"Oh, you're gonna thank us for this, Britt! This is gonna be your best birthday ever!"

Brittany couldn't help but roll her eyes for the millionth time that night since Kurt and Tina revealed where they were headed to continue celebrating her 21st birthday. She actually thought that their last stop would be at the theatres for the premiere of Maleficent, and it would have been a perfect way to call it a day that way, but after they took her to a fancy dinner at Breadstix, which was clearly great, too, because she loves that restaurant more than any other for some reason, she had to be dragged to the last place she had planned to be at the moment. It was her birthday, after all, and she was supposed to be having a say on how and where it was to be celebrated. But if you had "best" friends like Tina that you have to avoid pissing off because of her tendency to turn bipolar, and Kurt who has a thousand and one ways in his pocket to manipulate you in saying yes to his every whimsical ideas, she would rather not give her own input, especially when Kurt had to pull the 'Okay, let's just call Rachel' weapon on her.

Not that Brittany hated her roommate and other best friend, Rachel, but she was a little thankful the shorter brunette had been caught up in a late night rehearsal for a school musical that she had been casted to play the lead and was probably heading home exhausted otherwise they would be forced (Rachel's persuasion skills is not to be underestimated) to take the "celebration" to the young diva's favorite karaoke bar and sit through her singing the entire setlist she had prepared for Brittany's birthday. Knowing Rachel, of course, it would surely take up the whole night, as even an ordinary Rachel Berry setlist for a regular night of get-together with friends would nearly take as long as an entire concert, much more if it was a special occasion like, say, her favorite best friend's birthday. Kurt threatened that if she doesn't go with them to an appropriate place for a celebration, he would call Rachel and go through with the initially proposed Karaoke night, saying he wouldn't mind that much sitting through an entire set of Rachel's boring musical selections as he was a huge Broadway fan anyway.

That's how they ended up in a sleazy dance club as, of course, suggested by Kurt, who was looking to find another hook-up, clearly to hide the fact that he still is not over getting dumped by his boyfriend of six months just a few weeks ago.

Brittany was nowhere near being a prude. Sure, she may not have had experienced a few things as those of the same age typically had, but for the most part, she still had the "normal" life as others. She partied hard a couple times, got drunk with her friends until she passed out a few times, and dated a guy she met at a drunken encounter in a club in Lima. The last was a one-time experience though and she almost didn't go through with the date if only she wasn't strict on keeping her promises, even if it was made while she was terribly drunk. Just one dinner, the guy begged, and see where it goes. So just one dinner it was, and Brittany ended it up with him right after. After Jake (or John, or James, she couldn't even remember), she never went out on a date again, and that was 2 years ago.

So, in short, Brittany did love partying for the sake of, well, partying – having fun, dancing, drinking, goofing around with her friends. This time, however, was different as she was well aware of some other motive her friends had behind tonight's clubbing. It's no secret to their small circle of friends that Brittany was, even at her age, romantically and, obviously, sexually inexperienced. Proudly so, if you ask Brittany herself. And it's not like her friends think it's the most terrible thing ever. In fact, they applaud and respect her for that. She had just turned twenty-one. Finally a young adult, soon to be graduating from Juilliard, probably with flying colors and all that with her remarkable dancing skills, very beautiful and attractive but still so very much single and loveless for probably as long as Rachel Berry started dreaming about making it in Broadway. Sure, she had dated a few times before, always because of the incredible persistence of her friends, but definitely never had them taken seriously. Her friends never had figured out why.

So yeah, making this about finding Brittany a new "boy-toy", as Kurt love to put it, just made this night awfully less fun. On top of that, it really just wasn't her best day ever. Her dance partner got badly injured in their rehearsal this morning, just 2 days before they had to audition for a lead role in an upcoming in-school dance musical. It was going to be impossible to find another partner, practice and improvise their choreography in whatever time left before the audition, and she had exams to prepare and study for the week so she was stressed out like hell and partying is the last thing on her mind right now.

"I must say, Kurt, your idea of a birthday celebration is so original and fantastic. This is so much better than us, best friends having a sleepover at my apartment, and eat lots and lots of ice cream all night, and paint our nails while watching re-runs of Sweet Valley High to relax! Hey, it's even better than you guys helping me with all my homework to lessen my worries about school for the rest of the weekend. That would really be a bad birthday gift for your academically struggling friend, right?"

"Brittany, we do all those things for your birthday, like, every year. And at least it's not Karaoke night with the one and only, Rachel Berry!" Argued Tina, exasperated, only to receive another eye roll from the blonde. "And how a dance major student not want to celebrate her birthday dancing all night, I don't understand."

"If I wanted to dance, Tina, I can do so whenever I want without having to be stuffed inside this smelly establishment surrounded by crazy drunks practically having sex on the dance floor. In fact, if I wanted to dance, I might as well do it while looking for the perfect replacement for Chad as my dance partner and try to come up with moves to finish the whole choreography. And hey, why not just dance the whole night in my apartment while finishing that paper on Dance History I have to turn in on Monday, right?"

"Hey, what's got your granny panties in a twist, Susan?" Annoyed, Kurt could only roll his eyes at the pouting blonde. "We're just going to pretend you didn't say anything because you're being such a baby right now, if not a grandma, Britt."

"You know what you need, Britt? You need to find some hottie from around here to help you loosen up tonight." Tina suggested, and it was just as she suspected her friends had planned, Brittany thinks. "I mean, what are you so afraid of? You're finally twenty-one, you're legal, and you're beautiful. One flirty look with your gorgeous blue eyes and you'll have everyone around lining for your pot of gold." And before Brittany could make another retort, the Asian girl continued, "And yeah, I know you stay true to that "true love and soul mate" crap, but who knows? I mean, Mike and I met in a club with even worse environment as this, and it was supposed to be a one night stand, but look at us now? Two years and still going strong."

