Waking up is odd.

Not just because you're not used to your room yet, but because your bed is more crowded than the night before.
You roll over and get a face full of sunshine blonde locks. You jump out of your bed and you're about to get a knife out of your tiny kitchen, but then you remember that you don't have any knives and that it's only Brittany because you asked her to stay while you were high.

Right.

You don't know if you can deal with this; a pretty girl that's half naked and in your bed. Usually when you wake up next to half naked girls, it's after a whole night of doing something completely different than of falling asleep because you couldn't handle Dutch weed (though you would never admit that). It only gets worse when Brittany rolls over and the covers reveal her legs. You have front row seats to endless legs and a perfect butt. Before you can really start your leering, a groaning sound comes from the human form on your bed.

"Water." she croaks in the sexiest morning voice.

You laugh. "At your service princess."

And because you actually have cups now, you bought them yesterday in between piggyback rides, you can even bring the water to her. She sits up, sleepily blinks a few times and combs a hand through wild morning hair. When she reaches for the glass you're holding, the sweetest smile breaks out on her face.

"I had a really good time last night." The combination of her words, her in your bed and the way she looks makes you laugh out loud.

"What?" She asks, confused.

"It's just, if someone walked in right now, they'd totally get the wrong idea." She looks at herself, glances at you and then giggles.

Of course you jinxed it by saying that, because the door flings open and a distressed Sam comes barging in, saying: "Santana. Do you still have the schedule, I lost m- oh." He spots the two of you, half dressed, in your bed. His mouth opens and closes again, for once he doesn't know what to do with his huge mouth.

"This isn't what it looks like, Vagina Lips, and if you even think of opening your enormous mouth about this to anyone, you better sleep with one eye open for the rest of your life."

He gulps, nods, turns around and walks out. You shake your head and mumble something in Spanish, only to get interrupted by long slender arms wrapping around your middle.

"Wouldn't it be funny if everyone thinks we slept with each other, even though we didn't."

You groan. "Then they'd all think I'm trying to turn all the straight girls in Amsterdam. Not that I couldn't, I mean, look at me, but they'd keep all the girls away from me. Too afraid I might steal them."

"What makes you think I'm straight?" She challenges.

That catches your attention. "You mean… You mean, you're not?"

She shrugs. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I'm gonna go shower in my own room, thanks for the water." She gets out of bed, grabs her jeans and walks towards the door.

"Wait, what...? Britt, this isn't fair." You splutter.

She throws a "see you later" over her shoulder and then the door slams behind her.

You cannot keep up with that girl.

You want to though.

Fuck.

You walk into Sam's room without knocking. He's standing in the middle of his nearly empty room in his Spiderman boxers, getting dressed

"Santana. What are you doing here?" He tries covering up his junk with his hands. You shake your head at his desperate movements.

"Don't even bother, Bieber, it's not like I'm gonna try to stare at your dick. In fact, I'd rather you put some jeans on so I won't be reminded that I'm in the room with a half naked guy who looks like he could be a stripper."

When gives you a blank look, you add: "I ran out of dollars to stick into you underwear, not that I would ever come that close to your penis, and I think Euros are a bit more painful to get thrown at you. Being coins and all"

"Yeah… So... Why are you here again?" Oh right, you got so caught up in your stripper talk, you forgot you came here with a purpose.

"You came marching into my room this morning, unfortunately, with something about your schedule. I suppose you had a question about our meeting at the University?"

Mike and Brittany are going to some prestigious dance school and Rachel to some musical theatre school so the two of you go are the only ones going to University of Amsterdam, Artie is as well, but all the computer nerds have class in a different building closer to the dorms. He's getting a different introduction than you two.

You thought about going to your introduction alone. Being by yourself all day in an unknown city with a group of people you don't know kind of freaks you out though, you aren't exactly known for easily making friends. Sam is okay, you sort of like him and you might be able to have a laugh because that kid can be dumb as shit. So you decide to take him with you.

"Oh, yeah. Wanna go together?"

You smile at that, apparently Sammieboy felt the same. "Sure. I'll come to your room in an hour." Without waiting for a response you leave to find Brittany and tell her you can't go into town with her this afternoon.

She isn't bothered at all, which kind of bums you out. "Mike needs some stuff too, so I'll just go with him. Wanna meet after your introduction? We could have dinner or something?"

"Yeah, cool. Just meet me at the entrance around 6." She says she will and hugs you goodbye.

