Forbidden Kisses

Chapter Five

Heyy!:) so I'm soooo sorry that last chapter was SO short omg. But this one will be longer. Right now it's 12/9. And guess what comes out in 37 minutes? CANNONBALL!!! OMG YAYAYAYAYAYAY! Okay so like I said: no sex scenes from me. Sorry. I'd better get on with it. I'll be writing til' 12:D

{Dani}

After Santana and Dani left Dani's lake house, they went to a night club. Santana had been skeptical but didn't question Dani, who seemed pretty upset about what had happened. Santana had tried to get Dani to talk about it, but had been unseccessful. They parked in the front parking lot and caught up with a group of girls, blending in and slipping past the bouncer. Once inside, Dani rushed over to the bar and got three shots of whiskey, handing one to Santana and taking two for herself.

"Wow." She grinned once she had downed the hard alcohol. "That was amazing!" She ordered a beer and gulped it down, but Santana grabbed her arm before she could flag the waiter for another, and dragged her to the dance floor. Dani was tipsy, and she was laughing at almost everything, but she managed to stay on her feet most of the time. Eventually, Dani and Santana both got tired and went to sit at the bar. "You know," Dani slurred, "My mom has hated me since I was six." Dani sighed and took a long drink from the margarita she ordered. "I remember when she met David's dad. They were here for... for the summer. And she intro-intr-introduced me as 'The Product of a Failed Marriage' and they just laughed and laugh... laugh... laughed." Santana held Dani in her arms. So, maybe, Dani was totally drunk. And maybe, she wasn't thinking so clearly, but you don't just make something like that up.

"Do you wanna go back to my house? You look pretty tired..." Santana said. Dani shook her head rigorously.

"No! I love it here! Besides, I haven't finished my magrita." Santana laughed at Dani's drunk pronunciation.

"Okay." She whispered.

Dani went out and danced more, but Santana was alone at the bar, watching her.

"That your girlfriend?" The waiter asked her. He was Asian, and he had short black hair, that had way to much gel in it.

"Uh, yeah." Santana said.

"Why don't you go dance with her?" He asked.

"She's had a rough night and I think she just wants to be alone." Santana said softly. The waiter nodded.

"I'm Wes." He said, sticking out his hand. Santana took it. "And you are...?"

"Santana." Wes nodded and laughed. It was a friendly laugh, and it made Santana trust him just a little more.

"So, Santana, you don't look old enough to be drinking." Wes said, raising his eyebrows questioningly.

"I have an I.D." She said, inwardly kicking herself for telling him her real name.

"It's okay." He laughed. "You go to McKinley, right?" Wes asked, imidiately setting off warning bells in Santana's head. "Blaine told me!" Wes said, as if reading Santana's thoughts.

"Blaine Anderson?" She asked.

"Yeah. I go to Dalton." Wes says.

"So you're not old enough to be working here?" She quizzes him.

"Technically I am. But if anyone from school found out..." He blew up his cheeks with air and then let it out, suggesting that all hell would break loose.

"Are you in the Warblers?" Santana asks, leaning in and resting her head on her palms. She notices Wes stand up a little taller at the mention of Dalton's Glee Club.

"Captain, actually." He announces, a proud smile making it's way to his face. "I-" he was cut off by a loud crash coming from the dance floor. "Dammit!" He yelled, running over and helping to drunk figures off the ground. Santana walked over to see what was going on, and saw Dani standing nervously in the crowd of tipsy onlookers.