Prompt:- "Hey, what about Puck and Santana's strip club scene?"

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She's woken by a dull pain pressing into her side. It's not enough to make her want to open her heavy eyes though, so Santana just rolls over and snuggles back into her blankets. Her bed in April's house is like sleeping surrounded by clouds and she plans to spend as much time in it as possible. It's summer and she has no class to be in and she feels like she could sleep for another 30 hours.

"Have fun last night did you?"

Brittany's sharp voice causes Santana to wake a little more but it's still not enough for her to open her eyes, a dopey grin forming on her face instead.

"Britt Britt come sleep with me," she mumbles out as she blindly reaches her hands out for her girlfriend, not entirely sure if she's dreaming or not.

Her hands catch an arm or leg or something and she pulls forward weakly but to no avail.

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon, Santana."

She finally blinks the sleep out of her eyes and wipes the drool away from her chin, trying to gather her sluggish thoughts into something coherent. She supposes she should get up.

She glances up to see her girlfriend properly and smiles, her eyes trailing up long, tan legs only covered up by a tiny pair of shorts, a sliver of skin showing between them and a tight tshirt. Yes, there are much more fun things she could be doing with her girlfriend rather than sleeping.

Although the pissed off expression on Brittany's face once Santana's gaze settles there certainly doesn't bode well for what she has on her mind right now. Her heart rate picks up and her brain starts to kick into gear as she thinks about what her girlfriend could be pissed about.

"You guys must have had a big one at Mike's last night," the blonde comments but it sounds a lot more like an accusation and Santana nods dumbly while internally panicking.

Shit. Brittany totally knows.

"The photos sure look like you had a good time."

Santana's eyes widen and she sits up. "What photos?"

Brittany just laughs mirthlessly and pulls her phone from her pocket, pressing a few buttons before scrolling her thumb along the screen.

"Puck's instagram account documented most of the night. My particular favourite is the shot of you with your head buried in some stripper's cleavage."

Brittany is fuming now and Santana jumps out of bed, not needing to look at the photos because even though she was pretty wasted last night she still remembers what happened.

"Fuck. Britt that's not what happened." She reaches for the blonde but Brittany steps back and Santana's hands fall back to her sides. "I was just sitting there and she rubbed her tits in my face. I swear to god I didn't even know she was going to do that! Puck paid for a lap dance without telling me."

Brittany scoffs and shakes her head. "It doesn't look like you were pushing her away."

"It happened in all of like three seconds!" Santana tries to defend herself. She knows it wasn't her finest moment but she didn't do anything wrong. "And it's not like you'd have even known about it if Puck hadn't been playing paparazzi!"

As soon as Brittany's eyes flare wide Santana knows she's really stepped in it. Their eyes lock for a tense moment before the blonde shakes her head in disbelief and disappointment and turns to walk away.

Santana calls after her but knows it's useless, sitting back down on the side of her bed and letting out a frustrated breath. She swears she could punch herself in the face sometimes. She needs to stop saying stupid shit.

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Santana calls a dozen times and leaves a bunch of apologetic voicemails but for the next day they go unanswered. She calls Quinn out of desperation and gets an earful from her about it too. Then she's so pissed off that she goes round to Puck's and yells at him for twenty minutes about the shit he's dumped her in. Of course he accepts no responsibility and says that he didn't force her to go to the club, which is true, and that he didn't force her to sit there for a lap dance, also true – she just didn't want to be rude to the girl, and that he's not the one who said that stupid shit to Brittany – also true. So really in the end she leaves feeling a lot worse than she came.

Another day passes with nothing from the blonde and Santana can't take it anymore so she finally goes over to the Pierce residence, hoping against hope that neither of Brittany's parents are home.

Thankfully they aren't and she only has to endure an interrogation at the door from the youngest Pierce, which is probably worse because Leah definitely dislikes her most out of the Pierces.

Santana is pretty sure that Leah is about to shut the door in her face when Brittany appears behind her and tells her to go back to watching TV. Leah gives Santana one last stink-eye before heading back into the house.

Brittany doesn't invite Santana in though and it stings a little, the blonde leading them out to the chairs on the porch around the side of the house.

"Britt, I'm sorry for being an idiot," she says sincerely. "I mean I wasn't lying about how I didn't know the stripper was going to do that, and I didn't even touch her intentionally…I mean I didn't even think we were allowed to touch them. Not that I wanted to!" she adds quickly, not wanting to fuck up again. "But I shouldn't have said that thing about you not finding out. I would have told you." Which is absolutely the truth. "The photos just make it look much worse than it was."

Brittany nods but Santana can tell she's still upset.

"Why did you even go there?"

Her voice is small and it pulls at something in the brunette's chest. She knows she's hit on the real problem.

"Are you upset that I was there?"

Brittany shrugs. "I mean would you like it if I spent the night staring at half naked women? Having their boobs rubbed in my face?"

And that's when Santana finally gets it.

"Britt," she says gently, waiting for the blonde to look up at her. "I only went because Puck, Mike and Mercedes wanted to go. I spent most of my time talking to Mercedes about you which is why Puck bought me that lap dance." She leans forward to brush away Brittany's bangs before holding her face gently. "I promise you, I would rather watch you doing homework fully clothed than watch any of those girls."

Santana hopes that Brittany can see how much she absolutely means it and is relieved when the blonde gives her the easy smile she's been missing the last couple of days.

"You know I think I'd give an excellent lap dance," Brittany winks.

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