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Warning: Drug use and sex
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Santana turned the coffee machine on as she checked her phone. She went back over the texts that Quinn had sent her last night. She made sure that Quinn texted her when she got there, when she was on a break and on the way home. She wanted to double check that Quinn was safe at all times. This girl was basically her sister after her family took Quinn in back in high school. Her own family didn't give a shit about her and the Lopez's were all she had. So she'd be damned if anything happened to that girl now.
Speaking on the Fabray devil, Quinn walked into the kitchen and poured out two mugs of coffee, handing one to Santana with a kiss on her cheek. She sat down at the table and put her head in her hands.
"You look like shit. How was it? Were they nice to you? Or do I have to go kick some ass?" Santana so eloquently put. She came and sat down opposite the girl and waited for a response.
Quinn looked up at the Latina and smile softly at her protective tone. "It was fine San, great even. The people were nice; the boss was a little flirty but quite charming. The tips were great as well. I work in one of the calmer rooms so it's not that bad. The two people I work with are quite…in your face but nothing I can't handle"
Santana nodded, glad that Quinn seemed to enjoy herself.
"Oh, you should've seen the basement room. Holy lord, it was crazy. This bartender got a girl up on the bar and poured her naked chest with alcohol. Then, sucked it all off, like, everywhere." Quinn's arms were going haywire, trying to convey how crazy the scene was,
"Wow Q, it must've been wild if you're using blasphemy like that. Lord save your soul." Santana chuckled as she crossed her heart. "Seriously though, that does sound kind of wild, maybe I should come check it out." She wiggled her eyebrows as Quinn raised her eyebrows pointedly.
"As long as I don't have to look after your drunken ass again. I mean San; I just can't carry you home with pee running down your leg again. Have some self-respect. Also, there's a party at my boss' house tonight, all the staff are coming, and he seemed really keen for me to come, so I said you'll be there too." Quinn rushed out the last part as she ran out of the room to get ready.
Santana raced after her "We said we would never mention that again Lucy Q! And thanks for volunteering me bitch; you don't even know if I have any plans!"
"Do you?" Quinn yelled back
"…Well no. But you didn't know that!" Santana stopped as Quinn's door slammed in her face; all she heard was cackling and smiled to herself, before hopping in the shower and getting ready for class.
Brittany groaned as she rolled over, she was on a bed. Like a real one instead of the sofa bed she lived on at Puck and Finn's apartment. She looked around the room, a poster of a half-naked woman stared back at her. So she was in Puck's bed. She checked under the covers, fully dressed. So she didn't sleep with him then. She rarely did anymore, only when they really needed to shag and they couldn't be bothered to spend the night flirting and giving out free drinks. She slept with Finn even less, especially after the great mustard incident a year ago. She shuddered at the thought and rolled over.
Puck was snoring lightly, his mouth hanging open. Brittany rolled her eyes at the dopey look on his face and kissed his forehead. She got out of bed and went into the kitchen. She made herself some coffee and went to the tin at the back of the cupboard.
She took everything out into the living room and tapped Finn on the back of the head, he leaned back and she kissed his forehead. She motioned for him to come out onto the small balcony they had. They both slid out of the window and sat on the garden chairs.
Brittany started to roll up the weed that she kept in the tin, making a large joint. Amsterdam style. Fuck yeah to her Dutch genes. At that moment, Puck came out and fist bumped Finn. He sat next to them and lit the joint resting in Brittany's mouth. She took a hit and let the good times roll.
They sat there for twenty minutes in silence, as they passed the joint around, taking hits. At that moment, Finn started giggling and clapping his hands like a seal. Puck and Brittany looked at each other with amused glances across their face before they too burst out into laughter. Tears were rolling down her face as she clutched her sides. It was hilarious. She wasn't sure what 'it' was. But she knew it was fucking funny.
They sat there for the next two hours, watching the world around them spin, watching the people on the sidewalks and the cars on the road. They talked about everything and anything. Things they wish for, happy memories from the club. It was these times, with her friends, smoking and chilling that Brittany felt like everything was okay. She loved her job, she loved her friends. But then the high would wear off. And she was back, remembering why she smoked and snorted and fucked in the first place.
At that the doorbell rang, and Brittany jumped up to get it. She opened the door and groaned loudly in the face of the girl standing there, in all her four foot glory.
"Rachel, sup?"
