Summary: When Brittany is still shirtless and wearing Artie's glasses, Santana's resolve breaks.

I turn around to see Brittany yelling, her boyfriend almost falling out of his stupid chair again, and everyone pointing and slapping my boyfriend on the back. As my brain registers the bottle pointing at Sam, I try not to think about how I was kissing him just a moment before. Will she taste me on his lips?

They meet slowly, and I can clearly see the way Brittany is running her tongue across his giant lips, the way she always kissed me when the two of us were really drunk. I ignore the clenching in my stomach. This kiss is not hot at all; it's weird that my boyfriend is kissing my best friend, and it isn't a giant turn-on, and I definitely am not wishing I was sitting in a chair just so I could press down and get rid of some of this fucking pressure.

"No me gusta!" I yell after practically pushing them off each other. I don't want to be turned on by something so weird ever again, and Brittany is looking at me like she knows exactly the effect it had on me, and my eyes can't leave hers.

After a song change, I'm busy tracing Sam's lips with my own and tasting the tiniest bit of Brittany's lip gloss that is still there. I want to go and pull her off Artie, but Sam is tapping my butt in time to the music, and his tongue is surprisingly agile for such a big mouth, and I need something to take the edge off this frustration, and my water somehow turned into tequila and OJ, which really isn't helping how horny I'm getting.

When the song ends, and Finn and Puck are trying to carry Artie up the stairs, and Brittany is still shirtless and wearing Artie's glasses, my resolve breaks.

"Hey B!" I call, still straddling Sam but needing her better, prettier blonde hair closer to me. When her glazed eyes meet my dark ones, I'm pretty sure she knows exactly what I want. Her hips seem to swing even more provocatively than usual, and when she sidles up to me and presses her lips hard against mine with no hesitation, I can barely tell who appreciates it more, me or Sam. He literally groans out loud, and while him talking usually turns me off, the vibrations through his body send me reeling and I push my tongue out to meet hers.

When Brittany pulls away to kiss Sam, running her tongue all the way across the whole of his lips, she keeps her hands on my shoulders, slowly but surely pulling off the constricting dress I've been wearing the whole night. When one arm and bra cup are out, I feel so free, Sam's lips back on mine and creating sensations that they never have before — though that might be due to Brittany's tongue trailing across the top of my bra, then slipping under to hit soft skin.

Feeling Sam "warming up" further to our activities, I grind down, needing friction as Brittany's mouth wanders lower and lower over my boob until her lips wrap around—

"SAM!" Finn calls from the top of the stairs, and before I can even comprehend the raging inferno in my panties, I've pushed Brittany away from me and jumped to sit down beside Sam instead of on top of him, my heart racing and the almost discovery doing even crazier things to my frustration.

Sam slides off the couch, his face bright red and his eyes jumping everywhere around the room except to meet my gaze. He has barely started climbing the stairs before Brittany jumps onto me, pushing me to lay down on the couch. After a second, my hands are running along her bare sides, one moving to grip the tie she's still wearing, the other moving to the button on her shorts.

Her shorts are halfway down her calves when we get tangled in limbs and my dress, which Brittany is still desperately trying to take off. We hit the floor with a bang, and I cover her mouth, trying to shush her and hoping that everyone has decided to leave or pass out upstairs.

"Santana," she half whispers, half fucking moans against my collarbone, and I start to worry less about whatever Nude Erections groupies are still around, and more on the fact that she has successfully brought my dress around my hips, and her tongue is once again headed towards my boob. When hot hands are unclasping my bra from the back and a burning mouth is wrapping around my nipple, biting before rubbing her tongue across it heavily, I forget to even keep my moans quiet and just pray that anyone wandering around the house will hear the warning moans before coming down here, because my dress is now around my knees, and my panties are following quickly.

"Britt," I say, trying to ignore the way I basically pant it. I no longer care about keeping my cool; this is Brittany, and I need her naked, and I need her naked now.

It's like she can read my mind, because a second later, she's standing up, her movements way too swift and graceful for someone so intoxicated. A second later, her shorts and panties are on the floor, her bra chucked halfway across the room, and I sit up and pull her back down to me by her tie.

"Leave the glasses on," I growl into her ear, biting harshly at the lobe and sucking hard. I needed her inside me an hour ago, and every second since then has been driving me crazier and crazier. "You look so fucking sexy in them."

The moan she lets out at my words encourages me, and I temporarily forget about my insane need to get off as I let one finger slowly trail between her thighs. My mouth is back on hers, our noses bumping, my eyelashes pressing against the glasses that are a constant reminder of whose girlfriend I'm about to fuck.

