AN: So chapter 1 didn't get any reviews, other then from the bestest friend in the whole world but I figured...well rather she threatened me too write chapter 2 and post it. For those who decide to give it a chance, after chapter 1 I'm sure your going to get very confused but all i can ask is that you stick with it, its a work in progress but eventually you will understand. Hitting the review button makes things easier. Thank you to Manda for pushing me for the past 4 days to get this finished, if you hadn't been sitting next to me the past couple of nights it would have without a doubt not have gotten done. :P Watching endless Glee marathons also help.

"Santana….Ana where are you?"

It was pouring rain, the bad type of rain that hit your skin like bullets and made you wish for shelter. It was bad rain yet she still walked along the numerous streets, dressed in nothing but her bathing suit, a hat that was meant for winter and a pair of lime green rain boots with little ducks on them. Most would say this was a typical Brittany move and they were probably right, but Ana had promised her she'd come over for a swim in the pool and she'd never showed up. It wasn't like her Ana not to show up, where could she be if she wasn't with her Marshmallow.

"Ana this isn't funny, this isn't Marco Polo….whoever the hell he is…..Ana!"

It was very rare to Santana and Brittany to be separated, the only time they ever were was when Ana explained to Brittany that they needed to be alone. Alone time that Puck insisted was just the two of them, which only confused the dimwitted blond even more. None of it made sense to her anymore; ever since their relationship took off Brittany found she spending more and more nights alone in a home that was more of a hell then it was a home.

"Now what in the hell are you doing in the street alone….in that…..attire?"

Brittany turned quickly, shocked to see a car right behind her. Kurt Hummel's care, Kurt's head sticking out of the driver's side window completely oblivious to the hard pellets of rain that were pouring down on him and his "perfect" haircut. Kurt and Brittany had never really gotten along, sure they had done the single ladies dance together and they'd even made out (before she'd known he was gay of course, or at least that's what she told herself). He simply mocked her ninety-nine percent of the time, she was usually the butt of his jokes until Santana intervened and made him apologize.

"Are you just going to stand out there in the pouring rain and freeze, or are you going to get in the car?"

Santana had told her never to accept rides from strangers, but Kurt wasn't a stranger, he was a friend. He was simply looking out for her well being. If he hadn't stopped her, who knows who else might have and what would have happened from there. It was all much to complicate for Brittany to grasp so she simply went along with it like she usually did or Santana told her to do.

"I can't find Ana…..did you see the ballad? I think he was trying to find a lake to swim in!"

"No, but I'm sure threes a hat somewhere in the backseat why don't you check there?"

It would be clear to almost anyone that Kurt was without a doubt drunk. With more of an attitude then usual and the strong smell of Smirnoff on his breath it was clear that Kurt Hummel had broken the law and had chosen to drive under the influence. Something they were preached about day after day, but to him it seemed that texting and driving had more serious consequences, so why bother following it? That thought had clicked in after the third shot when he realized Finn and his father were closer ever since the wedding, and he'd been thrown to the side like an outcast of the family.

"Want a swig? I don't doubt it'll warm you up. No heat on and I'm as toasty as…..as…..well whatever is warmer then that rain!"

"Is it white grape juice….cause Ana gives me white grape juice all the time….its suppose to be really good for flexibly and agility! Much better then coach Sylvester's shakes."

"Just take an s-swig, and you'll get plenty of agility into you. Trust me Brittany, I'm Kurt remember."

The white grape juice seemed to taste better and better with each sip to Brittany. Santana had always made sure the alcohol was out of the blonds reach, so how was she suppose to know the difference? To her it was just white grape juice a punch. It was easier to down, and pour more than listening to Kurt rant about his father, Finn, their living arrangements, and how much his life seemed to turn upside down from the moment their parents had said I do.

"And he just lets him! That football poster WILL come down! Mark my words! He just let him put it up without discussing it with me! We are a FAMILY UNIT, I should have rightfully been given a say about that piece of garbage! That room just as much mine as it is his, maybe even more! Then they waltzed right upstairs like a happy father and son and watching baseball of all things to watch, it was baseball! Don't they get enough of that sports crap on a daily basis?"

Brittany just sort watched Kurtz lips move, not bothering to utter a word as she pretended to listen to him. She was just lucky he wasn't ranting about the sheets he had on his bed, or wither or not his bathroom towels matched the rest of the décor. It was all senseless mindless babble brought on by sibling rivalry and the fact that Finn would never let Kurt touch him.

"You talk a lot…..like a lot a lot….when I do that, Ana usually puts her hand over my mouth."

Kissing him was simply the only way to shut him up, plus his lips really did look soft. They even tasted like Burts Bees'. They'd made out once and it hadn't been too bad, why not try it again? The alcohol had yet to warm her up, and her unmatching bikini was still soaking wet. Why not kiss him? What was the harm in that, especially when she felt the pull of him kissing back? White grape juice really did have aphrodisiac properties. Feeling herself being pulled over the console and onto his lap, they were both at a loss for words as their tongues tangled and fingers collided.

It was a snap sudden discoing, just like a burst of lighting but soon they found their bodies touching, her wet clothes thrown in the back along with his designer as their bodies slowly moved together in epic proportions. It was like a fuse had been lit for a stick of dynamite, all the issues of the night coming to a hault and a possibly resolve. It was just them in the moment. No Ana, no puck, no Finn, No Burt, just them. Plain and simple, and completely unconventional. It went against everything they both believed in. They found themselves coming together at all the right moments like claps of thunder. Foreheads pressed up against each other's and legs tangled around Kurt's waist just left them speechless. Exhausted and speechless.

