If you were to tell me back in high school that I would own the best club in New York, I probably would have agreed, because I was awesome.

However, if you were to tell me back in high school that the Gay-Berry twins would be working alongside me everyday, I probably would have gone on a ten minute tangent on how you should never put things like that out into the universe, because Rachel and Kurt- they were much less awesome. But here I was, going into my second year at the top of the business, with my two best friends (and tell anybody that, I would seriously go all Snix) right by my side. I love my job, I love my club and everything that I built from nothing, and I was proud that I managed to prove everybody wrong when they would tell me that I would amount to being nothing but a bitch after high school. Sure, I was still a bitch, but now, I was a successful bitch and everybody knew it.

I stood up on the balcony of the club, overlooking everything and trying to find focus on the particular one woman that usually caught my eye. It was Friday night, and I was waiting for the crowd to part to reveal blonde hair and delicious abs that I had memorized. I couldn't stop thinking about that gorgeous body and that gorgeous blonde. I didn't know what it was but I couldn't get enough and this mystery girl, she had me wanting to know everything about her. Every Friday and Saturday, she would turn up around ten and absolutely captivate everybody with her dancing, and then disappear again until the next week.

I didn't know whether it was just the mystery of the woman, or her talent, but I was hooked, and I found myself in the same position every weekend, waiting patiently for the blonde to show up again.

"Stalking again?" I jumped out of my thoughts of a certain blonde as the voice came up behind her, whispering teasingly in my ear.

"Fucking hell," I gasped, holding my hand to my heart that was now rapidly thumping, and turned around to glare at Kurt, who was sniggering in amusement.

"You know, you should just go down there and talk to her," Kurt told me in his annoying knowing voice, taking a seat on the stool that I had abandoned in preference of standing against the railing, hoping that it would get me a better look at the woman when she arrived.

Kurt watched with a small smirk and I rolled my eyes at him. "I can't do that," I huffed in annoyance, folding my arms across my chest. I hated how well he had learned to read me, and I hated that he felt like he could call me out on it without getting Snixxed.

"You're Santana Lopez, you can do anything," Kurt said playfully, nudging me with his foot. He watched with raised brows as I shrunk further into myself all defensively and I could see that he had to bite back any further teasing. He had known me for years, and it wasn't like me to not be confident when picking up a woman, so I knew that Kurt understood that this crush, or whatever I had going on for this woman, was serious.

"Did you just come up here to annoy me, Lady, because I'm busy," I grumbled in annoyance and turned back to the people below us, still waiting patiently for the first sighting of the blonde.

"Doing what? Daydreaming about a certain blonde dancer?" Kurt laughed, "Come on, Santana, just go talk to her!"

"If I come down, will you leave me alone for the rest of the night?" I groaned in annoyance, refraining from punching him directly in his smirking mouth.

Kurt nodded with a smug look on his face and I knew that I had to get my shit together. So, I brought the drink in my hand to my lips and downed the rest of my rum and coke, before giving Kurt a final glare and stomping down to the stairs. I mumbled under my breath, cursing Kurt out, and almost passed out when I reached the bottom to find a familiar looking Blonde in the middle of the crowd.

My breath hitched in my throat and I felt that familiar warmth in the pit of my stomach as I watched her body move. She had a tight blue dress on that stopped mid-thigh, showing off her long milky legs that should be illegal, and it had a slit down her chest, revealing the bottom of her breasts and some of those delicious abs. Her blonde hair was straight and I could see from a distance that she only had light make up on, but she was still the most beautiful person I had ever seen. The longer I stared at her as she moved, the harder it became to stand on my wobbly legs and I slowly made my way to the bar, still not pulling my eyes away from the captivating movements.

"Q!" I shouted, licking my lips. The blonde turned to me, "rum and coke, please."

"Anything for you, Ms. Lopez," Quinn teased as she walked over to me and in any other instance, I would have made a bitchy comment in response, but I couldn't pull my focus away from the dancer. "Go talk to her," Quinn laughed and pushed the glass over to me.

I rolled my eyes because did everybody now know about my infatuation for this woman? "Whatever, Quinn," I mumbled, taking a few big gulps of the drink to settle my sudden nerves and in hopes that it would fuel me with enough confidence to approach her.

My eyes remained trained on her, not moving as she rolled her body and her hips in time with the music, and I wanted nothing more than to go over to her and reach out for her hips and pull her against me. Fuck, what I would do to feel her skin against mine. I gulped at the thought, leaning against the bar and subconsciously let my eyes take in everything this woman had to offer. I really needed to gather myself because when did I ever act like this? This attraction that I had for her, it was unlike anything I had ever felt, even from the first time she came in. Then, as the weeks passed and I continued watching her, it was like this raging magnetic force was pulling me closer to her and I couldn't get her out of my mind. But, when she was here, I was crumbling into this nervous mess and I couldn't bring myself to approach her.

