(1) This is way over due, and I'm sorry it's taken so long! There's only 1 chapter left though, which will be split into 2 parts. How does a proposal sound? :)

(2) Title taken from Demi Lovato's 'Neon Lights'. If you want music inspiration listen to that, and 'Latch' by Disclosure.

(3) Please comment and let me know what you think!

Santana musters her most innocent expression, and smiles at the voucher, who waves her and Dani into the club without even thinking to take a second look at their fake ID's. Turns out she didn't have to go through all that trouble after all.

It's been six months since Dani had her breakdown and left her heart on her sleeve for Santana. She's been doing fantastic with regular visits to a therapist, courtesy of Santana, and it's taken a lot of effort on both of their parts, but they have made it through the storm, and what a better way to celebrate than a night out? They've spent an entire year together, working ten hour shifts at the Spotlights diner, and taking more than a few intermissions in the storage room- knocking a few more items off the shelves in their fury to attack each other than they'd care to admit.

Oh, and its Dani's birthday- and whatever she wants- she gets.

Dani instantly asked if they could go a few blocks down to a gay club called 'Neon Lights', which had a reputation for being the best around. Not much persuasion had to go into their outing considering one Rachel Berry had become even more of a diva after her debut in Funny Girl, as if that was even humanly possible.

The hallway into the club is so dimly lit, Santana finds herself cautiously shuffling against the wooden floor, which is proving to be a challenge considering she's wearing her favorite hot pink stiletto heels. They seem to be the only source of illuminating light at the moment. She hears Dani's signature giggle as she comes to walk in stride with Santana, wrapping an arm around her waist for support.

"I feel like an eighty year old man," Santana says as they reach the end of the tunnel that leads into the rest of the club. Theirs tassels hanging over the archway, separating the pair from the loud music that thumps on the other side.

"I think those stilts on your feet are preventing you from seeing too," Dani jokes back.

"They're my favorite!" Santana defends, "but I think you were wise to wear your combat boots," she adds, taking in the rocker-chic look of Dani's outfit.

She's wearing leather pants that catch every curvature of her waist-good lord- with her black combat boots that are folded over and laced up in the front. A Led Zeppelin tank top and leather jacket fit tightly around her shoulders as well, and her blonde hair is tastefully teased up; everything about it turns Santana on to the fullest. As she lifts the tassels, she wants nothing more than to feel that tight ass rubbing against her inner thighs, and she grabs Dani's hand to lead her into the main area.

It's definitely brighter in here than it was in the musky hallway, and Santana commends the designer for actually putting neon strobe lights on the ceiling. They're flashing on and off right now, revealing dancing bodies and abandoned high top tables with empty drink cups. Couples are grinding left and right with fancy drinks in their hands, and everyone that seems to be employed there is shirtless; overly muscular guys and extremely fit girls show off their bodies, designs of bright orange, pink, and green are painted all over their chests, stomachs, and arms, making them look like human glow sticks. Santana enjoys the name of the club even more now.

Dani is grinning, still taking in all of her surroundings when Santana turns to her.

"Something to drink?" she offers.

"Yeah," Dani replies, turning her body into Santana and leaning forward, her hands placed consciously on Santana's sternum. Santana doesn't quite know how Dani can be sexy just ordering a drink, but she thinks it probably has something to do with that outfit she's wearing. Or at least, that's what she's blaming it on. The feeling of being so close to Dani, the way she smells like home, and how incredibly warm her body is puts Santana on cloud nine. "I just want a Sprite," she answers.

Santana nods, remembering how Dani quit drinking alcohol all together a few months ago; the same couldn't be said for her. She needs a drink once in a while to take the edge off, and if Dani was going to be especially playful tonight? All the better. She drops Dani's hand and walks over to the bar, leaving Dani to wander over to a vacant table.

Santana orders herself a tequila on the rocks with no salt, and Dani's sprite from a man who reminds her very much of her bandmate Elliot. He's got longer hair that hangs over his eyes, which are outlined with dark makeup, giving him an edgy mysterious look. The man is very well built too, there's orange and green claw marks painted on his chest, making his huge pectoral muscles the center of attention.

Santana thanks him for the drinks and heads over to where Dani is seated, texting absentmindedly on her phone.