I quickly push two fingers into her pussy and pull her even closer to me by the tie at the same time, and the way her hips roll against my hand makes me moan into her mouth. Before I even have time to completely grasp the feel of her scorching heat around my fingers, she's pushing herself up and down, riding my fingers so hard and letting me know that the whole night, she hasn't been thinking about fucking anyone but me.

Brittany's mouth still tastes like lime, and the subtle sourness makes me need more than her just riding my fingers. I need to taste something besides tequila and vodka, I need to taste her. With a subtle shift of my hips against her, she understands and kneels up, her dark blue eyes staring at me hard as I slide down the cool floor, the heat growing more intense as my mouth inches closer to her core.

"San," she pants from above me, subtly pushing down closer to my mouth. My tongue brushes through her, parting her wet folds and letting my lips seek out her clit. I'm too turned on to make this last, too drunk to take it slow, so I thrust two fingers in her and suck on her clit hard, smirking against her heat as I hear the way she moans and whines above me.

I look up and have to squeeze my thighs together as the image of her riding my tongue, one hand in her hair and one squeezing her own tit, meets me. Her eyes are clenched shut, and her teeth are digging deep into her bottom lip in an attempt to stop anyone from hearing us. If that wasn't enough to get me completely worked up, the way her abs tense as she lifts up, every dip cast into perfect shadow, definitely would be, and I'm soon back to focusing only on circling her clit with my tongue in an attempt to make her come as soon as possible, so I can get some fucking relief. I add a third finger, listening to the way her moans get higher-pitched as her tight pussy grips all of my fingers.

"Hey guys, we're leaving now!" is the only warning we get, and with nowhere in a 10-foot radius to hide, I simply curl my fingers into Brittany, watching her face scrunch up with pleasure as I play off her kink of being discovered.

Kurt's scream as he runs back up the stairs, most likely covering his eyes, is extremely satisfying, and Brittany's legs are suddenly clenching around my head, her moans increasing in pitch and volume, her hips bucking against my tongue, her stomach muscles clenching and unclenching rapidly above me. I slowly pull my fingers out of her and stop the movement of my tongue, until she finally collapses on me, her head sweaty against my neck.

I wait not-so-patiently as she gets her breath back, warm tongue darting out and running across my neck occasionally, until I literally can't take it anymore and grab her hand, pulling it between my legs and moaning when her fingers run up and down my slick heat. I know I'm drenched down there; I can feel the slickness coating my thighs. Slowly, she pushes a single finger into me, and I'm so worked up that I moan and arch my back into her sweaty body. Her tongue is still lazily moving up and down my neck, and I let out a high-pitched whine when she moves to whisper into my ear.

"One."

I'm way too keyed up to play any of her games, and I try to roll my hips into her finger, telling her with my strained moans that I need more, but she keeps moving the digit at an achingly slow pace. After a few more thrusts, where she gets deeper but no faster, she pulls completely out, slipping her finger into her mouth, and I can only watch and buck my hips into the air helplessly as her tongue curls around the skin, licking up the wetness I can see in the harsh basement lights. Brittany leans down, running her tongue up my neck again before stopping at my ear.

"Two," she whispers, before thrusting two fingers into me hard. The moan I let out at finally having something to help the pressure is embarrassingly loud. Just as she starts an okay rhythm, my hips lifting up to meet her hand, she slows down. I growl, hoping to get across that this is so not the time, but her fingers feel so good moving slowly, curling, and scissoring inside of me that I just bite her shoulder and try to keep my moans from echoing around the basement.

When she pulls out for a second time, I want to yell in frustration, to reach down and fuck myself and take matters into my own hands. However, my protests die in my throat as I watch her take her fingers into her mouth once again. The moan she lets out around them and the thought of having another finger inside me make my hips buck into hers, and I thankfully don't have to wait long until her mouth is running against my neck again, teeth tugging at my earlobe, breath hot and heavy in my ear.

"Three."

I hadn't even realized I was so close to coming, but when she thrusts three fingers inside me, her thumb pushing almost as hard against my clit and her teeth clamping around a sweet spot on my neck, I lose control. My back arches so high off the floor, my head pushes back and probably leaves a bruise. I scream out her name before I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, hoping that's enough to prevent me from screaming again. My back stays arched for ages, my hips bucking every time her fingers shift inside me. I feel like every nerve in my body has caught fire.

She leaves tiny, wet kisses along my neck until my hips finally still long enough for her to slide her fingers out. I whimper at the loss but slowly lower my hips so my back is on the floor once again, my eyes still clenched shut.

"San," I vaguely hear Britt sing into my neck. "We have to go home, or at least find our clothes."