But, just as that thought crossed my mind, eyes met mine from across the room and them nerves seemed to both intensify and explode simultaneously. All of that warmth floating around in the pit of my stomach seemed to catch on fire and spread around my whole body. I gulped as I watched the sexiest smirk cross her face, my heart beating wildly, and it seemed like everybody else in the club suddenly disappeared and she was dancing just for me.

"Ay dios mio," I whispered under my breath and found myself glued to the spot.

I wanted to move closer to her and finally close the distance between us, but the woman's movements only seemed to grow riskier and risker as she continued staring right at me, and I was frozen. This is so not cool, Santana, get a fucking grip. I tried to give myself a small pep talk and just suck it up, but it was like I was under a spell and my body wouldn't listen to anything but these bubbling feelings given to me in response to how she moved, and how she was looking at me. It was like she could read straight into me and see how conflicted I was, how much I was reacting to her stare, because her tongue poked out to slowly lick her lips in the sexiest way I've ever seen, and she was using her finger to beckon me over to her.

All of the heat across my body rose up and I could feel my cheeks burning at the invitation to go to her. Despite internally freaking out and despite being able to feel my hands shaking with anticipation, I quickly threw back the rest of my drink to boost my confidence and put it down on the bar, and before I could stop myself, I was walking closer to the beautiful dancer. Her smirk grew wider as I approached her and as her eyes stayed locked with mine, as I drew closer, I could finally appreciate just how blue they were.

"Hey," She grinned, her voice raspy and I shivered from the sound.

"H-Hi," I stuttered back, and mentally slapped myself for being so lame.

Come on, you're Santana Lopez, you can't fuck up now that you finally have the chance to actually speak to her!

"You finally came down, huh?" She tilted her head to the side, her eyes dropping and I could feel her looking down my entire body and back up again. "You're always standing up there, on your own..." She teased with a smile, shrugging her shoulders a little and I could feel the heat growing on my cheeks as she took a small step closer to me, and I gulped again.

All of the air was suddenly sucked out of my lungs and I was trying to process all of the overwhelming emotions of having this woman so close to me. "Best seat in the house to watch you dance," I shrugged, trying to sound more confident than I felt, and it must have worked because a soft giggle filled my ears and she took another step closer to me.

She smiled softly, "but I wanna dance with you..." Holy fucking shit! Before I could fully process her words, she was reaching out and her hands were on my hips. We both jumped and my eyes fluttered shut as her skin touched mine for the first time, sending goosebumps across my stomach. She tugged me closer to her and our bodies were now practically flushed together. "Do you want to dance with me, pretty girl?" She whispered, leaning in to speak directly into my ear.

The lump in my throat was growing bigger by the second, along with the millions of butterflies that were fluttering around in my stomach, and I was afraid that I couldn't get any coherent words out without making an idiot of myself. So instead, I opened my eyes back open to look at her and nodded my head. Her smirk was back on her face and suddenly we were swaying to the music, her body leading mine almost effortlessly, and I was finally snapped back into reality as my hands found their way to loosely hang around her neck.

"You're so fucking sexy," I practically whimpered as her hips began grinding, almost teasingly, into mine and felt my eyes roll into the back of my head.

"That makes two of us," Came the low-spoken response as she turned my body around and pulled me into her.

Now, I knew that I could dance, and I knew that I could flirt through my dancing, but this woman? She was unlike anybody I had met. The way she moved her hands across my body so delicately, how she moved her body against me, how she brought me closer to her and looked at me with those lusty blue eyes. I had no idea how long we were dancing for but after a while it was getting increasingly difficult to function properly and when she turned me back to face her and slipped her thigh between my legs, I almost let out a moan.

I bit down on my lip to prevent it from tumbling out and my chest was heaving quickly, and this woman was just smirking at me knowingly, like she knew how every movement she made effected me. "I-I need a drink," I breathed out heavily. "D-Do you want a drink?"

"I would love a drink," She smiled and stopped her movements, her thigh slipping out from between mine and almost causing me to pout at the loss of contact.

"Come with me," I nodded to the direction of the bar and slipped my hand into hers, pulling her through the crowd. "What do you want?" I asked her as she sat down at one of the bar stools and I slipped behind the bar, making her eyes widen.

