It was 2 in the afternoon. The sun was shinning so bright. The sky was so blue. The clouds were so white. And, what Santana paid attention to the most, Brittany was so sad. Usually she would cheer up when they were up there, she would drink and have fun with the rest of us. This time, she was quiet, lost somewhere deep in her thoughts.

I can't stand to watch her like that. I have to do something. But what? She's still in love with stupid Artie. And he's such a jerk!

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yeah.."
"Why aren't you drinking?"

"I'm not in the mood. I don't actually want to get drunk today. I'm not in the mood."
"I doubt it that you'll stay sober. You'll get thirsty soon and you know we don't have any non-alcoholic drinks."

Brittany just shrugged and looked into the distance. She stayed like this for half an hour.

"Come on Brittany, don't be such a party breaker. Santana can't relax and have fun with us because of you." Puck yelled at Brittany.

I wanted to yell back at him but I saw Brittany turned around and started speaking something.

"Oh Puck shut up. You want Santana to relax and drink so that maybe she'd have sex with you later."
"Exactly. And you're ruining it for me!" he continued yelling.
I was completely shocked.
Brittany picked her stuff and walked away.
"Puck you're fucking asshole. Leave Brittany alone. And I'm never having sex with you again. I'd rather listen to Rachel talk about Broadway and Finn for a week!"
"Hey what did I do now?" Rachel spoke, angry at me.
"Oh shut up, this is not about you!" I said, picked up my stuff and ran after Brittany.

"Brittany! Wait."
Brittany stopped. She didn't even turn around. She just stood there until I came to her.
"Puck's a jerk." I said and gave her a hug. "Come on, let's go buy some juice for you and find some nice, quiet place."

"That sounds perfect." she smiled.

There we were. Holding hands while walking to the town. It didn't feel strange, though this was out first handholding. I can't say I didn't feel anything more than just friendship in that moment, but I didn't know what this feeling exactly was.

"You know what? I changed my mind. I will get drunk today. I don't care anymore. I want to get drunk." Brittany interrupted my thoughts.

"Oh, okay. Whatever you want. We can get drunk together."

"Let's just buy a lot of vodka and get wasted."
"Okay. Sure."

I knew about this small grocery shop where they always sold us alcohol. We were aware of the fact that it's illegal but saleswomen were really nice, and they just asked us to hide bottles in our bags after we'd bought them. So I took Brittany there and we bought booze.

We found this little park where no one ever went, so we could be alone. She wanted us to be alone. She couldn't stand the thought of being around a lot of people in that moment. I was okay with that. All I wanted was to cheer her up.
We sat there for hours. Drinking, listening to music, talking about movies and a lot of random stuff. It was nice. I missed her. Last few months were kind of hard for me. We got really close and than she started dating that asshole Artie. The hardest part was watching her unhappy, when I knew that she could be happy with me. I mean, not in a relationship or something, just spending time with me. Like now. She seems so happy right now.

"This is nice. We should do it again sometime." I said.
"It really is. We can do it again next Friday. No! We can do it every Friday, it's summer now! It's gonna be so awesome." Okay, she was already drunk.

"Sure, we can. It's gonna be the best summer ever."
She stared at me, so I looked at her. She smiled, and then she kissed me. On the lips. I kissed her back. It felt so right. It was probably the best kissed I've ever experienced until then. She moved her lips away from mine, but I put my hand around her neck and moved them back on mine. This time, I kissed her with tongue.
Anyway, we made out a lot that night. Probably because we were wasted. Honestly I don't even remember the whole night. I have no idea how and when I got home.
I was really confused and scared the next day. I talked to Brittany but we didn't mention the making out parts. We just concluded it was fun and we made plans for next Friday; drinking.