Warning: I've been known to enjoy run-on sentences, misplaced commas, and the occasional fragment.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters- just the thoughts in my head. Rated M for lady loving and a bit of foul language.

It's Thursday and Kurt and I are sitting in the car outside the small bar in Lima. I flew in to see my family and pack a few more things before finishing my move across the country. I finally got the promotion I've been vying for, managing a network of talent scouting teams, so the bigwigs at Sony are finally moving me from Los Angeles to New York to run the new division from there.

As soon as I touched down in Lima I had called Kurt to see what he was up to for the evening, and he asked to come over for dinner claiming he had some exciting news that could only be told in person.

"Rachel's getting married! And she's having the wedding here in Lima this weekend. I put you down as my plus one." Kurt was beside himself with excitement, which was not mirrored in my deep frown.

"Why the hell would you do that? Hobbit didn't invite me to go, and I obviously have no desire to rehash our fun friendship from high school."

"She tried to get in contact with you, but she didn't have your most current address which is why she sent your invitation to your parents house." Kurt shook his head and handed over the envelope, "Besides, since Blaine and I broke up I really don't want to go to this celebration of love alone. Think about it like this, Satan, I'll owe you one and since we'll be roomies in New York you'll have plenty of time to think of the best way to make me regret this decision."

Yes, I Santana Lopez, will be living with Kurt "lady face" Hummel. Kurt and I had kept in contact after graduating from high school together. He had added me on Facebook and we occasionally talked. I leaned on him when I was first figuring out my attraction to girls and he even helped me find a support group. Well, he thinks it's a support group, but it's really just a group of people that I go out to party with who took me to my first strip club. But he doesn't need to know that.

As if sensing my hesitance still, he smiled at me and added, "You know she's getting married to a girl, right? And said girl has an extremely attractive maid-of-honor."

Which is how I ended up here, sitting in Kurt's tiny blue Mini Cooper waiting on him to compose himself so we can walk into the bar. Berry and her fiancé decided that they wanted to have a joint bachelorette party. Whose lame ass idea that was? I can only assume. At least it's an open bar. Berry definitely gets kudos for that.

Immediately walking in I noticed a bartender carrying a big tray of pink colored shots back to a secluded room. She's pretty, but the scowl on her face was doing an excellent job at partially obscuring that from everyone's vision. I would hope that the displeased expression was for appearance purposes, but it's more likely that it is a permanent thing if her interaction with the others is to be any guide.

Kurt and I walk up to a small gathering surrounding the brides to be. "Well hello beautiful." I turn to my left to see a Mohawked guy in torn jeans and black t-shirt. He seriously needs to work on his approach, because that line would only work on someone seriously lacking self-confidence, which I'm not. I'm in my tight red strapless mini dress and black stilettos; my hair is in a loose ponytail resting over my shoulder. I know I look good. It's not that I'm conceited, because I'm not, I just know that my mom and dad did it a good job when it came to creating their only child.

"Dude, I'm so happy you're a lesbian there are all sorts of hot chicks here." The Mohawked guy turns his predatory gaze towards me, "I'm sure some of them will want to take a ride on the almighty Puckzilla."

"You do realize that, straight or gay, I have standards and wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole. I mean, seriously, what is that on your head? It looks like a raccoon crawled up there and died."

"God, Rachel, I love her already." A blonde standing next to Rachel says and I look up in time to see her hazel green eyes trained on me. It's a little intense to say the least.

"Hey now, lady-in-red, don't diss the 'do. Ladies like something to grab on to, time and time again." He smirked and winked at me. Seriously? Talking like that will get him nowhere with me. God, this is one reason I enjoy my lady lovin'.

"Santana! Kurt! I'm so happy you both finally made it out to take part in our soirée. There is an open bar and vegan hors d'oeuvres. And this," she turns to face the blonde next to her, "is my lovely soon-to-be-wife, Quinn Fabray."

I reach out and take the blonde's extended hand. Our eyes meet and I see a flash of recognition behind them.

"Wait, this is the Santana Lopez?" Quinn says turning to Rachel, who I notice has slightly reddened cheeks. "Well, well, it's nice to meet you Santana."