"What are you doing?" She asked with confusion, looking shocked as I began pouring myself another rum and coke. She looked from me, to Quinn, with wide eyes and I almost laughed at how fucking cute she looked. "You can't just go back there and make your own drinks, you're gonna get us kicked out!" She whispered frantically and I just shrugged coyly at her.

"I can do what I want," I told her with a small wink. "What do you want to drink?"

"Vodka and orange," She told me, still looking cautiously as she reached into her bag. I put my hand over hers to stop her movements and she looked at me with a frown when I just shook my head at her.

"Come," I told her when I passed her the drink, motioning for her to follow me back up the stairs.

The blonde just silently grabbed her drink and followed me with that small frown on her face. As I lead her to the more private booth on the balcony, I took a couple of sips of my drink and was thankful that all of the alcohol I had drank whilst waiting for her to turn up was beginning to settle all of my nerves. As we settled into the booth, I watched her as she brought the drink up to her lips and took a big gulp, before she gave me that same smirk as she did earlier.

"Who are you?" I asked her breathlessly, taking in all of her features up close; she was beautiful. Her flushed cheeks were covered in freckles and her blue eyes were so deep and I almost got lost in them every time she looked at me, and those lips- they looked so fucking kissable.

"Brittany," She told me quietly, her eyes scanning my face, "my name is Brittany." I grinned widely and took a moment to put her name to her face, it suited her. Brittany. That mess of butterflies were back in my stomach again and she tilted her head at me curiously. "Are you gonna tell me why you just poured us both a drink and brought us up here without anybody batting an eye?"

I grinned, "I'm Santana."

Brittany's eyes widened, "Santana Lopez."

"The one and only," I smirked and it made me feel a bit better knowing that she knew who I was. I watched as recognition took over her features and giggled a little to myself. "You gave me a run for my money out there, Brittany," I told her, and watched as her cheeks became red.

"I can't believe that I didn't realize it was you, I always wondered why you stood up here," Brittany looked slightly embarrassed and her cheeks were reddening even more as she attempted to drop her eyes to the table and away from mine.

I frowned, reaching over and cupping my fingers under her chin to bring her gaze back to mine. "So... you've been watching me?" I teased her, feeling more confident and a bit more in control over the situation now that Brittany was the one that was flustered.

"I- You... I just-"

"I'm just playing with you Brittany," I chuckled at her, and her eyes flashed with something before she visibly softened at my words. "I've been watching you, too, you're quite hard not to watch," I admitted with a small shrug, wanting to make her more comfortable. It seemed to work, because that small smile was back tugging on her lips and my heart was back fluttering at a million miles per hour.

"Thanks," Brittany whispered and I grinned, bringing my drink back to my lips.

"I'm not the only one who thinks that, you know," I told her, "the crowd always parts like the red fucking sea whenever you step foot in here," I continued teasingly and Brittany's expression turned bashful.

"I love to dance," Brittany told me simply, shrugging her shoulders a little.

"Yeah?" I asked and she nodded. "I love watching you dance. You've got a real talent, you know that?"

Brittany looked at me, blue eyes shimmering and I couldn't tell if it was from how quickly she had drank her drink or if they were just naturally like that but I couldn't look away from her. I could feel my body subconsciously inching closer to her and I tried to fight against it, but that freaking magnet was pulling me into her again. I reached out with a shaky hand to tuck a fallen strand of hair behind her ear and it was like she melted into my touch, her eyes closing briefly as I watched her suck in a sharp breath through her parted lips.

I smiled at her softly and how Brittany frowned again when I pulled my hand back. It was crazy; how she could go from being so unbelievably sexy and confident on the dance floor to so unbelievably cute and timid off of the dance floor.

Brittany opened her mouth and then paused, looking as though she was contemplating what she was going to say, and then closed it again. I watched silently, taking another small sip of my drink, and waited as she took another deep breath. "Why'd you bring me up here, Santana?" She asked me quietly.

I smirked, "I've been watching you, Brittany," I told her again, dipping my head to catch her eyes. "For months, how you move, how beautiful you are. I've been wanting to talk to you for so long. Then you invited me to dance with you before, and I didn't want to miss my chance to talk to you."

Brittany grinned and said flirtatiously, "you know, I've been waiting for you to come down to dance with me for months."

My eyes widened, because this was just fucking typical. I had been psyching myself up for months to talk to this woman and she had been doing the same! I could feel my heart swelling in my chest, almost painfully, and Brittany just giggled adorably. That giggle; it was the cutest sound I had ever heard.

I reached over, covering her hand that rest on the table with mine and gave it a light squeeze. Just as I worked up the courage to flirt back with her, I was interrupted by an annoying screech, "Santana!" I groaned loudly, "Santana, we've got a problem! Sant- OH!"

