I was still in the bathroom finishing up my make-up when I heard Quinn yelling for me to hurry up and come into the living room. I took one final look in the mirror after I finished up my mascara. My outfit was perfect for going out. I was wearing a tight black dress with slim straps. The dress ended about mid-thigh. It wasn't too short, but it wasn't too long, either. The strapless bra I was wearing combined with the low cut of the dress allowed for a decent amount of cleavage to show. I wore black leather boots that ran up my shin with a zipper, cut off a few inches before my knees. My hair was straightened, and I wore dark eye shadow to go with my ensemble.

I walked into the living room to see Rachel in some ridiculous blue sundress with yellow flowers on it. Whatever, she can wear what she wants, but I doubt she'll be getting any from anyone. Kurt was wearing a dark blue button up and slim tie with a nice pair of tight jeans. He looked casual and laid back with a sense of respectability.

"Finally! I thought you were going to take at least another century before you were done getting ready," Quinn exasperated as she came from around the kitchen with four shots in her hands.

Wow. Quinn looked phenomenal. Her outfit was simple, yet stunning. She wore a tight fitting purple V-neck t-shirt that accentuated the curves of her sides up to her breasts. She had a nice pair of black skinny jeans to go with her loose laced Chuck Taylors. Her hair was down and in waves that curved around her face. I was definitely going to need a shot to let out some of the nerves I was accumulating from just looking at Quinn.

"You - you look great, Quinn," I stuttered. Quinn looked at me with a sheepish smile before handing me a shot of what I presumed to be Tequila. Kurt and Rachel gladly took their shots before Quinn said she forgot the limes and salt.

"Don't worry about it. I'll get them," I reassured Quinn. She gave me that smile, again. What is that smile? Right after the side of her lip curls up, she looks down nervously. I've never seen her give that smile to anyone before.

I walked past her into the kitchen to grab tequila's best friends. When I came back into the living room, I passed everything out while instructing that you lick the salt first and then sucked on the lime last. Knowledge I'm sure Kurt and Rachel have been oblivious to for their entire lives. Kurt and Rachel looked at each other before licking the salt off of the other's hand and taking the shot and putting a lime in the other's mouth. Quinn and I laughed at the pair of them making faces as the alcohol went down their throats. It only seemed fitting that Quinn and I take the shots the way Kurt and Rachel did. I poured salt on my hand as Quinn did the same. We grabbed each other's hand, and I took a breath before I licked the salt off her skin. For some reason, I felt a little nervous. As she licked my hand, I felt it burn. We downed our shots and grabbed the lime from each other and sucked. The alcohol stung, but I could still feel my hand burning from where Quinn's tongue had just been.

We all took another shot, and I felt a bit dizzy. I'm not sure if it was the alcohol or the way Quinn licked salt off of my skin for the second time that made the room spin, but I decided that it was time for us to go to Shadow's, the club I had heard about earlier that day.

We made our way to the club and saw that there was an extremely long line that wrapped around the side of the building. Rachel and Kurt looked nervous, but I reassured them that there was nothing to worry about. I gave Quinn a look and she nodded as if to say she understood. Quinn and I walked up to the bouncer with Kurt and Rachel in tow. We gave our signature smiles and a flip of our hair just like we used to do in cheerleading. Quinn laid her hand on the small of my back. The touch on my back took me by surprise. I knew we were going to flirt our way into the club, but I didn't expect her to touch me during the process. I expected her to touch the bouncer.

"Aw, sweetie, I forgot to call James to get him to put our names on the list," Quinn spoke loud enough for the bouncer to hear. She leaned in towards me and placed a lingering kiss on the side of my neck. It felt like I had taken a few more shots than just the two in the apartment. I gulped loudly before I remembered I was supposed to be playing along with her.

"Oh, honey, that's fine. I'm sure this nice guy would love to let us in. Who could deny your rocking body when you want to dance?"

The bouncer looked at us with a big grin and let us in. He didn't even make Kurt pay. We scrambled inside as I made my way to the bar to get us some drinks.

I returned with four shots to hear everyone laughing. "I guess you're an honorary girl, since you didn't have to pay to get in, and it is ladies night, Kurt," Quinn said.

"You're just now finding out I'm an honorary girl?" Kurt jested.

I passed out the shots and we all took it quickly, Rachel coughing after hers went down.

Quinn grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dance floor. I was more than eager to follow her. I have no idea what song started playing; all I could feel was Quinn pressing her body into mine. The song started off slow, but my pulse was already racing. I could still feel the burn on my hand from where she licked me and the fire on my neck from where she kissed me. Something about her mouth was electric. She moved her hands down to my waist and started grinding into me as the music picked up.

Rachel and Kurt found us on the dance floor with another round of shots. How they got the shots, I have no idea, but then again, I didn't really care. I couldn't think of anything but Quinn's skin on mine. She stepped back from me as she took the shot from Kurt and threw it back. I did the same. With that shot and the few before, I started to loosen up a little. Kurt grabbed Rachel and they started to dance as Quinn grabbed my waist again to pull me in closer. Feeling more courageous, I put my hands around Quinn's neck and rolled my body against her to the beat of the music. The room started to get a little hazy, so I closed my eyes and pushed my body further into Quinn.

I could feel her rubbing her hands up and down my body. First, my waist, then to my abs, and to the small of my back. Her touch lit a fire in me that I hadn't felt since Brittany. I needed to get closer to her. I turned my back and placed my hands on her sides as she reached around my front. Each time the music swelled, I would push myself more into her. Her hands drifted to my thighs as I bent over. All I could feel was the music begging me to let her take control of me. I lifted my body back up and turned my head to the side as I felt her lips on my neck once again.

