Author's note: Okay so I hope this doesn't bother anyone but part of this chapter is in Blaine's perspective for a bit, but I promise it's completely necessary along with some other stuff that happens in this chapter that would potentially anger any of you.. I pinky promise that it all has a purpose =) Well anyways I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Please don't be shy and message me on tumblr about what you think about the story so far=] Well without further ado.. chapter 8! =)


Brittany POV

"Is this it?" Quinn asks as we walk up to a club named, Sidetrack.

"Well Kiki is never wrong." I say with a shrug. "I asked her for a nightclub and this is what she found." I add. The bouncer quickly lets us in after eyeing Kurt and Blaine for a while.

"Let's get this party started!" Kurt exclaims as we're walking up to the bar. The bartender looks at Kurt from top to bottom and smiles coyly at him.

"What can I get for you, handsome?" The bartender says with the same smile plastered on his face. Blaine glares at the bartender and tries to stand in a way that makes him look taller. I laugh out loud because Blaine is like the size of a green bean. Kurt puts his hand on Blaine's shoulder as he orders tequila shots for all of us.

"Uh Britt, have you been here before?" Blaine asks awkwardly as we get our drinks.

"No, but Kiki has." I state. Blaine nods slowly and unsurely.

"Brittany… I don't know how to tell you this without offending you or anything, but I'm one hundred and ten percent sure that Kiki might have led us to a gay bar." Blaine says with a slight laugh. I look around and notice that there are a lot of gay couples dancing together. I break out into laughter.

"Whoops. Well we're already here so we might as well have a great time! And in the wise words of America's Sweetheart, Honey Boo Boo, 'Everybody's a little gay.'" I say and shrug. Quinn's eyes widen slightly as she looks around the club.

"So, this is a gay bar?" Quinn asks. Blaine, Kurt, and Santana all smile at each other and nod. "Well that explains a lot." Quinn adds.

"Well then… let's all raise a shot glass… to gay bars!" Blaine says loudly.

"GAY BARS!" We all shout in unison and take the shot. As the tequila goes down my throat it stings. I look over to Santana to see her drink untouched.

"You're not drinking?" I ask. She shakes her head.

"Someone has to drive all of you guys home." She states. Already feeling some of the effects of alcohol kick in, I giggle.

"Nah, that's what taxis are for, silly!" I say and gently poke her. "Come on then, drink up!" I say. I look over to the bartender. "Pour me another two shots!" I say loudly.


Santana POV

I watch as Brittany downs drink after drink. All the others were out on the dance floor while Brittany and I stayed.

"Let loose, Sanny." Brittany slurs. She presses up against me. "Have something to drink. Come on live a little, Santana." She purrs into my ear immediately causing my whole body to tingle. Brittany turns to the bartender. "Pour her a margarita with a little extra tequila." Brittany says.

"Jesus Christ, Britt. Are you trying to get me drunk?" I ask. Brittany turns to look at me. Her usual bright eyes seem to have turned dark from lust.

"I'm just trying to have fun." Brittany says with emphasis on the word 'fun' "Drink up, after you're done with that meet me on the dance floor." She purrs into my ear. With that she walks to the dance floor and begins to dance. Even though she's drunk, she can still dance amazingly. I quickly down the margarita and walk over to her quickly. I awkwardly stand there as she grinds on a girl, causing me to be overcome with jealously. I glare at the girl.

"Fuck off!" I yell over the loud music. The girl quickly stops dancing and gets away from us.

"Well, there you are." Brittany slurs. She looks me up and down. "Wow have I told you how fucking sexy that dress makes you look?" Brittany adds.

"Thanks," I say a little quietly. Brittany grabs my hands and we begin to dance. I slowly but surely feel more confident now than back at the dance studio due to my lowered inhibitions. Brittany presses her against me and grinds into my hips. I respond by running my fingers through her silky soft hair. Brittany stops and turns to have her back facing me. She grabs my hands and places them on her hips. She begins to grind on me again. I feel my core begin to throb as if begging for more.

"Britt… we should stop." I say to her quietly. Brittany ignores me and continues dancing. She unbuttons her shirt revealing her toned stomach. She turns and kisses me slowly. Her breathing is heavy and her breath tastes purely of alcohol. Brittany pulls away from the kiss and grabs a hold of my hand. She then pulls me through the crowd and over to the bathroom. She opens the bathroom, pulls me inside, and locks the door.