At that, Brittany gave up arguing, knowing that whatever comeback she could fire, her ever so persuasive friends would surely have a few annoying arguments prepared to retort. And besides, how was she to argue with that? Mike and Tina are the perfect example of a couple truly in love and devoted to each other. They are soul mates, if you ask anyone. Tina is one of her best friends, one of the nicest people Brittany knows and she really does deserve a guy like Mike, who has all the qualities of a man any girl could ask for. And if Brittany was even the slightest bit interested in dating right now, she would go through everything to find a guy exactly the same as Mike Chang, or a brother perhaps, to finally have the first-hand experience of what it's like to have a committed and blissful relationship and finally shut her friends up about how it's long overdue that she entertain the idea of being romantic with someone. But Brittany is, for years and years, waiting. Still waiting.

Couldn't find an empty booth, they stayed at the bar and Kurt, as the gentleman, he says, paid for the first set of drinks, giving the strongest one predictably to the birthday girl. Brittany thinks it's obviously a trap but knows it's futile to not give in when it's Kurt and Tina's persuasion skills in fusion. She winced in disgust when she noticed one shameless rugged guy winking suggestively at her. Gross. Tina couldn't help but laugh at her friend.

After a few shots, they started swaying a little bit in place to the loud music. Brittany was starting to loosen up, grinding up with Tina now. "Would you look at that?" Tina slurred and nudged Kurt, pointing at someone on the dance floor. "It's the cute guy you were ogling at the other night. And it looks like he's alone this time."

"Oh my god!" Kurt, as expected, let out a girlish squeal at the sight of a cute guy. "What are we waiting for then? Let's go dancing!" He excitedly announced, gripping Tina's wrist to drag her to the dance floor but not before looking at the birthday girl herself who seemed to not be thinking the same thing. "Aren't you coming, Britt?"

"Nah, I'll pass. I feel like throwing up that spaghetti we ate an hour ago."

Kurt, knowing the blonde too well, saw past the alibi. Every time Kurt and Tina finds a new dance partner, they would then urge Brittany to find someone for herself to dance with, too, and he could see that Brittany was trying to, as expected, avoid that. Of course, so did Tina, who just rolled her eyes at her friend and run off to the dance floor with Kurt. "Whatever, grandma!" Brittany heard a yell thrown her way but, with her slightly tipsy state, couldn't determine if it was Kurt or Tina's.

And just like that, Brittany was left on her own, with a drunk guy on the next stool, eyeing her creepily and smelled like he had just sucked in a truck load of cancer sticks not so long ago. Call her rude but Brittany couldn't help but cover her nose and look away to the other direction with a scoff when said guy leaned in towards her and lamely greeted her with the same old: "Hey there, sexy lady." with his foul breath and shit-eating grin.

When the disgusting man still couldn't take the hint and continued his failing attempts at flirting, Brittany have had enough and decided right then to get the hell out of the place and ditch her friends who had so rudely abandoned her when it was supposed to be her night! Without warning, she lifted herself up from her stool forcefully in annoyance, catching the smelly drunk in surprise, and accidentally colliding with another body who happened to be passing by just right behind her.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" Brittany frantically inquired when she turned around and found that she had clumsily bumped into a young woman, a brunette, who now had a hand massaging the upper part of her left breast. If Brittany didn't know the woman was obviously in pain and she was the cause of it, her eyes would have widened in shock and she would have judged her harshly for practically touching herself in public.

"Ow." Groaned the other girl.

"I am very, very sorry." Brittany shamefully apologized, her trembling hands floating above the girl's shoulder, hesitating yet ready to offer help to the victim of her clumsy elbow, who was still looking down and slightly crouched in pain.

Brittany mentally cursed herself and was awaiting for a lash out from the other girl. Instead, a warm hand was placed on her shoulder to calm her down and a sweet, raspy voice echoed in her ears. "No, it's okay." And Brittany was left stunned in surprise with the sudden warm touch and that oddly familiar voice. She really wasn't sure if she heard that voice before but, somehow, it made her heart skip a beat. But her surprise instantly increased ten-folds when the girl then looked up to Brittany's nervous eyes and revealed that beautiful face that she thought she would never lay eyes again beyond her nightly dreams.

"S-Ss" Brittany attempted to pronounce only to make it seem like a low hiss. The word was at the tip of her tongue but she just couldn't bring herself to say it. Shock was taking over her and eating her words.

Seemingly amused by Brittany's dumbfounded expression, the other girl flashed a knowing smile, stunning the blonde even more. "Stop saying sorry. It was partly my fault for not looking where I was going." The girl then turned around and started to step away, but not without flashing the stunned blonde a (flirty?) wink.

Oh my god! Stunned. Oh. My. God. Brittany repeated in her head. She couldn't be mistaken. She had been waiting to see that face again for so many years! And though there were obvious changes in her features, but that smile, that adorable dimple, that voice, those eyes. It was impossible to be wrong.

Santana.

When she was snapped out of her reverie, however, the other girl was no longer in sight. She was already lost in the sea of people dancing mindlessly. Brittany felt a sudden surge of panic and all she wanted was to find the brunette again. Oh, how she longed to find her again, but she was held back in a daze, knees too weak to move, mind too blown to properly function, and her heart was beating dangerously fast, she swore it could kill her in a few seconds more if it goes on.

Her knees slightly wobbled and she was sat back on her stool again, beside the smelly drunk who still had the guts to resume his shameless flirting but she now had completely ignored. Then she thought back, not only on what happened a moment ago, but years ago. Thirteen years ago, to be quite exact.

Santana.