A moan escaped my lips. Thankfully, the music was pulsing too loudly for her to hear. The action caught me off guard. I'm not used to letting my body make noises I'm not expecting. I turned around to look at her. She looked like she was in a dream. Her eyes were closed, and she moved effortlessly to the music.

I saw Rachel from the corner of my eye dancing with some Abercrombie model. How she managed that, I have no idea. I laughed a little in surprise as I saw him lean down and kiss her while they were dancing. She seemed completely taken aback from the kiss, but kept it going, regardless. Oh, I am so staying at her place rent free. There's no way she can tell me no now that I took her to a club where some mannequin man made out with her.

I decided I needed a break. My skin still burned from where Quinn touched and kissed me. Quinn saw me as I walked to the bar and followed.

"Hey, you said you would tell me what you're doing here in New York. Buy you another shot?" Quinn asked.

"Yeah, better make it a double, though," I replied with a hesitant smile. I really didn't want to tell her what or who prompted me to come to New York, but knowing Quinn, there's no way I could get out of the conversation. I sat down at a table away from the bar and the dancing so that she could actually hear me when I explained everything.

Quinn came over with a double shot of whiskey for the both of us. I took mine as soon as she set it on the table in preparation for the following conversation. She swallowed her alcohol, grimacing as it burned her throat,

"Okay, so I'll make this short and sweet and to the point. Brittany told me to go live my life and follow my dreams. She pretty much said to be free, move on, and live my life doing the things that will make me happy. I took that as a kick in my ass to finally come to New York, since I've always dreamed of living here. Rachel and Kurt are the only people I know here. Hopefully, tonight will convince them that I can stay at their place until I find something for myself. Ugh, I need another shot."

I left the table and went to the bar to get us another round. I came back and Quinn looked at me with a curious gaze.

"So, are you and Brittany over," Quinn asked hesitantly.

I set her shot down, and I took my shot of tequila and sucked on my lime as I nodded. "Yeah, I guess we are. She made it pretty clear she was with Sam. I knew our relationship wasn't working ever since I went to Kentucky, but I still had some sort of hope, you know?"

Quinn just looked at me. She was used to me rambling on when I got drunk. She knew I had more to say.

"It's stupid. I love her. Loved. I loved her. No, I still love her, but I don't think I want to be with her. We're at different places. It took her telling me I could move to New York to actually come out here, and I'm more than appreciative. It just wouldn't have worked between us. She was right. I need to be chasing after everything that scares me, and she doesn't scare me, anymore. Her memory just hurts."

"Sounds like someone has matured. I always had a feeling you wanted to go to a big city that could fit your big ego. I'm proud of you. Don't worry about your feelings for Brittany. It won't hurt forever. Your head will definitely hurt tomorrow, though," she laughed. "Oh, and I'm pretty sure Rachel will let you stay at her place. Have you seen her at all tonight? She's been macking on some model! And you know Kurt doesn't care. You add spice to their life."

"Oh my God! That is so, so what I said to them. Sugar and spice. I'm feisty, bringing fire to their life!" I slurred.

She giggled and tucked her neck down to her shoulder in the most adorable way. I got up and grabbed her hand to take her to the dance floor. All I wanted right now was to feel her on me, again. Telling her about Brittany wasn't as bad I thought it would be. I surprised myself when I said that I didn't think it would work with her anymore. I didn't even realize I felt that way until the words came out.

I pulled her against me on the dance floor. My movement wasn't graceful to say in the least, but Quinn didn't seem to mind. Kurt ran up behind me and screamed in my ear how much fun he was having. We all looked over at Rachel who was still dancing with the guy that looked like he stepped out of a fucking magazine. She looked over at us staring and pulled the guy with her as she danced over.

"Hey! You guys, this is Brody! He goes to NYADA, too!" Rachel looked overly excited and a little bit drunk. What a light weight, but who am I to judge when I'm a little tipsy myself. She crashed into me and hugged me until I fell back into Quinn.

As much as I didn't care for Rachel holding onto me, I was thankful to be closer to Quinn. "Does this mean I can stay?" I asked Rachel. Rachel screamed yes and turned back to Brody to continue dancing. I looked over at Kurt, who was trying his best to sexy dance, and to Quinn who couldn't stop laughing at his failed attempts. I felt genuinely happy that my friends were enjoying themselves so much.

At that moment, the music blaring in my ears, my friends dancing and laughing, and with the realization that I was officially living in New York City, bravely chasing after my dreams, whatever they may be, I couldn't help but smile like I did when I first fell in love. I felt that first spark of a new beginning.

I'm sure I looked absolutely ridiculous, tipsy with a goofy smile plastered on my face. I had the sudden urge to run outside and feel the air on my skin.

I took one last look at Kurt, Rachel, and Quinn before I bolted out of the club. I found myself in the ally around the corner from the door. There was a fire escape on the side of the building, and I decided to climb up to the roof. I turned around when I heard my name in the dark.

"What are you doing?" Quinn laughed as I made my way up the ladder.

"It's too good of a night to not see the stars from the best view I can get to," I simply replied.

She looked at me a little confused before walking towards the fire escape where I was mid climb.

"Well, are you going to move or do I have to push you up the entire way," she asked with a smile.

I couldn't help but laugh at her going along with my seemingly drunk idea. After what felt like ten minutes of drunkenly climbing a fire escape, we were on the roof. I stared at the sky before I realized I couldn't make out any stars. I frowned a little. I guess Quinn noticed because she said, "It's because there are so many city lights. That's why you can't see the stars, but the view is still pretty, though." I forgot how much she could tell what I was thinking before I spoke it. It felt good to have someone know me so well. Ever since Brittany and I had broken up, I hadn't had anyone that simply knew me. I smiled at her, again. "Yeah, the view is pretty fantastic."