A/N: So, ladies, gentlemen, and non gender conformists, I have literally zero idea about what to name this story. I saved it on my pc as "how the hell" as in "How the hell will I ever come up with a name for this", but that obviously doesn't fit, so if you have any ideas, go ahead and throw them in your review, or pm me.

She was pretty buzzed, that warm fuzzy feeling had settled in her stomach and stayed. The brunette looked at the shot of 151 in her hand and shook her head, passing it off to Puck who stood at the kitchen counter next to her. Being drunk was a weakness that left her open and vulnerable to the two girls who had shown they were capable of hurting her deeply. She had every intention of avoiding the stage of drunkenness which led to her crying despondently and exposing her weak spots. Speaking of, she took a look around at the rest of the gleeks, seeing that everyone else seemed further along than her on the scale of intoxication from sober to shit-faced. Britt was already in her bra and boy shorts, currently in the process of giving her wheelchair bound boyfriend a lap dance. God knows that shit needed to be interrupted. Maybe she did need a drink.

"Spin the bottle! Let's do it, bitches!" Of course she had ulterior motives, in situations like this she almost always did... but could she be blamed for that in this case? Santana couldn't even remember the last time she'd kissed Brittany. God, things had changed so fast. She plopped down on the wooden floor in the open area that was Rachel Berry's Oscar room and set the rum bottle down as everyone else formed a circle around the empty bottle, excited and drunken grins on their faces. Puck brought a bottle of vodka and enough shot glasses for everyone.

"Rules are spin, kiss who it lands on, then ask truth or dare. If you say truth you drink. If you refuse the dare, drink twice. You can't refuse the kiss, no matter who you land on. Let's do this! I'll start." The mohawked boy leaned forward and aggressively spun the rum bottle, focusing his eyes around the circle towards all the girls. All of which rolled their eyes, laughing when it landed on Sam.

"Fuck it! Get over here bro, let's do this." Everyone watched as the boy's lips met, both their tongues coming into the picture a few moments later.

"Whoa..." Kurt muttered under his breath, Blaine Warbler nodding his agreement afterwards.

"God, that's hot." Came from her left side, and the Latina looked over just to realize that Berry was sitting right next to her. When had that happened?

"You are so odd sometimes.". Wheezy commented, rolling her eyes. Trouty and Puck finally separated, each of them falling back into their seats.

"Truth or dare bro?" Sam motioned for him to go ahead and speak his dare. Really there was no reason not to. He'd already kissed another guy. Not that kissing members of the same sex was his worst case scenario. Not at all.

"Dare you to give hot chocolate a lap dance for like a minute in your underwear. Then you have to kiss her." Wheezy looked a little nervous but Santana knew both parties had real interest in each other. She and Sam had sat down and talked about it, who they were actually interested in. She gave the big lipped boy a discreet thumps up while he stripped down to his spiderman boxer briefs in front of everyone. His body was about as beautiful as any guy's had ever been and Lady Hummel's jaw dropped open.

"Fuck...". That had been warbler. She leaned across Berries lap and went to stage whisper in the younger boy's ear.

"You think that's hot, you should see what he's packing underneath. His lips ain't the only thing about him that's big.". By the time she finished speaking, Sam was halfway through his dance and she reached for the rum bottle on the floor.

"Sammy, I'm spinning for you, babe." The blonde nodded as he sat back down to her right, his hard on obvious in his boxers. She spun the bottle, shrugging when it landed on Quinn who'd been pretty quiet all night. God knows she would have put up a huge fuss about this last week just to piss the blonde off, but she was over fighting with the girl she'd essentially grown up with. Hell, when were like twelve they'd literally stuck themselves with safety pins to become blood sisters. She had thought that Lucy Fabray would be the one person she could trust with no doubt. Look how that had turned out. Then again, Lucy had never hurt her, while sometimes it seemed that was all Quinn did. The Pillsbury dough boy didn't seem okay with the spin, that constipated look that annoyed the fuck out of her skewed his features and he looked ready to blow up before Q put a hand on his arm and shook her head.

"It's just spin the bottle Finn, it's not real, it doesn't even matter." Quinn leaned over and the two blondes kissed for a moment before sitting back down.

"So, truth or dare, Quinn?"

