Mystery Girl

Chapter 4

As Brittany predicted, the club was a total buzz. There was never action on Tuesdays so it was no surprise that she had spent most of her night by the bar talking to Puck. Noah Puckerman was a good kid. He worked most days as either a bartender or bouncer. He looked tough but inside he was a huge softie, especially for Quinn. It is no secret that he has had the biggest crush on her for the past year but doesn't have the balls to ask her out. His crush does not stop him from flirting with the ladies, though. 

"Quinn told me you have a new girlfriend," Puck said as he dried some cups.

"She is not my girlfriend."

"But you want her to be," Puck interrupted. 

Brittany smirked but didn't deny it right away. "Both you and Quinn need to slow your horses. I've known the girl for a week but she is totally great."

"What's her name again? Samantha? Sabrina? I bet she's a total hottie," Puck said as he finished cleaning up.

"Her name is Santana and I guess you could say she's a hottie," Brittany finished.

"Good to know you think I'm hot," A voice from behind Brittany said. The blonde froze for a second before giving Puck a death glare and turning around. 

"How much of that did you hear exactly?" Brittany asked both worried and embarrassed.

"Just enough to know I should buy you a drink," Santana said as she sat down next to Brittany at the bar. 

 The Latina waved at Puck to call him over. "Can I have a Moscow Mule and this pretty lady will have a-" She paused to allow Brittany to order for herself.

"Thanks for the offer but I'm technically working so I can't drink."

Santana turned back to Puck, "Well then she will have a club soda." 

"So you're the famous Santana?" Puck asked leaning on the bar.

Brittany gave him a warning look while Santana answered. "Nice to know I'm already considered famous," The brunette said with a small chuckle.

"I'm Noah Puckerman, most people call me Puck but your fine ass can call me anytime you want," Puck flirted. 

Brittany was about to protest when Santana spoke before her, "Sorry dude, you're not really my type."

"Is it the mohawk? Cause I could totally shave it for you to have a ride on the Pucasaures."

"No, it's not the mohawk. It's more the being a man thing," Santana said while taking a sip of her drink that Puck had handed to her. Brittany tried her best to hide her smile but couldn't. It wasn't common for Puck to be rejected by "the ladies" and it brought her oh so much joy when he did. 

"Nice try Puck, but I think you need to work on your gaydar," Brittany said while standing up. She faced Santana and offered her a hand, "How about we go talk somewhere more private?"

"That sounds great," Santana said as she took Brittany's hand and was lead through the club. It was hard for Brittany to contain her excitement. As she was heading to a private room, she saw Quinn not so subtly stare at her. The taller blonde simply ignored her and lead Santana to a small room labeled "Pleasure Paradise." 

The room had a dark blue velvet sofa along the wall, a mini-fridge, a small bar, and a small stage. It was completely soundproof and had its own separate sound system from the rest of the club so the "client" could choose what they would like to listen to. 

"Is this where you bring all the hotties?" Santana joked as she sat down on the sofa. She was wearing black jeans with a black top that showed just the right amount of cleavage to not look like a complete slut but also have a few eyes leering.