She still almost could not believe what had just happened. It was all too instant and surreal. And her heart seemed conflicted if it wanted her to cry or smile. Cause really, just when she thought that it was about time she moves on from her childish fantasies and let go of all the memories of her immature days of puppy love, knowing that it'll be a fruitless effort waiting for someone for so many years who seemed to have broken her promise, she came back. Santana from her childhood. Santana, her best friend, her fake childhood betrothed, her first love. Her Santana.

She had made quite a trip down memory lane before realization struck her. Santana had just left. Even when Brittany was sure they shared a dreamy eye-contact for a few seconds, she just disappeared right after. Did Santana not recognize her? Did she forget about Brittany? Those thoughts were worse than any nightmare now for the still trembling blonde. Santana would never forget her. How could she? Sure, it was almost thirteen long freaking years ago, but Brittany had not forgotten one memory of them, so how could Santana?

Perhaps, she thinks, it has to do with the lighting. The disco lights were a pain in the neck even for her so Santana must have not seen her clearly. Surely, she hopes. That's why she had to find her, and fast, before it's too late and Santana might leave soon and their chance of meeting again would now vanish for God knows how long again.

As hasty as humanly possible, she circled the club, saw Tina making a fool of herself at the DJ Booth, and Kurt dancing with some shorter guy she couldn't care less about now. When she couldn't find Santana in the sea of people dancing mindlessly, she tried the bathrooms, and in every nook and cranny, but, still, to no avail. She walked back to the bar, panting and frowning, and the creepy guy from earlier looked at her weird, and, with her frustration, almost wanted to punch him.

She lost Santana. Again.

All she could do in her growing frustration is slump in her seat and plant her face on her palms, almost in the verge of tears.

Meanwhile, not so far from where she stood, brown eyes were affixed at the slumped blonde, curious and adoring.

Santana had just taken a free drink from some hot ginger who practically begged her for a dance. It's not like she didn't think the redhead was attractive enough to deserve her attention. She just wanted to get back at that hot blonde who bumped into her not so long ago. The girl caught her eye and Santana Lopez, being Santana Lopez, was headstrong and never backs down when she wanted something.

She saw the girl's expression when their eyes met and admits she was a little taken with the girl's eyes too, and Santana was confident that she would be able to charm the gorgeous blonde. And it was what she had wanted to do right then until she remembered that her annoying brother was still on the other line and she had to find a quieter spot to get back to him and finally know what he was calling about first before she could go back to the blonde. When she told the hot blonde she will be right back, she wasn't really sure the other girl heard her as she seemed to be lost in her thoughts. Santana likes to think the girl was just taken by her incredibly good looks, but whatever. She will get the girl, no matter what.

When her brother had finally hung up, though, she turned to find that the girl was no longer where she last saw her. She couldn't help but feel greatly disappointed, for some reason, even when some hot girl Mikayla, or Mitch, or Michelle, whatever, came up to her and offered her a drink. It was her fourth in just her first 30 minutes in the club and she was seriously buzzed.

But not long after, she thinks it was her lucky night when the same girl was finally back at the same spot they first met. For a moment, she was worried as to why the girl was facepalming herself, with a weirdo staring hungrily just beside her. But she did not dwell on those thoughts for more than two seconds and decided to grab her chance before it flies away again.

She walked hastily towards the girl until she was standing right in front of her. The girl looked up and, yet again, looked stunned to see Santana. "Hey." She called, with all the sexiness her raspy voice could make. It was already a proven fact that the said move never failed Santana to charm any woman she pursues. And yes, it seemed to have succeeded, however, the girl's reaction was even more surprising. At the sight of Santana, there was now a certain glow in the girl's beautiful blue eyes, and her pretty pink lips broke into a wide smile, too wide if you consider the fact they practically just met and there really was no reason for the girl to look like she had been waiting for Santana to show up in her life or something. Though she certainly isn't going to complain. It just means this would take her less work to get her mission accomplished, not that she would mind either way. "Can I buy you a drink?"

When the blonde still couldn't bring herself to speak, Santana didn't want to wait for a response that seems to not be coming and took it upon herself to ask the bartender for the same drink the other girl had previously ordered, before turning her attention back to the stunned and equally stunning beauty next to her. The girl was still staring at her in marvel like she suddenly turned into Beyonce, and honestly, Santana would have felt creeped out (though honestly she did feel it a bit) if the girl wasn't so mesmerizing herself. Although she couldn't say the same thing about the creepy guy on the other side of the blonde that she just wanted to beat up black and blue for blatantly leering at the blonde.

"S-Santana?"

At this, it was now Santana's turn to be at a loss of words. "Uh – "

Santana's seemingly surprised expression made Brittany's brow arch in confusion. "Don't you remember me? It's me, Brittany."

The brunette was even more confused. How did this girl know her? She couldn't remember introducing herself earlier. And, "Brittany?" she asked, more to herself, racking her drunken mind trying to remember any prior meetings they had, but really could think of none. She was about to ask the girl how in the world did she know who Santana was, but the flicker of hope in the girl's gorgeous blue eyes made her think twice. The girl, Brittany, looked at her as if she desperately wanted Santana to recognize or remember her, and Santana just couldn't dampen that hope. "Brittany!" she pretentiously exclaimed, awkwardly she admits. She instantly regretted pretending and for a miniscule moment she thought of bolting. If this girl knows Santana, assuming it was from a past hook-up, and expects to be remembered by her, then she's probably one of those clingy girls who automatically thinks sex is dating or something. Besides, the city of New York is too big to waste on settling with repeat performances. Five minutes alone in this club and she had already spotted at least 3 potential candidates for tonight's private party at Casa Lopez.