"Hello Brittany, how are you. Nothing much is up. I just came to see Finn. We were going to relax here for a while and then go and get some alcoholic beverages for the party tonight." Rachel rattled on.
Brittany decided to have some fun with the girl. It wasn't that she disliked her; in fact she secretly enjoyed the amusing ramblings. Sometimes. It was more the fact that Rachel Berry was just too easy to wind up.
"What's the password Rach?" Brittany asked, cocking an eyebrow and crossing her arms, she blocked the doorway so Rachel couldn't walk past.
Rachel looked at her stunned, she stuttered for a second before disbelief crossed her face. "Is this a joke?"
Brittany shook her head, inside she was laughing manically but she steeled herself. "No joke, no password, no entry I'm afraid."
"But...I…Wha? FINN!" Rachel bellowed out. Brittany held her ears and groaned.
"Jesus Christ, come in before the damn neighbours complain. God almighty did you swallow a microphone? Ugh" She stepped and allowed Rachel past, marching to Finn's room as the boy was stumbling out.
"Good one baby B." Puck fist bumped Brittany as she came to sit on the couch. Puck and Finn's apartment was a modest, two bedroom abode. The view was good and there were two bathrooms. They made good money from the club but when they bought the place, they didn't have Brittany as a third roommate. Once she moved in, they offered to move, but she decided to sleep on the pull out couch so the rent was cheaper. She didn't really care where she slept; she crashed all over and always went back to someone else's when she got lucky.
"So, was it your genius idea to let Hudson and Berry get the drinks for tonight? I mean really, this girl thought wine coolers were the devil's juice." Brittany asked Puck, he looked at her and laughed at the memory.
"I've given them a list. We got this mama. You spoke to Hunter? Ain't really a party without the blizzard." Puck looked at Brittany. He only did blow occasionally, not like Brittany, his drug was weed. That shit never hurt nobody.
He tried getting Brittany to cut back, but from past experiences with his deadbeat dad, he knew that you couldn't help someone who didn't want it. And Brittany Pierce didn't have an incentive to stop. He knew she would do it tonight anyway so he'd rather do it with her, at least he could control the amount. He had honestly researched so many different types of help she could get but when he gave her all those leaflets she didn't speak to him for a week and told him to suck her dick. So safe to say she didn't take his advice. Wouldn't stop him from trying again later though.
"Yeah, I'm going to see him in an hour, why are you looking at me like that?" Brittany saw how Puck was giving her some weird puppy dog eyes. Was he still high?
"I just worry about you sometimes. I wish, I don't know, that you would just maybe cut the coke out of your life." Oh boy, here we go. Why did he say that? He wanted to slap himself upside the head right now.
"You literally just asked me if we were getting some. What the fuck Noah? And I'm fine, I'm not some fucking idiot who snorts a kilo a day. Just some here and there. I pay my bills and my rent on time. It's my money. I'm not some addict or anything. Fuck you." Noah tried interjecting at various points in her speech. Now she had finished he took his chance.
"No, I know Brittany, I only asked that because I knew if I didn't, you'd do some in the bathroom anyway, at least this way we can all make sure we just have enough for a good time. Look, whether you're an addict or not is something only you can really say, shit, I don't know I'm not good at this stuff. What I'm saying is, maybe, ugh I don't know okay?" Puck finished his ramblings. He just wanted her to admit she had a problem and get help. It never works like that though, she wasn't willing to help herself so he just had to make sure she was a safe as can be. God damn this beautiful, angelic bitch. He loved her so much.
"I get it okay Puck, but I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I'm going to get some real coffee, and then I'll meet Hunter. I'll be back for the party. Don't let Berry get wine coolers. Or I'll kick both your asses." She got up, shrugged her leather jacket on and left the apartment.
Puck sighed and threw himself back on the couch.
"Fuck."
"How do I look Q. Be honest on a scale from volcanic lava to the fiery pits of hell." Santana smirked as she looked back at her friend. She was wearing a tight fitting, black dress that came to her mid-thigh. Showing ample cleavage, she wanted to let the girls breathe a little, so sue her.
"As cold as your heart, bitch." Quinn teased. They came to the apartment door where the party was meant to be, they could hear the low bass resonate through the walls so guessed this was the right place.
Quinn knocked and waited for an answer. Puck opened the door and smiled at Quinn before roaming his eyes over Santana.
