my time in the shower. I threw on some clothes then packed a bag. My phone started ringing on my bed. I checked it and saw it was Santana. "Hey."
"Hey babe. I'm a few minutes away from your place."
"Ok. Wanna do me a favor?"
"Sure, what's up?"
"My roommates want to meet 'mysterious stranger' that has been kidnapping me lately." I heard her sigh on the other end of the phone. "You don't have to if you don't want to."
"No, it's ok. I'll do it. I just wish it could have waited until my face wasn't mangled."
"You're still beautiful so shut up."
"Ok." She laughed. "Well I'm outside now."
"Ok. I'll meet you at the door." I bounded down the stairs, opening the door as Santana walked up. I smiled and held my hand out to her. She took it and shook her head.
"You're lucky you're so cute."
"They're not that bad. It's only Amanda and Stacy. I think Alice is out with her boyfriend."
"Let's get this over with. I've got some frozen stuff in the car."
I dragged her into the living room. "Hey guys," I smiled, "this is Santana."
"Whoa. What happened to your face?" Stacy asked, wide eyed.
"Stace, come on." I shook my head.
"It's ok, Britt." Santana smiled. "A volleyball game got a little too intense today. It's just a broken nose. No big deal."
"You're a badass, aren't you?" Amanda smiled.
"Pretty much." Santana shrugged with a smirk on her face.
"I forgot to tell you she's full of herself too." I laughed.
"You should come over and hang out here sometime." Stacy said. "We'd like to get to know you more. And I'm sure Alice will want to meet you too."
"Yeah I can definitely do that. Britt, we gotta go."
"Ok. I have to get my stuff from upstairs. I'll meet you in the car."
"It was nice meeting you." Santana smiled and waved as she went to the car.
I ran upstairs and grabbed my stuff. I hurried back down the stairs. "I probably won't be back tonight. See you later." I shouted at my roommates before leaving. I hopped in the car, tossing my stuff in the backseat. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"No it wasn't." Santana drove off. "Is that one always so blunt?"
"Stacy? Yeah. Pretty much."
"Good to know." She laughed.
*Santana's POV*
I drove back home and Puck helped us carry in the bags of alcohol and food. We stocked the bar in the game room and the fridge. We did some cleaning and decorating. Puck hired a DJ who showed up around 9 to set up. Brittany and I were upstairs getting ready. I was trying my best to keep my hands to myself but it was really hard, especially since Brittany was wearing a really short skirt and low-cut halter. I bit my bottom lip as I stared at her.
"Babe," Brittany smiled at me from the mirror, "you need to finish getting ready and stop staring at me."
"You just look so…damn."
She smirked. "I can change."
"No!" I said quickly, causing Brittany to laugh.
"Then finish getting ready."
"Fine." I sighed.
I got dressed in just some jeans and a sleeveless blouse which happened to be low-cut. I hip checked Brittany away from the mirror. She glared at me before returning to her hair. I straightened mine quickly.
"Are you doing any makeup?"
"No point. With this thing on my face and the bruises being so dark, I won't be able to cover it."
"I still think you're beautiful."
"You're just trying to get in my pants."
"Always." She winked.
"It might get crazy here. Don't get lost, ok?"
"Worried?"
"I just don't want someone snatching you up if I'm away from you for a minute."
"Just relax and have fun."
"You know what the best thing is?"
"What's that?"
"I don't have to drive anywhere so I can drink as much as I want." I smiled brightly.
"It sounds like some people are here. Let's get down there."
I walked downstairs with Brittany's hand in mine. The music was bumping. There were already 25 to 30 people here. My smile widened as I walked toward the kitchen. Puck was mixing drinks. He smirked at me. His eyes moving between my chest and Brittany's.
"Eyes up here, Puckerman!" I snapped my fingers in his face. I pointed to Brittany's chest. "And hey, these are mine."
"Excuse me?" Brittany quirked an eyebrow at me.
"What?" I smiled.
"I think these are mine."
"For now." I winked. "Drink?"
She nodded and I got us some drinks. A few hours and more than a few drinks later, Brittany and I were dancing closely together. She placed lazy kisses on my neck as we moved. My fingers playing with the exposed skin between Brittany's shirt and skirt.
"Let's get a drink, babe." Brittany said, nipping at my earlobe.
I let her drag me to the kitchen and make me a drink. She kissed my cheek as she handed me the cup.
"What's up?"
"What do you mean?" She looked at me, confused.
"You haven't kissed me since before the hospital."
"Yes I have."
"Not really." I took a sip. "You keep avoiding it."
"I'm afraid I'll hurt you which I don't want to do."
"You won't hurt me. I'll be fine."
"Hey Lopez." Mike walked up, putting an arm around me and the other around Brittany. "How are my two favorite ladies?"
"We're great." I smiled. I looked up and saw his eyes wandering. I hit him in the chest. "Eyes!"
"I can't help it!" Mike shrugged with a smirk. "I'm a guy and you two have got gorgeous assets."
"Have you seen Puck lately?"
"Last I saw he was in the game room with Quinn."
"Can you keep Britts company for a minute? I need to talk to Puckerman."
"Yeah of course." He smiled.
"You should dance. He's actually a pretty good dancer, B."
"I am." Mike nodded.
"Keep your hands in appropriate places." I warned Mike before walking toward the game room. I found Puck at the bar, surprise surprise.
"Hey San!" Puck smiled.
"Where's Quinn?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Why?"
"There is an unwelcomed guest here."
"Stalker is here?"
