An alarm goes off, abruptly waking me up from my slumber and I can feel my heart beating fast from the scare. The ringing is making my head hurt like fuck and I have no idea where it's coming from so I can't even turn it off.

I groan and roll over to lay on my other side in attempt to protect myself from the loud, invading sound. There's something beside me but I really don't care to check what it is, I just need that fucking ringing to stop.

I hide myself in the object beside me, burying my head in..a pillow? I'm guessing that what it is because it's really soft and comfy.

The ringing continues, except its louder now, and I whine.

"Well someone's not very happy to be awake," I hear a raspy voice say.

My eyes shoot open and I freeze before I remember I'm at Brittany's house..in her room..laying in her bed..with my face pressing against her..

Oh my god my face is in her boobs.

I heard Brittany chuckle as I groan from embarrassment and feel her arms wrap around my body, bringing me closer to her. She holds me like that for a few moments, rubbing my back and arms as she airily giggles at my crankiness. She then removes herself completely and a couple seconds later I hear the ringing stop.

"Ugh, thank fucking god, finally," I practically moan before relaxing into the mattress.

Brittany lies back in the position she was before, her arms wrapped around my waist, holding me tight. And even though I feel like someone's been hitting me over the head with a frying pan for the past seven hours, I want to stay like this forever, in her arms.

A few minutes pass and I feel myself falling back asleep before Brittany speaks. "How're you feeling?" she asks quietly, looking down at me. I yawn before tilting my head up to see her face.

Wow, she's beautiful when she just wakes up.

Her hair is tousled and wild, probably filled with tangles and god knows what else. I think she tried to take most of her makeup off last night but there's still some smudged around her eyes. She has bags under them as well from lack of sleep. Her lips are chapped and there's what looks like glitter on her cheek. But even with all that, she looks like the most gorgeous girl in the world.

"Santana?" she asks, looking at me expectantly. Oh! Right, I had a question to answer.

"Like shit," I croak, giving her a weak and pathetic smile. Brittany smiles at me before leaning down to place a small kiss on my forehead. "What time is it?"

Brittany thinks for a moment before leaning over me again and lying back down. She has her phone in her hand, swiping her finger across the screen. "It's 6:30."

"In the morning?" I ask incredulously and look at her with my best 'are you fucking serious?' facial expression. Why the hell does she have an alarm going off at 6:30 in the freaking morning on a Saturday?

Brittany nods her head then closes her eyes. "I usually go running Saturday mornings," she explains and I remember her telling me something about morning jogs. "I forgot to turn the alarm off. And I'm definitely not going now, too tired," she mumbles the last few words, snuggling into my body.

I don't say or do anything but watch her shift around and get comfortable in the bed. Her arms lay across my waist and her head is tucked underneath my chin. She then throws her leg over my body and I tense at the skin contact with her bare thigh against mine.

Hold on a minute..

"Uhh..B-Brittany?" I say cautiously, slowly starting to realize how much, or how little, clothing we're both wearing.

"Hmm?" she replies, clearly too tired to form proper words.

I swallow hard before asking, "Where..why aren't we wearing c-clothes?"

Moments go by and neither of us move or speak. Finally Brittany takes her head out from under my chin and lays her head on the pillow we're sharing."We're not wearing no clothes," said states, a slight bit confusion in her voice. My brows furrowed and I open my mouth then close it a few times, not exactly sure what to say. "Wait.. You mean- Ohh, okay, I get what you mean. Both our dresses were dirty and had alcohol on them so I put them in the laundry," she said as if it were no big deal.

"Okay… But how did I even get my dress off though? I don't remember changing," I say, wracking my brain for memories that couldn't be found.

Brittany giggles and squeezes my hip. "I took your dress off, silly. You were sleeping." Oh..

I slowly nod my head while trying to comprehend the fact that Brittany basically stripped me while I was unconscious.

Hot.

"And I was too tired to change you into other clothes so I just left you in your bra and panties," she added. "And because I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable being half naked, I'm just in my bra and panties, too."

God I love Brittany's logic.

So me and the love of my life are half naked cuddling in a together. Jeez, that sounds like the beginning of a really shitty joke.

"Aren't you cold?" I ask her, avoiding her eyes because I'm scared she'll see in mine how turned on I'm starting to get.

Brittany shook her head. "Nope! I mean, I would have been, but you kept me warm." Okay.. I don't see how considering I'm half her size… "Some time through the night you were actually lying on top of me. You were like another blanket."

"Oh my god," I mumble, now hiding my head underneath her chin. "I'm sorry..I didn't mean to- I didn't like, hurt you, right? Squish you?" I ask, visioning a mental image of Brittany being squashed under my weight.

While I expected Brittany to say something along the lines of, 'Yeah, but it's okay! I don't need to be always breathing,' she just laughed instead. "I was totally fine! You kept me warm," she says, pulling away so I couldn't hide in her neck anymore. I frowned at the loss of my protection and Brittany smiles at me. "How's your head?" she asks suddenly and I close my eyes, groaning loudly. I completely forgot about how much my hangover was killing me until now.

"I'm gonna take that as it hurts?" she asks, and when I open my eyes I can see the small 'sorry' smile she has on.

