Hey, guys. I miss Glee and I'm positive they won't revisit the summer during season three so I wrote my own summer. This is a Brittana fic. It starts off with Pezberry friendship, but it'll lead to Brittana.. I promise. Let me know what you think!
Also, I do NOT own Glee, although I wish I did.
Since school ended, Santana and Brittany have drifted a little. Not because they're on bad terms, it's just that Brittany and her family are vacationing in florida until mid July. Santana has been trying to redeem her friendships since. She's tired of being angry at everyone and wants to show them she's only human. She's become particularly close with a glee clubber that no one would have expected. Rachel.
During the beginning of summer break, Rachel threw one of her epic train wreck extravaganzas. Finn, clearly inebriated, tried to pressure Rachel into something she wasn't ready for. Especially when there are tons of people downstairs getting drunk and anyone could walk in. He didn't force anything, but she was still hurt by his behavior.
Santana was too drunk to drive home and ended up being the only one to sleep over. Obviously her peers aren't as wise. One of her ex-cheerio mates wrecked her dad's range rover. She wasn't hurt, but still. Stupid. Anyway, Santana woke up to the smell of the pancakes Rachel was cooking. She got up and brushed her teeth with her fingers. Santana made her way back to the kitchen.
"Hey," Santana said. Rachel a little thrown back by the friendliness in her tone, "hey. Had a good sleep"? "Yeah, I feel kind of refreshed". "Good," Rachel says. Now, Santana is no expert, but she can tell when someone is upset. She asks Rachel if she is okay, throwing her back again by the genuine concern. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, though". "Something happen with Finn? I saw you leave your room in a huff while I was waiting for some dumbass to stop puking in your tub".
"Somebody puked in my tub?" Rachel asks, grossed out. "You have fifty drunk teenagers at your house and you don't expect some vomit? You need to reevaluate your party expectations. Also, Artie puked in garage. I don't really know how he got there". "That's just wonderful. Whatever, Finn was just being stupid." "FINN? Stupid? You're kidding." Santana says, sarcastically. "Shut up," Rachel joked. "He didn't hurt you, did he"? "No, I'm fine. Syrup?" Santana nodded.
They ate and made jokes while watching Saturday morning cartoons. When they were done Santana suggested she go home. "Wait," Rachel says, nervously. "Do you want to hang out for a little? Go shopping"? "I don't shop at The Children's Place." Santana observed Rachel after the comment. She seemed… broken. "I'm just fucking with you. I'm down. Can I shower here?" Rachel smiled and nodded.