Waking up the next morning, it felt like I had been soccer punched in the head. I groaned loudly in annoyance and groggily brought my hands up to wipe my eyes and move the tangled hair out of my face. The last thing I remembered was watching Elaine walk out of the club before I slipped behind the bar and made myself another drink- and then another one, and another one, until the night slipped away into one big blur. Now that I'm thinking about it, that used to be quite a common response for me in regards to anything Elaine, and it appeared that although five months had passed, that still remained the same.

I frowned at the thought of the brunette and inwardly rolled my eyes at her making an appearance last night. It was typical of her, to just show up and expect me to listen to her like nothing had changed between us. It was always the same with her; lie, disappear, and then come back and try to worm herself back into my life. But, it was different for me now. She left and I changed, I didn't want to listen to her excuses that meant nothing and I didn't want to hear how sorry she was, because they were always nothing but lies.

Brittany would never lie to me, I bet. I smiled dreamily as a different pair of blue eyes took over my mind, my new favourite shade of blue.

I cuddled further into my silk sheets and sighed as all of the events of the night before came flooding back. I can't believe that we danced together, I can't believe that Brittany invited me to dance with her. Dancing with Brittany was so different to dancing with anybody else, and owning a club, I've danced with a whole lot of people. None of those made me feel like Brittany did, my body had felt so alive. All of those touches, her skin against mine, Brittany started a fire within me and I wanted it to keep burning for as long as possible. Brittany was sexy and mysterious, but in the best way, and I don't think I could ever dance with anybody else now that I have experienced what it is like to dance with her.

Just thinking about Brittany had my stomach filling with a warmth that was becoming so familiar. But, just as I closed my eyes to indulge into dreams all Brittany centered, my bedroom door was flying open and I snapped my head to see three familiar grins.

I groaned again at the sight, "What the fuck are you three doing in my apartment?"

"Oh, you're so welcome for looking after you after you decided to get completely obliterated last night," I frowned at Rachel's sarcasm and tugged my covers further around my body as they came to join me on my bed.

"I didn't ask you to do that, I'm a big girl," I told them with a roll of my eyes, wincing at the slight pain that shot through my head.

"Well, I guess you don't need us to give you these pills then," Kurt shrugged and went to put the water and aspirin onto my bedside table.

"No, no," I pouted and reached for it, "Gimme, please." Kurt sniggered and handed me the goods as I attempted to pull myself, slowly, into a sitting position. I then looked at Rachel with a confused frown after I placed the water onto the table beside my bed once I had taken the tablets, "What are you doing here, you weren't even at work last night?" The three of them shared looks of amusement and I instantly wished that I didn't ask that question because I noticed how a smirk spread on Rachel's face. Crap, couldn't they just wait until tonight when my hangover isn't pounding my brains out to interrogate me?

"Well...I heard from Kurt and Rachel here about some news regarding your favourite blonde dancer," Rachel teased and I turned to glare at Kurt and Quinn.

"You two suck," I told them and folded my arms over my chest.

Quinn laughed loudly and nudged me with her foot from the other side of the bed. I bit my lip nervously under their curious eyes but remained silent. "So, are you going to tell us about this mystery woman? Don't think that I didn't see you both grinding on each other in the middle of the dance floor."

My eyes widened and I could feel heat instantly rushing to my cheeks, but I still couldn't stop the small smile from tugging at my lips. Kurt chuckled, his eyebrows wiggling playfully, "Damn...Snix has it bad."

"Shut up," I mumbled, elbowing him in the ribs, "and her name is Brittany."

"Brittany?" Rachel beamed widely, bouncing excitedly on her knees and I could see that she was itching to know more.

I nodded, sighing quietly before rolling my eyes because I knew that they weren't going to give up until I told them more about what went down between us last night. Not that I expected any less from them, they had been teasing me about her for months now. "Fine," I groaned, "we danced and then we went upstairs and just talked. Well, until that fucking bitch decided to turn up."

I watched as their expressions turned to a mixture of sympathetic and angry. Well, it was mostly Quinn that looked angry. "She's got a fucking nerve," Quinn snapped and then softened when she noticed me flinch slightly, "sorry."