"We're alone now." She says seductively.

"Brittany we can't do this." I say. She ignores me and walks over to me. She begins to place light kisses on my neck while humming.

"I want you, Santana." She says while humming. "So badly," She adds.

"You're drunk." I breathe out.

"On you…" She slurs. "Besides, so what?" Brittany purrs into my ear. She runs her fingers across my chest over my dress, causing me to let out a moan. I can basically feel myself lose control. "Don't you want me, Santana?" Brittany whispers. With the rest of self control that I have left, I pull away and take a couple steps away from her.

"Brittany, stop. I would be lying if I told you that I don't want to… because I do… but not like this." I say pointedly. Brittany's eyebrows knit in confusion.

"You can have me any way you like." Brittany says while walking towards me. She grabs my hand and pulls me in. I lightly push her away.

"No, fucking stop, Brittany. You're fucking married!" I yell angrily. Brittany's eyes begin to tear up. She takes a couple steps back. "Brittany," I say calmly. "I didn't mean to yell at you. I really like you but-" I begin to say, but Brittany cuts me off.

"Fucking leave me alone! Go away!" Brittany yells out. I turn to the door and walk out. I quickly weave through the crowd of people and make it to the bar.

"What's it going to be, honey?" The bartender asks in a falsetto voice.

'Just pour me something really strong." I snap while trying to force back tears.

"Rough day?" An unfamiliar voice says behind me. I wipe away the tears forming in my eyes and turn to see a semi tan girl with blonde hair. I slowly nod. "Same." She sighs and sits down right next to me. "I'll have a martini." She says to the bartender. She turns to look at me. "I'm Dani," She adds casually.

"Santana," I say plainly, Dani smiles.

"Pretty name, so Santana, what's bothering you?" She asks sincerely.

"Would you stop talking to me if I said that a girl is bothering me?" I say with a sigh.

"Well unless it's your goal to get me to leave you alone, then no." She says in a questioning tone. I shake my head.

"No… I just kind of assumed that you only started talking to me so that you could hit on me." I state.

"Would you stop talking to me if I told you that you're partially right? I mean, you are totally killing that outfit." Dani says flirtatiously. I awkwardly smile at her compliment. "Well, since I've been there, and I know how much it sucks. I'd like to hear about your girl problems." Dani adds.

"Well. I've fallen for a straight girl, who happens to be married." I say with sarcastic enthusiasm. Dani sighs.

"Yeah, I've kind of been there. So is this girl completely heterosexual or does she lean more towards heteroflexible." Dani asks. I knit my eyebrows in confusion.

"Heteroflexible," I say questioningly.

"Straight, but shit happens." Dani says with a laugh. I smile and laugh slightly.

"Yeah she's heteroflexible, but I'm pretty sure she has some sort of feelings for me." I say with a sigh.

"But she's married?" Dani asks. I nod slowly. "Yikes." Dani says with a frown. I take a sip from my drink, which just as I had asked for it to be, is strong, causing me to feel even more light headed than before. "Well, Santana we may have just met, but I think you deserve someone who wants to be with you and only you." Dani says seriously. She grabs one of my hands gently and holds it. I flinch a little at her touch, but due to the alcohol in my body, and the whole situation with Brittany, I'm vulnerable. With her other hand, Dani pushes a strand of stray hair behind my ear and leans in to kiss me.


Blaine POV

I adjust my bowtie as Kurt orders me another drink. He quickly comes back and hands me my drink.

"Thank you, Darling." I say and give him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Where is everyone?" Kurt asks. I shrug and quickly scan the club with my eyes, but the place is so packed that I am unable to recognize anyone from the crowd.

"Would I be crazy to say that I think Quinn might be a lesbian?" I ask Kurt casually. Kurt smiles and shakes his head.

"Nah… I think she might be too. I've always had a feeling though. All throughout high school she and Rachel seemed to have something going on." Kurt says.

"Rachel?" I say questioning. "For as long as I've known her, she's been all over me, don't you think that her being gay seems a little farfetched?" I ask Kurt.

"Well maybe she's bi or something, but let me just say this… put Rachel and Quinn in a room together and sparks fly." Kurt says.

