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Quinn is making her way across the quad after her last Thursday class. It's been a long week and she's ready to be home and in her pajamas asap. All of a sudden she sees two hands come from behind her head and cup her eyes.

"Guess who?!" The person behind her shouts, but not before taking an elbow to the gut from Quinn.

"Oh Shit!" the blonde exclaims as wide hazel eyes scan over the groaning brunette on the ground.

"Damn it Q. That shit hurt!"

"I'm sorry San, you shouldn't sneak up on me like that. I thought I was about to get mugged." She explains with a chuckle as she offers a hand to help the Latina to her feet.

"Fuck, I think you broke something. I'm gonna start coughing up blood any minute." Santana pats around her abdomen as she stands up.

"Oh stop being such a baby. I didn't hit you that hard."

The brunette lifts her shirt to look at the damage and Quinn can't help but admire the sweet caramel skin. She remembers licking every inch of those sexy abs. Before she knows it, she places her hand right above Santana's stomach and softly strokes up and down. She looks up to meet brown eyes.

"Better?" The blonde asks while still stroking over the red spot on the skin.

All Santana could do was slowly nod and think about how good Quinn's finger tips feel on her stomach. She can feel the goose bumps rise throughout her body. The blonde continues to stroke, leaning forward to place a soft kiss to the corner of her friend's lips.

A trembling hand on Quinn's lower back urges her forward, as their eyes meet again.

"GET A ROOM!" some random girl yells, as she walks by.

Quinn can feel the warmth in her cheeks as she blushes and snaps her hand to her side.

The Latina chuckles and drops her shirt back into place.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you." Quinn states with an apologetic smile.

"It's ok Bruce Lee, I'm pretty proud of you. Little Lucy Q can actually defend herself, huh?"

"Well you should know. You've been slapped by me quite a few times." Quinn responds with a quirked eyebrow and a mischievous grin.

"Okay there Quinnie. Let's not get too cocky now. Lord knows you can't handle the wrath of Snixx and we would hate for her to make an appearance just to prove a point."

Santana bumps the blonde's shoulder and smiles, as they start to walk.

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I can't believe I'm actually going to this party tonight. I mean it's not like I ever gave a thought to being a part of some lame ass sorority. Most girls can't handle the fierceness that is Santana Lopez, but I was willing to give it a shot as long as I could sneak in some sweet lady kisses.

There is no way I would dream of taking this plunge alone, so Q. and B. are definitely going to have to take one for the team. I thought Quinn would be all for it, but for some reason she made me practically grovel before finally giving in. Brittany was also apprehensive, but with a bit of my charm and a promise to take her to see Disney on Ice, she was totally convinced.

It's been so long since I actually found someone I was completely attracted to and Jennifer Grayson was a total surprise. I'm not trying to fall in love with the girl or anything, but I surely could see us getting in a make-out session or two…maybe even a night cap. This girl's heart is closed for business, and it will stay that way as long as I can possibly help it. No sense in letting myself get hurt again, plus single bad ass looks so much better on me.

Signature red dress, check. Hot black pumps, check. Flawless make-up, check. Flat ironed hair with perfect side bangs, check. Fine ass Puerto Rican Beauty, Priceless.

Santana gives herself a wink in the mirror and makes her way out to the leaving room.

"Pre-Party shots are ready, what about you guys?" the Latina shouts towards the hallway leading to the blondes.

Quinn finally makes it to the living room in a knee length purple cocktail dress. Her lips were glossed, and hair loosely curled to perfection.

"Let's get this over with Lopez, I know you're just going to this party to hit on fresh meat. I'm not looking forward to getting your drunk ass home after a night of boozing it up with every girl at your disposal."

"Oh please Q…far be it for me to take up so much of your precious time. Could you please at least try to have some fun? Who knows, maybe these girls will want you to pledge and be a part of their sisterhood." Santana states with a smirk knowing its complete bullshit. "Aren't rich daddy's girls like you are supposed to want that anyway?"

"Well if it isn't the pot calling the kettle black." Quinn replies, "If I remember correctly, your rich daddy loving ass was just as privileged as I was."

The brunette knew she had a point and could only roll her eyes in response, as she caught blue eyes making her way into the living room.

Brittany never ceased to amaze Santana, no matter what the situation, she was always herself and tonight was no exception. She wore a short black skirt with a black and white stripped blouse that was tucked into the skirt. She also sported black suspenders and boots. Her hair was up in a ponytail that twisted into one spiral curl.