But when those gorgeous blue eyes met hers after their little incident at the bar earlier, Santana just couldn't help but be drown into them, as cliché as it sounds. She's blonde, she's absolutely beautiful, and with a bangin' body to add, Santana thinks she is perfect, physically at least. And looking into the pretty girl's face now, Santana wishes she wasn't so drunk and with useless hazy eyes so she could properly admire the perfection presenting herself before her. Her head was throbbing like a bitch, she now regretted taking that drink, whatever the hell it was, from that hot redhead earlier.

"What are you doing here? In New York?" Even with her growing headache, her ears perked up at the blonde's question. "I thought you were in California. When did you move here?"

Santana grew even more confused, if it was even possible. So, this girl knew her from before she moved to New York? "Uh, just a few weeks ago." The girl just nodded but Santana sees she looked like she wanted to say something more when the bartender interrupted them with the drinks Santana ordered for them. "Here you go, Hermosa." She said as she handed the other drink to the blonde with her sickening sweet smirk that seemed to have the desired effect on the taller girl if the blush and the creeping smile in her face is anything to go by. Santana's smirk widen even more, momentarily forgetting what the curious girl had asked her about just a moment ago.

"Thank you, Santana. You really didn't have to buy me a drink. In fact, I should be the one buying one for you after what my clumsiness had done to you earlier."

"Oh, that's silly. In fact," she slurred a little as she imitated Brittany's intonation, "I should be thanking you for bumping into me otherwise I would have missed the chance of talking to the hottest girl I've seen tonight."

Again, the blonde's face blushed even more beautifully.

Santana thinks she may know this girl pre-moving in New York, probably in Los Angeles, obviously years ago if she can't even remember how and when. She's admittedly terrible at remembering faces and putting names in them, but how a face like Brittany's escaped her memory is beyond her. She must have gotten some mild amnesia or some sort she wasn't aware of. Possibly. She should ask her brother first thing in the morning.

No matter, she had a mission – to take this gorgeous blonde home and see if she is, indeed, as perfect as she appears - and she is pushing through it, tonight or never. "So," Santana starts, to put an end to the awkward silence, but regrets it right away when she realizes that, thanks to her untimely stupidity and drunkenness, the girl's name had escaped her memory, yet again. She looks away from the intoxicating blue eyes that were not helping her in her desperate task to recollect her name from their earlier conversation, and thankfully, she remembers before the other girl grows suspicious. "Brittany," she tried, without making it seem that she was actually testing whether or not she got it correct. When the girl responded with a big beautiful smile, Santana mentally sighed in relief. "You go here a lot?"

Brittany's feelings were dampened seeing as Santana didn't seem too interested in talking about their past as childhood best friends which further confirms that the brunette didn't recognize her, or, worse, did not have any recollection of their past. And it hurts even more because she thought her name was already a giveaway, but, even still, Santana seems to not remember her existence once upon a time in her childhood days.

"It's my first time in this club."

"And you're not with Stinky Pete over there, right?" Santana jokingly asked, pointing at the annoying weirdo sitting on the other side of the blonde.

"Hell no!" Brittany exclaimed quite defensively.

Santana chuckled. "For a moment I was honestly worried about that. But hey, I was just being stupid for ever thinking even for just a second that a gorgeous hot girl like you would even bat an eye on the likes of Stubbles McUgly."

Brittany tried so hard not to blush on the comment of her supposed "hotness" and remembered how she was alone in the first place. "I'm here with my friends. They dragged me here to celebrate my birthday."

"It's your birthday?" Brittany nodded shyly. "And to think I found you standing alone the whole time I saw you." Santana said incredulously, slowly switching on to bitch-mode, not on Brittany, of course. "Where are these friends? They clearly need a lesson or two on how to do a proper birthday celebration and how it definitely isn't supposed to be done alone."

Although she could see that Santana had switched to her "Mean Sanny" mode as she remembered from their childhood days, she couldn't help but smile because when they were kids, Santana was only like that when she tries to protect Brittany from getting sad or hurt. And Brittany couldn't help the hopeful thought that after all this time, Santana still has that instinctive overprotectiveness towards her. "They're dancing. I wasn't up for it so I stayed behind."

"Why is that? Don't you like dancing?"

And just like that, Brittany's hopes sank further. Now it was so obvious that Santana didn't remember her because if she did, she would know that ever since they were little kids, dancing was her second favorite thing to do just right next to, well, following Santana around like a little puppy always wanting the attention. But she decided to keep her cool about it. "Quite the opposite. I'm actually a dance major at Juilliard. In my second year now."

"Gee, really?" Brittany gave another shy nod. "We should really test those moves later, you think?" Brittany's eyes widen at the suggestion. "You know, dance? When you're already in the mood for it."

Goodness, where are all these pathetic lines coming from, Lopez! Santana mentally chastised her drunken self. Somehow, this girl was making her lose her game and desperately come up with cooler lines only to sound more and more pathetic, but still it seemed to work on Brittany like a charm if the infinite blush and the obviously suppressed smile on the girl's face was any indication.

For several minutes, Brittany took the time talking, or rather rambling, about her life in New York or whatever, Santana really wasn't sure. As intrigued as Santana was to the other girl, she couldn't really bring herself to listen to everything that came out of the girl's sexy mouth, not when those beautiful pink lips, that looked so soft and lovely, were moving in the most captivating ways that it was doing some magical things to Santana's feelings, messing up with her head, and gluing her eyes to said spot as if nothing else but Brittany existed at the moment. She could just be drunk and horny, she thinks, but whatever, Brittany was just so mesmerizingly beautiful in every way.

"I'm talking too much, aren't I?" Brittany said when she realized Santana was just wordlessly staring while she blabbered drunkenly, and looked down shyly.

"No. I like watching you talk." Santana quickly interjected, but regretted it just as quick. She was probably going to scare the girl off soon at this rate. "Not in a creepy way, I mean. Just that, you have pretty lips."