You grab your stuff, eat something and go back to Sam's room. You open the door and hear someone say: "Oompf." Apparently Sam was opening the door at the same moment and you smacked him in the face. You can see a bruise starting to form on his forehead.

"We should really work on this whole 'running into each other at inconvenient times'-thing." He just nods while he's rubbing his head.

"Ready to go, mister Third Eye?" With a sigh, he nods again.

The introduction is even worse than you thought.

You've been sitting in the same chair, listening to the same man talking about the university for about an hour now. You can't feel your ass anymore and Sam fell asleep twenty minutes in, which means you've just been bored by yourself. When he finally announces a break, you don't know how you got out of there so quickly, but in less than a minute you're already smoking your first cigarette of the day. Sam comes walking out of the big green doors rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"That dragged on like the ending of Lord of the Rings three." You tell him as soon as he gets to you.

"Hey!" He protests. "Return of the King was the best one!." You roll your eyes at him and decide that looking at your surroundings is more interesting than that conversation. It's a small courtyard surrounded by the old university building, it's gorgeous and so calm. "Sam, what was this location called again?" You look back to him and he just shrugs.

"How should I know? I don't know any Dutch." Those lips, you can't get over them.

A tiny, incredibly gay guy, who has hair with way to much hairspray in it, comes up to you and says: "I couldn't help but overhear your question and I think I know the answer." His voice is just what you expected, way too high and way too soft. Instead of saying something in Dutch he just holds up his brochure with some random Dutch words on them. Apparently that's the name you're looking for but you don't really get past 'Oude' and then you give up. Dutch is way too hard.

"Well, that didn't help shit." You breath out with the last puff of smoke.

"At least I tried, blondie locks over there didn't even try to help you." The kid has an attitude. "I'm Kurt Hummel and I'll be studying here for the next two semesters."

He holds out his hands, while his eyes roam over Sam's butt when the blonde boy bends over, after he's dropped something.

"Right. Santana Lopez and that boy you're trying to sex up with your eyes is Sam Evans."

Kurt gives you a sleazy smile. "I've always had a thing for Southern boys."

You and Sam both just stare at him wide-eyed. And before you have properly registered this Kurt's level of gay, you're called in again. This time, Kurt sits down next to you and when Blaine comes on stage to talk about some fun things to do while you're in Amsterdam, you can practically see Kurt drooling over the triangle-eyebrowed guy. Sam, of course, doesn't register because he fell asleep. A-fucking-gain. At least you spotted the mystery Asians again, for the first time in two days. This time their clan grew, there's five of them now.

You're outside smoking a cigarette after the tour of your building, when Blaine finds you. Sam is still trying to keep up with Kurt's yapping, while Blaine is excitedly talking to you about the nightlife in Amsterdam, the living arrangements, the food and apologizing for how drunk he was two nights ago.

You. Don't. Care.

"You know what, Gay number one? It's fine, it was actually quite fun. So here's what we're gonna do. You're gonna come and have dinner with me, Sam, Britt and Mike and then we're gonna go out again because I can't be alone with Rachel fucking Berry anymore." Blaine doesn't seem fazed but nods anyway. "Also, you might wanna invite Gay number two, because I think he has a thing for you."

So that's what happens.

Brittany and Mike are already waiting at the entrance of the courtyard by the time everyone's got their stuff and made it outside.

"So, we brought some extra people. Hope you don't mind?" Sam says to them.

"We know, I already text Blaine about it." Brittany smiles.

That just confuses the hell out of everyone except for Brittany and Blaine and you decide that you need to get yourself a phone, just so you can text Brittany too. And it's sorta practical. Maybe.

Since no one but Brittany and Blaine have bikes, you walk to a small Chinese restaurant nearby and discuss Amsterdam and your introduction over greasy Chinese food.

"The introduction was so bad. I can't believe I survived." You tell Brittany.

"Hey! We tried to make it at least a little bit interesting." Blaine interrupts you.

Sam comes to his rescue by saying: "Yeah. It wasn't that bad."

"How would you know? You were asleep the whole time." You snarl at him. Kurt is kissing Blaine's ass by telling him it was all very interesting and clear, while Sam just frowns at his food until Mike asks him a question about Call of Duty or something equally nerdy.