"Whatcha' doin?" Santana asks, loving the way Dani's features instantly relax when she spots her return.

"I'm tweeting about how hot my girl looks tonight," she responds with a smirk, gulping down most of her drink.

"Oh, thirsty are we?" Santana flirts back, sipping her tequila and thanking god that it' s the strongest drink she's had in a while.

"Mhhmm," is Dani's reply as she makes one last tap on her phone before putting it back in her pant pocket.

"Want to dance?" Santana asks, already knowing the answer to her question.

Dani gets that glint in her eye. The exact one she gives Santana before they take one of their intermissions, and her voice gets an octave higher when she answers, sneering like they're in high school. "Of course I do babe."

Santana downs the rest of her tequila like it's a soda, loving the way the alcohol licks flames down her throat, and instantly warms her stomach. She entwines their hands, and leads Dani to the dance floor.

It really doesn't take much effort for their bodies to move to the upbeat rhythm of the song. Dani immediately curls her fingers in her own light hair, tousling it up with the back of her hand, and Santana feels her eyes roll back in head. It is ridiculous how fast her hands are groping for Dani's hips and yanking her flush against her groin. Dani seems to receive the message, and begins grinding in slow circles against Santana, her hand still rested on the back of her head. Santana's skin tight dress pulls up at the bottom, probably revealing way too much for public viewing, but she can't bring herself to care because everything seems to get hotter. Dani's fingers drop from her hair and she leans back into Santana, resting the back of her head on Santana's shoulder, her mouth is slightly open but the same smirk is on her face.

"Fucking tease," Santana mutters in Dani's ear, nibbling her neck ever so slightly as it brushes against her collarbone.

"Want you," Dani replies.

Even over the loud music, Santana can hear how low and throaty Dani's voice is, and it sends her into overdrive. Every sense increases and colors dance in her eyes. That tone of voice is usually reserved for the times when she's groaning 'fuck me' or 'right there'.

Santana gives one last over-exaggerated gyration against Dani's backside before stepping away, leaving Dani confused and disoriented. When Dani flips around, her forehead creased in frustration, she is met with an open-mouthed kiss, one that is also, usually reserved for the bedroom.

Santana immediately feels her kiss back with equal desire, and she smiles into the kiss, satisfied with Dani's reaction. The room around them is spinning, and the lyrics to the upbeat song are suddenly apparent in Santana's ears. It's something about shooting stars, and running out of time or something- and Jesus Christ Dani's kissing her neck.

"Hey," Santana says, trying to gently nudge Dani away from her pulse point, because she's growing dangerously close to that spot and they both know that's Santana's weakness. "We need to stop or we won't last long."

"Don't care," Dani replies through her teeth, moving her head lower to kiss Santana's collarbone.

It is still very much apparent to Santana that they are in the middle of the dance floor, and they are still very much in public. "They are starting to-fuck-watch," she manages, just as Dani ruts her knee in the juncture between Santana's legs.

"No, they're dancing," she growls.

"Okay, we need to find a place to go," Santana huffs in a desperate tone, because she's hot, sweaty, and about to fuck her girlfriend in the middle of the dance floor for all society to enjoy.

"We have somewhere to go," Dani says, her head motioning in the other direction.

It only takes Santana cocking a questioning eyebrow for Dani to be yanking her back towards the dark hallway, reaching the bathroom in a fury of limbs. She clicks the metal lock after pulling Santana in, and in seconds, has her pinned against the wall, shoulder blades digging into the straight surface.

Just when their lips meet, Santana finds it extremely convenient that no one else is in the bathroom, and that they lasted a entirety of two minutes dancing. She doesn't think her lucky streak could get any better, until Dani reaches behind her, unzipping her dress. She feels the teeth pop one by one out of place, and she looks at Dani, who has hooded eyes, almost black in color. Dani's got the same expression on her face that she had a few minutes ago; her mouth is slightly open with pleasure, her neck thrown back in a way that just screams 'kiss me'. There's something about her teased hair too, that makes her want to knot her fingers in it and tell Dani exactly where to go.

"See something you like?" Dani teases, a grin on her lips, and Santana realizes she's been staring.