Brittany only brushed harder in lieu of a thanks, as expected, and Santana thinks the girl just couldn't get any cuter.

The blonde was fighting so hard not to implode at the intensity of Santana's gaze that was directed towards her, and only her. It's as if Santana couldn't keep her eyes off her like they were the only two people in the room and it felt really amazing. That look, those beautiful brown eyes, were just too much for her little hammering heart to handle. It made her look away involuntarily, blushing profusely, with lips she fought so hard to control not to break out into the widest smile she could ever make. What she didn't expect to see when she looked up ahead was a seething redhead, glaring at Brittany like she was trying to blow a hole on the blonde's head.

She didn't even know the girl or what crime she must have committed to warrant such a hateful glare. It didn't take long for her to figure out that the redhead was obviously not pleased with her interaction with Santana. For a moment, Brittany's heart sank at a sudden intuition that the girl could be Santana's girlfriend, or something of the sort, if she thinks she had the right to make angry faces when Santana would be "flirting" with other girls.

"Uh –" She hesitated as she looked up to Santana's gaze, really dreading what the response to her upcoming question was going to be. "There's a girl…over there –" she subtly pointed to the ginger's direction. "She's been staring at me like she's plotting my death."

Confused, Santana followed the direction Brittany was tentatively pointing at and recognized the redhead who offered the definitely toxic drink earlier that was now working its intended bad effects on Santana's head with the throbbing headache and slightly blurry vision.

"Are you with her?"

"No!" Santana blurted rather defensively. "No. It's just that I took a drink she offered me earlier. She probably thought I was interested when the truth was," she met the blonde's shy gaze with her confident one, smirking charmingly as she watched how her actions rendered the desired effect on the girl's expression and huskily whispered, "I was actually looking for you." The blonde was yet again, speechless at her words. "I was worried I wouldn't find you again. You were gone so quickly." Yes, Santana might be on a mission to take the girl home, but it doesn't mean she wasn't being honest with the other girl. In fact, she didn't want to imagine how disappointed she would be if the night had ended without seeing Brittany's beautiful face again.

Brittany felt her stomach flip at those words. She couldn't help but think that it was because of the connection that they still so obviously have even after so many years, even if Santana didn't seem to remember her at all, and she was so glad the brunette seemed to feel just the same.

Feeling more confident after seeing the results of her perfected charming, Santana leaned in a bit closer to the blonde and made her fingers crawl across the bar table towards the tips of Brittany's and grazed them as she spoke in the same raspy voice that she notices Brittany seems to like, "So, you already in the mood?" Brittany's heart skipped a bit at the question and what was possibly insinuated. She swallowed the lump in her throat and Santana noticed it and thought her question was probably misunderstood so she added, "For some dancing. Let's see the birthday girl herself bust some moves like the awesome Juilliard girl she is."

With Santana's blatant flirting, Brittany finally had a sudden surge of confidence. She had never really felt comfortable when people flirted with her, especially in a similar setting as clubs and such, but Santana seemed to be an exception. Like always. She met Santana's flirty eyes with her own and with a little smirk, she replied, "I thought you'd never ask."

She slowly got up, not taking her eyes off the brunette and walked slightly ahead to the dance floor, adding a little sway with her hips for effect that surely didn't go to waste with the leering Latina. Santana stood up and followed her, keeping her gaze fixed at blonde's flawless back features like she was under some sort of a spell, placing her hands on either of Brittany's waist, and holding her from behind, possessively or so Brittany likes to think, like she did not want Brittany to stray away to someone else's arms or disappear again. Brittany could feel Santana's hot breath on the back of her neck and thinking how close Santana's face to her sensitive neck like that made all the heat accumulated inside her pool in the other particular sensitive and significantly lower part of her body.

Brittany expected the other way around, since she was obviously the taller one despite the added height of Santana's killer heels, but Santana positioned herself behind the blonde and held Brittany closely in her front. Santana slowly sneaked in her hands from gripping the blonde's hips to encircling her stomach as they grind against each other to the beat of the music. Being held like that by Santana - her childhood best friend, her childhood knight and sweetheart, made her heart swoon even more than the whole time they've been together. The smile in her face was just so impossible to contain anymore. She had waited for this moment. Thirteen years! It was because of Santana that she believed in promises and fate. Santana promised to come back and they will find each other again, and here she is now, with the help of fate, still so beautiful, and still has Brittany's heart.

They had been in their own world, dancing hotly for what felt like forever, and as much as Brittany loved the feeling of being in Santana's arms, she wanted to try holding her, too, locking the beautiful brunette in her strong arms so she could make her feel how she made Brittany feel as well. But Santana's embrace held her firm, as if not wanting to let her go, and Brittany finds she is just okay with that. She is more than okay with that, and they continue to sway, now even more sensually and deliciously slow to the loud upbeat music.

Santana looked down at Brittany's mesmerizing ass grinding against her front and instantly she was hypnotized. She was going to lose it here if she didn't take them somewhere else so she leaned in to the blonde's ear, grazing it with her lips as she whispered, "Want to go somewhere else?"

And Brittany thinks that this is going to be it. She's going to lose her –

She took some time to think, not necessarily against it, because, God, Santana!