"Dar-"

"No, she means truth. You're only gonna dare her to kiss you or breakup with me. Stop trying to steal my girlfriend, dude."

"You know what Hudson, you're an idiot. Sam isn't even interested in Q anymore, and even if he was he wouldn't help her cheat. Unlike you, you fucking hypocrite. Back to the game. Guppy, Q was saying dare before she was interrupted by that gigantic six year old who calls himself her boyfriend."

" Right, so...I dare you to dye your hair with kool aid." Oh, Santana seriously loved him. Like platonically, though. They did sleep together once or thrice, but by this point they were really more like best friends than anything else.

"That sounds fun! Can I do mine too? Will my hair be purple forever?" While Artie explained that it was temporary, the look on Quinn's face said it all.

"Do I have to do it tonight? What about prom? Like the night after, we all have another stupid party and I'll dye my hair pink or something, agreed?" Both the Latina and her guppy lipped boyfriend agreed and Quinn spun the bottle, kissing Mike and daring him to run down Rachel's street and back naked.

It went around a few more times, before Tina landed on Santana and after they kissed, dared her to spend the rest of the night dressed in her underwear as Sam was. Which left the former cheerleader in her red thong and matching bra and nothing else. Everyone was still staring. Fuck it, she was damn sexy and she was well aware of that fact and how to use it to her advantage. Hell if she was going to be half naked she had every intention of turning this game into something far more sexual. When she spun and landed on Berry though, the wicked smirk that curved her full lips had Sam whispering for her to be nice.

"Get over here, I'm gonna rock your world off its axis, Lopez.". The smaller brunette curved her fingers in a come hither motion, leaning forward and waiting. Santana closed the distance between them, pressing her lips against Berry's soft pair. They were connected by only their lips for almost two minutes, barely hearing the flash from Puck's phone go off multiple times before they disconnected. Rachel slid both her hands around to gently grab hold of the Latina's neck, looking into darker eyes before she closed the distance again, making the taller girl moan when she sucked her dexterous tongue into her mouth.

"Oh fuck, this is so prime spank bank material." Rachel pulled away, standing up and bringing the former Cheerio to her feet as well. Before Santana knew what was happening, Berry was pulling her towards the stairs.

"Where are you guys going? You can't start something as hot as that and then walk away!"

"That is not only the most disgusting thing you've ever said, but also the stupidest, most insulting, and most ignorant". Tina said, Mike agreeing from next to her.

"I assure you I have no intention of stopping. But you can bet that neither of us wants to deal with you turning this into your own personal pornographic sex tape like the pig you are. You can all stay here tonight if you need or want. Good night. Oh, I'm sorry. Samuel, do you wish to join us?" Jesus Christ, was this really Rachel Berry? Regardless, she couldn't wait to get upstairs to the diva's bedroom. She and Sam hadn't been together that way since she'd told him she was pretty fucking gay but the idea of the three of them was definitely exciting. But then wait, Berry was a virgin, right? And Sam probably wanted to stay and get another chance to make out with and more importantly talk to Mercedes again anyway. She knew what to do. She always did.

"No, fuck that. You and I are over, guppy face." She motioned her head over towards Wheezy discreetly and he grinned at her, waving her away. As she and the shorter girl started up the stairs, they could clearly the conversation going on amongst the gleeks.

"She is such a bitch, how could you date her?" Kurt asked, genuinely unable to understand why anyone chose to spend an abundance of time with the ex Cheerio.

"I get that she can be like that at school and subsequently around the club sometimes, but you don't know her. None of you do. She's the best girlfriend I've ever had and the best friend too. I love Santana. Maybe if you guys stop judging her for the way things were before the club started you'll get to know the real her. The one that defended Kurt and Blaine from a guy like three times as big as her, even when she was terrified. The girl that has always defended Brittany, the girl who defends you guys from the assholes at school and washes slushy out of my hair. You know what, I'm gonna go, I can't sit here with you guys looking at me like I don't know what I'm talking about." He stood and walked to the furthest couch and plopped down, pulling his 3Ds from his pocket.

"He's right ya'll. When me and Santana did that week partnered up for duets I started to get a glimpse into who she really is. Honestly, she's a sweet girl." The soul of the group walked over to where Sam sat playing Pokemon and sat down next to him, close enough to look over his shoulder.

