Santana furiously made out with Sam, the liquor still fresh on their breath. Vodka, Rum, they'd tasted it all, and now they tasted all of it in each other.
This drunken kiss was bittersweet. Sam would have to leave soon, and Santana would be left alone at Rachel Berry's house. Well, she thought, notentirelyalone. She dared to sneak a look out of the corner of her eye to the blond in Artie's lap. She let out a sigh when she saw that they, too, we're passionately kissing goodbye.
It'slikeagod-damnedcompetition, Santana thought to herself with anger.
"Are you alright, babe?" Sam asked, stopping their kiss when he noticed the Latina had lost interest.
"Ya," Santana snapped her attention back to the blond in front of her. No worries, though, he was too dense to realize she had been staring with heartbreak at Brittany.
Sam smiled at her with his fish lips before engulfing Santana again for one last kiss. "Goodnight," he said sweetly.
"Ya, night," Santana replied, not even looking at the boy as they separated and she walked toward the couple in the wheelchair. "Hey, Wheels, unless you wanna roll home, you better roll out," she said with a snark in her voice.
Artie pulled away from Brittany and sighed, "She's right. I have to leave with Finn so he can carry me up the stairs." Brittany stuck her lip out in a pout and Santana rolled her eyes. The couple in front of her began kissing again.
"You know what? Alright, alright already!" Santana pulled the teens' faces away from each other, "Come on, Britt, we have to go soon too."
Still pouting Brittany stood up from Artie's chair and waved goodbye to him as Finn and a stumbling Puck carried him up the stairs. When they reached the top, Santana grinned.
Rachel Berry's "Oscar Room" was now complety deserted except for the two ex-cheerios. Santana turned to Brittany.
Santana had not drunk much, so she was moderately sobering up; however, that was not the case for Brittany. She was shirtless, just a pink, polka-dotted bra grasped her chest, and small Sophie's shorts showed off her toned legs. Santana licked her lips.
"San, why'd you make Artie leave?" Brittany was still pouting because she lost her boyfriend for the night.
"Don't worry about him, right now, B," Santana said with a devious smile, "We're going to have some fun, ourselves." Knowing well that she was essentially taking advantage of a drunk girl, Santana grabbed Brittany roughly by the shoulders and pulled her into a kiss. Caught by surprise, Brittany moaned in pleasure, and Santana grinned against her lips. "San, I have a boyfriend."
"Forget him," Santana said, angrily forcing her tongue down the other girl's throat.
Brittany didn't think about it when her body leaned into the kiss, when she laid down on the couch with Santana on top of her, or when the Latina sensually took off her bra and threw it across the room.
Brittany was drunk, she didn't think. She just went through the motions. It had been so long since they had been together this way. Brittany missed it. No, Brittany thought, Imissher. Andshe'sonlygoingtoleavemeagain. But as Santana's lips met hers again the bad thoughts were pushed away and she forgot about everything but the Latina.
And when she got home she realized she even forgot her bra.