"I think Santana might like Quinn." I state. Kurt shakes his head and scrunches his nose.

"As much as I want to agree with you, I can't." Kurt says quietly. I knit my eyebrows in confusion. "Rachel might have told me some things in complete secrecy."

"Well Mr. Anderson-Hummel, as your husband, best friend, and one true love, I believe you have to tell me." I say in a persuasive tone.

"Santana likes Brittany, who is married to Sam. And well Brittany may have feelings for Santana, who kissed her in Rachel's shop the other day, which Rachel, who is in love with Quinn, almost caught them. And so we're left with Quinn, who thinks Santana likes her so she is willing to test the waters because she's always had a feeling that she is gay due to her feelings for Rachel that she's had since high school. And that's what you missed on Plot Twist, Everyone is Gay!" Kurt says quickly without taking a single breath.

"How do you know all that?" I ask in shock.

"Rachel and Quinn tell me basically all their secrets and Santana told Rachel." Kurt says plainly. I look over to the other end of the bar to see Santana kissing a tan blonde girl. "Kurt, you might want to see this." I say and point over to Santana.

"Oh my god," Kurt says with his mouth open in shock.

"We should tell Brittany." I suggest Kurt shakes his head profusely.

"Blaine we can't say anything to anyone, especially Brittany or Santana. I know you're rather bad at keeping things to yourself, but it's better to just let people work things out on their own rather than to meddle." Kurt says sternly. I nod slowly in agreement.


Santana POV

Dani slowly presses her lips against mine. Out of habit I begin to kiss her back, but suddenly feel a pang of guilt. Dani pulls away slightly, but in attempt to rid me of guilt I pull her back. The kiss intensifies as Dani quickens the pace of our lips and runs her hands down my back. As much as I try to get into the kiss, I feel absolutely nothing.

"Dani, stop…" I breathe out, Dani pulls away to let me catch my breath. "I'm sorry I just can't do this." I say. "You're a really great girl and all, but I just can't do this." I add quietly.

"It's fine, Santana. You must really like that other girl, I get it." She says in a serious tone. She reaches for a napkin and asks the bartender for a pen. She quickly writes on it. "If you're ever looking for a girl that's into you without any sort of complications, then call me." She says while handing me the napkin, which has her name and number written on it. "Bye, Santana." She says simply and walks away.

"Who was that?" I hear a familiar voice say behind me. I turn around to see Blaine. "I saw you two were getting rather friendly." Blaine adds.

"I just met her." I say plainly.

"I didn't peg you for the type to get drunk and kiss strangers." Blaine states.

"She kissed me. You shouldn't be talking, Anderson. You were the one that kissed Rachel at a house party in high school." I snap.

"Rachel told you about that?" Blaine asks rhetorically. "So have you seen Brittany? She's been drinking quite a lot tonight, and she seemed rather upset the last time I talked to her." Blaine says.

"I'm not her babysitter, Blaine, how would I know where she is?" I ask a little annoyingly. Blaine takes a sip of his drink and shrugs.

"You seem pretty close." He states casually. "And well, you two seem to get along just swell." Blaine adds.

"What are you trying to get at, Anderson?" I ask a little angrily.

"Nothing, nothing at all, it's just a mere observation. You two seem rather comfortable around each other." Blaine says with a nervous laugh. I grab him by the collar.

"Anderson, I've known you long enough to know when you're lying, or the fact that you're worst at keeping things to yourself. I also happen to know where you keep all of your bowties. So I suggest you tell me now, before I go over to your house and burn all your precious bowties." I say seriously. Blaine's eyebrows go up in a panic.

"Santana are you harassing my husband?" Kurt asks behind me. "Damn it, Blaine. You told her didn't you?"

"Tell me what, Lady Hummel?" I ask. I tug at Blaine's collar a little harder.

"Santana just stop." Kurt says seriously.

"No, not until the hobbit tells me. Let me guess Rachel told you something." I say angrily.

"Okay, okay, fine!" Blaine breathes out. I let go of his collar, causing him to stagger back. "Jesus H. Christ, Santana, you should consider yourself lucky that we're at a nightclub or else someone would have reported you for harassment!" Blaine exclaims while trying to catch his breath.