Kurt looked between Brittany and I sheepishly as he hurried over to us. I quickly took my hand off of Brittany's and looked at him with a glare, "what do you want, Lady Hummel? I thought I told you to leave me alone for the rest of the night?"

"I know, I'm sorry," He looked at me apologetically and then quickly glanced at Brittany, and frowned. "I know, but Elaine is downstairs and she's refusing to leave without speaking to you first," Kurt squeaked out and my glare hardened as I tensed up at the name. I frowned and looked hesitantly at Brittany, my anger faltering a little when I noticed her small pouting lips.

"Brittany, I-" I started and Brittany softened.

"It's okay, I should be going anyway," Brittany told me and I frowned.

"Will you come back tomorrow?" I asked her and she smirked.

"Don't I always come back?" She grinned and I cracked a smile despite how annoyed I was at the interruption. She shuffled a little out of the booth and then lifted her hand to gently run her thumb over my cheek, and I inhaled at her touch. "Plus, I think I've found my new favourite dance partner. See you tomorrow, Santana," She winked and me and slowly turned around to walk away without another word.

I watched her for a few seconds with a smile and tried to fight against running back to her and kissing her senseless. "Oooh la la," Kurt teased, and I jumped in surprise at his presence for the second time tonight, completely forgetting that he was here.

He smirked and I rolled my eyes, "don't even," I warned him, pointing my finger at him.

"I'm sorry," He told me and I huffed, knowing that he was apologizing for more than just teasing me.

"I'm going to fucking drag her out by her hair," I told him, all of my anger returning at full force now that Brittany had disappeared out of sight. I reached over and quickly drank the remainder of what was left of my drink and then pushed the empty glass to Kurt, who was looking at me with wide eyes and I became even more fuming as the seconds went by.

I couldn't believe it, I can't believe her! The nerve of her, coming here and demanding to see me- like she even had the right to even do that anymore. I could feel a light buzz cursing through my veins from the alcohol, and that mixed with my bubbling anger at being interrupted with Brittany, was not a good combination. My inner Snix was clawing up my throat as I hurriedly marched down the stairs, knowing that she would be waiting for me at the bottom.

As soon as I seen her, my skin started crawling and I hurried over to her, ignoring Kurt calling my name. "Santana- wait, don't!" He called but it was too late, I was already grabbing her arm and pulling her to the secluded corner of the club and away from prying eyes.

"You!" I seethed, "What the fuck are you doing here, Elaine?"

"Santana, please," She begged, trying to bring her hands up to my face.

I slapped them away quickly and shook my head, "Don't touch me!" She opened her mouth, but I cut her off. "I asked you what the fuck you are doing here? Give me one good fucking reason as to why I shouldn't drag you out by your hair myself."

Elaine frowned and tried to take a step closer to me but I lifted my hands as a warning and she stopped her movements.

"Santana, you okay?" Kurt asked, and I nodded to him.

"I can handle her," I told him and he nodded, going back behind the bar but I could tell that he was still keeping a close eye in case things escalated. "You need to leave. You can't just come back like nothing has happened, I told you that I didn't want to see you ever again."

"But, Santana, I've changed. I'm not the same, I just want to talk to you," Elaine pleaded with me.

I looked into her blue eyes and couldn't help but compare them to Brittany's. I used to think Elaine's eyes were the most beautiful of blue I had ever seen, but they were nothing compared to Brittany's. Elaine's eyes had always been hidden with lies and secrets... but Brittany's? Brittany's eyes were filled with something so different, something special. The blues of Brittany's eyes were swirling with want and passion, something which Elaine never looked at me with. I frowned, and stepped closer to Elaine. "You're a liar. You lied to me for an entire year, Elaine. I don't want you now, and I don't want you ever again. You need to leave and I don't ever want to see you again. Got it?" I was surprised at how strong my voice came out, unwavering, and I pushed my finger against Elaine's chest as she shrunk back into herself. The more I was looking at her, the more it confirmed that I was completely over that chapter of my life, I was completely over her.

"Santana, you don't-"

"Out. Now," I growled and stepped away from her, pointing to the door.

Elaine nodded, sucking in a breath and walking away with her head down without saying another word. I watched her leave, and unlike earlier when I watched Brittany walk away, I didn't want to follow her. I didn't want to chase after her and grab her, to kiss her senseless. All I wanted was Brittany.

Instead of my usual one-shot, I was thinking to finally do something a little bit longer. Maybe between 10-15 chapters? Let me know your thoughts on this and if you want to see more!