Rachel's flushed complexion and Quinn's immediate smirk only serve to confirm one thing for me: she knows. I turn to look at Kurt and he's trying to stifle a laugh by covering his mouth. "Umm, it's nice to meet you too Quinn." I can't help but fidget in place; if she knows about the kiss then it's from one of these two blabbermouths.

As if sensing my inner turmoil, Quinn chuckles before patting my shoulder, "Yes, the pointer sisters," she nods her head towards Rachel and Kurt, "let the beans spill about your 'truth-or-dare' kiss in high school and how that one kiss with you sent her into a girl kissing frenzy. I guess I have you to thank for opening her eyes up."

"Um, you're welcome I guess. I didn't think much of it- we were really, REALLY drunk. I mean Rachel also developed a crush on a very gay guy from that same night."

Rachel rolled her eyes, "Satan, let's not rehash my confusing times working through the depth of my Sapphic longings. That was a long time ago and I don't particularly want to bring it up a few days before I marry my soul mate."

I could agree with her on one thing- that was a confusing time for us all. Growing up in the small town of Lima wasn't easy for any of us. Rachel has two gay dads and Kurt was the first openly gay kid at our school. They were bullied relentlessly, which only furthered my notion that in order to remain on top of the metaphorical social ladder I had to remain living up to what everyone else expected.

"You seem like a nice sane person, you might want to head for the hills while you still can." A tall blonde that I recognize from pictures Kurt showed me earlier, stage whispers into my ear to bring me out of my silent rehash of my tumultuous adolescent years.

"You know, I was just thinking that same thing. But I figure I'll give everyone a few more minutes, and me a drink or two, before deciding whether or not to exercise that option." I chuckle lightheartedly and take a closer look at the girl in front of me. She's a couple inches taller than me with her hair pulled back in a high ponytail. She has on a tight black mini skirt, a turquoise button down shirt, and turquoise and black pumps. The best possible way to describe her is a uniquely stylish dancer- somewhat similar to the dancers I've seen at a few concert performances.

"So, you're finally meeting the infamous group of friends that I'm sure you've heard a billion stories about. What do you think?" She asked, sporting an amused smile.

"Um, everyone's okay I guess, Puck is a little…" I inwardly cringe thinking back to my interaction with the Mohawked, self proclaimed bad boy.

"Don't worry about him, we're not all Neanderthals. Some of us even know how to read and write." She chuckles lightly and winks, "by the way, red does look great on you" before making her way over to the bar.

"Good to know." I don't know what it is about her, but she definitely intrigues me.

All throughout the night I find myself searching for the tall blonde. It really doesn't matter if that annoying Marley girl is following me around like a lost puppy or not, I can't keep my mind off of the blue eyes that have already hypnotized me. So I slowly make my way to the bar to get another refill hoping to catch a glimpse of the ever-elusive girl again. Maybe then I can work up the courage to actually get her name.

"Ladies and Gents the moment you've all been waiting on: strippers!" Puck scampers off of the chair he had been standing on and ushers the two brides-to-be's up to the front stage.

Quinn takes the microphone from the front of the stage and addresses the crowd. "As some of you guys know, Brittany has been giving Rachel and I dance lessons for the past few weeks. Well, I asked her to help me with a different type of dance routine, but she needs a partner." She turns towards the blonde next to her, "So, Britt, go pick your partner."

Brittany walks off the stage in between a throng of people begging to be her partner. Sure I'm a little jealous that she's probably going to pick some hot guy or something, but it should still be a good show, right?

"I see you finally found where the blonde went." I could tell it was Kurt by his voice, because I definitely wasn't taking my eyes off the sight in front of me. "Get your drink and let's move closer to the stage. Oh, and you should probably close your mouth before you drool all over yourself." Kurt playfully chastised.

My fists clench as soon as I see Puck go stand in front of her, expecting her to naturally choose him, but I can barely hold in my laugh when she shakes her head no and pushes past him. I turn around to grab the drink that the bartender made when I freeze, "Ohh would you look at that? She's chosen the sexy seductress herself, Santana!"

My eyes go wide for a split second before I paste on my signature smirk and take Brittany's outstretched hand.

"Santana, huh? That's a sexy name for a sexy lady."