She's twenty-one and the only remaining virgin in her small circle of friends but it doesn't mean she was not familiar with the other bases and whatever leads to what. After all, she had dated three times before (although, admittedly, none of those dating experiences gave her any reliable knowledge when it comes to sexual intimacy and relationships as they never really lasted long) and all of them had reached just one step right before ripping their clothes off and doing it until Brittany would timely stop it because it just doesn't feel right and then breaking it off with them permanently after. None of those dates lasted more than ten days anyway so she could hardly refer to any of them as "relationship experience". And if she was being honest with herself, none of those guys had even turned her on, unbelievable as it sounds considering they had all been good-looking men and treated her nicely. In fact, now that she thought about it, she realized that no one had actually turned her on even half as much as Santana did with just one single look, or a small smile, or a slight touch, and even she knew all those times she agreed to a hot make-out session with her exes was just to check for herself if she was not asexual or anything like Rachel (yes, it had to be fucking Rachel) suggested in sophomore year when she adamantly refused to date and turned down almost ten guys in a week. She would then realize that yeah, like normal teenage kids, she had raging hormones that need to be fulfilled (however, she also realized that it was a task that she is perfectly capable of doing herself, and even better than everyone who attempted), and that she sometimes took the offers of her exes of giving her a hand but just ends up feeling disgusted later and never pleased.

For example, when Tina persuaded her to date Marco Garcia, junior year. Sure, even that time when she was in her puberty and should be exploring these things teenagers were supposed to, she was remotely interested in dating and it worried her friends, much to her confusion. So when Rachel and Tina insisted she accept his invitation as date for prom, Marco, being nice, good-looking, tan, with cute dimples to go with his big smile, seemed like the best choice. Not long after, she discovered that the popular jock was just a typical high school boy who was horny almost every time they were alone together and was always requesting for "hot make-out sessions" that Brittany was almost too disgusted to grant. Just after barely two weeks of dating, Marco "nicely" asked they finally do it, Brittany turned him down faster than he could say 'fuck', and had finally found a good excuse to get rid of him, as evil as it sounded. He was actually her longest "relationship". After that, it became a cycle: her friends introduce her to someone, she would try dating them for some time, when they ask for sex, she would feel disgusted about it, and break it off with them. Two dates later, Brittany finally gave up on dating, and that was over two years ago. Not her loss, though, as all she wanted was to focus on her studies and dancing anyway especially when she received her acceptance letter to Juilliard despite having had to repeat her senior year for being "too dumb" to graduate on time, and waiting on an old promise of a certain first love to finally come back.

But with just one sultry look and a smirk from Santana, she was a goner. It should scare her, how vulnerable and willing she was for the other girl, considering they were practically strangers now after so many years of not seeing each other if only Brittany didn't know the girl from the bottom of her heart, but it felt awfully right. As if there was no one else she should be giving herself to. She is reminded that this is, after all, her Santana. Her Santana who only did beautiful things and promises for her that she never breaks. Like when Santana promised to never hurt her, so Santana made her feel nothing else but loved. Santana promised to protect her from anyone who tried to harm her, and protect her she did. Santana had promised to come back, and, yes it took such a long, long time but, she did come back. And more importantly, Santana had promised her forever, so maybe she would keep that promise, too?

Truth, this is nowhere near the scenario she had imagined how her first time would be. She is clearly far from being sober, she's probably letting her raging hormones and years of sexual frustration talk now, and she had just met this beautiful person for not longer than an hour after more than a decade of waiting and not hearing anything from. But hey, it's Santana! Sure, it seems like Santana wasn't remembering anything, but what did they say about the power of the "kiss of true love". She mentally laughed at the silly thought, but she just couldn't stop the fairytale-like feelings she was having in Santana's arms. And with just that (and partly her current state of drunkenness and horniness), Brittany couldn't care less about morality and consequences and all that shit. In the morning, she would sober up and probably realize how she would seem easy and cheap, and stupid for thinking that if it takes her virginity for them to reconnect, she was willing to give it up. But since meeting Santana's eyes for the first time that night, she had lost all the sense of control she had and all her walls destroyed. And Brittany had never felt more alright with that.

And Brittany wasn't as stupid as others thought of her to be. Santana had been her first, and considering how young they were back then, puppy love, and she was aware of the fact that that Santana was the one from the past, and this one in front of her was, like, a different version, although she is still yet to find out how different exactly, so all those thoughts of puppy love and thirteen years of estrangement had to be let go in order for potential present feelings to come in, and possibly, hopefully, for a future one, too. And although now that she is finally an adult, the "puppy love" excuse would be rather inappropriate anymore, but she thinks it must be because that's what Santana was to her that it was so easy and quick to fall for her again. She was falling too fast, scarily fast, but she knows that Santana, her Santana, would definitely be waiting to catch her anyway.

She was too engrossed in all these thoughts for what felt like forever, Santana was starting to get worried that she was too stupid to ask what she had asked that it probably made Brittany speechless from anger. She was about to take back what she said when Brittany finally snapped out from her reverie and met Santana's confused stare. She realized how long Santana must have waited for a response from her and she was honestly worried it would make Santana change her mind about where tonight was heading.

"Let's do it!" She quickly blurted, earning another confused stare from the brunette. When she realized what she had said, and what it was insinuating and how embarrassing it would be if it turns out she was mistaken and had misunderstood Santana's words, she quickly corrected her response. "Let's go. This place is getting too crowded. I don't feel like dancing anymore, or at least not with all these crowd." She sealed it with the best flirty look she could muster that really didn't go unnoticed by the now practically drooling Santana.

Brittany likes to think this desperate urgency and hastiness were just them making up for all the lost time.

She was worried Santana's desire for her would ebb now from all the kissing and touching they did in the cab ride to Santana's apartment but she had never been happier to be proven wrong. As soon as they entered the confines of the brunette's apartment room, Santana's kisses grew deeper and hungrier, desperate as if she was intent on devouring the vulnerable blonde. It should have scared Brittany, but she could see the need in Santana's eyes. And frankly, she too was hungry for Santana's touch and affection just as much, and possibly even more. Santana wanted this, to be with her like this, to own Brittany, finally, after so many years of being apart. And Brittany thinks Santana already had, even before she left. Her lust-filled eyes glowed in the dimly-lit room and it further ignited the desire in Brittany knowing that Santana desired for her that greatly, too.