"Yes she is."
"I told Quinn not to invite her. She said she wouldn't."
"Then how did she find out? Why is she here?"
"Where is she?"
"By the DJ."
"I'll go take care of it. Don't worry about her though."
"Really? Don't worry about her? Puck, this chick is crazy. She's following me everywhere and no I'm not paranoid. And now she's in my house? I don't know what I'm supposed to do."
"Just let me take care of it. Go get your girl."
"Don't screw it up." I warned before turning away.
"Wanna do some shots first?" He smirked.
"You know it." I smiled.
Puck lined up ten shot glasses, five for each of us. He filled them and counted down. We slammed each shot down then gave each other a high five. I walked back to the kitchen. I mixed myself another drink and watched Brittany and Mike dancing. She looked good. I leaned back against the counter, smirk on my face. She saw me staring at her. She kissed Mike on the cheek before walking over to me.
"Mike is a good dancer. But I would have rather been out there with you."
"I juss had to tell Puck sumthin." I slurred with a smile.
"Oh yeah?" She laughed. "Anything else?"
"We juss had some shots." I smiled brighter.
"How many?"
"Ummmmm 5. Yeah 5." I nodded.
"You're crazy." She shook her head.
"You need to catch up. Take some shots with Puck!"
"I don't know if I can handle that." She laughed.
"Just a couple. Pleaseeeeeeeeee."
"Ok fine."
Puck walked up with a small smile. "It's taken care of."
"What's taken care of?" Brittany asked him.
"It's nothing, B." I smiled. "Don't worry about it."
"I don't like secrets, San."
"Rachel was here." Puck said. "But now she's gone so we need to get our drink on."
"Britts wants to take shots with you." I smiled.
"Alright!" Puck smiled. "Let's do this!"
A few hours later, the party died down. Everyone was gone. Puck was outside saying goodbye to Quinn. Brittany and I were drunk. We were sitting by the pool, giggling and leaning into each other. Puck came out a minute later, yelling at us to get inside. He made us some food and tried to sober us up. Brittany's fingers traced shapes on the small of my back. I shivered at her touch. We barely had any alone time tonight and I was more than ready for some. I grabbed Brittany's hand and dragged her upstairs. I shut my door behind us before nearly tackling her. Our lips met and nothing else mattered. My hands tangled in her hair while she grabbed my shirt in her fists, pulling me closer.
I pulled back slightly. I found the bottom of her shirt, looking in her eyes for any sign on hesitation. When she smiled, I took it as a good sign and pulled the shirt over her head, surprised to find she wasn't wearing a bra. I stared at her for a short moment. "You are so beautiful." I pulled her back to me, kissing her. One arm around her back and the other hand was running over newly exposed skin. It found its way to her breast, massaging it. She moaning into the kiss and I couldn't help but smile. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and yanked it over my head. She pushed me back on the bed, crawling on top of me. One of her hands slowly trailed up my leg as she kissed up my stomach. I squirmed under her touch. She made her way to my neck while unbuttoning my jeans. I helped her get them off of me. As she dropped my jeans to the floor, she shimmied out of her skirt. I motioned for her to come back to the bed. She attacked my neck, running her hand over the fabric of my bra.
The late morning sun hit my face. I started to roll over but a groan stopped me. I looked over my shoulder at Brittany who squinted at the light.
"Good morning." She smiled, kissing my shoulder.
"Morning." I smiled back, feeling her bare chest against my back.
"We're almost naked." She noted.
"Did we? You know?"
She laughed. "No. We were about to but then you passed out on me."
"Oh God." I groaned, burying my head in the pillows. "I can't believe I did that."
"You're really cute when you're sleeping." She nudged my back with her nose.
I rolled over in her arms, now facing her. "I had a really good time last night."
"Me too." She smiled. "Part of it is a bit fuzzy but it was fun."
"I should probably go downstairs and start cleaning up."
"I'll help if you want."
"It's up to you. You don't have to though."
"I want to." She smiled and slowly crawled out of bed. She put on some clothes from her bag. "Are you getting up?"
"Yeah. I just wanted to see you naked first." I smirked. She rolled her eyes as I hopped out of the bed. I grabbed a pair of shorts from my dresser then looked for a shirt. "Huh. That's weird."
"What's wrong?"
"I can't find my favorite cutoff shirt." I walked to the laundry basket and dug through it, not finding it.
"Babe, why do you have an empty picture frame?" Brittany held up the frame that was sitting by my couch.
"There was a picture in that." I pulled a shirt over my head. "It was me and Puck at senior prom."
"That's weird. I wonder where it went."
My face was thoughtful but softened into realization. I ran out of the room. "Puck!"
"Down here!" I heard him shout from downstairs.
Brittany caught up to me as I found Puck. I grabbed his forearm. "Did Rachel ever go upstairs last night?"
"I have no idea." He shrugged. "There's a good possibility. I mean we didn't see her the whole time she was here. Why? What's up?"
"I can't find my favorite shirt. You know the gray and red cutoff Cheerios one? It has my name on the back."
"Yeah I remember it."
"I looked all over for it upstairs. Oh and our picture from senior prom is gone."
"What the hell? Maybe she did get upstairs at some point."
"I'm a little freaked out, dude." I felt Brittany's arms around my waist. "Girl is crazy."
I wouldn't actually admit it to anyone but I am scared. I don't know this girl. I don't know what she's capable of. Who knows what she will do. I don't know if she will try to hurt me. Or worse, try to hurt Brittany. I don't know what to do.