"Brittany, huh? You're looking mighty fine yourself."

She chuckles at my coy response, "you're cute when you're trying to pretend you're not flustered."

Before I can respond she's pushing me down into a chair on stage a few feet away from Quinn and Rachel, and the music kicks in. "Are you ready for this?" I gulp, no I'm probably not, but I'm as ready as I'll ever be.

The look on Rachel's face: absolutely priceless! In high school Rachel had always been uptight. I mean, there were times where she let her hair down and went wild, but those times were few and far between and usually involved copious amounts of alcohol. Apparently things have changed in the 6 years since we've graduated. I can't help but laugh at the giddy expression on her face. She looks like a kid in a candy store who was just told that she could overindulge without fear of a stomachache.

Girl I just wanna see you strip, right now cause it's late, babe

My attention is quickly turned back to the beautiful blonde in front of me, as I whisper to myself. "Holy shit."

Girl I just wanna see you strip, girl take your time with it

In all honesty I wasn't focused on the crowd and their incessant blabbering or hollering or catcalls or anything else that was going on around me. Her back is towards the crowd, so I'm the only one who can see her fingers slowly moving down her body as she unbuttons her shirt. I lick my lips instinctively when her long slender fingers slowly pop each button open, revealing little peeks of skin.

Girl I just wanna see you strip… damn you're sexy (for meeee)

"Brittany, take it off!" Puck yelled at the blonde from the front of the stage. If looks could kill he would definitely be on his way to the hospital right now. I don't like him looking at Brittany like that.

"Hey, don't pay any attention to him… You're the one getting the free show." I can't help the shudder that courses through my body as Brittany's hot breath runs over the shell of my ear and she pokes her tongue out to run it along the ridge.

damn you're sexy! (babbyyy) damn you're sexy

A sudden whooshing sound causes my eyes to snap open after they had apparently shut. The feeling of cotton on my neck bringing me out of my irrational jealousy and Brittany induced haze. I look up and lock eyes with the most gorgeous blue I've ever seen and notice Brittany smirking at me seductively while holding the ends of her shirt around my neck. Wait, if her shirt is here then… Hot. Damn.

Girl I just wanna see you...

Brittany is looking at me like she wants to do nothing more than make this dance a private dance and I can't help but agree. She leans forward at the same time that she's pulling her shirt closer—effectively pulling my face into her barely covered breasts. Goodness gracious, the vanilla scent and silky smooth skin is captivating. It's intoxicating.

It. Is. Magical.

I barely have time to enjoy the sweet smell of her skin before she's lifting off my lap and sashaying around my chair. She unzips her skirt and bends forward, giving me an excellent view of the tops of her breasts, to slowly lower her skirt to the ground. Brittany is in a barely there black lace demi bra with matching cheeky panties. She looks absolutely delicious.

Brittany walks back over towards me and straddles my lap. The way she's working me up, it's like she knows exactly how to make me crave more. As she lowers herself onto my lap she begins gyrating her hips and bouncing up and down like she's a professional, and I'm extremely thankful that I'm not a guy. Which, if she gave Quinn and Hobbit lessons would that make her a professional? That's a question I should ask. Before I can get my train of thought back on the beauty on top of me, Brittany was ending her dance and grabbing my hand to lead me off stage. Last I checked, Quinn was swapping spots with Berry as another hot stripper came on stage, but I honestly don't care to stay and watch.

"Oh no, I've seen that look before. Satan, I know you're in a red dress, but please don't act like a devil to that poor girl. She has no idea what she's getting herself into."

I refuse to acknowledge lady lips, not while I'm still locking eyes with Brittany as she disappears off the side of the stage. I noticed as I was walking over to the bar that I still had her shirt in my hands from when she had it wrapped around my neck.

"First off lady Hummel, I don't act like a devil. You've just been around when Snixx has come in on the bitchtown express. Second, Brittany left her shirt with me, so maybe she knows exactly what she's getting herself into. Third," I finally turn to face him and bite my lower lip, "um, is she a stripper? Like in real life?"

Kurt laughs at my slightly strained voice at the end of the question, "No, she's an elementary school teacher and dance instructor. But, why don't you ask her those questions yourself, when you give her shirt back." He winks and points to the shirt still in my hand. Yeah, I should go find the blonde.

