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Summary: Santana and Quinn are best friends. When Santana drinks she lets her guard down more and has tendencies to drunk dial/drunk text Quinn and just be more open and honest with her. My inspiration for this is Give Me Love- Ed Sheeran and the song will be included at some point. (Rated M for freedom to go wherever)

A/N 1: I've had Give Me Love on repeat for days and decided to do a FF based on it. If you're interested in it maybe give the song a listen and see where this has the potential to go.

A/N 2: Please fave/follow/review and to those who aren't already reading my other stories please have a look. To those who are; thank you so much, the response has made my head grow 3 sizes haha xx

09:07 AM

You have a new text

Sent At 02:24 AM

From S x:

I Miss You

Yeah, don't get the wrong idea. Santana always has been an emotional drunk. Whilst it might not sound all that emotional; from Santana this sure was. I'm pretty sure the last time I saw her at the party; her mascara was more than a little smudged.

I didn't have a chance to say goodbye last night. Finn dragged me out the door, telling me a cab was waiting. I should have expected as much. He told me his mom was away for the night about five times on the drive over to the party.

This isn't the first text she sent, but this one I've only just read. The first one, I saw on the cab ride back to Finn's. You didn't say goodbye

If I didn't know Santana better or should I say drunk Santana; I would be worried out of my head about how to apologise for not replying. But I do know her and trust me; she can take the smallest things to heart once she's necked a few tequilas. Somehow though, she never seems to care the next day. It's like she doesn't remember saying anything; be it via phone, text or straight up talking to me.

I've learnt to take it with a pinch of salt. I mean if the things she said were that important to her or even true for that matter; surely the next morning she'd be angrier? Sadder? She'd say something, not act like it never happened. Right?

Every time she drinks it's the same. She gets all emotional; telling me I'm such a good friend and how she feels like she's known me her whole life. She lets me in more when she's drinking. When she's sober she kind of keeps her distance; she's still a great friend and everything in fact when it's just us she's closer. I just feel like when she's drinking, she's a lot more relaxed; she doesn't mind letting her guard down in front of our friends.

We hadn't agreed on any sleeping arrangements for after the party but it was usually a given that Santana and I would go home together; it's just what we do. So when Finn pulled me out of the door like his life depended on it; whilst I wasn't all that shocked, I still hadn't really come around to the idea. Other than how I felt about what leaving with him meant for me; I felt pangs of guilt in my stomach, I was leaving Santana on her own for the first time since we began this tradition. My eyes scoured the room for her whilst he pulled me through the house, not once asking for confirmation that I even wanted to leave. When I couldn't find her, I relented to telling Brittany to pass on a message for me.

I expected that text in the cab. I don't know how I would have felt if she hadn't sent it. Worried? Anxious? Jealous? Unimportant? The message told me she'd noticed my lack of presence and didn't like it.

The one she sent an hour later told me she wished I hadn't left, she wanted me to be there with her. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the same.

That one had been sent from the comfort of her bed. I know that because I know Santana. Her last text is always once she's tucked into bed; about to go to sleep. Even if she drunk dials; I still get a goodnight text. It's nice. I can't explain how amazing it feels to have someone.. I don't even know what to call it.

I know I can rely on her. She'll always be there; because she wants to be. She notices everything about me; if I'm uncomfortable, unwell, need space, need to talk to her. It's an incredible feeling to have someone that knows you so well and is willing to be there for you, no matter what. Even if she can be closed of sometimes when she's sober; after a few drinks she more than makes up for it.

I wish I'd given Finn an excuse, some line that meant I could just stay and do my usual end of party routine. These times I share with Santana are pretty precious. Despite the fact there's a party almost every weekend, the ratio of closed off, sober Santana to cuddly, emotionally available, tipsy Santana is ridiculous. It's kind of sick that I almost prefer Santana after a couple of tequilas but to be perfectly honest; if you were in my shoes you would totally agree with me. If Santana is amazing on a normal day-to-day basis; throw in her adorable cuddliness, her ability to tell me what's on her mind (not in the 'I'm not insulting you; I'm just being honest about how much you suck' kind of way) and her willingness to not only be there for me completely but to show me how much she needs me there for her too.

Santana doesn't do vulnerability; not by a long shot. But somehow, if you combine Santana, tequila and her phone; she'll show me just how much she needs me, without fear of the consequences. I love that she can show me that side of her, even if only after drinking; it's still only me that she wants to be that way with.

Last night was such a waste. I could have been enjoying Santana's softer side, giggling non-stop when one of us tripped up her stairs and fallen asleep with one of her amazing cuddles. I know how ridiculous that sounds but honestly; her cuddles should be given out on prescription, they could cure depression worldwide. I only get those cuddles with tipsy Tana so I like to make the most of them.

Instead I was stuck in Finn's disgusting bedroom which smelt of man sweat, being uncomfortably groped whilst he dry-humped my leg and then lay awake, staring at my phone; which I couldn't reach because the stupid giant was practically asleep on top of me.

I can say without a blink of an eye; I would have given anything to go back and stay with Santana.

A/N 3: This is short but I just wanted to give a taster, let me know if you think it's worth pursuing, hope you enjoyed it!

A/N 4: I am still writing my other fics but I like to have a few at the same time so I can update relating to my mood plus if I get writers block on one I can still find inspiration for another. XX