"No, you're right," I smiled at her with a small shrug, I understood why Quinn got so angry at the mention of Elaine because who were the ones that had to pick up and collect the pieces of my broken heart when Elaine left? Quinn, Rachel and Kurt. "You know, when I saw her again, all I could think of was how pissed I was that she interrupted me when I was finally talking to Brittany," I laughed, "I didn't want to listen to her or hear her out for once, I just wanted Brittany."

"So... did you at least get her number?" Quinn asked and I pouted again, shaking my head. "Why the fuck not?"

"Because fucking Elaine!" I whined childishly and then looked at them with a grin, remembering Brittany's last words from the night before, "but she's coming back tonight!"

"You're gonna ask for her number?" Kurt prompted and I just rolled my eyes again, because they were really too fucking much.

"Yes, okay, just let's drop it. I'm not going to act all crazy around her and that means that you're going to stay far away if you see us together tonight, got it?" I told them all in the most threatening voice I could muster through my raging headache. They all nodded simultaneously and I smirked, "good. Now, get the fuck out of my apartment. I need to get ready and go to the club to prep the dancers for tonight."

Ten minutes later, I was alone in my apartment and letting the warm water of the shower cascade over my skin. I closed my eyes with a small smile, enjoying the way my skin burned under the heat of the water droplets and allowed my mind to wonder back to a certain blonde. It was already after one, which meant it was less than nine hours until I got to see her again, and that still felt like way too far away.

Brittany seemed like the kind of woman that I wouldn't ever get enough of, even if I was to be with her every minute of everyday, that somehow didn't seem like enough time with her. Brittany oozed with an aura that seemed so positive and innocent, despite how suggestive and risky her moves were when she danced. They were like a complete contrast of each other. That one conversation we had last night replayed in my mind over and over and I couldn't get it to fade, it only intensified with each repetitive motion. Long wavy blonde hair, those bright blue eyes and that silky voice, I was addicted and Brittany was so addictive that I couldn't focus on anything else but her; even when she wasn't around, my mind was completely fixated on her.

It was strange, because I had never been like this or felt like this. Normally it was the other way around and I had women begging me to go on dates- even with Elaine, it took months of friendship before my feelings developed into something more. But with Brittany, everything felt different. We had one conversation and I already felt all of those cliché butterflies and feelings that people usually described in those cheesy high school movies. But, even before then, the months of watching her dance, it was like I was watching her express everything she felt through her body and how it moved.

"God, you're so fucking screwed," I mumbled to myself and stepped out of the shower.

It actually didn't take long for me to get ready for the club; once I put on some music, it was easier for me to drown out the never-ending thoughts of Brittany swirling around in my mind and I could focus on putting together an outfit. Within the next thirty minutes, I was looking at myself in the mirror with a small smirk on my lips. My eyes trailed from my feet, to my head- I had on a pair of thigh high black heeled boots and some tight black shorts that barely covered my ass, with a black lacy bralette which made my boobs pop out and left my abs on show. My long hair was curled, falling over my shoulders, and I had only applied light make up. I knew that I looked hot and I hoped that Brittany would think so, too. This was a typical choice of work clothes for me, especially for a Saturday night when the dancers were out, but I found myself hoping to only catch the attention of the specific blonde that was becoming a permanent resident in my mind.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my car keys, because once again the blonde had managed to creep back into my thoughts. After locking up and making my way down to my parked car, I checked my phone and groaned when noticing a message from Kurt.

Kurt: Where the fuck are you? Too busy daydreaming about Brittany?

Santana: Fuck you, I'm on my way. Also I'm YOUR boss, lady lips.

Luckily, the club was only a few blocks away and soon enough, I was quickly walking backstage through a mess of dancers getting ready and trying to slip away into my office to respond to any emails before I had to prep everything for the evening.

However, as soon as my ass hit the leather of the chair at my desk, my office door was opening and Kurt appeared. I groaned loudly, "knock much?"

