Ok here is the next chapter. Thanks to DunderMifflinite for looking over everything for me again, very nice of you. I don't own anything Glee.
BPOV
" You should never give Lord Tubbington melted chocolate again, because those smells coming out of his butt were extra foul. He ruined the mood last night baby."
Artie is trying to turn on the charm for some reason-he starts talking in his weird, not-so-sexy voice and holds my hand. He does have a point though. Lord T did smell really bad, like that time when San ate that six day old Chinese in my fridge. Her body's reaction to that food was nasty. In her defense, though, she didn't know it had been sitting in there that long and neither did I-until my mom let me know. She was halfway through the container by that point. So, I just decided not to tell her it was bad, and the only reason I didn't was because I was scared of what her reaction would be to this news.
"Yeah, he did stink. My mom was so disgusted with him that she was tempted to put him up for sale on Craigslist."
Artie is telling me something else I should be doing when Santana walks in with Quinn. They're talking and laughing like they're best friends or something. All of a sudden what Artie is saying becomes even less important than before. I wave to them when they walk past me, but only Quinn waves back. Santana acts like she didn't even see me, like I don't even exist. Which means she's really mad at me and serious about us taking a break. Artie squeezes my hand and brings my attention back to him.
"Brittany, so is that cool?"
He's grinning at me, so I answer honestly because I didn't hear a word he said.
"Probably not."
"What?"
"I'll see you later, Artie."
Artie is still talking to me telling me to come back and asking where I'm going but I choose to ignore him and walk up to Quinn and San at Quinn's locker. I say hi to them both. Santana looks at the floor.
"Hey Britt, how was your date with Artie?"
"It was ok. San, what did you do after you left my house? You never came back. I texted you when I got home."
"I was kinda busy after I left your house. Quinn and I went to Puck's party."
"Really?"
"Yeah, don't ask me about it though-I was so wasted I can't even remember what happened. I know it was pretty awesome though."
She's lying.
SPOV
So, I'm totally lying when I tell Brittany that I went to Puck's party and can't remember what happened. I just can't let her know how pathetic I am because I cleared my whole day for her and had planned spending it locked in her room.
After I stormed out of Brittany's room a second time I contemplated what I wanted to do with the rest of my night. No way was I going home to cry like a stupid baby again. I've already cried too much as it is. Then I thought about calling a boy to help with my current frustrations, but all the boys that use to somewhat like me hate me now. So, as a last resort I called Quinn. Ever since Finn dumped her last year she's been cool, and it's fun to annoy the crap outta her.
"Hello?"
"Quinn, is that you?"
"What do you want Santana?"
"What are you doing tonight?"
"I thought you had plans with Brittany."
"She has a date."
No need to tell her whom it's with.
"Oh, well you could come over and we could watch a movie if you want and eat ice cream or-"
I cut her off because all Quinn's movie choices make me cry. She picks all the movies where my favorite character dies. And her ice cream selection sucks. She likes all the old people flavors like pistachio and butter pecan. My own opinion is that nuts in ice cream are gross, and whoever came up with it may have discovered the shittiest thing ever.
"I heard Puck's having a party because his mom is out of town."
"Wait, is his sister going to be there? She's like nine."
"Yeah, probably, so Puck will just lock her in her room. Give her a juice box and a roll of crackers."
"Puck may be the worst brother ever."
I shook my head and said yes because it's so true.
"So I guess we're going to Puck's house?"
And just because I was upset about Britt picking Artie over me, I told Quinn not to go crazy tonight and get drunk off wine coolers. She usually gets knocked up when she does. Quinn Fabray was about to lose her shit in about five seconds, or so I thought-instead of losing her cool she just simply hung up on me. Hmm. I guess I went too far.
I made it to Quinn's house around eight-thirty and rang the bell. Her mom let me in, and I crept up the stairs quietly. I was scared she would lock me out of her room if she saw me. Then we'd never make it to the party.
The trick is to act like nothing's wrong. Like I wasn't a jerk to her on the phone. I was about to speak but Quinn beat me to it.
"How'd you get in my house?"
How the heck did she know I was in her room? She may be a freak. I answered quickly and said that her mom let me in.
"Quinn why aren't you dressed? You have fifteen minutes. Let's go!"
"When people hang up on you that generally means they don't want to see you anytime soon."
"You hung up on me? I thought I had a bad connection and my signal faded out or something."
"You hurt my feelings you shitshack! I'm mad at you!"
I sighed and avoided her gaze-because I realized I'm an even bigger jerk than I thought I was. She looked like I really hurt her. It even looks like she may have cried a little bit, because I was stupid enough to push her most sensitive buttons.
"I'm sorry Quinn. It won't happen again."
"Yeah, it will because you can't help it." She was smiling.
And I was smiling, too, because I knew she was right but I was gonna make sure my jerk statements with Quinn were few and far between from then on. I needed to work on being nicer to her. She was sorta my friend now.
"We aren't going to this party so you can get drunk because you're feeling depressed about Brittany, are we?"
"No." Yes
"You suck at lying. I'm not following you around all night to make sure you don't make an ass out of yourself in front of everybody. Three drinks maximum."
"Three? Quinn, I can take care of myself I don't need a babysitter."
"That's a lie okay? Every time you get wasted I have to practically drag you home. And you're a bunch of dead weight, Santana. It's hard work carrying you around. Plus, we have school tomorrow."
"Yeah, and Brittany would be there. I guess-"
I didn't finish that statement because I saw Quinn smirking and raising her eyebrow at me. She was giving me that 'I know everything' look. And that's when I told her to shut up because she doesn't know anything.
"Trying to look presentable for Britt tomorrow, huh? I get it-when you find that special someone you'll practically do anything to make sure they don't see how much of a hot mess you really are."
The remote control that I hit Quinn with after that comment left a nasty bruise on her shoulder. So she couldn't wear that strapless dress that was lying on her bed. Now she was mad at me again, and going to that party is out of the question.
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