AN: I was on tumblr, and I saw a post referring to Brittany/Mercedes/Santana as Brittana Jones. Can you say love? So this drabble will include: Brittana Jones friendship and a hefty dash of Samcedes and Bartie eye-sex. Song used is 'Fever' by Peggy Lee.

Drabble 117

"Mr. Schue, before you can start giving everything to Hobbit and Man-hands, Brits, 'Retha and I have come up with something we want to have taken into consideration for Regionals," Santana said, standing up with a flick of her skirt.

Mr. Schue looked taken aback. "Um, okay ladies. Let's see what you've got." He took a seat as Brittany, Mercedes and Santana made their way to the front of the room, Brittany bouncing to the lights and dimming them slightly. They each grabbed a microphone and looked at Brad in a move that could have been choreographed. Brad began to play a soft, sultry melody on the piano.

Never know how much I love you

Never know how much I care

The three girls swayed to the beat, caressing their mic stands sensually. Mercedes met Sam's eyes, a wicked smile playing around the corners of her full lips. Sam let out a hard breath. All three girls sang softly, seductively.

"Hot damn," Artie breathed. His eyes bounced back and forth between his two girlfriends. He was pretty sure Santana was trying to undress him with her eyes, while Brittany looked as though she was going to jump him at any moment.

"Trouty and Wheels are lucky as fuck," Puck muttered to Finn. The taller boy nodded, avoiding Rachel's knowing glare.

Sam was torn between staring at Mercedes' lips as she sang, and her hips as they moved to the beat. The knowing looks she kept shooting him weren't helping. Then as the song was ending, she licked her lips. Sam shot out of his seat, grabbing Mercedes' wrist and leading her from the room. Artie, Brittany and Santana weren't far behind, Santana looking over her shoulder long enough to say, "See you tomorrow."