Kurt huffed and walked over, slumping himself down on the couch beside my desk. "Santana, now isn't the time for your never ending sass!"

"You may be my friend, Kurt, but I can still fire your ass," I told him and logged onto my computer, "what's crawled up your ass and died anyway?"

"I don't think you should be giving me attitude like that when I've got some top secret information for you," Kurt teased and I rolled my eyes.

"You finally got yourself a new dildo that stops you from being so uptight?" I asked dryly.

Kurt glared at me and I laughed at his unamused expression. "You remember that woman from Vogue, Isabelle Wright?" He asked me and I nodded hesitantly, my interest perking up as I looked at him over the top of my computer. "Well, she emailed me earlier to tell me that she will be coming in tonight to take some action shots of the dancers and all of their outfits need to be perfect! This could be a really big deal for the club and for me as a designer!"

"Holy shit!" I gasped, my eyes widening as I pushed myself away from my desk slightly.

"I know!" He agreed and then frowned when I stood up. "Where are you going? I thought you had work to do?"

"Not now, this is huge!" I told him and motioned for him to follow me. Kurt stood up hesitantly, "come on, we've got to go warn everybody to be on top form and make sure everybody is prepared!" I paused in my step and then turned to him with a small smile, "Thanks for this Kurt, I know that you really pushed for this and have been really trying to get her to come here to see your work. I'm sure she's going to love the pieces that you've created."

"Santana," he grinned, "I think that is the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

I smirked at him as he dramatically held his hand over his chest, and pushed him away from me playfully. "Don't get used to it, I'm still on a Brittany high," Kurt laughed loudly and followed me out of my office as we both walked to the joining dressing rooms to inform the dancers of what would be going down. "Okay, listen up, ladies!" I called as we entered and successfully got all eyes on us, as well as a quietened room. "There's a woman coming tonight from and she's going to be talking some photographs of you all in action, so please, for the love of God, be on your best behavior and let's not fuck it up. You wouldn't be working here if you all weren't the best of the best, so just do what you normally do and we won't have any problems. Got it?"

"Got it, Ms. Lopez," They all responded with excitement and I grinned.

"Now, we need to make sure you're all looking your best so Kurt is going to stay here and help you all prep. I'm going to go out and set up the stages and the poles, and let Rachel know that we're going to change up the set list a little bit. Let's get ready to kick some ass!" I clapped my hands and everybody snapped into motion, hurrying around to prepare for the night. Glancing down at my watch and noticing that it was almost three and we had only four hours until opening, I hurried out of the dressing room in search for Rachel.

Of course, I rolled my eyes when noticing her leaned against the bar talking aimlessly to Quinn. "Rachel, if I didn't need you tonight, I would fire you. What the fuck are you doing just sitting around?" I snapped in annoyance when approaching the two of them.

"Santana, you know that the more times you threaten to fire us the less effective it becomes?" Quinn laughed and I sent her my best bitch glare, which wiped the smile straight off of her face.

"Now isn't the time to press my Snix buttons, Fabgay," I warned her and sat down on one of the bar stools next to Rachel. "Listen, Kurt just informed me that somebody from will be coming tonight and-"

"Are you serious?!"

"Yes, Rachel, and interrupt me again and I'll bitch slap you so hard," I told her.

"You get mean when you're stressed," Rachel mumbled and I crossed my arms across my chest defensively because I really don't. I just don't like being interrupted.

"Babe, I think you should just listen to what S is going to say," Quinn encouraged Rachel and I sent her a thankful smile. Quinn was always wise in situations like this and always knew better than to push me.

Rachel nodded with a small frown and turned back to me. I smirked at how easily it was for Rachel to shut up and listen; if only I knew that it was that easy back in high school, glee club would be much more tolerable. "Quinn, I need you to be on top form tonight and make sure everything goes smoothly, call in Sugar if you need any help for all I care, got it?" Quinn nodded, then slowly began reaching in her pocket for her phone and I turned to Rachel. "Rachel, we can't be singing no depressing ass shit tonight. You're going to come with me right now and we're going to put together a new setlist. If you need a break, you come to me and I will switch out with you and sing. We can switch over to the DJ when she's gone, got it?" Rachel nodded quickly and I smirked, "let's go, Berry. We've got to do this quickly and then run through it all with the girls before we open."