Santana's soft hungry lips travelled lower, languid now but still so deep, from her slightly quivering mouth, little by little as if wanting to taste every inch of her, down to her clenched jaw, and finally across the now flushed neck, in the most pleasurable of ways. Expert tan hands roamed wildly across her body, touching and kneading places Brittany had never allowed anyone access before, leaving electric sensations in their wake, and before she knew it, Santana was now tugging her arms upward to finally free her from the tight dress that seemed to have contributed a lot to the incredible heat she was feeling all throughout her body. And it felt so good to have that tight dress ripped off from her body and replaced with smooth tan skin that made her feel both hot and shivering.

Santana's hands travelled downwards to her waist and steadied there, as she gently pushed Brittany towards the bed until the blonde's bare back hit the mattress. The brunette wasted no time and hovered above her, crashing their burning lips and conquering her hot mouth, hungrily so. Without even realizing it, Brittany was moaning, and writhing, and arching her back beneath Santana, in extreme pleasure.

Santana loosen her grasp on Brittany's waist to trail pleasurably downward, palms open and pressed hard on the inside of the quivering blonde's thighs and paused dangerously close, thumbs synchronized in rubbing the opposing areas in small circles, eliciting another loud shaky moan from the girl underneath. There was a miniscule moment of uncertainty on the blonde's part that was all instantly gone the moment Santana pulled back from devouring her mouth to have those delicious plump lips now graze her ear to whisper, in her sweet husky voice, "Open up…" with a hint of teasing, as she gently nudged the blonde's thighs to spread for her. When Brittany willingly gave in to her wish, Santana placed herself in between the girl's thighs as she guided the blonde's legs to wrap around her waist, rocked slightly to give Brittany the desperately needed friction while still leaving her begging for more.

They were just getting started but Brittany felt seconds away from exploding. Every bit of doubt and uncertainty that might have followed her to the room had now been completely tossed out the window in favor of her need to quench the desire that had consumed her entirely. She needed this. She needed Santana. If she was going to lose her virginity, there was no one else she wanted to lose it to if it's not the girl she had been waiting for more than half of her life. But still, "S-San," she begged shakily in the smallest voice she could muster in her deep state of arousal. "Please be gentle with me. T-This is my first time."

Even in Santana's intoxicated state, she paused to stare languidly at Brittany's eyes, as if contemplating, despite the clear desire and lust still overly reflecting in them. The sudden pause, staring back at those soft charcoal eyes, at least, Brittany thinks, that was a sign that Santana was mostly aware of what was happening; that she was not drunk enough to forget about all of this in the morning. That she had enough sobriety to remember something so special. This was Brittany in her most vulnerable state, giving herself, giving everything to someone she had been yearning for all these years. Someone she trusted with all her life, and all her heart. She couldn't even begin to imagine what it feel like if all this would be for nothing.

Santana retracted one hand from her thigh only to have it crawl across the blonde's heated body, up to gently push away blonde locks that were wildly hovering above lust-filled blue eyes, before she cradled Brittany's face in assurance, "I just want to make you feel good, baby." And with the term of endearment alone, Brittany was a goner. "But I can't do this if you're not sure. Please say you are."

Brittany wasn't sure how she kept melting to no end with everything that Santana does and says, and makes her feel, but she had never felt so alive, and so willing to offer herself with utmost trust and surety. She took Santana's lips on her own and poured her affirmation in a deep kiss, filled with so much passion and certainty, which Santana willingly returned. "Just go slow…baby." She smiled like crazy at that.

Blue eyes witnessed the confident smirk formed on Santana's face as the brunette resumed her delicious ministrations on the blonde's bare body and finally taking everything Brittany was offering. Their heavy breaths matching, delicious moans and gasps echoing, mind-blowing touches and kisses seemed never-ending. Brittany was in bliss. Everything was perfect.

It felt even more perfect when Brittany opened her eyes the following morning at the sight of a sleeping Santana, still so very beautiful and so very naked under the blanket that only covered the swell of her breasts down, her smooth and delicious caramel chest exposed and presenting itself like a tasty breakfast for Brittany. And really, she couldn't wait to taste them again. Soon, when Santana awakes.

She had never woken up to anyone next to her in bed before, other than Rachel or Tina in their occasional sleepovers. But waking up to Santana felt so right and so perfect that she would not mind not getting up and just lying there forever, just looking at Santana's beautiful dark eyes that she is yet to see in a sober state.

Despite everything, there was still that underlying uncertainty in her that had now slowly crept back after the perfect events of the previous night. Despite her inexperience in dating and being that intimate with other people before Santana, of course she was aware of those awful stories about doing the walk of shame after a one-night stand and that sex is not dating and whatnot. She tried to shove away all the unnerving ideas that had now planted themselves in her head like: Would Santana still want her there? Will Santana remember their perfect night together when wakes up sober? Did Santana think last night was perfect, too?

She felt silly for even entertaining all that negativity. This was no one-night stand. This was her Santana. Of course, Santana wanted her, she said so last night. She will wait for Santana to wake up, share morning kisses for hours definitely, exchange beautiful blissful smiles, and have breakfast together. All those beautiful thoughts made her sigh happily. Santana finally came back to her life again and she was not planning to let her go anymore.

After staring at the sleeping figure for several minutes, the object of her affections had finally stirred, and had slowly woken up.

"Good morning." Brittany boldly leaned in close and placed a kiss on the brunette's creased forehead.

To Brittany's confusion, Santana looked surprised to still see her there, as if she didn't expect her to… or didn't want to? "Oh, you're still here?" the brunette asked rhetorically in her groggy voice.

Despite the mild disappointment she felt with Santana's confusing reaction, Brittany decided to be her sweet cheery self, because it's a perfect morning with the perfect person to spend it with. "I don't want to leave without telling you and I didn't want to wake you up, Santana."

