Hungover, a glee fanfic

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

A/N: So I've written some fanfics before but published very few. I write for my own personal therapy. But I love Brittana and I absolutely love this song. The idea came into my head and I had to write it. I decided to publish it to see how it goes. So go easy on me! Haha. The song is Hungover by Ke$ha.

And now the sun is rising
And now the long walk back home (back home)

I rolled off of Puck's couch, sighing as my feet hit the floor. I looked around the room.

There's just so many faces,
But no one I need to know (need to know)

I finally heaved myself off the couch. Where the hell did my shoes go? Its time to go home.

In the dark I can't fight it, I fake till I'm numb
But in the bright light,
I taste you on my tongue

As I walked down the street I hugged my arms tightly around myself. Memories I tried to forget came rushing back. The bright morning sun glistened off a stray tear gliding down my cheek. I swiped it away quickly. I grabbed a bottle of water before heading to my room and going back to sleep. I slept all day. I still felt tired. All I wanted to do was go back to sleep. I sighed and reached for my phone. Puck sent out another mass text. There was another party at his house tonight. It was the last thing I needed but the first thing I wanted.

Now the party's over
And everybody's gone
I'm left here with myself and I wonder what went wrong
And now my heart is broken
Like the bottles on the floor
Does it really matter?
Or am I just hung over you?
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah
Or am I just hungover?

Another hangover. I felt some strange sense of accomplishment but in the pit of my stomach, I ached. I wanted to sleep again but I had chores to do.

Even my dirty laundry
Everything just smells like you (like you)
And now my head is throbbing
Every song is out of tune
Just like you
In the dark I can't fight it till it disappears
But in the daylight
I taste you in my tears

I smell your familiar scent everywhere and tears start to fall from my eyes. I miss you. I need you.

And now the party's over,
And everybody's gone
I'm left here with myself and I wonder what went wrong
And now my heart is broken
Like the bottles on the floor
Does it really matter?
Or am I just hung over you?

As soon as I leave Puck's, the third day in a row by the way, I just walk. Our last conversation playing over and over in my mind. I find myself standing outside your house.

Now I've got myself looking like a mess
Standing alone
Here at the end try to pretend but no,
I put up my fight
But this is it this time (this time)
Cuz I'm here at the end, tryin to pretend
Here at the end, tryin to pretend
Oh, ohhh

I look up at your window and see a flash of your beautiful blonde hair. My chest aches and tears threaten to fall. I turn around, walking back the way I came. Hoping you'll see me and chase after me.

'Would you just listen to me?'

'I am listening to you.'

'No, Santana. I'm trying to tell you something important and you don't even care.'

'I do care, baby.'

'Then what was the last thing I said?'

'Umm-'

'That's what I thought. When you decide you want to listen, you can come find me. But until then I'm done.'

'B, wait.'

You walked out the door and I hated myself. I wanted to run after you but something wouldn't let me.

Since then I've done nothing but drink and sleep and sleep and drink. I hate feeling this way.

After going to Puck's for a while, I got bored and left. I was over my drinking binge. Hell it lasted 3 days. I wandered around town, lost in my thoughts. It's time for me to grow up. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and hit 2 on speed dial. After two rings, you pick up. "B, I've been so stupid. I hate myself for letting you go. I want you. I need you. Brittany, I love you. I'm so sorry I hurt you."