"Miss Wright, I'm Santana Lopez, I own Snix. It's such an honor that you're here tonight," I smiled my award winning smile at her as Kurt brought her over to introduce us and she smiled widely at me.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I've heard many great things about your club. Please call me Isabelle," She smiled and held out her hand for me to shake.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to come and grab me, I will be floating around. Can I get you a drink or anything?" I offered her, watching as she shook her head while her eyes scanned around the club, seemingly taking everything in.

"No, thank you," Isabelle declined. "This place is incredible, you must have worked very hard," she complimented and I could feel my cheeks burning.

I nodded in agreement to her words. "A lot of blood, sweat and tears," we both laughed knowingly, "but it was so worth it."

"It's nice that you're so involved in the running, you don't find many business owners like that. You can tell the difference between those places and this one," Isabelle told me and I smiled, because I knew the truth behind her words; there was a reason why Snix's was the best of the best. "I'll just be around snapping photographs of the dancers, if you want me to capture anything in particular just come and find me. It should only take around thirty minutes," I nodded and watched as she slipped away into the crowd and let out a breath that I didn't even realize I was holding.

This wasn't the first time that Snix's got some kind of press coverage, but was a huge deal and a lot more success for the place could be riding on this going well. I was usually good at handling my nerves but with Isabelle here and knowing that Brittany could also turn up at any given moment.

I could feel them buzzing around my entire body and I knew that if I didn't have a couple of shots in my system within the next few seconds, I was either going to pass out or vomit, and neither of them options would be pretty on the cover of Vogue.

Quinn, who was seemingly a mind reader, pushed a small glass across the bar to me, "Tequila."

I grinned and was quick to shot it back, my eyes scrunching shut from the burning sensation that slipped down my throat, "thanks, Q, maybe another?"

Quinn just silently passed me another shot and it made me feel a bit calmer, "it'll be fine, S, stop worrying too much." Quinn took the empty shot glasses away and gave me a look of encouragement, "when have we ever let you down?"

"I just need this to go well," I mumbled and looked around the club, spotting Isabelle with Kurt beside one of the poles; she was smiling as she snapped a couple of photographs and the nerves seemed to settle just a tiny bit more. "You're right, we've got this," I nodded a bit more confidently and Quinn nodded with a smirk before disappearing down the bar to serve a customer.

With a bit more alcohol in my system, I walked further into the crowd and appreciated that everything seemed to be going well. I watched as all of the dancers handled themselves like professionals and silently reminded myself to give them all a bonus for tonight- see, I could be nice when I wanted to be. Rachel was doing great on stage, which I never really doubted, and Quinn and Sugar were handling the bar effortlessly.

It was almost like a normal Saturday night, with only one person missing: Brittany.

Having her here would totally help keep me calm, she was like my freaking reverse kryptonite. I looked down at my watch: 10:03pm, which means that she should be here any moment now.

I was getting antsy with the anticipation of seeing her and from the excitement of the night, and I knew that I had to distract myself before I lost all composure. I glanced over to Rachel and bit down on my lip, she wouldn't mind, would she? I approached her quickly, just as the song she was singing was coming to an end and hopped up onto the stage. "I'll take over the next one," I stage-whispered when she looked at me with wide eyes and she just nodded, "give me your ear-piece."

Rachel quickly took off the ear-piece and I attached the mic to my ear, smirking as I turned to the crowd seductively. "We're going to get some sexiness up in this bitch, are you all ready?" I asked the crowd, who all cheered in response; they all loved performances from me, which didn't really happen as often as they used to, and all of the regulars at the club knew that. I don't think that I had actually performed since the whole mess with Elaine happened.

Feeling the encouragement from the crowd and the introduction of the next song, I smirked and walked over to the pole in the middle of the stage. If only my Mami could see me now- she would throw a fit!