"You need to get your clothes on and go"

He suddenly mumbled as he pushed her off his lap, and begun to redress himself.

"But we have to find Ana….and the Ballad."

Reaching back he grabbed her clothes, well what little of them they were and threw them at her practically forcing her to get dressed. No, this wasn't going to be like the movies. They weren't going to hold each other in one another's warm embrace as the storm crackled on outside and the windows fogged up. He'd be damned if he got a criminal record for both drinking under the influence and having sex in a public place. No, no, no, she absolutely had to go and the sooner the better.

"Here….take this dollar and go get a cab and go home….or go buy yourself something pretty with. I don't care what you do as long as you realize that this here tonight never happened."

"What happened?"

Brittany asked as she stumbled out of the car, and towards the driver's side picking up the dollar that he had attempted to throw at her. This only left her more confused, Puck never kicked Ana out. All they usually did was cuddle until her persistent knocks on the door convinced them it was time to get dressed, change the sheets, and let the Marshmallow come back to her Ana and Pucky. This hadn't been like that all. Even with the alcohol in her system and just being Brittany in general she could see that.

"This never happened…..farewell Brittany.

With that the blonde was left, once again in the rain in nothing but her lime green rain boots and un matching bikini. Confusion was more than a possibility it was a reality. What had really just happened? Had she just been the one used instead of the one doing the using for once.

"Wait….my hat! The ducks in the hat"

She yells at the car screeches away like it can't get away from her fast enough, it's sad really and the rain is much too cold for her fragile cream colored skin. It's ended just as fast as it begun and now she doesn't know what to do or where to turn.

"Ana!"

Once again she finds herself yelling, as she sees the familiar car driving towards her, mocha next to her in the passenger's seat. Once again Ana and Picky are saving her just like they always do, even if it was probably completely unintentional. She doesn't doubt for a minute that her Mike would be with them too, if he hadn't gone on a weekend vacation with his family. She pushes her now stiff legs towards the car, and gets in the back seat without another thought. It's a rare occasion that she's the one being used, usually she seduces and screws but this time it's different, it feels all wrong. Like something has completely changed in her life, she's not the same Brittany anymore. It's all much too confusing to her already confused mind, the only move now is to get in the car and go home. Ana and Pucky will take care of her like they always do; maybe just maybe it's her mind playing tricks on her again. It does that quite often.

"Marshmallow….what are you doing out in the rain? And in that outfit? Britt, I left out your clothes for you."

For once Brittany doesn't find that she has a stupid comment to remark with, she just finds herself quiet and soaking wet in the back seat as Puck drives off, and Ana looks into the back seat at her with a concerned look on her face. Telling Ana about Kurt isn't an option, she wouldn't understand, making out she could understand but taking Kurt Hummel's virginity now that's a whole different ball park. Nothing will come of it, Kurt will just find even more reason to ignore her or give snide remarks on a daily basis, no reason to bring it up to Santana and have her go after him. It's all safer this way, much safer.

"….you weren't at your house….I came to look for you…..I couldn't find you and…and then it started to rain Ana."

Normally Santana remembered to tell Britt on the nights she wouldn't be home, but of course the rainiest night of the year she'd forgotten too. It was no surprise that Brittany had gone looking for her, that's the way it'd always been between the two of them. They protected one another like no one else could. Ana's relationship with Puck had gotten in the way of that lately. Sure Britt had Mike, but to Brittany he wasn't Santana. There was no one else that took care of her as well as she did.

With a sigh, she rested her head back against the seat letting the night sink in trying to ignore the painful sting of the alcohol at the back of her throat, ignoring the shivers that raked throughout her body. Littered across the floorboards of the car was nothing but condoms that more than explained where Ana had been while Britt had in vain searched for her. Why hadn't she just stayed at home? It could have been a lot worse than Kurt picking her up and using her, had it been someone else she could have had a lot more happen to her then being used. Strolls on rainy nights were no longer options, strolls in general even, unless Santana or someone else was with her. Mike would never forgive her for what she had done, never. No one was to ever find out, ever. Not even Santana.

They'd forgotten. She'd forgotten the one thing that Santana had always made sure she had on her. The littered wrappers on the floorboards underneath her were more than proof of that and made her feel it even deeper.

"You coming home tonight with us Marshmallow? Where is your brain, you have me a little worried."

Shaking her head, she pushes herself up in the seat, and places a kiss on her best friend's cheek before nodding at Puck and opening the door the non-moving vehicle. She doesn't have words for Ana tonight, and yes Ana will probably call when they get home to check up on her. She'll just have to put on a smile and assure Ana that she's ok, just like she always does.

Closing the door, and locking it tightly shut she waits until she see's Puck's headlights go into the distance. Her parents aren't home, probably at yet another dinner or screwing someone who isn't one another, nothing new. Not that anyone who wasn't Ana, Puck or Mike knows. She's almost positive her sisters sleeping over at someone's house as always, so she's let's herself feel it. Sliding down the front door, she feels herself crumple onto the floor and begin to sob. She feels dirty, she feels dirty and used.