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Brittany's POV

Rachel and I were getting ready for yet another one of Mikes famous parties.

"So Brittany….." Rach said with a smug grin on her face.

"So Brittany what?" I said weirded out by the evil looking smile on her face.

"What's up with you and Santana?" she asked curiously.

"Nothing, she's my singing teacher Rachel." I said even though I was plotting on how I could make her wifey.

"Don't pull that crap I know in your head your planning on how to make her Mrs. Pierce-Lopez."

How did she know that!?

"How did you know that?"

"I didn't, it was a joke but good to know I was right."

I smiled, that was a good and accurate joke.

"I need something to wear, come help me" I whined while throwing things out my closet, looking for something to wear.

"Alright, I don't understand why you don't organize your clothes. For example, having an outfit already put together for the next day and so on." Rachel said, looking in my closet for something to wear.

Don't worry, Rachel's past that time in her life where she was wearing ugly argyle sweaters and school girl skirts. So you don't have to worry she has some taste now.

I ended up wearing, Black skinny jeans, a Red fitted tee, with a black leather jacket and a pair of Christian Louboutin black platform pumps.

"How do I look?" I ask already knowing that she's gonna say I look hot.

"You look hot" she said with her mouth agape.

See?

"Um Rach I'm kind of uncomfortable." I say rubbing my hand on the back of my neck.

"Oh sorry, um how do I look?" Rach asked, blushing like never before.

She was wearing an orange noodle strap, curvy dress that complimented her ass-ets.

Haha get it? Assets? Ass ets? Cause her butt looks-Aww forget it!

"You look great Rach, really nice step up from high school" I compliment her.

"Thank you Brittany."

"What time is it?"

I went to check the time "It's…..10:24, I guess were fashionably late" I say chuckling at my own corniness.

"Okay we better head out then."

I grabbed my keys, my purse, and my jacket and we headed out the door.

Santana's POV

"Hey Quinn, do you know where my red Deréon heels are?" I yell to my housemate, who is in the bathroom.

"No" She yelled back.

"Damn it." I whispered to myself.

I searched for my shoes, looking in the closet, under the bed, and even in the dresser, but it wasn't there.

'Where could they be?' I thought to myself.

We were really late it's like 11 right now and I can't find my shoes.

This house may be organized but the people in it aren't.

"Quinn, are you sure you haven't seen them?" I yelled again to the bathroom. "And why the hell does it take you so long to put on your make up. You want to look good for a party not look like a drag queen on Christina Aguilera night." I added.

"Shut up! And for the last time I haven't seen them!" she yelled back.

I huffed and left the room to look elsewhere. I looked in the living room, not there. I looked in the dining room, not there. I even looked in the kitchen only to find no red Deréon heels.

'Where the hell are they?' I ask myself again.

I slowly walk upstairs thinking of the possible places it would be, when I ran into Quinn taking in what she was wearing.

She was wearing Purple skinny jeans, a tight crème shirt, and crème colored pumps making her look sexy yet sophisticated.

"You look good not at all like a psycho killer baby doll." I say joking around with her.

"Aww thanks San and you don't look like a total prostitute." She rebounded with a mocking voice.

"Whatever, are you positive you haven't seen them?" I asked with pleading eyes.

"No, I haven't your just going to have to wear a different pair."

'Oh my god, where the hell are my heels?' I thought to myself.

I shoved past Quinn and up to my room and started to search frantically for them.

"Do you want me to lend you a pair of red heels?"

"No, if they're not my Deréon heels then I don't want 'em." I say being stubborn.

"San you have a million pairs of heels in there just wear one of them." Quinn said trying to coax me into hurrying up.

I sighed, giving up. "I guess I could look for them after the party, show me some of your heels."

Me and Quinn walked to her room, me just standing at the door, and her going to her closet to get me a pair or heels, when in the corner of my eye I catch red. I look towards the source and there laying in the corner of her room where her desk and computer was, was my Red Deréon heels.

I walk to them and pick them up. "That little bitch" I muttered to myself.

"Hey, I think I found a good pair."

"Me too"

She turned around confused but then saw the pair of heels I have been asking about in my hand.

"You found them." She stated.

"Yeah, and can you guess where I found them?"

Quinn rolled her eyes already knowing what I was implying.

"Where san?" she said playing along.

"In here, you said you didn't see them. Do you know how long I've been looking for these?" I asked frustrated that the bitch thinks this is a game.

"How did those get in here?" she asked to no one in particular.

She tried to remember how they got in here, then, it hit her. She started chuckling which then turned into small giggles that then turned into loud snorts.

I was about to call her name to get her out of her spacey stage, but then she started laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"You remember that night when you got into that fight at that club 'cause you were pissed drunk? And then you-." I cut her off, remembering that night or well the main part of the night anyway.

"Okay Quinn I remember"

I looked at her and she started to crack up again and soon I was joining her.

After the laughs I remembered we had a party to get to.

"Quinn, we still need to get to the party." I say still recovering from my laugh fest.

"I'm ready, you are not, you still have to put your shoes on"

'Oh yeah' I thought to myself.

After I put them on I looked at myself in the floor to ceiling mirror in my room.

'I look hot'

"C'mon san, I'm driving" she said passing my room and down the stairs.

I head down the stairs, put Perrito in his cage, grabbed my hand bag, and headed out the door.