Meanwhile, halfway up the stairs...

"Gotta love that boy, strange to realize I feel like he's the only one who understands me anymore.". The Latina spoke softly as they reached the kitchen on the first floor.

"If it means anything beyond the platitude it most probably symbolizes to you, that isn't due to lack of effort on the part of the majority of those around you." The Latina scrunched her face up, trying to find a way to get out what she wanted to say next without it coming out wrong and insulting the girl in front of her.

"I don't know, I just meant that it's him instead of Britt or more importantly Q. I wasn't insinuating that I want everyone to get me or whatever. My Abuelo always told me that there is safety in the shadows. So I got literally no problem being an enigma. We all claim to be la familia but honestly, look at the way we treat each other. All the distrust, betrayal, and lies between us all? It's crazy, Berry.

"And even with all that in mind we all still come to each other, believe in each other, depend on each other. I guess what I'm trying to say with all this long winded shit is that with the double edged sword that is the group, I prefer to be how I am. If any of you truly did know me, how vulnerable would I be? You don't have to look at me all weird, I know I'm paranoid. But truly knowing someone is knowing their weaknesses. The real ones, not those they offer up on a silver platter as a decoy of sorts." It was clear to her that Rachel Berry didn't know what to say. After a moment she sat down on a bar stool next to the kitchen island, running her right hand through her admittedly gorgeous hair.

"It must be so completely lonely. You... You chose to live this way? I mean we're young Santana, how did you..." The vocal girl went quiet, and the taller girl watched from a few feet away as tears started to gradually fill her auburn eyes. The Latina definitely hadn't expected this outcome when she began explaining her point of view.

"Didn't really choose anything. It's just kind of how I was raised. My abuela is a hard woman. Hell, I didn't know my name wasn't garbage face until I was five and started kindergarten. Then I started training with my Abuelo, and we would talk, you know. He taught me things. Don't cry, Berry. Everything's okay. I mean I'm talking to you... I haven't really had a conversation with anyone in years. You know with the exception of Sam I Am." Rachel just nodded, wiping her eyes.

"Um what... What about Brittany?"

"No, we didn't talk, not really. Britt knew me. Really knew me, and I her. We didn't have to talk. It was why it was so easy for her to break my heart. I essentially handed it to her. Anyway, I forgot that you totally brought me up here to make out or something, right?"

It was my intention that we have sex if you consented, and though I'm still just as attracted to you, I'm afraid I'm no where near as libidinous as I was when I made the decision to bring the both of us up here. However, I'm sure you can rectify that with those wonderfully soft lips of yours. May I kiss you again?" Santana just nodded, walking closing to step between Rachel's leg's when she spread them to let her inside her personal space. The shorter girl closed the distance, pressing their equally soft lips together for the third time. Within a few seconds, Rachel's tongue was inside the Latina's mouth, claiming it as if it was her own, the slick muscle flicking up to slide over the roof of Santana's mouth. The shaky moan that tore from her lips separated them for half second, but Rachel connected them again, sliding her right hand into dark hair and sliding the other up a leanly muscled torso to tease at the curve of the taller girl's bra covered right breast. She reached up higher, just barely teasing the pad of her thumb over an already stiff nipple, causing Santana to moan loudly and shiver, sliding both her hands into Rachel's hair. She separated them for air a moment later, staring into the star's auburn eyes, breathing heavily.

"Fuck...yes. So how are you feeling now? Just as, quote, libidinous as you were downstairs? Because honestly, tiny, I can't stop thinking about bending you over that couch and making you scream loud enough that everyone in the neighborhood can hear." Rachel's breathing hitched and her lower lip unconsciously slipped between her teeth. The nod that followed had Santana sliding her arms around the smaller girl's hips to lift her, Rachel's legs naturally going to wrap around her waist. Though Santana did mention bending her over the arm of the couch and fucking her, she did want to kiss her some more first. Her lips were more than a little addictive. She set her down on the long L arm of the sectional couch in the Berry's living room, pressing their bodies together and sliding her right hand up and under the shirt the diva was wearing to wrap her hand around Rachel's perfectly sized breasts, massaging and then rubbing her thumb over the stiff nipple. The moan the brunette let loose was one Santana couldn't help but feel she'd love the hear for the rest of her life. God she missed having sex with women. And Rachel was just...so fucking sexy.

