A/N: Hey you guys thanks so much for the kind reviews! This was just a whim story so I really didn't think anyone would want to read it. This chapter is based off of the sneak peak for Blame it on the Alcohol, so if you don't want to be spoiled kinda you might wanna wait until Wednesday to read it. It's really just a filler chapter until I get to the good stuff, although most of the things Britt and San do here actually happen. You could follow it in the video. I did that for laughs. Anywhoos, Hope you like it!


Brittany pulled out her phone and called the first person she could think of as she walked aimlessly through the halls of WMHS.

She was so used to having Santana to guide her that she had taken to just wandering instead of going to class. It's not like it really made a difference.

The bell signaling the end of 3rd period sounded as she pressed the second button on her speed dial, itching to relay the gossip she'd just heard.

"San!" The blonde had exclaimed when her friend picked up on the first ring. Brittany had been making a conscious effort to reconnect with the Latina lately, and she was pleased to see that Santana was all too willing to accommodate.

"Hey, B. What's up?" Santana questioned. She and Brittany had been calling each other more recently, but she was still not quite used to her being so excited to talk to her.

After that day in Brittany's bedroom, Santana had been scared that she would never be able to make her best friend that happy again.

Brittany rounded a corner and spotted Santana at her locker, skillfully replacing her books with one hand while holding the phone in the other.

"Nothing much… I just heard the weirdest thing. Rachel's having a house party this weekend," Brittany informed the girl as she approached Santana. The brunette scoffed loudly and slammed the door of her locker.

"Ugh, that sounds awful," Santana began and then backtracked to add, "Is anybody going?"

She couldn't fathom why someone of Rachel Berry's social status would ever think she could host a decent house party. Santana knew that she was probably right in assuming it would be a bust, but she didn't want to knock it until she was certain everyone agreed with her.

Now that they were off the Cheerios, her HBIC status was dangling by a thread.

Getting the crap kicked out of her by a rhino on the wrestling team was definitely not helping her maintain her image.

"Let me find out," Brittany whispered as she fell in step alongside her best friend, pressing the fourth button her speed dial to call her boyfriend.

She was walking so closely beside Santana that their shoulders and fingers were constantly brushing and bumping innocently.

The awkwardness between them had been palpable after their fight, but now that they had reconciled, Brittany was eager to re-establish the physical aspects of their relationship. Well, as much as she could all things considered.

"Did you hear?" Brittany blurted out immediately after Artie picked up, not allowing him the chance to greet her with his usual "Hey baby." Santana had been trying to support and accept her relationship with Artie; there was no need to test the girl's limits.

"Yes! Mercedes just told me," Artie answered. If he was at all taken aback by her directness, he didn't express it.

Brittany could hear Mercedes mutter something in the background, but she was too distracted by the finger that had just run a feather light path up the back of her left hand to pay attention. She chanced a quick glance at the Latina, who was currently looking straight ahead, an unreadable expression on her face.

Santana answered the fourth call buzzing in, and Brittany heard Mercedes' voice.

"You're going right?"

"Only if there's liquor, because a Rachel Berry party is not something I can do sober," Santana stated, glancing over at the blonde.

Panic shot through Brittany's system. She knew what Santana was like when she got drunk; all hands and tongues and no inhibitions.

Searching for any excuse in the book to deter the brunette, she settles on, "But its alcohol awareness week…"

It was a lame attempt at best, but Brittany was still reeling from the sudden jolt of intoxicated memories that were currently flooding her mind. It was terribly distracting…and hot. Oh so hot.

"Precisely. And I am aware of how much fun alcohol is," Santana counters, her gaze never leaving the blonde as she spoke, daring Brittany to argue further. The blonde could only smirk as more memories inundated her mind.

Yeah, alcohol was definitely fun, but Brittany wasn't sure if she could handle being around and a drunk Santana while she was still with Artie.

The situation sucked. It was going to be like going to Disneyland by yourself, having so much fun there, then going back later with someone else and being told you're not allowed to ride any of the rides. Santana was Disneyland to the blonde, and she was not pleased at the thought of having to stand behind the gate and watch the ride take off without her.

Satisfied that she had gotten her point across, Santana suggests, "Let's ask Puckerman," as she dials his number.

"Noah, its Santittany and Artcedes, can your friend score us some wine coolers?" the Latina questions, trying to ignore the incredulous look Brittany was shooting in her direction at her choice of introductory titles.

She knew that Brittany and Artie were still together, but she liked taking any and every opportunity (no matter how trivial) to point out that when it comes to Brittany, she should come first.

Brittany didn't hear much else of the conversation when the four phone call participants met in the hallway; she just knew that they had all decided to go to Rachel's that night for what was sure to be an eventful evening.

Santana could feel Brittany's gaze burning into her, and so she turned to her with a smug, suggestive smirk on her face. Neither girl noticed Artie eyeing them suspiciously.


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