A/N: Hello, out there! Yes, it's an update! Yes, I'm very sorry that it's taken me so long to get back to this story :( I do plan on finishing it. I promised myself with this new year, that I was going to finish some things that I started and with Glee ending, it only seems right. As always, thank you for reading! So, let's continue where we left off, shall we?

The rest of the week passes without incident, I escort Brittany to wherever she needs to go, and keep an air of professionalism. Puck informed me that Black returned on Sunday night and was busy all week, having meetings nearly everyday. Now, it's Friday afternoon, and I'm ready for a hot bath in my own tub, in my own apartment.

I've already said goodbye to Brittany and I've almost reached the front door, when Black appears from the hallway, leading to his study.

"Oh, Carmen, just the woman I was looking for," he says in a tone that makes my skin crawl.

I refrain from rolling my eyes and flash him a stiff smile. Today, he's dressed casually, with a white polo shirt, khaki pants, and brown shoes. He's still rocking the buzz cut but has started to let his beard grow out. I hate to admit it, but he is handsome.

"Was there anything you needed from me, Mr. Black? I was just going home for the weekend."

"Oh you, and your formalities, Carmen. I've told you that you can call me Johnny."

"I would prefer to keep this professional, Mr. Black.

"Fine, suit yourself. I'm going to wear you down someday," he says smiling at me.

I give a fake smile in return.

"Did you need me for something else?"

"Oh, yes. I have some business to attend to tonight, at a club called Electric, owned by a friend of mine. I know it's last minute, but I was wondering if you would be able to accompany Brittany and I? I just want a little extra protection with me tonight. Luke will be there as well."

I hesitate in answering. I really just want to go home, take a hot bath and go to sleep, but maybe at the club I can glean more information about what Black has been up to all week.

Plus, I wouldn't mind seeing Brittany dance in a tight dress.

Focus, Santana. He's still waiting for your answer.

"Sure, I'll come. I mean, umm I'll be there. Would it be okay if I went home and changed first?"

"Of course, and since it's technically after work hours, don't worry about work attire. Dress as if you were going out with friends. Just make sure you have something for protection…in case anything should happen. I'm sure you'll manage something," he says looking me up and down.

Gross.

"No problem. What time are we leaving?"

"Be here at 9, I don't want to leave any later than 9:30."

"Okay, see you later."

"I look forward to it," he says with a wink, before turning to go back to his study I'm guessing.

Just thinking about him looking at me like that makes my stomach turn. This better be worth it.

It's 8:15, and I'm giving myself one last look in my full length mirror. I decided to wear a strapless, peach colored dress, that fits snugly around my chest and flares at my waist, ending just above my knees. My hair is in a loose chignon bun, makeup is minimal since I'll probably sweat it off anyway, and I opted for white, wedged sandals with my matching clutch. I top off the outfit by making sure my 9 millimeter is hidden and securely strapped to my left thigh.

Ready.

I arrive at Black's house early and make small chat with Nick while I wait for the others. Puck enters a few minutes later, wearing a grey, silky shirt, with black slacks and shoes. His gun is exposed on his waist, but I see he has a black blazer that he's slung over his arm, that will cover it.

If he didn't have that smirk plastered on his face I would be tempted to give him a compliment.

"Carmen," he says winking at me.

"Luke. And I'm going to stop you right there before you make any lewd comments," I say holding up my hand.

Puck closes his mouth and shrugs and I swear I hear Nick chuckling in the background.

I open my mouth to further tease Puck but all my words seem to vanish as soon as I see something blonde in my peripheral vision.

Brittany is slowly walking down the main staircase, with her hair falling in loose curls around her shoulders. She's wearing a pale green dress that stops mid thigh, exposing her long, toned legs, topped off with white flats.

Breathtaking is the only word that comes to mind.

Even seeing Black in his blue pants suit and white, open collared shirt, his arm linked with hers, can't tarnish this image.

"Obvious, much?" Puck whispers behind me.

I flinch a little when his breath hits my ear. I didn't see or hear him move this close to me. But he's right; I've got to be more careful with my leering.

I straighten up and put on what I hope looks like a poker face.

"Carmen! You look amazing!" Brittany says, dropping Black's arm, and walking towards me. Before I know it she's kissed me on the cheek and has me in a tight hug. It's brief, but long enough for me to realize her body feels too good pressed against mine.

Now's she just staring at me and I thank God that my blush doesn't show.

"Thanks, Britt. That color looks so good on you."

"Doesn't it?" Black says, wrapping his arm around Brittany's waist.

"And I have to agree with Brittany, you look stunning, Carmen."

"Thanks." I try to maintain a polite smile but his compliments just creep me out.

"Excellent, we're all here. I've hired a limo for tonight, so Luke, don't worry about driving, I just need you to stick close to me tonight and Carmen will do the same for Brittany," says Black.

No complaints here. Wait, did Brittany just wink at me?

"But this isn't strictly business, I want everyone to have a good time tonight, so blend in, dance, enjoy the music, but stay alert. Understood?"

We all nod in unison. I look at Brittany and she smiles when our eyes meet. She totally winked at me.

"Great. Let's get going," Black says, leading the way outside.

His little pep talk has got me tense. What kind of people is this guy dealing with?

"You need to relax."

I involuntarily shiver. Brittany is beside me again.

"We're going to have fun. Come on," she says grabbing my arm and pulling me out the door.

Even if we don't learn anything more about Black tonight, I'd choose her over a hot bath alone any day.

Now I'm starting to realize why this place is called Electric.

From a block away I see a huge neon sign with the club's name flashing in bold, white and blue letters, with lightning bolts surrounding it. The club itself is in a dark brown building with two floors, and a basement I'm guessing.