"Now there's a blonde who knows how to have more fun." Santana shoots Britt a smile along with the compliment.

"Sanny, you know I get down like no body's business, but promise me you won't get trashed tonight. Quinn's right, tipsy Sanny is a pain to get home." The blonde offers a small pout to emphasize her point.

"Wow, glad you two think so much of me. Of course I'm not getting trashed, sex is so much better when I can remember it." The Latina jokes.

The two blondes look at each other without so much as a smile and then respond to the brunette by downing their shots and making their way towards the door.

"Jeez it was a joke, don't get your panties in a wad. I'll be on my best behavior."

"Less talk, more walk Lopez. So many pledges, so little time." Quinn continues to walk out the front door as she speaks and Santana follows, scowl firmly placed on her lips.

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The cab finally pulls up to Sorority Row and by the looks of it, the Delta Pi's aren't the only ones having a pre-pledge week party.

We were surrounded by dozens of girls and equal amounts of frat guys trying to sweet talk the masses. In a way I know Q. and B. are right, because this is definitely not my scene. Some good could come out of this though, I mean mami always wanted me to join a sorority like the one she was in back when dinosaurs roamed the earth and it definitely wouldn't hurt to make a few new sweet, Sexy, available, Sexy, smart, Sexy friends…did I mention SEXY?

"Hey, James Bond!" A voice shouts from the balcony of a mansion that could feature in a celebrity cribs episode.

They look up to see a grinning Ally waving them over and Santana chuckles at the nickname she totally gave herself for being an ass.

Ally disappears into the house, as the trinity starts making their way through the small crowd of girls in front. The door opens and she greets them, as she takes the final step from the spiral staircase.

"Don't you know that secret agents are usually undercover…hence the secret part? The Latina asked with a quick wink, to let Ally know she can take a joke.

They make their way into the house and quickly notice that this is not a typical party. It looks more like a meet and greet with a bunch of hopefuls trying to kiss ass and get a bid.

"Would you ladies like something to drink?"

"Sure."

"I guess I can help you out." Santana offers.

She follows Allison into the kitchen area, leaving her two blonde friends behind to look around and get acquainted.

"So…what do you think so far?"

"Uhm, it's fine. This is not really my thing but I'm always down for a good time."

"Hmmm, especially when a "Good Time" includes a few pretty sorority girls and one brunette in particular, huh?"

"Wow, you really went there blondie?"

"So you're saying I'm wrong and that you only came tonight because it would kill you not to be a Delta Pi?" Ally questions.

"No, I'm saying you're not as naive as you look. Keep that up, and I may just let you be my friend."

"So, tell me…besides being down for a good time, what else should we know about Santanaaa.."

"Lopez." The latina replies.

"Ok Santana Lopez, tell me why you'd be the perfect fit for our sorority?"

"I suppose I could humor you and pretend to be some sort of prim and proper Latin Barbie, but that would totally go against my absolute need to be badass."

"Ohh please. I'd love to know more about this Latin Barbie. Who would ever refer to you as that anyway? I mean, even though you are sporting a dress that is totally in season, per the Nordstrom sales associate that sold me the same one in black. The red underside of your heels, lets me know that you are no stranger to Mr. Jimmy Chu. Oh, and the MAC make-up that is beautifully adorning your face clearly shouts repressed badass."

"Ok, so maybe I'm a bit well off, but money doesn't define me. I do know what it's like to work hard and earn things for myself. I wasn't born into a trust fund or fed with a silver spoon my entire life. I was however, lucky enough to have parents that wanted to provide me with a better life, and they worked hard to get great careers that could help our family's financial status. I still did chores, I still went to public school, I still moved out here and found a job, even though my mom gave me help I didn't ask for and I still feel most comfortable in a pair of jeans and t-shirt. Alright?"

"Now was that so hard?" Allison shoots the Latina a pointed look. "I'm going to need you to loosen up a bit. If you actually give this a chance, you might find out that most of us do share some things in common."

They both glance over to Quinn and Britney who are now chatting with Tara. Apparently they took too long with the drinks, because all three of them are sipping away, cups in hand. Quinn locks eyes with Santana and sends her a wink before returning to her conversation.

"So, does Latin Barbie have a Ken…I mean, Kenya back at her dream house?"

Santana feels her frustration building again at the blonde's questions.

"Ok, we can drop the Barbie references now."

"Why? I love the fact that you keep giving yourself awful nicknames for me to tease you with. Anyway, answer the question."