"Ung...Yes!" She grinned, humming and pressing their lips together again, sliding her tongue into the waiting mouth below her when Rachel's loud moan at the pinching of her nipple gave her an opening.

"God you're sexy. Justa sec. Let's get on equal footing here, babe." Santana said, sitting up to pull off her own red bra and reaching down to help Rachel pull of her tee shirt and then the sexy black bra she had on underneath. The Latina could barely wait the few seconds it took her to have it off before her lips closed around the dusky nipple presented to her.

"Fuck, Santana, Yes!" Rachel screamed out, her back bowing up to push her left nipple further into the taller girl's mouth and entice her to take the other in her hand, which she did, circling around it with her thumb, then pinching it between her fingers. Another loud breathy moan shook out of the completely gorgeous girl under her and she grinned. Seriously, she was loving this.

"Want me inside you, gorgeous? I can already smell you, I know you're dripping for me. I won't lie, I'm doing the same for you." Rachel gazed up at her with darkened eyes, pulled her down for a passionate kiss, and when they separated, nodded.

"Thought so. God, I can't wait to get my mouth on you." Just as she sat up and stood to pull her own panties off and reach for Rachel's shorts she realized they were seriously just a floor above the entire club and without any kind of locked door between them. She didn't realize this out of the blue, the reminder came in the form of Finn storming through the basement door, Quinn right behind him, looking shaken, upset, and angry.

"Get off her!" Was what the overgrown idiot said. Santana tossed Rachel her shirt, to cover herself with, Turning to look at the two of them at the door, topless and only wearing her panties.

"Ass you can see, dumb ass, I'm not currently on her, but I promise if you'd waited another five minutes to walk through that door, she'd have already come all over my mouth. What the fuck do you want? You're interrupting something more important than your inability to decide between two equally amazing girl's here, Fincompetent." Rachel quietly giggle behind her and she looked back, winking at her.

"Fuck you! Get away from her! Rachel doesn't want you!" Santana just laughed. God, he an idiot. She was pretty sure that at this point the evidence of the both of them wanting each other was already permeating the living room. Instead of answering him, she turned back to look at Rachel, who'd slipped her shirt on and stood up to slip the red bra over Santana's shoulder's fastening it behind her back.

"Hey, baby, do you want me?" She asked, her voice dripping with the sex appeal she'd always carried around like a badge.

"God, yes, please. Make them go away?" She nodded.

"You got it. Go away, Fuinn. We've got far more important things to do. I mean, I understand the idiot being here protesting doing this with someone he only want's when she doesn't want him, but seriously, Quinn,what the fuck?"

"I was just trying to stop him, okay?! And then I realized I didn't want the two of you together either." She said, shrugging, like she didn't quite understand it either.

"And is it me you don't want touching her or the other way around?" Quinn looked kind of teary eyed, and shrugged, the motion taking her a enough off center to make her re-stabilize herself.

"I don't...I don't know."

"Q..." Santana managed say, though shakily. Unable to figure out she wanted to do about that.

"Then, Quinn, what you need to do is go home and think about that, okay. Talk to us again when you have. Have you been drinking much? Can you drive?"

"I should be...be fine. I've just had a couple of cups of this juice stuff that Finn's been getting for me after my first two shots. I'll call the two of you tomorrow? Will you be here, San?" She asked, standing up by herself but kind of rocking side to side in an effort to stabilize herself.

"Yea, I'll be here, we'll see you, be safe. We'll deal with the overgrown five year old about to throw a tantrum." Finn stomped his foot, tired of being ignored.

"I'm not a...whatever you said five year old! And you won't be here with Rachel tomorrow, you should leave now! Rachel's obviously drunk and not thinking straight and-" Funnily enough, it was Quinn that laughed at that unintentional joke.

"Think...straight, haha." Santana narrowed her eyes at her and watched as the force of her laughter sent her off kilter, forcing her to put her hands on the pillar that separated the living room and kitchen.

"You asshole!" She screamed, rushing towards the towering idiot and jumping to knee him in the balls, kicking him in his dough-boy belly once he was down. Don't you ever touch her again!" She stepped back when she tried to grab for her, aiming another kick for his stomach.

