CHAPTER 2: The Bar

Santana' POV

Britt waited in her car with Quinn while I asked permission if I could go out and to my surprise, they allowed me to.

"This is a good way to be close to Britt, Santana. I'm glad you're getting along with her." my mother told me and with that I went back upstairs to change clothes and fixed myself. After ten minutes, I stepped out of the house and walked towards the car only to see Britt and Quinn cuddling inside. For some unknown reason, I'm feeling a little jealous and I hate it. I don't normally get easily attracted to people no matter how gorgeous they are but with Britt, it's like there's a magnet pulling me towards her and wanting me to never let go. I tried to kill the thought in my head and just went to them.

I cleared my throat to make my appearance be known to the two people inside the car and they both looked at me at the same time.

"Any luck?" and she showed that smile that would have melted me but of course I didn't show it.

"Yes! I can't actually believe it either. My mom don't normally allow me to go out unless I'm with Dani"

"Great! Hop in. Oh yeah, sorry if it's a mess at the back." And indeed it was messy inside, before I got in; she was already removing the bags in the trunk so I could have more space. Once I was comfortably seated at the back, Britt started the engine and then looked back at me, "Ugh. Santana, where do we go from here?" she asked with deadly smile again.

So I gave her the directions and for a normal car it would take half an hour to drive going to the said destination but being in a freaking Ferrari, we were there in just ten minutes. Normally we would wait in the line but because we arrived with such an entrance, people thought we were celebrities and made us pass thru security. Britt paid the waiter to have us seated in the VIP section and once we're on our seats, we started ordering some drinks and I went down to the dance floor.

General POV

Drinks kept coming as Britt ordered them; she was now draining her tenth beer when someone caught her eye. Someone in the dance floor was getting the attention and just as she realized who the person is, she almost fell out of her chair. She spilled her beer, got burnt by her cigarette and dropped her jaw. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen and she just couldn't take her eyes off. She didn't notice that Quinn just sat beside her until she spoke.

"Wow Britt, could I wipe that drool dripping from your mouth?" she teased and Britt thinking she was really drooling actually wiped her mouth and got a little pissed to find none, that Quinn was actually just teasing her but didn't mind that much because she was too focused on the girl on the dance floor.

Quinn spoke again, "Take a picture, lasts longer" this time Britt faced her.

"Sorry, were you talking to me? I was distracted" she said then sipped her beer only to find it empty because she spilled everything.

"Yeah. I noticed. So any plans of making a move and join her there or just embarrass yourself here?"

"Nah. I guess I'll just stay here"

"Okay. Suit yourself. Anyway, Im'ma go dance with that guy over there who had been eye sexing me the whole time."

And with that Quinn left Britt to join the guy whom she pointed. Just in time as Santana went back to their table and replaced the now empty seat which Quinn occupied.

"Hey, sorry to leave you here. I didn't realize I hadn't had my drink yet"

"You seem to be enjoying yourself down there"

"I actually am. I love dancing"

"Yeah, I noticed" She watched as Santana took one shot. Then another. And another one. She just drained three shots of tequila.

"Whoa! Damn. You thirsty or what?" Brittany couldn't contain herself and sort of laughed at how Santana drank three shots straight.

"Shit! That was a bad idea" She stood up right away which made her lose her balance and stumbled but was immediately caught by Brittany.

"You think you can still go on?"

Slightly embarrassed, Santana said, "Of course! Now, I want you to dance with me"

Maybe it was the effect of the alcohol she just consumed because it sounded as if she's already flirting with Blake which she didn't mind.

"I don't really dance babe" Oops. That didn't sound appropriate.

"Oh c'mon. Everybody can dance. And besides you're with me so no need to worry. I'll catch you if you fall" then she smiled and Blake just can't help but returned the smile. With that, they headed to the dance floor. Santana was really good and Blake was getting turned on with her dancing. She normally don't dance in bars like these but it felt like she needed to for her to get into the groove and with Santana dancing around her, it just felt right and she didn't care if she's awkward or what not. They danced all night long and went back to their table every once in a while for their drinks. Britt was really enjoying her time dancing with Santana and even though her legs are killing she just wouldn't stop dancing. When the bartender called in for last orders, Britt went back to their table and ordered one last round of drinks. Quinn was nowhere to be seen and Santana was still dancing but eventually went back when she noticed Britt drinking alone.

"Hey, Lez go back there. I want to dance more. "She was now clinging to Britt's arm

"Let's just stay here. I don't think I can dance anymore" Santana pouted but remained in her seat and they finished their drinks. It was already three in the morning when they decided to go home. At that time, Santana and Quinn were already really drunk. Quinn was still with the guy earlier with their hands all over each other while Santana was trying hard to compose herself but failed as she keeps on losing her balance even if she was just sitting.

"Hey, can you walk? I need to get you home now." Santana looks up but said nothing.

"I don't want to go home. I want to stay with you"

Britt's eyes widened. Why on earth would she want to stay with me? She thought. She called Quinn and the other guy's attention and asked them to get the car and meet them in front of the bar. After ten minutes, Blake literally carried Santana out of the bar and to her car. Once Santana was rested comfortably in the car, she stepped out and lit a cigarette joining Quinn and the guy.

"Oh hey, I'm Puck. You're girlfriend must've drank too much. Any plans after this?"

Brittany shook his hand. "Britt, as much as I would want to bring her home. I'm afraid I can't. My parents would kill me if I let her go home in this state. So I guess we'll crash in a hotel or something. Are you from here?"

"Yeah. I know what you mean. Quinn told me you just got here. Welcome to Phoenix. Anyway, there's a motel nearby if you want to let her sleep there" Britt thought for a moment. (I don't want her to think I'm planning to take advantage of her by bringing her to a motel. Aren't there any good hotels here? God! This place sucks!)

"Is there like a hotel in here?"

"Well, yeah. If you have a thousand dollars"

"Okay. Tell me where to go"

And with that, they drove away towards the hotel that Puck was talking about. Brittany helped Santana out of the car and let her lie in one of the couch in the lobby. Quinn and Puck stayed with her while Britt got their rooms. (Rooms, meaning Quinn Puck will share one and Brittany and Santana will share another)