"No. I'm a thousand percent single and soooo not looking. Sorry." Santana smirks knowing that Ally has absolutely no interest in her physically, but loves to watch her squirm at the insinuation.

"As If! You may love the ladies, but I am definitely not playing for your team. Judging by your thousand percent single and not looking response, I would assume that the team you're playing for has done you dirty a few times."

"Yea well, lesson learned. I'm better off single." The brunette looks down at the drink in her hand. "Falling in love is over rated. I leave that to fairytale loving saps like you."

"That's fine by me," Allison quickly responds. "I'm a sucker for happy endings."

"Wanky but don't worry Al, your secret is safe with me."

Allison blushes and rolls her eyes, realizing what she just said. She decides it's best to leave the conversation at that before giving Santana anymore ammunition. They walk back towards the staircase to meet the other girls.

"Sorry we took so long ladies, but I see Tara here saved the day. Thanks T."

Tara looks pleased with herself as she adjusts the Delta Pi pin at the top of her short blue dress.

"No problem Ally. We gotta get these newbies to see past the whole "Sorority Girl" image and understand the sisterhood of it all."

"Did you miss me?" Santana whispers to Quinn as she takes in the sight of her twinkling hazel eyes.

"Always." Quinn states and places a sweet kiss to the Latina's cheek. "What were you guys talking about over there?"

"Nothing, just blondie trying to get the up and up on me and my life. She's almost as feisty as you when she is trying to gain the upper hand."

"Oh yea? Well what exactly does she want from you?" Quinn questions with a quirked eyebrow.

"She just had this crazy notion about me being some spoiled brat and I guess I had to set her straight with the facts."

"Yea. Or maybe, she just wanted to get some information to relay back to her friend about the new sexy recruit." Quinn sternly wipes the lip gloss that she had left on the brunette's cheek. "God, you can be so oblivious sometimes."

"Ok, so are you mad at me or something? Because if you are, you can spare me the guessing game and tell me exactly what I did wrong between the kitchen and here."

What in the Jekyll and Hyde is up with Q.? I mean one second, she's giving me a kiss and the next she's practically assaulting my cheek trying to wipe it away. What the hell is in her cup? Did they spike the punch?

"You didn't do anything Santana. You never do anything. Just like after Valen…"

"Hello everyone..."

Quinn is cut off by the greeting coming from the top of the staircase.

"Thank you all so much for coming out tonight and taking the first steps to becoming a part of Delta Pi. We want you all to have a great time and get to know a little more about our chapter."

Santana instantly falls into a trance, as several thoughts cloud her mind.

Man, she is even more beautiful than the first time I saw her. That black dress is screaming take me off, I wonder if I'm the only one who hears it? Why is she giving a speech? I think I'm drooling, yup I'm drooling. Focus Lopez, there may be a pop quiz later.

"At Delta Pi we believe in many things, like trust, loyalty, friendship and family. We believe in creating lifelong bonds and the perfect atmosphere to individually and academically excel during our years at NYU and beyond. We also show our community support by donating our time and money through two philanthropic causes. Miracles Through Music Foundation and The Safe and Sound Network are two causes that our house has supported for many years and will continue to do so with your helping hand. Please feel free to ask any questions to the ladies wearing their Delta Pi pins. By the way, I'm Jennifer Grayson, president of Delta Pi. I probably should have started with that little tidbit, and I hope we can find some future sisters amongst you all. Thanks again for joining us and keep your eyes peeled for a bid."

Jennifer offers the crowd a tender smile and makes her way downstairs to mingle with the masses. She knows exactly where she wants to go first and the fact that her best friends are standing beside her target, makes it a little less intimidating.

Jen also has a few things weighing on her mind.

I figured Santana passed Ally's relentless perfect match test, since she didn't come upstairs to badger me about my standards. I think I have perfect standards. It's not my fault that most of the people I date can't handle dating a Grayson. They just don't understand how important it is for me to uphold my family's reputation, but that doesn't mean I'm not my own person.

She tries to clear her thoughts as she approaches the group.

"Hey Brittany, so glad you guys could make it." Jennifer greets the blue eyed girl first.

"No problem. We're happy to be here. Pretty classy shindig you have going on here." Brittany looks around for emphasis, as Jennifer turns to Quinn.

"Hello Quinn, how are you?"

"Peachy, thanks for asking. Nice speech by the way, impeccable timing." Quinn does her best to grin at the offending girl, but does very little to hide the sarcasm.

