A series of random drabbles based around prompts taken from Texts From Last Night. I've wanted to write a story like this for a while, but I told myself to finish all my other stories first. This is mainly a funny story, but there will be relationship stuff in this :) Especially Puckleberry and Samtana, two of my favorite couples :D
Oh and this is completely non-canon, although I suppose it could be canon from before Rachel goes to NYADA, cuz there's none of that in this. Rachel, Mike, and Brittany go to Juilliard while the others go to NYU, although it'll become clearer as the story proceeds.
Disclaimer: It's not mine.
Bzzzt! Bzzzt! The vibration of her phone woke Santana up. Groggily, she groped around attempting to find the damn thing. Once her hand finally found the cold object, she grasped it and brought it up to her face. All of this without opening her eyes. She wearily opened her eyes, flinching at the bright sunlight.
She opened the text message, blinking her eyes to get used to the damn sun.
I went in to wake you up this morning and you had a condom draped across your throat like a necklace. There were no boys in the house last night, what were you doing? –Rach
Santana groaned, trying to remember. There were flashes of…skinny-dipping? She had gone to the club the night before with Sam, but where was he? And how the fuck had she gotten back to the apartment?
She shook her head, clearing her brain, then immediately remembered that head shaking while hung over equaled a very bad idea. Grumbling, she got up and made her way to the shower. Looking down over her body, she noticed that she wasn't wearing pants. And her shirt looked like it belonged to a guy.
She decided to text Rachel back after realizing that the crazy midget was probably worrying.
I feel like I was dropped out of a helicopter. Through the propeller. –San
She turned on the hot water and slowly entered the shower. Once she finished, she finally got the courage to check the time. Eleven in the morning, not too bad.
So, you planning on making it to class today? –Rach
"Oh, fuck!" Santana swore. Suddenly she had the motivation to actually move fast. She threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, pulled her hair into a ponytail, and ran out of the apartment, cussing the whole time.
She managed to get to her classroom in NYU about five minutes before class started. She collapsed in her seat and slumped over on the next.
"Hey Santana! How's your day going?" a chirpy voice roused her from her misery. She raised her head a fraction and glared at the person, who looked abashed.
"Welcome class!" the professor boomed, making Santana wince, "Today, we are going to be watching a movie to study how American media has influenced other media!"
Suddenly the loud Bollywood movie music started, making Santana jump halfway out of her seat and reminding her just how hung over she was. She pulled out her phone to text her best friend.
Holy fucking shit the worst thing for a hangover ever—A FUCKING BOLLYWOOD MOVIE BLARING IN CLASS –Santana
Aw poor baby :( does little Sanny need a hug? –Trouty Mouth
Shut up you little fucker. Where'd you disappear to last night anyways? –Santana
I don't know. I just thought I'd put my drinks in my bag and go on and adventure. Like a drunk Bilbo Baggins. –Trouty Mouth
So where the hell did you wake up? –Santana
On the floor of the living room. I was covered in glitter too, so I don't know how my adventure went. –Trouty Mouth
HAHAHAHAHA! Somehow I managed to wake up in my own bed, no idea how. –Santana
That would be because I carried you there you lazy ass! –Trouty Mouth
Oh, well thank you Trouty Mouth, how gentlemanly. –Santana
Shut up Satan, I can taste your sarcasm from here. And I'm halfway across campus. –Trouty Mouth
Yeah, you have that one psych class with Puck right now. Don't you have that final project due? –Santana
No, he just assigned it. For our final psych experiment, we're conditioning Mike to hump the nearest inanimate object and/or person every time he hears a Ke$ha song – Trouty Mouth
HAHAHAHAHA that's fucking perfect! Although, I'm not sure Tina would like it, but who cares? –Santana
Shit, gotta put the phone away, damn professor's getting suspicious. The fucker has like this sixth sense for when people are texting in class. –Trouty Mouth
Fine. Little fucker. Guess I'll find someone else to bother. See if I care. –Santana
Love you too Santana! –Trouty Mouth
Santana frowned. The stupid movie was still playing and she couldn't text Sam anymore. Or Puck, because he had the same class as Sam. Although, Puck was taking the class for fun, while Sam needed it for his major.
Oh well, she decided, nap time for Santana. And with that, she dropped off to sleep.
That's Chapter 1! I hope you laughed :) I know I did while finding these prompts.
Prompts Used (I changed some of the names to make it work):
I went in to wake you up this morning and you had a condom draped across your throat like a necklace. There were no boys in the house last night, what were you doing? (309)
Holy fucking shit the worst thing for a hangover ever—A FUCKING BOLLYWOOD MOVIE BLARING IN CLASS (306)
I don't know. I just thought I'd put my drinks in my bag and go on an adventure. Like a drunk Bilbo Baggins. (+61)
For your final psych experiment, we're conditioning Tim to hump the nearest inanimate object and/or person every time he hears a Ke$ha song. (417)
Thanks!