"So what did the dwarf tell you, hobbit?" I ask Blaine.

"Rachel didn't tell Blaine anything, Santana. She told me. We know about you and Brittany. Don't even bother denying it because we've seen the way you two act around each other." Kurt says before Blaine could reply. "As much as I disagree with what you both are doing, we're not going to meddle. It's not in our place to tell Sam or anyone else." Kurt adds sternly.

"Okay whatever, can I call a cab? This is getting as dramatic as an episode of the L Word; I want to go home." I say. Blaine and Kurt nod.

"Sure, but we just have to find Brittany and Quinn." Blaine says.

"I'll just find Quinn." I say since Brittany would probably just walk away from me.

After looking around the club for a solid ten minutes I find Quinn dancing by herself on the dance floor.

"Quinn, we're leaving. Let's go." I say loudly to her over the music.

"Santana! I've been looking for you for forever." Quinn says loudly and continues to dance. "Dance with me, Santana." She slurs. She tries to walk over to me, but trips over herself. "Shit." She says while drunkenly giggling. She attempts to pick herself up, but fails at her lack of coordination. I quickly help her up and begin to direct her towards the exit. "Where are you taking me?" She asks.

"Like I said before, we're leaving." I reply. Quinn stops walking.

"We can't leave now! The party has just begun!" She exclaims.

"Quinn, you've had way too much to drink and it's already past midnight. It's time to take you home." I say. Quinn frowns and begins to walk again.

"Santana," Quinn says in a questioning tone.

"Yeah?" I respond.

"I know I'm drunk, and I'll probably regret saying any of this in the morning, but Blaine told me that you like me… and well I really like you as a friend and all and I think you're hot… but I'm in love with Rachel. I have been since like high school." Quinn says nervously with a sigh.

"It's fine, Quinn. I think you should tell Rachel how you feel." I suggest. As mad as I am at Rachel, I don't exactly hate her. Maybe her being with Quinn would make her less crazy.

"Really, Santana?" Quinn asks me. I nod. We make it to the exit to find Kurt, Blaine, and Brittany waiting.

"So Kurt couldn't call up a taxi that fits five people so we got two taxis," Blaine says. "So since these two," Blaine says while pointing at Brittany and Quinn "are extremely drunk, each of us is going to have to help them get home safely…" Blaine says and trails off at the end.

"I'll take Brittany home." I say pointedly. Kurt opens his mouth to object but I silence him with a death glare.

"Okay then we should get going." Blaine says. Kurt nods and they walk over to one of the taxis with Quinn. They all pile into the cab. Blaine waves goodbye to Brittany and I as their taxi drives off.

"Come on, Brittany" I say and motion to the cab. I reach to help her walk but she steps back.

"I don't need your help, Santana. I'm perfectly fi-"Brittany says but she suddenly leans over to throw up. I look over to see our cab arrive.

"Cab for Mr. Anderson-Hummel?" The cab driver asks us. I nod quickly.

"Yeah my friend called, but he just left with the other cab." I say.

"Likely story, but seeing as it's one o'clock, I don't really give a fuck if you're lying." The cab driver replies. He looks over to Brittany and grimaces as she continues to throw up. "She coming too? She better not throw up in my car." He says. I walk over to Brittany, who has finally stopped vomiting.

"Listen Brittany… I know I'm the last person you want to talk to, but please just let me help you." I say quietly to her. Brittany nods and allows me to help her get into the taxi.

I help Brittany out of the cab and walk her over to her apartment building.

"Shit!" Brittany exclaims as she reaches in her pockets. "I left my keys in my apartment." She says angrily.

"Okay then, let's go." I say and direct her back to the taxi.

"Where?" She asks.

"My place," I say simply.

Once we get to my apartment, Brittany immediately heads to the bathroom and begins to throw up again. After a solid five minutes of her puking, she stops. I walk into the bathroom to see she's passed out on the floor.

"Britt…" I say and tap her in attempt to wake her up. She slowly wakes up and groans.

"Go away… I don't want you to see me like this." Brittany mumbles. I ignore her and hand her a glass of water. I quickly grab a new toothbrush out of my cabinet and tooth paste and place it on the counter.

