Title: TFLN ficlets
Author: timorous-scribe
Length: varies
Rating: mostly PG to T-ish
Summary: Various little ficlets using Texts From Last Night posts as prompts.


(206) woke up to the trail of sugar cubes leading to my bed...was i that uncooperative last night?

You
I woke up to the trail of sugar cubes leading to my bed….was I *that* uncooperative last night?

Kurt
You refused to keep your clothes on in the living room, sang 'Drunk In Love' at the top of your lungs REPEATEDLY, and tried to have phone sex THROUGH ME when I called Santana to find out when she'd be home to deal with you.

Kurt
Yes, you were *that* uncooperative. The sugar cubes were her idea.

Rachel huffs when she reads the text and half sits up with the intention of shoving Santana, breathing deeply in sleep next to her, out of the bed. She's laying back down instantly, groaning at the answering throb in her skull from the surge in her blood pressure.

She's not sure if Kurt is in his room on the other side of the loft or not, but she isn't really feeling up to walking at the moment, even if she did feel like checking (she doesn't). When she does eventually work up the effort to get out of bed, it will be to empty her protesting bladder and not to check on Kurt's whereabouts. It was a half-assed attempt to at least roll her hungover body onto its side that made her notice the sugar cubes in the first place.

Her pride was wounded enough at the thought of being led around like a horse to text Kurt about it, but it sounds like she was maybe a handful last night and should perhaps reevaluate her right to offense.

Rachel didn't even mean to get so drunk. She'd met up with Cassie for a catch-up since it'd been almost a year since they'd seen each other, and every time she went out with the woman she ended up tipsy and she knew that. But somehow the challenge in that striking green gaze with each offered shot of Patron was something Rachel just couldn't back down from, she never could. And it always ended out with her completely drunk from trying to keep up, with the disconcerting confidence that the laughter from the other woman was only partially fond, and maybe more than a little mean. It was Cassie's way, after all.

Santana snuffles in her sleep and shifts, rolling over to drowsily wrap long limbs around Rachel's frame and bury her nose in the hair at the back of Rachel's neck.

"Whad'er y'doin?" is huffed into Rachel's skin and she smiles at the feeling. Squinting one eye, Rachel taps out a response and sets her phone back on the side table, snuggling deeper into the warm naked body pressed against her back.

You
I'm sorry I was difficult. Thank you for taking care of me, Kurt. I owe you a lunch! Later. When food is something I can think about again. ;)

Her phone buzzes with his reply and Santana growls faintly. Rachel doesn't bother reaching for it. It and Kurt will still be there when she wakes up later, hopefully feeling less like death in last night's dress.

Kurt
Consider us even for Naughty Santa.