There's a line sweeping down the street and around the corner from the front entrance, where two burly security guards are letting some people in. Most of the people standing in line have clothes that are emitting a soft light, in different neon colors. When we get closer, I see that the light is coming from various glow-in-the dark bracelets, necklaces, and sticks.

Black tells the limo driver to go around to the side of the building, and I see there's another way in that's gated off and separated from the general entrance. Standing there is another security guard who stops the limo.

Black rolls down his window, and they exchange a few words before the security guard goes back to his post, and Black tells us we can go inside. We walk past the security guard, through the gate, and enter the building through a side door that blends into the wall.

As soon as the door shuts, I hear a faint thumping sound straight ahead, which must be the bass from the music playing in the club. A different security guard escorts us to an elevator, that Black says will lead us to the VIP section on the second floor.

When the doors open, there's a huge open area with black furniture, red carpet, and a few blue and white laser lights flashing at random intervals around the room. On the left side there's a balcony overlooking the club. On the right there's a small bar, with four bar stools, and a bartender whipping down the table. I also notice there's a small room, not far from the bar, with a huge see-through window, containing a few chairs, a desk, a file cabinet, and another door leading God knows where.

Near the balcony there's a chubby man sitting on a black couch, next to a scantily clad woman in a shimmering gray dress. When they see us approaching they stand and meet us halfway.

"Razor!" Black says embracing the chubby guy and patting him on the back.

"Black! It's good to see you, man. It's been too long. Oh, and who do we have here?"

"Bro, this is my girl, Brittany, and my bodyguards Carmen and Luke," Black says pointing to each of us respectively.

Brittany waves with a shy smile on her face, while Puck and I just nod our heads.

"Nice to meet you all, and welcome to Electric! Black, she's even hotter in person," Razor says winking at Brittany.

"What can I say? I've always been a sucker for a pretty face," Black replies, wrapping his arm around Brittany's waist.

I try to keep my face passive but I can feel my nostrils flaring.

"Easy there, tiger," Puck whispers from behind me.

"Why do they call you Razor?" Brittany asks.

"It's his weapon of choice!" Black says, patting Razor on the back.

The three of them laugh, but Puck and I just look at each other uneasily.

"I want you all to enjoy yourselves. My girl here, Jojo, will help you with anything you need while Black and I catch up."

Black and Razor walk back towards the couch while the three of us are greeted by Jojo.

"It's nice to meet you. Can I get any of you a drink?"

"I'll have a rum and Coke," Puck says.

I glare at him.

"What? Technically, we're not on duty. One drink isn't going to hurt."

I shake my head in response.

"And for you ladies?"

"I'll just have a water."

"Come on, Carmen. Luke is right, we're here to have fun! She'll have a shot of tequila. Actually, make it two, and I'll have the same."

Brittany looks at me, daring me to refuse.

"Alright, if you insist," I say, giving in.

Brittany smiles widely, nudging my shoulder and I can't help smiling in response. She turns me into a pile of mush.

"Alright I'll be right back with your drinks," Jojo says walking towards the bar.

While we wait, I wander over to the balcony. It's a jumble of bodies gyrating, flashing lights, and the pounding bass from the speakers. The combination of it all is almost overwhelming.

"Wanna dance?" someone whispers in my ear.

I whip around to see Brittany grinning at me. It still feels like her breath is tickling my ear.

"Umm no, that's okay."

"Come on," she says pouting. "It will be fun. Jojo already brought the shots. Let's take them and dance!"

On the one hand, dancing with Brittany is really inappropriate, especially because of the growing sexual tension between us, on the other hand, scoping this place out under the ruse of dancing wouldn't hurt.

"Okay, Britt."

"Yay! Come on!" she says grabbing my hand and leading me back to the bar.

We take our shots and I whisper to Puck that I'll be back, before Brittany motions for me to follow her downstairs to the dance floor.

Just as we're making our way through the throngs of people, the DJ starts playing "Slave 4 U" by Britney Spears.

I start giggling. I guess those two shots are getting to me.

"Hey, Britt. Is this you singing?…Britt?"

I look around and I don't see her anywhere. She was just here a second ago.

Suddenly, there's hands covering my eyes.

"Boo!" she yells in my ear.

"Damn it, Britt! Where the hell did you go that fast?"

"Sorry, it's so crowded in here. When I looked behind me you weren't there, so I circled back around."

"Oh ok, good." I said letting out a sigh of relief.

"Ooh! I love this song! Come on, Carmen!"

She starts swaying her hips and doing these moves that look like something out of music video. I was skeptical when she first told me she teaches dance sometimes at her friend's studio, but I can't deny it now, she moves as if she was born to do this.

Before I know it, she's grabbed my hand pulling me behind her, and starts grinding her ass to the beat.

I know I should walk away, or tell her to stop but I don't. I've never been attracted to another woman like I am with Brittany. There's something about her…like we've known each other before.

I shake my head at the thought. Remember you're here on business. I take a step backwards and Brittany turns around.

"I'm sorry, was that too much? It's just the music and…I just can't seem to help myself around you," she says.

I nod, not looking at her directly in the eyes. Trying to stay focused around her is going to be harder than I thought. I wonder if Puck is having better luck.

When I look up at a the balcony, I see another man that wasn't there before. The flashing lights distort his face, but I'm sure he looks familiar…

Holy shit! It's José Cortez, the guy Mark and I questioned at The Bull a couple of weeks ago.

If he realizes who I am, this case could be screwed, my cover will be blown, and there's no telling what Black will do. Damn it!