An unexpected growl escapes Santana's mouth, and before she knows it, she's shoving Dani backwards until they slam against the sink. Santana, balancing Dani's weight against the counter, hoists her up and sets her down there, and lord have mercy Dani's legs just fucking open-sesame and wrap around her waist, locking tightly behind Santana. A moan escapes her lips, and she rests her hands on the counter for a minute, entirely afraid she might fall into Dani.

"Ohh-ugh-fuck," Santana mumbles, and there is something about that word that sounds so perfect hanging in the air right now.

Dani has begun sucking on her pulse point, something she's wanted to do for what seems to be a while now because it instantly unravels Santana. Santana presses deeper into Dani, who unzips the rest of her dress painfully slow and shoves what she can of it down. It's too tight to actually fall to the ground, it bunches around her stomach, but she looks so gorgeous just standing there, her chest heaving up and down. Dani drinks in her caramel skin, and the way her nipples are just a few shades darker than the rest, it's almost all the same, and there is no presiding tan line.

Santana's yanking off Dani's clothes now too; first comes her leather jacket, and then her shirt, which momentarily delays the pressure of Dani's lips on her neck, and she whimpers when the contact releases.

There's a momentary pause, where Dani's lips pull off of Santana's skin with a quiet pop, and Santana flicks her finger to unbuckle Dani's bra. The music on the other side of the wall is still thumping loudly, along with some yelling, and Santana thinks for a minute she hears someone jiggle the handle of the door, but she's quickly thrown off balance when a mouth wraps around her nipple and tugs, causing her to involuntarily moan. Her hands, which up until this point have been rested on Dani's thighs, shoot up to grab hold of Dani's waist, and her fingernails curl into the skin there.

"Oh," Dani breathes, her voice high pitched and smooth, and within the second she's taken to say that, Santana's already guiding her head back down to her chest, begging for more.

"Please don't stop," she says, her voice quivering.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Dani answers, and returns to kissing the valley in between Santana's breasts, nipping sun-kissed skin, leaving a small trail of wet marks across her chest.

Santana's mouth drops open, and she pushes herself further into Dani, until there's not much space left in between them, every part of their bodies touching. Her body fits snug in between Dani's legs, her forehead sinking against Dani's shoulder, and for a second Santana imagines she can see them in full: Dani sitting on the counter, awkwardly shoved against the mirror, the slim catch of her legs around Santana, the tangle of limbs as Dani's mouth presses against her chest, licking the salty skin that resides there.

It's then that something buzzes in between them, and Dani abruptly pulls away, the vibration in her pocket continuing against Santana's core. Santana sighs, and puts both of her hands on Dani's stomach, letting out a frustrated huff. Dani giggles when she sees her phone screen, and runs a thumb along the bottom of it, the light of the screen putting a twinkle in her eyes.

"It's Rachel," she comments, and bites her lip.

Santana has half the mind to take the phone out of her hands and slam it against the wall. "How is it that she isn't even here, and she still manages to ruin everything?"

Dani laughs again, retrieving her bra that's found its way into the sink, and slides it around her middle, before buckling it, and pulling it over her shoulders. "We can just head back to my place. Maybe stop for some food first. Pancakes sound good right now."

"Why pancakes?" Santana questions, pulling her own dress up over her shoulders and zipping it back up.

"Ever since we had sex the first time, and you made me pancakes in the morning, I tend to crave breakfast food after we do it," Dani explains, and her cheeks turn red.

Santana leans over and presses a chaste kiss on Dani's lips, "That's really sweet. But I think I literally am going to have to kill Berry for ruining sexy time."

"That's what's kind of funny though," Dani says, and hands Santana her phone, which is pulled up on twitter.

There's a picture of Santana leaning against the bar, staring at the Elliot-look alike. It's taken from a bit of a distance, but you can still make out the tight fit of her black dress, and hot pink heels that define her leg muscles. Dani's tweeted this picture, with the caption, 'My girl is looking hella fine tonight!' There are already 20 retweets- mostly from friends and other co-workers from the diner, and Rachel has been the first to comment.

Santana bursts out laughing when she reads the simple sentence.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do!

Dani's reply deserves all the pancakes in the world.

Too late!