"What happened?" Rachel asked, watching as Quinn stumbled towards her and away from Santana as she kicked the idiot again.

"This asshole has been giving her drinks without her knowing! Has he been pressuring you, Q? I'll fucking kill him!" The blonde nodded her head into Rachel's shoulder, forcing both of them to sit on the couch when she couldn't stand up straight anymore, even with Rachel's help.

"He did WHAT?!" She screamed.

"He's been saying we should sleep together since we love each other and neither of us are virgins anymore, but I don't want to so I keep saying no." Santana's scowl seemed to take over her whole body when she dodged Finn's blow as he stood and swung at her. At that, the rest of the club, as drunk as most of them were, finally managed to make their way up the stairs, Sam first and then Mercedes. Finn swung again and Santana jumped landing a solid high kick to his head, watching him stumble until a vase on a small table tipped and fell, shattering.

"Fuck you, whore!"

"Sammy, help me put him down." The blonde nodded, came over, and when Finn yelled at Santana again, calling her a stupid dyke, he launched a combo of jabs and and a hook at his face, watching as he fell unconscious when he landed.

"The fuck happened up here?" Puck asked, watching as Quinn giggle drunkenly into Rachel's neck.

"You're asshole friend had every intention of raping Quinn. How fucking hilarious, Puck, that he chose your way of doing it. He was giving her drinks all night while she thought she was drinking juice. Real nice pair the two of you are. Fucking assholes."

"I would never do that to her! She said yes!"

"Except you did, Puck. Unless she's sober or at least capable of thinking clearly for herself, that bullshit yes you got means nothing." The expression on his face crumbled and tears filled his eyes, falling out over his cheeks within seconds.

"It...wasn't his fault. I just wanted to be straight. I couldn't be gay. I thought it would make me better, make me straight. It didn't work." Rachel shhed her, running a shaking hand through her hair.

"Shh, Quinn. The whole club is here, we'll talk about it later, the three of us, okay, sweetheart?" Quinn looked up at her like she hung the moon in the sky, nodding.

"Okay." Santana turned around when Finn groaned again from the ground, sending another, harder kick into his abdomen.

"Kurt, get your brother and get out. And get him some god damn help before he tries to do this to someone who doesn't have friends who love her for god's sake." The boy, obviously shaken about the whole ordeal, nodded, looking towards the rest of the guys in the group to help him move the gigantic boy into his SUV. When the group was gone, all but Sam and Mercedes, Santana collapsed onto the part of the couch she and Rachel had been on before everything went crazy, her shoulder's shaking as she sobbed into her hands.

"San...S'okay. I'm okay. You saved me." Sam and Mercedes sat on either side of her, rubbing soothing circles into her back.

"She's right, girl. You did a good thing. As much as I didn't want to hear it, I'm glad you and Rachel were up here getting it on if it led to you finding out what Finn was up to and stopping him before he could hurt our girl."

"Yeah, but god what If I hadn't of found her or got to her in time? We've been so mad at each other, I've been selfish. I'm supposed to take care of her, fuck!" She screamed out, her tears falling faster now.

"San, it's okay. I'm okay. Come here, please." Quinn called over, opening her arms, which, coincidentally, meant that Rachel was also opening hers. Not that she had a problem with that. The three of them together right now felt like it would make the entire situation feel less harsh and grating against her psyche. The Latina stood and fell into their arms, crying into Quinn's peasant blouse while Rachel rubbed her back.

"As for the two of you, you can stay in the guest rooms. There are two upstairs. If you go upstairs and turn right, they are at the end of the hall on each side. Sam, you may grab a pair of shorts and a tee from the laundry room down this hall right here, same for you Mercedes." They both nodded and stood to walk away and change. The position of the three girl's on the couch stayed the same when they came back, changed into comfortable clothes and hand in hand. They stopped to press gentle kisses against the forehead of each girl before they dissapeared up the stairs.

Rachel hummed Quinn to sleep on her chest, Santana still quietly crying next to her. She whispered when she spoke, afraid of waking the peaceful blonde.

"Hey, Santana, everything is okay. It could have been much worse, and I hate to mention that because I know it'll only fuel you're self hate right now, but you saved her. You saw something was wrong and you stepped in to take care of her just like a best friend would, okay. You did so so good, taking care of her." Santana just squeezed her tighter around the waist, shaking her head.

