"You guys, I'm really nervous" I say closing the curtain. I still felt kind of sick from all the alcohol I've been drinking lately. I couldn't let that get to me now. I'm thrilled we finally get to do Ke$ha. "Ke$ha's been a culture icon for weeks and I really want to do her music justice"
I heard bits and pieces of glee kids saying we haven't had enough practice or whatever. I couldn't really pay attention with Santana staring at me with a devilish smirk on her face. I snapped back to reality when a cup was shoved in my hand. More alcohol. It was dark purple and looked sluggish but Rachel said something about it claiming nerves before a performance so what could it hurt? We all made a toast to Ke$ha and I tilted my cup back. Santana was right, it did taste like cough syrup.
"Hey" I heard someone whisper behind me. I immediately knew who it was. I felt her grab ahold my wrist and I let myself get pulled away from the group and was hidden behind racks of costumes off the side of the stage. "I know what will help calm you" she said in a sultry voice that made my legs weak. Santana grabbed the cup from my hand and set it along with hers on the nearest table. She turned back to me and put her arms around my neck and started to lean in.
"Wait, I feel sick. I don't want you to get sick too" I said. I wanted to kiss her so bad but I was still worried about her.
"I don't care. I just want to make you feel better." She half whispered and leaned in again. This time I didn't stop her. Her lips softly brushed mine and my head felt like it was spinning. I don't know if it's the alcohol or Santana but it's not spinning in a bad way. I felt confidence surge through me and I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer while pushing my lips a little more forcefully against hers. She relaxed into the kiss and I tilted my head to kiss her deeper. I felt something wet graze my bottom lip and I smiled and granted her access. I always loved kissing Santana. She was gentle yet in control and she always made me feel good. She took my bottom lip between her teeth and pulled back. It released with a very faint 'pop' and I opened my eyes. I was met with waves of dark brown that was shades darker than usual. Her lip gloss was smudged and she was looking at me with something I was very familiar with. Lust. She pulled me back into an open mouthed kiss and snuck her hand up my shirt. I held back a moan and she started palming me over my bra.
"Where's Brittany and Santana?" I heard someone say. It sounded like Mercedes. We broke apart and immediately started fixing our clothes. Santana picked up put drinks and gave me mine as we walked back to the group.
"Right here" Santana said. "Brittany needed to go to the bathroom and I didn't want her to get lost" she said as she looked at me.
"Hallways are confusing. There's so many of them." I followed along. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye and saw her smiling.
"Well the performance is about to start so get your asses ready" she said in a playful tone. We got into our positions behind the curtain and waited for Mr. Figgins to stop talking. I looked over at Santana and mouthed 'thank you.' She smiled and nodded before looking back at the curtain.
The performance went well until I puked all over Rachel. Santana blew chunks right after I did. I told her I was feeling sick. But it was totally worth it and I would do it all over again.