Throw it up, throw it up (throw up)
Watch it all fall out (fall out)
Pour it up, pour it up (pour up)
That's how we ball out (ball out)
Throw it up, throw it up (throw up)
Watch it all fall out (fall out)
Pour it up, pour it up (pour up)
That's how we ball out

As I sang the intro to the song, the crowd cheered loudly and it was all I needed to hear to really get into the performance. I grabbed the pole with both hands and rolled my hips into it, luckily all of those night-classes in college came in useful and I knew how to work a pole (yeah, let's not make a joke about the lesbian being able to work a pole!).

I continued to walk seductively around the pole, singing to one of Rihanna's sexiest songs and knew that I made the right decision in coming up here to perform. Performing at the club with freaking awesome and gave me so much thrill, I actually kind of missed it.

Strip club and dollar bills
I still got more money
Patron shots, can I get a refill?
I still got more money
Strippers goin' up and down that pole
And I still got more money
Four o'clock and we ain't going home
'Cause I still got more money
Money make the world go 'round
I still got more money
Bands make your girl go down
And I still got more money
Lot more where that came from
I still got more money
The look in your eyes, I know you want some
I still got more money

I moved my body naturally around the pole, doing the most complex of moves as if they were as easy as breathing, and they almost were. My long hair was flowed as my head rolled back and my hips moved sensually, and I knew that I was the freaking best as selling sex to the crowd through my dancing. Almost as good as-

Fuck. Brittany.

As the thought of those blue eyes came to my mind, I glanced into the crowd to see them staring back at me widely with nothing but fascination. I gulped and continued the performance, not faltering as I walked over to the edge of the stage and directly in front of her. I smirked, watching as her chest seemed to rise and fall just that much quicker the closer I got to her. I continued singing, putting even more into the performance and dropped to my knees in front of her. I rolled my body and kept my eyes locked on her, watching her intently as she licked her lips and her eyes dropped to scan across my body lustfully.

I could see her hands twitching at her sides, as if they were dying to reach out and touch me, and I made that decision for her as I reached out for her hands. Her mouth dropped open slightly as I rolled my body on the ground and brought her hands to graze across my stomach and chest, before letting them go and watching as they fell to the side of her.

Throw it up, throw it up
Watch it all fall out
Pour it up, pour it up
That's how we ball out
Throw it up, throw it up
Watch it all fall out
Pour it up, pour it up
That's how we ball out
That's how we ball out
That's how we ball out
That's how we ball out

The song came to an end and I winked at Brittany, before lifting my body back up and making my way back to center stage. I watched with a small smirk as the crowd cheered, taking a bashful bow, before handing the ear-piece back to Rachel and jumping back down from the stage. I didn't hesitate in seeking out a familiar blonde, and I could see her frozen to the spot a couple of meters away from me, her eyes still wide and her mouth still hanging open.

I swayed my hips as I approached her, my smirk widening and my confidence growing, and came to a stop in front of her.

"You came back," I teased playfully and watched as her eyes dropped not-so-subtly down to my lips.

I let my tongue drag across my bottom lip slowly and Brittany seemed to snap out of her internal daze. "Santana... That was- You," She stuttered out breathlessly, then her blue eyes met mine and she took a small step closer to me. "That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life," Brittany told me quietly.

I grinned, my cheeks burning, and fluttered my lashes at her, "you must not have ever seen yourself then."

Brittany's cheeks got that adorable red tint to them and I was seconds away from reaching out and grabbing her hips, but it seemed to be a common occurrence for us to get interrupted at the worst of times.

"Ms. Lopez?" I jumped and stepped away from Brittany slightly, turning around to find Kurt and Isabelle approaching.

"Hi, did you manage to get everything that you needed?" I asked her politely, quickly snapping back into professional mode. I could see Kurt looking apologetically between me and Brittany from behind her and subtly shook my head to reassure him that it was okay.

"I got everything and more! That performance was incredible," Isabelle gushed and I ducked my head shyly, a small smile coming to my lips. "Oh, don't be so modest! That was the best thing I have seen in my life! I'll definitely be back some time in the future. Congratulations, Ms. Lopez, you've got an amazing business on your hands and even better dancers."

