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Okay this is my first fanfic ever so please go easy on me ;) Hope you guys enjoy it and sorry if there are any misspelled words, but English in not my first language.
So without any further I present you "Wanna bite?"
Sunday- All the Gleeks are gathered at Puck's party. Most of them thought that it would be a cool way to say goodbye to the weekend. Well, most of them cause obviously Rachel was against. "We have school tomorrow! We can't be partying till so late! It's so irresponsible!".
"Omg Rachel chill for a bit! It's still 11.00 pm. We're just having a good time. Besides if you feel tired tomorrow you can always sleep in class" Puck smirks at her.
"That's not even an option Noah! My dads always say…"
"Look, relax, have fun with us and in half an hour I promise I'll take you home ok?"
"Fine…but just half an hour." Rachel said finally giving in.
"Good. Here drink this and come to the living room" said Puck giving her a beer and smiling.
Everyone's having fun in the living room. Tina is laughing hysterically with Mercedes while watching Finn dancing to Daddy Yankee and Quinn trying the best she can to step away from him; Sam and Artie are talking nonstop about Halo; Kurt and Blaine are sitting on the couch chatting; Puck is trying to get Lauren on the dance floor, not succeeding though, Brittany and Mike Chang are having an incredible dance battle and Santana checking her up while drinking some cheap vodka; and Rachel is already drunk and spinning in the room.
"Hey Rachel, can I borrow your iPod? I'm feeling like ear good music" says Kurt.
"A wise decision my friend. May I suggest something?"
"Yeah Sure"
Rachel suddenly screams. "Oh my God!"
"What's wrong?" asks Blaine confused.
Rachel's eyes start filling with tears "Barbra Streisand is trapped on my iPod! SHE'S TRAPPED!"
"What are you…"
"Don't turn it off Kurt! Just…just wait! I'm gonna get help!" she says while running off the room.
"We probably shouldn't let her watch any more Barbra videos while drunk…" says Blaine laughing.
"This party's getting boring…and where the hell is Brittany?" thinks Santana finishing her 7th drink and walking towards the kitchen where she hears Brittany's voice.
"But why do you wanna break up? Don't you like me anymore?" asks Brittany confused.
"Of course I like you but it's obvious you're into someone else, and let's face it, you love to dance and I can barely move. Besides the person you're in love with can dance with you all day long" says Artie
"Yeah…I guess that would be pretty cool. But just so you know you were a good boyfriend"
"Thanks, you were a good girlfriend too." He smiles and starts leaving. "and btw, be careful with Tina, she can get violent when someone's trying to get her boyfriend".
Brittany confused watches him leave.
"So… Mike Chang hum? Didn't know you like the guy that way" says Santana finally appearing after eavesdropping.
"But I…"
"Wanna get out of here? This party has reached the level of epic boredom anyways" and she grabs Brittany's pinky before she could even answer.
They're walking down the street. No one has talked since they left the party. And Brittany finally breaks the silence.
"Hey San…"
Santana doesn't say anything.
"Can I stay with you tonight? I'm a little dizzy and I don't want my mom to see…" says Brittany with puppy eyes.
Santana finally smiles and nods "You don't need to ask B. Mi casa su casa"
Brittany giggles "You're cute when you talk that alien language"
"What? B, that's Spanish for My house your house"
"Oh… thanks" giving Santana a kiss on the cheek.
Santana suddenly stops.
"What wrong?" asks Brittany
Santana raise her hand to make Brittany stop talking. She turns around and sees a man 40 feet away walking towards them.
"Why is he walking like that? Is he drunk?"
"Don't know…Let's just hurry to my house."
They're arrived at Santana's house. Brittany asks to take a shower to sober up a bit, and Santana is sitting on her bed thinking of Brittany and Artie's talk. She couldn't believe that Brittany was in love with Chang… Well, on the bright side she was no longer with Robocop so that was definitely a plus, but damn that Asian!
Her thoughts are interrupted by Brittany's body. She was wrapped in a small pink towel.
"Hey S, can I borrow some of your clothes?" "Santana…?"
"W-what?"
"Clothes Santana. I don't have any"
"Oh yeah yeah, sure." She answers with her cheeks getting flushed. She gives Brittany some cheerios shorts and a white tank top, but her embarrassment disappears when she hears noises coming from next door. A man and a woman laughing. "Oh great…" she says rolling her eyes.
"What?"
"My neighbors…argh"
There's no more laughter, the woman screams and they can hear things breaking.
"What's happening there?"
"Just another night with my neighbors doing it "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" style. I mean, do they have to break all that shit to have sex?"
Brittany giggles "They're making weird sex noises"
"Geez, It's like 3D sound experience porn!" Santana grumbles "They don't even close the window! I'm definitely put some music" She turns on the tv and they start watching VH1.
"But with the window open you can hear crickets while you're doing it! There's this time when Artie was on my room and there was a cricket outside, so when I was on his lap if I closed my eyes it looked like we were at the woods!"
"Omg B! Really? Talking about you and Roller Boy's sex fantasies is a real turn off. And I wantz to get my mack on!" Santana complains. She turns to Brittany and she sees the blonde doing a weird choreography. "What are doing?"
"Look! It's thriller! Come dance too! This is so the best dance ever!"
Santana smiles while watching her friend dancing. "This girl is something amazing. Always cheerful"
"Santana come on! You're missing all the fun!" exclaims the blonde while perfectly synchronized with Michael Jackson.
"Santana freaking Lopez is gonna show ya who's the boss" smiles the latina with her hand on her hip.
They finally went to bed. It was already 2.30 am and the girls were still awake.
"Damn Britt, you owned me on the dance floor"
"Duh…I'm awesome. But you were amazing too…and a totally hot zombie" says Brittany cuddling next to Santana.
"If you were a zombie you'd be the hottest one out there. You could have a bite of this any time" whispers the latina.
"I don't need to be a zombie for that…" says a sleepy Brittany
"You know it B. Good night"
"Good night S. Sweet dreams"
"You too" says the brunette kissing the blondes forehead "with me and not with that Jackie Chan boy"
Monday - Santana wakes up half an hour earlier than she's supposed to. She growls into her pillow until she decides to get up. She looks at her best friend who seems more asleep than Sleeping Beauty herself.
She goes to the window and sees cops in her neighbors yard. She doesn't know what's going on until she seems two corpse bags being taken to an ambulance "Oh shit…"
"San? What's wrong?" asks Brittany while rubbing her eyes.
"My neighbors…they're…dead" says Santana in shock.