Chapter I: The Mother of all Hangovers

Santana Lopez didn't remember what happened last night. Everything was so blurry… And now she was, sleepy and feeling like crap. She felt like somehow millions of Rachel Berry midgets had sneaked in her head and began singing their entire song repertoire using the most powerful and sadistic microphone on earth. She felt sore, dizzy, confused… This wasn't a new feeling for her… Well, sort of, because she was a party girl and really liked to hang out with the count Boozy Von Drunkaton, but never like this. And yet she was, so calm but the moment she opened her eyes, she immediately closed them again.

"Damn…!" She felt like someone was spinning the bed. She knew she had to wake up, but instead, she kept herself on bed, and began remembering.

She was invited to some random party… Who invited her? She couldn't remember, and honestly, she didn't care. All she knew was that she was at the house that night, with a bunch of other teenagers. Nothing unusual. Of course, Santana was very aware of how this was going to end: most of the people in there would be wasted like, in two or three hours, maybe, including her. And maybe she would be hooking up with somebody, boy or girl, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered now that Brittany turned her down, even if she didn't want to admit it to herself.

"And what about Sam?" She thought. Well, it wasn't like she cared about him at all… Of course, she wrote a song for him, but it wasn't really for him, but for herself… She wanted to prove that she gave a damn about Brittany and was beyond happy to have a hot hunk to sing for.

Anyway, she went to that party, started dancing with some random boy, drank a tequila shot, began telling funny stories to the others, drank a tequila shot, had a catfight with a someone just for fun, had a tequila shot… Then they ran out of tequila and began drinking whatever they found… The house was so crowded that they started pouring down the first bottle they reached… Otherwise, alcohol would be eventually gone and those who weren't fast enough to grab some drinks would have ended up sober, and hey, nobody wants that while being in a party, right?

After that, she remembered nothing… Yes, like "absolutely nothing"

The Latina sighed… She had to wake up. Not like she was in the mood of staying in bed, feeling like shit. Her head was hurting like hell and she began rubbing her eyes, when suddenly realized that she was wearing a ring. A plain, worn out, silver ring. The former cheerleader made her trademark scowl face but ignored the ring and was determined to leave bed and take care of this god damn hangover.

But the moment she tried to leave the bed, something made a grip on her stomach. Santana wasn't really surprised, she saw it coming… Oh, really, what a bad choice of words.

"That's what she said." The brunette muttered. Then, she proceeded to examine the arm making a grip on her… A soft hand was placed on her abs. And then she saw it. A plain, worn out, silver ring… Was set on one of the fingers.

Oh crap.

Then she realized a few but very important details about why she couldn't possibly be married:

Number one: She was underage. She was still in high school… Who in their right mind could let her getting married?

Number two: She was, capital W, Wasted last night. Maybe getting married while being drunk like that was a common scene in Las Vegas, but not in Lima, Ohio.

Number three: That hand was either, a girl's hand… Or a very feminine man's hand (Being the opposite of "man-hands Berry") and gay marriage wasn't legal in Lima.

Santana shook her head.

"Ow!" Probably head shaking wasn't really a good idea in her state.

"Santana?" A voice called. It was a boy's. The doorbell rang and finally, Santana stood up, carefully placing the hand on her stomach down on the mattress, not wanting to wake up the "girl or feminine man" resting besides her. She began gathering her scattered clothes and dressed herself, went downstairs and opened the door. It was a bright and sunny day.

"You look awful." Puck said.

"Indeed." Lauren agreed, nodding.

"Thanks. Luckily, even my 'awful' is 'beautiful' to you" Replied Santana. "So, what are you doing here, so early in the morning?"

"Early in the…? Santana, its 3 o'clock." We were wondering where the hell you were, considering that today is Saturday and usually you're at the mall center…"

"In fact Puckerman was the only one wondering… I couldn't care less." Zizes responded with a shrug.

"… but we ran into Brittany and Artie…"

'Here we go' Santana thought. Suddenly the hangover was nothing compared to the throbbing pain she felt in her heart when she heard those names together.

"…and Brittany was worried about you 'cuz you two haven't been talking lately and after all, stopping by the mall is part of your weekend routine. She wanted to know if something happened." Puck continued.

