Chapter 2
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As agreed, there was no techno music. However, the stereo blasted out heavy hip hop beats that gave Quinn a headache. Santana and her entered the frat house and were immediately greeted with a shot of tequila. It didn't take long for them to find their boyfriends. Puck and Finn were at the end of the beer pong table surrounded by sorority girls.
"Oh hell no." Santana stormed over to the table and pulled Puck away from the disappointed girls.
"Hey babe," Puck said a little too lazily, "'Bout time you got here. You wanna go up to my room." He said stepping into Santana. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. Quinn finally caught up to the Latina and handed her a drink. She looked at Puck and his lazy grin.
"Seriously, the party started like half an hour ago." Quinn said taking a sip of her drink. Santana rolled her eyes at the boy and looked at her cup.
"What is this?" She asked the girl. Quinn looked down at the cup and shrugged. They both take a sip from their cups.
"Hey, did you guys just get here? Finn asked walking over.
"Yeah, and Pucks already three sheets to the wind." She responded. She glanced at the boy who was now practically grinding on a very annoyed looking Santana.
"Yeah, we started the party a little early before everyone got here. We all had a couple of shots to get started." Finn said laughing at his friend. "You want another drink?" He practically yelled in her ear. It was hard to hear even with the boy standing right in front of her. Her cup was still full of the mystery liquid so she shook her head no. Santana walked over and shoved her empty cup into Finn's hand.
"Something a little less sweet, thanks." Finn took her cup and walked back towards the drinks.
"Ugh" Santana said as she looked over to see Puck talking to another girl. She shoved through the crowd, grabbed him by his ear, and pulled him away. Quinn looked on and laughed.
Quinn was tipsy, making it that much harder to haul the drunken Latina down the sidewalk. With Santana's dead weight on her shoulder, Quinn's legs finally gave out and they both went crashing into the grass. They had managed to walk halfway to their dorm, so Quinn decided to let them rest. Hopefully none of the people Santana yelled at as they walked from the frat house were following them.
Quinn sighed and lied back on the grass. Santana all but practically crawled on top of the blonde.
"Q, I'm horny," She slurred. Quinn quickly sat up, tossing the girl off her.
"Ow."
"Puck was basically having sex with you on the pool table. Why didn't you just sleep with him there?" She said looking around at the dark campus.
"Ugh," Santana said sitting up, "I'm tired of that right now." She sat in silence for a few seconds before speaking again. "We can do it again." She said picking at the now very interesting grass.
"We were drunk Santana." Quinn said looking around making sure no one was around to hear. "We can't just do it whenever you're not in the mood for Puck."
Before Santana could respond, they heard the sound of people approaching. They began scrambling to get up from the ground. With Quinn still a bit tipsy and Santana still a long way from sober, they tumbled right back to the ground.
"Are you two ok?" They heard a worried voice say. Quinn then felt hands on her helping her get up. She saw a blonde girl helping Santana get her footing as well.
"Yeah yeah, we're fine." Quinn said finally regaining her balance. "Thanks." Quinn watched as the girl got Santana up to a proper standing position. When the Latina looked up at the girl the blondes eyes went wide. She kept her hands on Santana and smiled brightly.
"Hi," The blonde girl said. "I'm Brittany." Santana looked at the girl like she was crazy and then glanced at Quinn who was smirking at the two.
"Santana." She said trying to shake Brittany's grip on her.
"Well we hope your ok. Do you need assistance back to your room?" Had she not have spoken, Quinn would have forgotten the other girl was standing there. Quinn looked down at the small brunette and forgot what she was going to say. Something inside of her jumped. She felt like an idiot just standing there staring at the girl. The small girl looked up at Quinn curiously, cleared her throat and stuck out her hand.
"Rachel Barbra Berry. It's nice to meet you." Quinn shook the girls hand and finally regained her ability to speak.
"Quinn Fabray." She said still holding the girls hand. They all stood there in awkward silence in the middle of the quiet campus. Quinn still holding Rachel's hand and Brittany still had her grip on Santana.
"Well, we should go." Rachel finally spoke up. "Come on Brit." She slipped her hand out of Quinn's and walked over to Brittany who hadn't yet taken her eyes off of the Latina.
"Bye." Brittany said waving back at Santana as Rachel pulled her away. Quinn was still standing there staring out after the girl long after she left. When she finally turned to Santana, she saw the girl had passed out again on the grass. Quinn rolled her eyes and began trying to drag the girl back towards the dorm.