"Thank you, I was actually super nervous. I was never that great at public speaking, unlike the rest of my family."

"You did awesome Jen." Tara does her best to compliment her friend. "I mean, after having to hear you rehearse it twenty times over, I could basically recite the damn thing myself."

"Ok note to self, Tara sucks at keeping her mouth shut." The embarrassment is clearly shown by the hint of pink on Jennifer's cheeks.

"Who are you trying to impress my captain?"

Jennifer's eyes widen at the statement and Tara tries her best to recover.

"Oh, umm yea. So, I think Ally is calling me…Coming!" Tara walks toward the kitchen and leaves Jen to finally make eye contact with the one person she'd been waiting to see.

"What do you call cheese that's not yours?" Santana spits out the question, but doesn't wait for Jennifer's response before belting out the punch line. "Nacho Cheese!"

Jen chuckles at the Latina who just made a complete fool of herself.

"Thank you, I think you have a future in standup comedy."

"Now we're both embarrassed, just thought I should even out the playing field." Santana replies.

Ally finally joins the conversation and decides that she should help the two foolish brunettes along.

"So Jenny, Santana here has yet to see the house. Maybe you could give her a tour?" She smiles at her friend then gently nudges her towards Santana.

"Uhhh, Yes of course. I could show you around if you'd like?"

Brittany, who has been silent throughout this entire exchange, decides that's not such a good idea.

Think Britt, think. You can't just let them walk off together. If you don't snap out of it, you are going to lose Santana for good. Do something!

"You know, I think I'd like to join the tour as well. I mean, we all know that I can be a little forgetful at times. So maybe this would help me remember where…all…umm, where all the…bathrooms are. Yea, you know just in case."

Brittany links her pinky with Santana and mentally praises herself for her quick thinking.

"Okay, whatever helps." Jenny replies trying not to let her disappointment show. "Are you coming as well Quinn?"

Quinn looks to the Latina before deciding her response. Apparently, it goes unnoticed as Santana's eyes are glued to Jennifer.

"No. You guys go ahead."

With that, the three women start making their way through the house. Brittany hanging on to Santana as if her life depended on it and Santana pretending to care about the tour she's currently being guided through.

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God this was such a mistake. Not only is Britt acting like a total clinger, but little Miss Perfect is swooning over Tana. She didn't even listen to what I was telling her. As soon as Jennifer started her yapping, it was as if I didn't even exist. It's taking everything in me not to slap that stupid grin off of Miss America's fa…

"Uhm, do you need another drink."

Quinn is brought back to reality and turns to look at the culprit. Her first thought is to tell him she's not interested in whatever corny pick-up line he's about to throw her way, but instead she gives him a once over. He could definitely be in any Abercrombie catalog; in fact, she is almost sure he is one of the shirtless models displayed at the front of the store. He's wearing an athletic fit, white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The top buttons of the shirt are undone, and a blue and white striped tie is hanging a bit loose, to match the open buttons. He has on dark blue jeans and some white chucks. He has a perfect tan along with pearly white teeth. His bright blue eyes compliment his short shaggy brown hair.

"Wh-What?" Quinn manages to respond.

"Your cup, it's kind of destroyed."

Quinn looks down to see the cup crushed in her hand. Thank God she'd finished the contents, if not she'd feel even more foolish right now.

"Oh, right. Yea, I was.."

"No need for an explanation. I know all about cup wars, I've won a few battles myself. Let me grab you another drink."

He quickly grabs two glasses from the silver tray placed on the table behind them, handing one to the frazzled blonde.

"Here you go, I don't think you can break through this top-of-the-line glass." He smiles and looks to her for a response.

"Thanks. So, are you pledging Delta Pi too?" Quinn jokingly asks.

"I tried, but they said I was too ugly and something about me always wanting attention."

"Right. So, why stay here then?"

"I'm actually the president of Kappa Omega. We are the Delta's brother fraternity."

"Well Mr. President…"

"Please, call me Liam. Wouldn't want anyone to feel intimidated by the presence of a celebrity."

"Ok, nice to meet you Liam. I'm Quinn and I'm not intimated by you in the least."

"Hmm, beautiful and tough? Maybe we should take this outside?"