I make my way over towards the back of the club where I thought I saw Brittany disappear. But I must've been mistaken since I haven't seen her anywhere back here and the only thing left in front of me is a fire escape exit door.

"Over here."

I look around trying to find where the voice is coming from before I notice a hand sticking out of a black curtain, "Ummm, that's okay. I'm just looking for my friend." I say as I slowly back away. Surely, I haven't had that many drinks. Before I get too far the hand extends further and pushes the curtains to the side so I can see a still very scantily clad Brittany smirking at me. She had put her skirt and shoes back on, but seeing as I still had her shirt in my hand, her breasts were still very much on display.

"Geez Brittany, I thought you were some creeper trying to kidnap me."

She let's the most glorious sound fall from her lips, and I feel like my ears have finally gotten their first taste of Heaven. It's soft and airy and extremely beautiful, just like its owner. She continues to stare at me and I begin to fidget under her scrutiny. Most women don't have this effect on me- I'm the person that's usually sizing up other women.

"So, you remembered my name." She raises one eyebrow as a silent question while slipping her shirt over her shoulders and slowly buttoning it up, leaving the top few open allowing me to still see the top of her bra and amazing cleavage.

"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure you made me forget mine." I muttered the last part under my breath, but I'm pretty sure she heard me, so I quickly continue. "Everyone was yelling your name out during your dance… Which was awesome and super sexy. I just wanted to bring your shirt back for you since you, um, you left it on me."

Damnit Santana, get your head in the game. No girl has ever made you sound like a quivering idiot.

I barely get my sentence out before she grabs my hand and pulls me behind the black curtain. We're standing in a small room housing a few chairs and mirrors. "What is this?" I turn to face her and can't help but allow my eyes to drift over her facial features. She has a light dusting of freckles over her nose and cheeks that serve to highlight her slightly slanted intense ocean blue eyes. Her pink lips are slightly parted as she slips her rosy tongue out to moisten them.

"It's the changing area for the performers, the bar opened it up for us for tonight… But, is that really what you want to talk about?" My eyes slowly make their way back up to meet hers and I notice her gazing at my lips as well. We start to drift closer, and I honestly don't know if it's me or her or a combination of us both, but none of that matters the moment when our lips finally meet.

Our first kiss is so misleading. The timid way we leaned in, the semi-dark room, the simple fact that it's our first kiss would lead anyone to believe that it was quick, sloppy, and a little awkward.

They'd be wrong.

I've always been the type of person to laugh at people who say that they felt butterflies or that it was like sparks flew or fireworks or whatever other cliché thing they could think of. But, there's really no better way to put it. Her lips on mine are like an awakening of something within me that has been lying dormant for years.

The best way I can describe it is: tingles. From the top of my head to the tips of my toes I feel like everything I've ever questioned was finally shifting into focus and answers are just on the horizon.

Cliché? Yeah, probably. Yet no less accurate.

"Wow. I—um, wow."

I can't help but chuckle at her speechlessness and feel a little bit of relief that I'm not the only one feeling that way.

"What are you doing after this?" I look at her closely trying to gauge her response.

"Nothing planned, do you have something in mind?"

I nod and squeeze her hand, pulling her back out into the crowd with me as the bar announces their last call for drinks.

"Well well well, where did you two disappear to?" Quinn's giving me the once over when a slightly slurring Rachel appears out of nowhere next to her.

"Brit'nay, the dance was awesome! Sanks so much fo' teachin Quinniepoo how to do that! So hottt…" Rachel grins and leans in to give Quinn a sloppy kiss.

"Q, San and I are leaving, but I remember that we're having lunch tomorrow, so I'll make sure I'm back to the hotel to ride over with you." Brittany smiles brightly and hugs her best friend.

"You better be, you're the maid-of-honor. And you," She turns towards me, "you better keep her safe. I will hunt you down."

I can't help but chuckle on the inside; this chick has no clue who I am. I'm getting ready to give her some quippy retort when I notice Kurt looking at me, basically begging me to play nice. "Yeah, got it Fabgay. Don't worry I'll get your bestie back to you in one piece."

A/N: Should I continue?