"Those aren't my eyes dick." Santana glared at Puck. He shrugged and let them in, offering to take their coats to the bedroom.
They analysed the scene in front of them. Quinn recognised some of her colleagues from her first day. The girl called Rachel was hanging off who she believed to be co-owner Finn. She was clearly inebriated and kept trying to climb him like a tree. She saw Kurt and a boy with gelled hair dancing around to the music whilst Tina, Mike and Artie the resident DJ were playing a lopsided game of Beer Pong. She hardly recognised anyone else but the apartment was pretty packed with people.
She and Santana walked over to the drinks table and mixed a strong vodka mixer. They wanted to be buzzed enough that they could make the rounds without it being awkward.
Puck sailed up to Brittany, who was coming out of his room. She had just finished getting ready, deciding to wear jean shorts, suspenders and a white shirt, with none of the buttons done up of course.
"Britt, Britt, Britt. Holy mother of Buddha, Jesus and Allah." Puck grabbed Brittany's arm and stealthy peered around the corner into the main living room area.
"Yes Puck, any reason you're manhandling a defenceless young lady? And shame on you for your dirty mouth." Brittany joked whilst shrugging off Puck's hands.
"That Quinn Fabray girl is here, and she bought her friend. Who bought two of her own friends tonight if ya get what I mean" Puck furiously winked at Brittany.
Brittany chuckled at her friend's antics. "Yeah I get what you mean Puck. Which one is she?"
Puck pointed out the Latina in the tight dress. Brittany's eyes popped out of her head as she roamed the hot girl's body. She felt like she was drooling. Was she drooling? Okay game plan, be cool Pierce. Be cool. You got this.
Brittany swaggered into the room, most people turned their heads, some people called her out. Yep, motherfucking boss right here. She walked up to the crowd in the middle of the room, fist bumping and laughing with them. That's right, she's Brittany S Pierce, life and soul of any party. She is the party. The party is her.
"Hey Brittany, can I get you a drink?" Candice, an attractive, girl sidled up to her. Brittany had gone down on her before, maybe. Did she? Anyway that hot girl was by the table so no thank you Candice, Brittany Pierce will get her own drink. She walked past Kurt and told him to go up to Quinn and talk to her. He of course questions why, but she threatens to swap his lotion for something a lot worse and he squealed whilst running up to the Triangle newbie.
Target acquired, lock and load Brittany. God she's got to stop talking to herself in her head. What a douchebag.
She walks up to Santana and casually poured herself a healthy glass of vodka with vodka. She swallowed half and nearly gags and how strong that is. Discreetly pouring a large dose of lemonade into the glass, she turns and eyes the girl.
"Hello, you must be Quinn's friend, she mentioned that she was coming with a plus one tonight. I'm Brittany, Finn, Puck and I live here. They're the co-owners. Did you want another drink, making them is kind of my speciality." Okay Pierce, nice wholesome conversation, get her name. Don't make the Brazilian drink and bring the classy mood to a new low.
Santana turned and listened to this Blonde girl, Brittany, wearing probably the cutest outfit she had ever seen witter on. She seemed nice enough, and Jesus her body was god honest perfection. Those Abs. Mhmm Honey.
"Santana, nice to meet you Brittany," Santana gave a flirty wink, might as well get something out of the night, this girl though. Her eyes. "Yeah a drink would be nice, thanks."
Brittany nodded and made a colourful cocktail, sliding it over to Santana.
"Thanks, what is it?" Santana lifted the glass and sniffed, the drink was purple and then at the bottom blended into blue. Pretty fucking cool.
"Now, now Santana. Where's the fun in that? You're gonna have to drink my juice before I let you in on my secrets"
Well okay then, Santana thought as she drunk. Ooh yeah, that girl's juice was good. Drink. That girl made good drinks. She corrected herself, in her head.
"Purple rain!" Brittany burst out. Losing some coolness points along the way. Way to go Britt!
Santana chuckled as she downed the drink, this Brittany Pierce was pretty fucking adorable. And hot. And well, beautiful too.
Brittany made Santana one more drink, and one for herself, before she led the Latina over to the couch area. Puck and Quinn were in a world of their own, conversing about God knows what. Finn was holding a clearly 'smashed out of her head' Rachel, whilst Sam and Mercedes giggled into each other's ears. Gross.
"So, Santana, can I call your parents real quick?" Santana had a confused look on her face from at the Blonde's request and asked why she would want to do that.