Dinner ends up with everyone in the bar next door, getting shitfaced. Blaine keeps buying beer for everyone (except for Kurt, who doesn't drink beer because it's disgusting and makes you fat), shouting about loving Dutch beer and flirting with Kurt at the same time, while Kurt is nearly chugging his fruity cocktail out of excitement. Mike and Sam are having a discussion about video games again when some dance beat comes on. Brittany perks up next to you, next to Sam Mike does as well. They give each other a mischievous glance.

"We shouldn't." He says but the look in his eyes betrays him.

He's going to do it anyways, whatever it may be. They get up at the same time and walk over to the emptiest part of the bar, while Brittany just shoves her beer into your hand. The two dancers stand across form each other, counting and nodding their heads to the beat.

Then, perfectly synchronized, they start some kind of choreography. It only lasts for about two minutes, but in those two minutes everyone in the bar ends up staring at them wide-eyed. In-credible. It's obvious they've been dancing together for a long time. The way they move, perfectly in sync, knowing exactly what the other is about to do, it's mesmerizing. Brittany flips her hair, shakes her hips and smiles at you seductively like she's been doing it her entire life. She probably has been dancing like this her entire life. She was made for dancing, for moving like this. You've never seen anything like it and god is she sexy. That little smirk, like she knows what you're thinking, is driving you crazy. The song slowly fades away and everyone starts clapping. You take a big sip of your beer and another when she comes walking in your direction, a little out of breath.

"That was…" You're speechless. You absolutely have no words for the way her body just seemed to move on its own accord.

"Did you like it?" She looks kind of shy. Before you can answer a tipsy Kurt steals her away by wrapping her up in his tiny arms and screaming: "OH MY GOD BRITTANY, THAT WAS SO COOL!"

She just gives him a sheepish grin, then you get a megawatt smile and you feel strangely happy that she's still giving you attention as well.

After Mike and Brittany's impromptu performance, everything kind of dies down and you all decide to go back. Since it's still fairly early, the public transport is still going everywhere. While Sam, Mike and Kurt, who apparently lives two floors below you, are trying to squeeze themselves into a packed tram, Brittany calls after you. You turn around with a questioning look.

"Ride with me. There's no way you can fit in there and it'll be fun. Blaine and I will teach you some Dutch." She says in her usual bubbly way, seated on top of a bright yellow bike.

"You know Dutch?" She just keeps getting cooler.

Pretty blonde hair nods, while shiny white teeth say: "Yup, I do."

The guys in the tram all desperately yell your name when the blue/white doors are closing, but you just wave at them without even turning away from Brittany. You really don't care in your slightly drunk state.

"Guess you're stuck with me now." You say as the tram slowly rides away from the two of you.

She squeals. "Blaine is just getting his bike and then we can go." Fine with you, he can take as long as he likes, you're pretty content with just talking to Brittany.

"So how come I didn't know you speak Dutch?" You notice you're sort of swaying around trying to stand still.

She laughs at that. "Because you were probably too drunk to notice every time I did."

You contemplate her answer and shrug, it's probably true. You've only really been out of your dorm with her three times, two of those involved alcohol. Blaine comes biking in your direction on a white and red bike.

"My god, Gay number one, scared you'd lose your bike?" Blaine frowns and splutters: "I just wanted to be able to recognize it easily."

"Oh you will, without a doubt. Now I was promised some Dutch lessons, so let's go."

The ride back nearly kills you three times. Who knew that jumping onto the back of a moving bike could be so hard? Especially with alcohol in your system. The three of you manage to make it home safely, with a lot of almost falling and screaming and no Dutch lessons on the way back.

Amsterdam by bike is great.

You love how it seems like all the locals want to race you, since they're all biking past you in a hurry. The canals are beautiful and with all the old buildings around them, you feel like you're in some sort of movie. You feel so peaceful sitting on the back of Brittany's bike, listening to her and Blaine laughing about something. You don't even care about the pain in your ass the bike causes you.

Your bubble is bursted when you walk onto your floor and you hear Rachel lecturing Mike, Sam and Kurt about being drunk. She's yapping about being responsible and preparing for our classes. You can't help but think that she is kind of hurt that she wasn't invited. You also can't help but think that you don't give a damn. Brittany is by far a better person than you are, because she tells Rachel she has tons of alcohol in her room and that she's invited to join the rest of your group while they continue drinking.

She claps her hands and runs off, saying something about getting Artie to join the Floor 3 Extravaganza as well.