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Hmm, maybe I'm going about this all wrong. I mean San is obviously playing hard to get and this Grayson girl isn't helping the situation. Maybe what I have to do is make Santana jealous. God I don't want her to be mad at me, but look at her. She's actually paying attention to what Jennifer has to say about the damn house. The Santana I knew, would have already found the nearest bedroom and had me screaming her name in seven different languages. God bless Lord T. and his Rosetta Stone. Anyway, time to try a different approach.

"Hey San, I almost forgot Tara wanted to talk to me about my performing arts major. Are you good here?"

"Yea. I think I can manage." Santana looks at her friend with a quirked eyebrow and matching scowl.

"K, talk to you later." The blonde kisses Santana on the cheek before walking away.

"She's nice." Jenny comments while looking towards the blonde, who's now talking to Tara.

"Yea, she is pretty sweet." the Latina agrees.

"And she's really pretty." Jennifer adds to her previous compliment.

"Beautiful." Santana counters.

"And she has a great sense of humor. She's really funny."

"Um, do you want me to give you her phone number?" Santana asks after feeling like Jenny might not be as into her as she'd thought. "I mean, I can put in a good word for you if you want?"

"No!" Jennifer shouts "I just thought she was your…I mean, it seemed like you two were…"

"We're just friends. I mean, Britt and I did date for a while, but we've always been best friends."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Maybe I don't need Tara to embarrass me. I seem to be doing a good job of that myself, huh?"

"I think it's cute when you blush." Santana smiles at Jen, as she takes notice of her pink cheeks. "Yea kinda like that." She points out.

"Well I think it's pretty adorable how you can always manage to make me blush." Jennifer shyly responds.

Their eyes lock and the Latina can feel her body moving towards the awaiting brunette. She can hear Jennifer's breath hitch in her throat the closer they get. Jennifer absent mindedly licks her lips and takes notice of the plump ones that are approaching hers. They lean in and begin to close the gap.

"Oh my god! What are those two doing?"

They're broken from their decent towards each other's lips by two snickering girls. At first they thought the two girls were referring to them, but as Santana turns her head to confirm, she sees all eyes on Brittany. The blonde is currently teaching Tara the true meaning of a lap dance and apparently these sorority girls let class go straight out the window, because they are loving this tutorial.

Jenny shakes her head and chuckles at the scene. "I heard she was a great dancer too."

"Yea, I'm sure your friend Tara would say the same." She replies with an eye roll.

Santana walks off hoping to find the quiet deck she had seen during her not so exciting tour. As she makes it to the door, she hears a familiar giggle coming from the deck area.

You have got to be fucking kidding me! She thinks to herself. First Britt and now Q.? What is it with these blondes and their public displays of affection? I mean, granted she only has her hand on his forearm, but still. Who the hell is this pretty boy anyway? Doesn't he know he's barking up the wrong tree? There's no way he's getting it in with Quinn. Why the fuck do I care? It's not like I couldn't be with Britt or Quinn if I wanted to. I'm just trying to spare myself the aftermath of a complicated hook-up. If they want to be with those two losers, it's cool with me. I was made for solos anyway, it's a way of life and the only one that has ever worked for me.

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"Hey Q. I'm ready to go. Have you seen San?"

"Uh no, I thought she was with you."

"No, she definitely hasn't been with us." Tara chimes in with a grin plastered on her face.

"Ok. Well, try her cell." Quinn replies trying not to care about the Latina's whereabouts, as she remembers the last person she saw her with. "I'm sure she's probably off somewhere getting some one on one attention."

Brittany tries not to read too far into that comment, but she can't help but notice the tinge of jealousy in Quinn's voice before she responds. "I did. She's not answering. I'll just grab a cab, she probably went home already."

"I can take you home if you want Britt." Tara offers "Just let me tell Ally and Jen. I'll be right back."

Brittany looks to Quinn noticing the handsome frat guy who has apparently been standing there the whole time.

"So are you coming, or…" She trails off as she looks over at Liam.

"Oh, sorry Britt. This is Liam." He politely shakes her hand.

"Nice to meet you Brittany. I don't mind taking you home Quinn. I mean, if you're not ready to go yet."

Tara makes her way back to the deck "Ok, I let Ally know I was dropping you off. I couldn't find Jen, so I hope she doesn't need my help. You guys ready?"

Quinn can't believe Santana is already sleeping with Jen. She should have known that the Latina will never change. All she cares about is getting off and it really doesn't have shit to do with feelings.

"Um, I'll meet you back home Britt."

There's no point in going home, if all she's going to walk into is Santana having her way with her newest conquest. Liam seems nice enough and maybe he is just the distraction she needs.

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