Brittany's face split into a grin at the Latina falling into her trap "So I can congratulate them on their gene pool."
Santana's face blanked for all of two seconds before laughing at Brittany. "Oh Brittany, no that was so bad! Please, I can't. That was the worst pick up line I've ever heard!" Santana made to get up.
"Okay, okay I apologise from the bottom of my heart. I just had to let you know I think you're beautiful without being all weird about it with some heartfelt confession. That was pretty bad though! Although, being bad at pickup lines isn't something to be upset over really." Brittany grabbed Santana by the waist, pulling her into her lap. She circled her arms around the smaller girl.
Damn, she fell right for that one. She had Santana in her arms and let her know she was interested whilst making her laugh. She needed to use the bad pick up line more often.
Santana relaxed at Brittany's sweet words. She was charmed that was for sure. She sat back into Brittany, the alcohol having some effect as she loosened up.
"Thank you Brittany, you know you're quite adorable. Especially how you're blushing right now" Santana whispered into the bartender's ear. Brittany blushed but covered it up by scoffing.
"Adorable? Oh no Santana. I'm sexy and hot and sexy." Brittany listed off, getting distracted by the girl's breathing, so close to her face.
"Mhmm, you're certainly all those things too," Santana husked. God that drink was strong, she's already played all her cards.
Luckily, at that moment, Rachel, seemingly back from the dead, jumped off from Finn where she was dozing and yelled out "BODY SHOTS!"
Everybody cheered as they made their way to the drinks table. Brittany and the rest of the smaller group gathered round, getting out the bottles that they had hidden earlier. Yeah they were cheap like that, so what?
"Is everybody in here part of the club? There are a lot of people here tonight." Quinn asked. Puck had his arm draped around her shoulders. Brittany gave him a subtle wink whilst Mercedes's explained that some were but most were just random friends and people who had heard of the party from others.
Brittany grabbed a tequila bottle and held it up to Santana "This okay for you miss…"
"Lopez" Santana finished Brittany's open ended question "And yeah, tequila's my poison. Let's see what you got Pierce." Santana winked at the girl and a jolt of heat went straight to Brittany's core. Oh god, what a sticky situation.
Everybody was miraculously paired off already as they grabbed different drinks. Some people went to town straight away, sucking and licking necks and stomachs whilst others were more refined. Puck licked Quinn's hand whilst Brittany smirked at him and twisted Santana so she had access to her delicious, caramel neck.
She dragged her nose up and down the expanse as Santana quivered. Around her earlobe and she gently nibbled on it, behind her ear, down to her pulse point and back. Santana was shaking with so much arousal. Brittany poked her tongue out and licked the smooth skin. She had to admit, Santana tasted mighty fucking good. She poured the shot down Santana's neck as it trickled under her dress. Brittany tried so hard to focus but she couldn't help but peak at the trail it had left.
She grabbed the Latina's chin gently and looked into her eyes. She gave a slow, sultry wink and before Santana could really prepare herself, slid her tongue up and down and around, lapping all of the tequila up. Santana moaned, probably too loudly as Brittany absolutely destroyed her neck, sucking and gently biting. Her hand was creeping lower, nearly disappearing under her own dress, then she realised she was still in public and didn't want to give everyone a free show.
Brittany smacked her lips and looked at Santana through hooded eyelids. A slow smirk adorned her face.
That was it, Santana thought, she was so done for. Her panties were already ruined, her neck was completely violated and now this cocky yet charming woman was making her thighs shake. Brittany understood completely what Santana was pleading for with her eyes. She wrapped the Latina's legs around her body and hoisted them both up. She walked towards Finn's room, ignoring the protests from said boy and the cheers from Sam and Mercedes.
She slammed the door with her foot and deposited Santana on the bed. If she thought she was successful in charming Santana out there, she knew that in here, this was where Brittany could really work her magic.
She ran her hands up and down the Latina's thighs, tickling the inside of them and Santana tried to trap her hands and get some friction. Brittany lifted the dress slowly up the girl's body. Revealing more skin as she went. She got to the bottom of the girl's tits before leaving the dress there. Her abs were insane, and her thong was barely covering anything. Brittany looked at Santana and licked her lips. The smaller girl moaned and closed her eyes slightly.
Brittany's thumbs worked the underside of the girl's boobs around the curve and back.