So ten minutes later everyone is cramped up in Brittany's room. Sam is sitting next to Artie on some cushions the floor, Mike behind them on the counter, Brittany on the only chair she has and Kurt and Blaine are sitting way too close to each other on Brittany's bed. You don't know how you ended up next to a drunk, clingy Rachel on the couch, but you did. You can't say you're enjoying it. She keeps wrapping you up in hugs and holding you close. When she does so for the fifth time in one hour Brittany catches your desperate glance.

"Okay Rachel, how about truth of dare?" Lifesaver.

"Yeeesss." She shouts in your ear, deafening you. Well, at least she let go of you. "Okay. Brittany, truth or dare?"

You groan. "I'm 21, why am I playing this?" You let your head fall into your hands.

"Shush, Santana, don't be a partypooper. I pick… truth." Brittany says. Berry thinks and thinks, nothing happens.

"So, Brittany, is there anyone you would hook up with in this room." Kurt slurs after an awkward silence.

Brittany grins into her cup as she takes a sip. "Yup."

Now that draws everyones attention.

"Who is it?" Kurt gasps.

"Is it me?" Barbra asks.

"I knew it!" Mike exclaims.

"Not telliiiing." She singsongs but you catch her giving a tiny nod to Mike who just smiles. "Kurt, truth or dare?" She diverts her attention.

Without missing a beat he says: "truth."

"Are you gonna take Blaine home tonight?" That causes you to almost choke on your mouthful of whiskey coke. Kurt and Blaine both turn red and Kurt is drunkenly stammering bullshit, while Blaine says: "I have a boyfriend… I think. I can't really remember" with a faraway look in his eyes.

The commotion dies down again, but a bridge has been crossed.

Mike dares Sam to make out with Rachel, who loudly protests that she has a boyfriend, but does so anyway. Artie almost pisses his pants laughing when he finds out that Sam accidentally made out with a dude ("It was really dark, okay? And he had really soft, long hair."). You dare Mike to piss out of the three story window, which causes Rachel to gag and you think she might actually throw up because damn, that girl can't handle her liquor. Like, at all. You're all drunk, but Berry is on a whole different level

She seems a bit more sober when she dares you to kiss Brittany. You've had worse dares in your life. In your drunken haze you challenge Brittany: "Think you can handle all this hotness, sweetie?"

Brittany just gives you a predatory smirk. "Oh please, I know I can." The two of you lean forward at the same time and when your lips meet halfway, you know it's not just gonna be a peck.

Your lips move agains hers. She opens her mouth and runs her tongue over your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you gladly grant her. Her tongue tastes like the vodka-cranberry she's been drinking all night with a bitter aftertaste from the beer. The two of you are in your own little bubble, the whole group is too flabbergasted to make a sound. But as soon as they snap out of their daze you hear the guys starting catcalls and Berry's "OH MY GOD!" With a drunken giggle you both realize where you are and pull back.

She smiles at you with hooded eyes and pink lips. It's adorable. You smile back at her, then exclaim: "And that pussies, is how you kiss a girl." while looking at the cheering group of people.

Thirty minutes later, you're in Brittany's room smoking a cigarette out of her window while everyone (Kurt and Blaine disappeared a while ago) is running around the hallway screaming and banging on doors. They're too drunk to realize that they are banging on their own doors, since they're the only ones who live there, and that's why not one door has opened yet.

Not that you care too much.

You have enough trouble focussing on getting your cigarette to your lips and not falling out of the window, it's not like you can tell them they're dumb fucks at the same time. A loud "CLANG" shakes you out of your thoughts and you can see Brittany lying on the floor, holding the bottle of vodka up.

"It didn't break! I didn't break it." She proudly exclaims, while trying to get up. That takes a while and suddenly you notice she's in her bra and shorts, nothing more.

"Hey Britt. Were you nearly naked all night? How did the fuuuuck did I miss that? I'd tap that haaaard." You say, looking her up and down without shame.

"Sam has my shirt, he's a pirate now." You don't care, because Brittany managed to get up and is walking towards you with a seductive smirk. She stops when her body presses against yours and whispers in your ear.

"Remember our conversation from this morning?"

You nod. You're afraid that if you speak, you might break the sexual tension.

"I'm not all that straight." She pulls back, glances at your lips and says: "I'd totally tap that too." You can smell the alcohol, somewhere your mind you realize that this is probably a bad idea, but when her eyes flick back to your lips again you don't care, so you lean in and kiss her.

A/N: Oude means old in Dutch. Just so you know.