Title: Summer in a Haze

Pairing: Brittana

Summary: This is set summer after season 2. And I know we're already in season 3, but there are so many questions left unanswered that the show doesn't provide. So here's my take on what happened in the summer. And the title… thanks Adele for the idea. Summer in a Haze, summer in a type of confusion, in Santana's case, confusion regarding her feelings.

Also, this is my very first fanfic… so not sure if it's good or bad. Please review and let me know what you think. What you like, what you don't like. I enjoy feedback.

Also, I own nothing. Although, I wish I did. All these characters and Glee are property of Fox.

Chapter 1

Santana wasn't sure what day of the week it was, but for some reason it felt like a Monday. She hated Mondays because it meant back to school, no sleeping in late for the next 5 days, having to hear that obnoxious alarm clock, and not to mention seeing annoying ass Rachel Berry.

Luckily it was summer so it was ok not to know what day of the week it was or even the time of day. She blamed the alcohol for that. These past days she'd been drinking herself to sleep and spent most days in bed with massive hangovers. Somehow if she slept or was drunk, she wouldn't have to think about her…

As soon as school was out for the summer, Brittany went to visit her relatives in Wyoming for two weeks. They lived in this weird hippie colony where they didn't believe in electricity, so Santana hasn't spoken with her since. To kill time Santana does what she knows best: party, drinking, and sleeping. When she realizes that she's sober, she starts her own solo drinking game: A shot of Tequila every time Brittany comes into her head. So, it hasn't been too hard to pass out and forget.

What would her dear mother say? Pshh, her mom's never home, she probably wouldn't be able to distinguish sober Santana from totally trashed. Who cares, Santana is use to being alone. That was, until Brittany. Now it's not that easy. Once she felt that touch of companionship and all her walls came down, being alone became harder. She was so use to Brittany that the past few weeks have been like giving up cigarettes cold turkey.

Even parties didn't feel the same. She figured people were starting to suspect since she hasn't been making out with random dudes anymore, especially now that she wasn't dating Karofsky. Honestly, sometimes just thinking about some guy having his way with her again made her feel sick to her stomach. So at parties she would drink and dance, then drink some more.

Sometimes she'd dance with Quinn and other times with Puck, at least when Lauren wasn't around. Not that she was scared of her or anything. Nothing scares Santana Lopez. She just didn't want the drama. Right now she was just trying to figure herself out and not miss Brit in the process.

But if she had to choose between her two dance partners, she'd definitely stick with Quinn. Quinn just felt comfortable and normal. Santana liked to place her hands on Quinn's body and sometimes she's squeeze her ass just for laughs. They had become better friends lately. Santana was sure Quinn knew about her attraction to girls and maybe that's why Quinn was sometimes real flirty with her. But they both knew it was just for fun because Quinn wasn't 'into that' and Santana was in love with Brittany S. Pierce.

Sometimes if it wasn't for Quinn and Puck, she'd probably be moping around her house for the whole summer. Quinn would randomly show up delivering food from Breadstix to cheer her up and sometimes Puck would tag along. A few times they sneaked into her neighbor's pool because she knew the family was on vacation. She smiled thinking about the last time they sneaked in, they decided to skinny dip and suddenly the backyard lights went on. They had to run fast because they were going to call the cops!

Bzzzzz. Santana quickly snapped out of her thoughts and looks for her phone. 'who the fuck could that be?'

Brittany: Hey you! I'm back! Are you going to Puck's tonight? I really want to see you. 3

'Shit! It's been two weeks already?' Looks like she was wrong, today is actually Friday. 'So I lost track of a few days, big whoop.'

This bitch wasn't even planning on going. She wanted to sleep and get rid of this massive headache… Fuckkkkkk…

Santana didn't bother replying to Brittany's text. She wanted Brittany to miss her just as much as she missed Brittany. She wanted Brittany to want her with the same intensity she did.

Quinn shows up a few hours later.

Quinn: "I'm surprised Brittany isn't here. I mean, she just got back this morning and you haven't seen her in weeks."

Santana: "Yeah, well she's got her own shit to deal with and I've got mine. She's probably busy or whatever. "

Quinn had begun to realize in the past few weeks that Brittany was a touchy topic. She didn't know what happened between the two, but she had noticed that Santana and Brit weren't as attached at the hip towards the end of the school year as they use to be. Quinn figured it was probably because Brittany was dating Artie, but then they broke up. She didn't want to persist with this, especially because every time Brittany comes up, Santana decides to get herself drunk. A few times these past weeks, Quinn would have a sobbing Santana leaning against her shoulder. All Quinn could do was hug her and listen. Sometimes what she said didn't even make sense, more mumbles than words. Half of what came out of her mouth was 'I'm sorry' and 'I'm such a coward'. One time she even said 'If you knew, you probably wouldn't want to be my friend anymore. You'd treat me different, as if I had three heads.'

It didn't take much to put two and two together, but Quinn wasn't going to force the truth out of Santana. Hopefully, sometime soon, Santana would be ready to tell and Quinn would be ready to listen.