"So, if she was so worried why didn't she come by herself?" Santana asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Truth be told, she was wondering why.

"They were on a date, of course and Brittany didn't want to let down Artie. I owe him a favor, you know, he's been helping me out with school, and stuff… He doesn't like his girlfriend to be upset so he asked me to drop by and see how things are going…" Puck was staring at her, frowning a little, like if he was able to say if something happened by seeing her face.

"Well, I'm perfectly okay so you can tell them to mind their very own business." The Latina replied with her bitchy tone. She scrunched her face at the growing headache.

"Nope, you're not. I can guess what happened: you were at that wild party yesterday and drank your ass off." The Mohawk boy could say this because… Well, this is Santana we're talking about. "Where are your parents, anyway?"

"Hmm… Went to visit my aunt… I didn't feel like goin' so I stayed" Santana mumbled.

"Okay, off the record… You're not experiencing the average hangover, there's something else. I'll tell Brittany that you're fine, but I'm really curious… What happened?"

"More like 'With who?'" Lauren said, with a mock.

What the hell. She was so relieved about realizing that she wasn't really married and at the same time, she was so pissed off thanks to Stubbles McCripplePants and Brittany that she began to talk.

"Well… I kinda woke up. And I was wearing THIS." The brunette said, showing the ring on her finger, in a very "Single Ladies" style.

Puck dropped his mouth. "You didn't…?"

"Of course not." She quickly replied. "But it's funny, don't you think? I mean, Who the hell gives you a ring right before… or after having drunken sex?" She laughed.

"Was it okay?" The boy asked, with a grin.

"Can't remember"

"Is he hot?" Lauren asked. Now she was curious too.

"Dunno. I didn't manage to see the face."

"Maybe you banged Jacob Ben Israel." Puck suggested. That would be a blast.

"Eww! Shut up! It wasn't him…" Santana waved off her hand. "It was a girl, in fact."

"I bet she's horrible and looks like a horse, but you were soooooo drunk that you didn't noticed and thought you were fucking hotness incarnated, like Megan Fox or someone like that." Puck knew he shouldn't be picking on Santana, her bad temper was available 24/7 but he couldn't help.

The Latina glared at him at was about to respond when she suddenly felt a hand slip under her blouse.

"Hiiiii!" A very melodic voice said. "Oh Sany, you bad girl, don't EVER leave me alone in bed again!"

They turned to see the owner of that voice. Right in that moment, Puck, Santana and even Lauren, were mouth-dropped like idiots.

Because the girl who now had Santana in a tight embrace and fondling her, totally ignoring the other couple in front of them, was beyond far of being horrible and looking like a horse. She was tall, had a kick-ass body to say the least and her face was beautiful. Blonde hair, lightly tanned and smooth skin, an exquisite waist, long and toned legs, and of course, a perfect derriere. Hazel eyes partially covered by her hair bangs, a perfect nose, and a sexy mouth with white-shining teeth. Her lips were an intense shade of pink and Santana noticed they were swollen… Well, well, the Latina must have been a handful last night.

Oh, and by the way, she was wearing nothing but some red and hot lingerie. She didn't seem to mind, though.

Suddenly the blonde saw Puck and Lauren and greeted. "Hi, there! Are you Santy's friends?"

This snapped the kids out of their confusion. They regained composure.

"Yeah, we're classmates and are in the same club. I'm Puck." Puck answered.

"I'm Lauren Zizes."

"Really?" The blonde asked excitedly. "And which club could that be?"

"Glee club." Santana mumbled.

"Of course! Your voice is like, totally hot and beautiful… Besides you're such a screamer! I bet you don't even need a microphone if you sing like you screamed last night…" Santana blushed. Wait, what? That was impossible. Santana Lopez. Never. Blushed. But seriously, did she scream that much?

"Oh, how rude I am! I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Ashley!" She hugged Santana "And I'm Santana's fiancée!"

Again… Oh, crap. She wasn't married, but was engaged. Great.

"Hello, headache, I missed you" The Latina thought as she began feeling that drilling pain again.

A/N: If you liked it then you should put a review on it XD Ok, enough of that song for today. I'm not really a big fan, but it just came to my mind. If you want me to continue, you know what to do ;) Just review!