"Maybe, but what if I hadn't been here, or he'd tried this some other night when none of us was around? I'm just. I'm like, afraid in retrospect. I should have stopped this stupid rivalry we have going on and watched her, been protecting her like I said I would be. I won't let anything like this every happen to either of you. I swear, Rachel. Speaking of...when we were about to have sex, you weren't drunk or anything were you? I feel so fucking scummy for not asking before but you're sexy and I guess I got distracted."

"No. I really did only have one drink. After my last party I decided that was essentially my limit. One drink or two shots. And I was just as turned on as you, I didn't check to see how intoxicated you may have been."

"I wasn't. I'm still not. I stopped drinking a while ago. I didn't want to be all shit faced and crying. Speaking of, we should go to bed. Wait, did you see Britt and Artie up here earlier? I don't remember seeing them leave."

"Hmm, I don't think so. I'll go wake them. I think that Sam and Mercedes are probably sleeping in the same room so they can take the other. Stay with her." Rachel said, kissing both of their cheeks before she slipped out from underneath them and quietly walked over to the open basement door, walking door to see it no where near as messy as she was expecting. She awwed when she saw Brittany asleep on Artie's lap in his chair, the two of them as cuddled together as they could be in that position. Quietly, she shook Brittany away, smiling gently at her as she awoke.

"Hey, Britt. Wanna carry him upstairs to the guest room? I think I have one free, Sam and Mercedes are in the other one. If it isn't free, go ahead and take my dad's room. I'll bring the chair up behind you and set it at the base of the stairs to the second floor, okay?"

"Thanks Rachie. Just a sec, lemme grab him." Brittany stood and gently grabbed her boyfriend, shushing him and kissing his head when he stirred. Rachel unlocked the breaks on the chair, rolling it behind them and then picking it up when they got to the stairs, taking it up behind them. She waved as they headed to the second floor, putting the chair down and locking the breaks. She turned back towards the couch to see Santana watching her.

"Hey, gorgeous, wanna go upstairs and sleep in my bed? Are you awake enough to carry her or do you want me to call Britt back?" Santana shook her head, slipping off the couch and sliding her arms under Quinn to pick her up, never stumbling even as they headed to the stairs and then up them. She pushed open the door to her room and pulled back the sheets as Santana set the blonde in the middle then turned back to her.

"I'm so freaking exhausted, Rachel. Can I sleep here too, or do you want me on the couch downstairs?" She asked, looking like she obviously hoped the answer was the former.

"Hey, of course you can sleep here. I was about to very willingly have sex with you, why would I suddenly be unwilling to actually sleep with you. Go ahead, get in bed. Want some shorts or something to sleep in?"

"Just shorts and a tank would be great, Rae, thank you." Rachel nodded, reaching into a drawer to retrieve a pair of short work out shorts and a tank top. She tossed them over then grabbed her own pair, too tired to go into the bathroom to change. She pulled off her clothes then put on the pajamas, turning around to catch Santana naked, just now slipping on the shorts.

"You are so, so, beautiful, I can hardly believe you were interested in me at all." She husked out, watching as the clothes finally slid over Santana's skin.

"Have you looked at yourself? How could I not be? Come on, let's get some sleep. We'll talk about maybe actually getting to have sex with each other in the morning over breakfast, okay?" Santana said as she slipped in the bed next to Quinn. The blonde unconsciously rolled over in to her, causing the Latina to chuckle.

"So she's a cuddle monster, huh?"

"Oh you have no idea. Her and Britt are the same that way. I swear sometimes I'd go to sleep and we'd be in different rooms and even different beds and we'd all wake up cuddled together. They're both adorable that way." Rachel nodded as she slid into bed, flicking off the light and sliding over to wrap her arms around Quinn, who hummed with contentment in her sleep. She extended her left hand over to Santana who linked their fingers together, finally closing her eyes.

"Goodnight, Santana."

"Night, Rae." The Latina closed her eyes, her breathing steadied, and she seemed to go asleep almost right away. Rachel however, stayed awake watching her sleeping, as peaceful as she'd ever seen her, for another few minutes before her exhaustion over the whole ordeal drove her to close her eyes and let slumber take her. She dreams about walking down the halls of school hand in hand.