"I'll get you a towel and some pajamas." I say and run out to go grab them. I won't lie. I feel a little sick myself, but I didn't drink nearly as much as Brittany did. I walk back into the bathroom and set the items on the counter. Brittany attempts to undress but struggles. "Do you need any help?" I ask. Brittany quickly shakes her head, but then sighs as she continues to struggle.

"Yeah I need help." She says. I help her remove her shirt and jeans. I try to stop myself from staring, but nearly every five seconds I catch myself staring at her nearly naked body. Brittany catches me staring and smirks causing my cheeks to become hot.

"I should uh go get ready for bed… just yell out for me if you need me." I say a little nervously.

I walk into my room and quickly tidy it up. I grab an extra blanket and pillow from my closet and set it on the couch to arrange as a bed. In the distance I hear Brittany get out of the bathroom. I walk over to her in the kitchen.

"Feeling any better?" I ask. Brittany nods slowly.

"Yeah, but my head is still spinning a bit." She says groggily. "I haven't drank like that since my twenty first birthday." Brittany adds with a laugh.

"Do you want anything?" I ask.

"Sleep," Brittany replies simply.

"Oh okay." I say. "You'll be sleeping in my bedroom if that's all right with you." I say a little quietly, Brittany smiles.

"Yeah that's fine, just as long as your bed is comfy." Brittany says with a playful smile causing me to blush slightly. I lead Brittany to my room. "So this is your bedroom." Brittany says as she looks around. My bedroom is pretty basic. My bed is queen sized, and there are a couple of posters of bands, but other than that it's a pretty average looking room. Brittany walks around and admires a couple of my posters. "You like Tegan and Sara?" She says in reference to the black and white poster I have of Tegan and Sara.

"Uh yeah, they're pretty good. Have you heard any of their songs?" I ask. Brittany nods.

"Yeah, I've heard their album, Heartthrob." She says. I sigh quietly.

"I like that album, but I personally think their old stuff is better." I say. Brittany nods slowly.

"I'll have to check it out then…well, I like your room." Brittany says pointedly.

"Thanks," I reply. Brittany walks over to my bed and lies down. I walk over and then pull the covers over her. "Goodnight, Britt." I say and begin to walk away, but Brittany grabs my hand.

"Aren't you going to sleep in your bed?" She asks. I shake my head.

"I'm going to sleep on the couch." I say pointedly.

"Please stay." Brittany pleads.

"Britt…" I sigh. "I can't." I say quietly.

"Stay…I promise I won't try to do anything like I did back at Sidetrack." Brittany says. Her grip slightly tightens. "I can't sleep alone." She whispers sleepily. I contemplate on whether I should stay or go, but make up my mind once Brittany mumbles, "I need you." Causing my heart to nearly stop, not once have I ever been told that I was needed in the way that Brittany just did.

"Okay." I sigh. I quickly grab a pair of purple pajamas and walk out to the bathroom to change and brush my teeth. I look in the mirror to see that my face looks rather dead so I splash water on my face. I walk back to my room to find Brittany fast asleep. I pull the covers of the left side of the bed back and get into the bed carefully without waking up Brittany, but she stirs.

"Santana…" Brittany says groggily. She opens her bright blue eyes and looks at me sleepily. "Hey, San." She says drowsily and turns over on her right side so that we're facing each other.

"Go back to sleep, Britt." I say gently.

"I wanna talk, San." Brittany says quietly. I sigh.

"Britt… we can talk in the morning." I say pointedly.

"Well it's technically three o'clock in the morning." Brittany says with a smirk.

"Brittany, you need to get some sleep, or your hangover will just be worse." I say sternly. Brittany frowns. "I promise we'll talk in the morning." I add gently. Brittany sighs.

"Okay, but I just want to say I'm sorry."Brittany says sadly.

"Britt… it's okay, I'm not mad at you. I'm sorry I yelled at you." I say quietly. Brittany knits her eyebrows in confusion.

"You're not mad at me?" She asks confusedly. I shake my head slowly.

"I thought you were mad at me…" I say in a confused tone.

"Well I'm not." Brittany says with a laugh. She begins to play with my hair. "I don't want to fight with you, Santana." Brittany sighs.

"I don't want to fight with you either, Britt. I'm just confused…" I say while trailing off at the end.

"About?" Brittany asks. I take a deep breath.

"You." I say nervously.