"Wow, thank you so much!" I said excitedly, "You're welcome back anytime!"

Isabelle smiled knowingly as she looked at Brittany and then back to me, and I watched with bursting happiness as she walked away with Kurt. I squealed with excitement, bouncing on my toes, and turned to Brittany. "Oh my fucking God! Oh my God," Brittany raised her eyebrows, almost questioningly. "That was Isabelle Wright, from Vogue, she was doing a piece on the dancers tonight!"

Brittany's eyes widened and her smile immediately matched mine, "That's amazing, Santana! She's right though, this place is truly something else," I grinned widely.

I looked at her with a small smile, "Want a drink?"

Brittany shook her head, stepping closer to me and I could feel my heart rate speed up at the closing distance between us. "I wanna dance with you again," she whispered and without another word, she was reaching down for my hand and pulling me back into the crowd.

She pulled me into her just as the music switched over from Rachel singing to the DJ and I shivered under her touch as she trailed her fingers from my waist and up the sides of my stomach. My hands roamed across her body and I could feel her grip slide back down to my hips and she pulled me closer, our bodies coming flushed together as we swayed to the music. I could feel the intensity of her moves and how they caused an internal spiral inside of my body, how it felt like sparks were flying between us from all of the touching.

Brittany's head came to rest against mine and I almost whimpered, feeling her warm and heavy breath hitting against my lips. My eyes fluttered shut involuntarily and Brittany slipped her thigh between my leg when I rolled my hips into her and I couldn't stop the quiet moan from tumbling from my lips. I was going into complete sensory overload and Brittany was the center of all of the senses, I couldn't get enough of her.

Her grip on my hips tightened and I could feel her breath on my neck as she panted into my ear. "Yeah, you're definitely my new favourite dance partner," She husked into my ear and my head rolled onto her shoulder at the sound of her voice.

"Brittany," I whimpered and the sound of her heavenly giggles filled my ears. I pulled my head back to look at her and she smirked at me, and I didn't think that I could get any more turned on than I was in this moment.

"Wanna get that drink?" She asked, breathlessly and I nodded my head quickly, because I knew that if we continued dancing like this then it would result in me taking her right here in the middle of the dance floor.

I slipped her hand in mine and pulled her to the bar, and just like yesterday, I quickly went to work in pouring us a drink. "Vodka and orange?" I asked her with a smile and she nodded shyly, "and don't even think about reaching into your purse."

Brittany bit down on her lip and rolled her eyes playfully, "is that how you sweeten up all of the ladies?"

I scrunched my nose up and laughed, "is that what you think I'm doing?" I teased and Brittany giggled as I handed her the drink, "I think that I have already got you exactly where I want you."

Brittany rose one of her eyebrows, taking a sip of her drink, "and where's that?"

I stepped out from behind the bar and she twisted on the bar stool to face me. I took a step closer to her, between her legs and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "right here, with me," I rasped into her ear and chuckled when she visibly gulped. I put my drink down on the bar and flattened the palms of my hands against her thighs, taking a step closer to her, "You're so beautiful," I told her, my eyes scanning her face and taking in just how fucking attractive she looked.

Under the red lights hanging above the bar area, she was glowing and her beauty was intoxicating. I felt completely drunk, and not just from the alcohol, as I appreciated being so close to Brittany.

"You're a real charmer, aren't you, Lopez?" Brittany smirked at me through her blush and I just shrugged playfully.

"Only for the women that are worth it," I told her truthfully.

"And I am? Worth it?" Brittany asked.

I grinned widely and nodded, "You're worth it all, Brittany," I told her and fuck, that smile, her smile was worth everything. "Wanna go dance again?" I asked her when noticing that she had picked up her drink and finished it with another couple of gulps.

Brittany shook her head, placing her glass back on the bar, and trailed her hand down my arm. "No, I just want to talk to you," she whispered.

"Should we go somewhere quieter?" I asked her, and Brittany stood up from the stool, her body grazing across mine as she did.

"Lead the way, Santana."