"Brittany, please, do…do something. More, please." Santana begged. Well Brittany could not argue with that direction. She lifted the dress completely off the girl and slid her thong down. Her eyes landed on her chest.
My, oh my.
She thumbed the nipples gently at first, and then harder when Santana arched her back. Aching for more contact. She slowly lent down and sucked the first one into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around. She went to the second one and paid it just as much attention. She wanted to move to Santana's chest. Was that possible? Hell, she'd make it work.
Her hands slowly slid down the girl's body, savouring every inch of skin, knowing this would drive her crazy. She teased her hand where she knew the girl would want it most. But one look into the girl's eyes and she knew she had to start the pleasure.
She twisted and flicked and curled. Santana was practically screaming her name whilst Brittany whispered encouraging words in the girl's ear, stopping to suckle on the girls glorious tits and back to her ear again. When she felt the Latina's walls slowly pulling Brittany's fingers in further, she moved her head down and took the girl's clit, which peaked out of its hood, into her mouth. On the count of three she simultaneously sucked whilst curling her fingers into the girl.
Santana's walls contracted so violently, Brittany thought her fingers were going to be sucked away. It pulsated and contracted and Brittany thought she had died and gone to heaven. Funnily enough, Santana was thinking the exact same thing as she sent out a silent scream. She couldn't even muster the energy to talk. All she could do was whimper and she rode out her orgasm.
Brittany came back up when Santana released her fingers and made sure the girls was watching before she slowly sucked on them. She then bent down and whispered into her ear "Damn Santana, your juice tastes just as good as mine."
Santana was so done.
Brittany laid next to the girl as she recovered. It felt like forever until Santana moved again, she made to stroke Brittany's stomach, but Brittany caught her hand, stopping her exploration.
"This was all for you Santana, don't worry about me" Brittany turned and got up off the bed. Santana furrowed her brows and looked at the girl, a little upset she couldn't reciprocate.
"But, what if I don't mind. I want to make you feel good."
"You did," Brittany assured "but, it's fine really. I'm just going to pop to the toilet real quick, I'll see you back out there. Okay, I'll be two secs."
"Okay…" Santana sighed out.
With that, Brittany exited the room and walked down the corridor. She shut her eyes tightly as she entered the bathroom and closed the toilet lid. She just couldn't let Santana see her that way. She didn't want anybody to see her so vulnerable and exposed.
And anyway, she didn't deserve someone to waste their time on her. She was not worth it.
She opened her eyes as she grabbed the bag taped to the back of the toilet. She had taped it earlier, knowing the other guests wouldn't look here. She and Puck had vacuumed a line up earlier, but she just needed a bit extra. It hadn't worked as well as it usually did so she upped the amount.
The earlier conversation with Puck also played in her mind. It was nice that he was concerned, but he couldn't do anything for her. Couldn't force her to do anything. And really she was fine. She didn't need this stuff, she just liked how it made her feel. Made her forget. Fucking Puck.
She closed her mind off to the rushing thoughts swirling around, something she had mastered these past two and a half years and snorted the two lines she had laid out. It overloaded her senses and she gasped. Oh yeah here we go she thought as her heart started thrumming in her chest. She wanted to run up the walls and fly off the building. She felt invincible. She felt fucking fantastic.
She waited in the bathroom for a few minutes for the intense feelings to drop slightly before she turned and re-joined the party. She sought out the dark headed beauty she just thoroughly fucked in Finn's room but couldn't see her. She walked over to the couch and was about to sit next to Finn and Rachel, until she saw them latch onto each other. No thank you, she was going to steer clear of that hot mess. She felt hands slide around her waist and a kiss pressed against her cheek. She smirked and turned around.
Santana grinned shyly at her "Me and Quinn are leaving; I just wanted to say bye and thanks, for the, you know" Santana blushed and rolled her eyes at her own embarrassment.
Brittany smiled at how cute Santana was being; she poked one of her dimples and ghosted her lips against the Latina's cheek, "It was my pleasure, come again soon." Brittany winked and slid her hand over Santana's ass.
Santana grinned at the girl's joke and grabbed her jacket. She and Quinn walked to the front door, she turned once more and saw those blue eyes following her, she turned back and left the apartment. Her face was aching from the smile she had across her face.
Brittany smirked as she thought back to what went down in Finn's room. Or who went down. She snorted at her own joke and made her way to the dance floor. Ready to finish the night off well.