"Oh, okay. I just thought you would have left since it's already," Santana paused to rub the sleep off her eyes and glanced at the time in her phone. "past 8AM?"

Still too early, Brittany thinks with a wide smile. "Well, actually, I didn't want to leave yet. Since I don't have anything to do today, I was just thinking maybe you would want to grab breakfast together?"

With that, Santana looked even more confused and Brittany, for the life of her, just couldn't figure out why. "I have to pick up my brother at the airport in an hour."

"Alright." Brittany simply accepted her reason. "How about tomorrow, then? We could just go out for some ice cream or something. I do that on Sundays."

Santana noticeably swallowed the lump forming in her throat. "I have to meet with, uh, my mom."

Brittany thought of asking why they couldn't just sneak in some time to hang out, unless she planned to spend the whole day with her mother, which would be a surprising new information since she could still remember Santana preferred the company of people her age and play around than be with the annoying and boring adults that she couldn't relate to and have fun with.

But that's silly, really, assuming and comparing the present Santana to the grade school Santana she remembered because how could she possibly know Santana's current preferences when she clearly wasn't that snotty but really adorable little kid anymore and was now a mature and changed young adult. And a really beautiful one, too. They both have changed from their childish selves, and that's more reason to catch up and get to know each other again so Brittany was even more encouraged to persist. "Alright, then. Just give me a call whenever you want to hang out. I'll be free anytime every afternoon next week."

"Um, Bridget?" Brittany's ears perked up at the name. She admits, it hurts so bad that Santana either forgot her name or has decided to give her a nickname that was so farfetched from her own but, of course, she gave the brunette a benefit of the doubt because maybe Brittany just heard it wrong and Santana had actually said "Britt" with her sexy groggy voice, so she waited for the girl to continue. "My week is packed, really. I really can't promise anything." Brittany, albeit disappointed and dejected, was about to accept her excuse when the brunette added, "Actually, no. I don't think we should ever meet again."

It took Brittany ten excruciatingly long seconds to register what Santana had said, and she felt her heart actually stopped for the whole time she tried to comprehend. "Wait, what?"

Santana climbed out of the bed and moved across the room, grasping some of her disheveled hair as if wanting to pull them out before letting her fingers run through them and let out a heavy sigh. She looked at Brittany with unsure and apologetic eyes, and the blonde was just standing there, shaking and frozen, on the verge of tears. "Don't get me wrong, last night was fun, thanks for that. We both enjoyed the night but it doesn't go beyond that. It shouldn't. And you're a wonderful girl. But if you're looking for a serious relationship, then that's not me. You deserve someone really better."

Brittany's lips were quivering, along with her fingers that were now covering her mouth in an attempt to hold herself and the incoming tears back, "I'm so… I-I'm so fucking stupid…" her voice trailing off.

"Look, I hate to be a jerk, but this is just how it should be, alright?" Santana guiltily watched the trembling girl stood up from her bed, looking terrified and in tears. "This is not just for me, this is for you, too, trust me. Do you really think something serious can happen after randomly meeting someone in a club?"

At this, Brittany, who was still shaking and flabbergasted, looked up at the brunette, with watery eyes now also filled with rage and disgust. "We met in the sandbox, when we were six." She stated through gritted teeth, and she doesn't know why she was explaining that but she just felt like she had to. "I just thought I should remind you since you seemed to have fucked around a lot to still remember..."

Santana's face contorted in confusion and the pain from the hangover she got but Brittany gave her no time to think or explain herself further. "But maybe that's even worse, huh?" the blonde spat bitterly, now completely breaking down in tears. "Giving away my virginity to some girl I knew for a long time who I thought, for so many years, saw me as special as I see her. I might as well just have let myself get fucked by some random stranger in a club without any expectations, huh? That way I don't feel as stupid and used as I do now."

Santana was dumbfounded and shocked with the unexpected revelation, as if she had forgotten. Clearly, she had, Brittany sees, which was absolutely a huge blow and added a gigantic insult to injury. "But don't you worry, Santana Lopez. You have fucked me and my feelings like I'm some kind of a slut you clearly love picking up in the clubs, but you'll never see my face again, if that's the only way I could keep whatever dignity I have left."

She was already the pathetic one but she was not going to make herself look even worse in Santana's presence. She would probably end up curled on the floor after this and wallow in misery but now wasn't the right time for that. She was not going to give Santana the satisfaction of seeing her suffer in heartbreak after what she had done and taken. She bit back her sobs and held her tears, and looked up angrily back at guilty dark brown eyes. "By the way, I'm not your fucking Bridget." She was not going to let herself be remembered by Santana as a worthless gullible and clingy slut. She stomped across the room, towards the door and looked at Santana one last time. "It's Brittany," she seethed. "…bitch."

A/N: How's that for a first chapter? This is my first fanfic after almost five years, guys, so I hope you can help me out by rating or reviewing or whatever you lovely readers do here so I would know if I'm doing something right and that it's okay to continue this.

It was one angsty first chapter but all I can say is that I don't really like too much drama and angst, especially when it comes to our dear Brittana, so don't be hatin on our Santana Banana yet. I already had the outline of this entire fic completed but I would still appreciate any input from you guys.

Coming soon: Santana's story, flashbacks of their childhood, etc.

Also, I haven't read a lot of fanfiction, with Brittana or not, so if you think this story has any similarities with other fics out there, I assure you that it's purely coincidental and this story has already been planted in my mind, like, ages ago and I just didn't have the time to right until now. I've not been very active in the brittana fandom for a while but since the engagement spoiler came out, I needed to do something to out of all the excitement I'm feeling. So, see you again soon, that's if I can get enough go signals to continue this. Thanks!