I nod my head and close my eyes again.

"Then you should sleep a little longer, sorry my alarm woke you up," she said and I mumble a quiet, 'it's okay'. "Do you want me to get you Advil or something?" she asks.

Part of me want to say, 'Fuck yes, please!' but another part of me is asking how often am I going to be in a bed, half naked with Brittany S. Pierce beside me?

And I can answer that question. Not very often at all.

I shake my head no and sigh while trying to get comfortable again. "No, s'okay," I say and I feel her tighten her hold on my waist.

"Alright," she said quietly, placing another kiss on my forehead. "but I feel like I just ran into a wall so I'm gonna go get some. I'll bring you back a caplet just in case you change her mind." And before I have any time to protest, Brittany separates from my body and gets out of bed. Nobody knows how badly I want to call after her and say, 'No, please don't leave!'

Instead I turn over and lie flat on my stomach, whining into the pillow as Brittany walks towards the door.

"Don't be so dramatic!" I hear her say, and before I have time to say something back to her, something hits my body and I scream. It's only when Brittany's practically on the floor dying of laughter that I look down and see a balled up shirt beside me. Oh she's so gonna get it.

As quietly as I can, I get out of Brittany's bed and sneak up to her. She's got one hand on the door, holding herself up and she's bent over laughing. I start to move a little quicker and I'm planning to tackle her to the ground but instead, Brittany looks up and sees me coming at her. She screams and runs away, and after muttering 'shit' under my breath I take off after her.

Having an insane hangover and probably still a little tipsy plus running down stairs is not a good idea.

I'm catching up on her and I'm about to grab her wrist before I trip down the last few steps and scream again. My body hits something once, then hits something again and I feel most of the wind get knocked out of me.

Coughing and gasping for air, I open my eyes and see that I'm on the floor laying on top of Brittany. I must have hit her when I tripped and toppled her over or something. She has her eyes closed and she's giggling, but I really don't see what's so funny. She opens up one eye and peers up at me, looking really sneaky. I cock an eyebrow at her, "What?"

"That was fun," she giggles out and I'm thinking she must be crazy. Getting tackled to the ground is fun to her?

"Brittany, I almost killed you. And you thought that was fun?" I ask, placing my elbows on each side of her head and resting my fists into my cheeks. Brittany shrugs and before I know it she's tickling me and I scream. Again.

"O-oh, my g-god! Brittany, s-stop! Please!" I squeal through my laughter, rolling off her body and in return she rolls onto mine. I'm laughing so hard that I don't even realize that we're both still only in our underwear and she's straddling my waist.

"I'm going to tickle you until you explode!" she threatens, squeezing my sides causing me to yelp like a fucking dog.

I'm starting to feel a little lightheaded from having no air in my lungs so I quickly grab her wrists and hold them still. "Please, Britt..can't breathe.." I beg, trying to catch my breath. Brittany looks down at me with a hard look on her face for all of five seconds until it softens and she smiles.

"Kay," she chirps, and I release her hands slowly because part of me doesn't trust the tickle monster side of this girl. Yet, Brittany is true to her word and doesn't tickle me again. Instead, she leans down and rests her head against my chest, her hands spread out to the side of her. "I'm tired."

I laugh and close my eyes because now that she mentions it, I'm just about ready to doze off myself. I wrap my arms around her body and lightly tickle her sides which earns me a glare from her.

"Don't you dare start that with me, Ms. Lopez," she says with fake anger, pointing a finger at me. I grin and lean up to lick the tip of her finger the second before she pulls it away. "Ew! Santana! That's gross," she grumbles, wiping her finger on my bare stomach. I simply shrug and she gives in smiling as she lies back down onto my chest.

I wish this could be my everyday life. Just hang out with Brittany all day long, have tickle fights in our underwear and then cuddle afterwards. Of course there's much more I'd like to be able to do with her, more coupley things, but I actually think I'm starting to accept the fact that Brittany's 100% straight and has a boyfriend and she totally didn't just kiss my neck right now.

Wait what.

I snap back into reality and sure enough, Brittany's head is right in the crook of my neck and she's placing soft and lazy kisses all over it. I know I should say something but shit this feels so nice. I always knew she was talented with her mouth, she showed me some of the cool tongue tricks she could do once. She can even tie a cherry stem with her tongue in four and a half seconds flat. And I always imagined what it might be like to have her kiss some part of my body but none of my fantasies were as good as the real thing right now.

She moves up slightly and kisses my pulse point. My hands on her back unintentionally twitch from the short pleasure I got from it and I feel her smirk into my neck before she continues pressing kisses to that same spot. Some longer than others, and some wetter than others.

Finally after a few minutes of this, or it could have been a few seconds, I don't know, I finally decide that this needs to stop, or I at least need to know why my straight best friend is practically making out with my neck.

"U-um, Britt?" I ask, opening my eyes and looking down at her.

"Mhm?" she hums, not taking her lips away from my skin. I open my mouth to continue but at that exact same moment, Brittany bites at the special weak spot I have and a tiny moan accidentally escapes my lips.

Brittany freezes, I freeze, and suddenly it feels like the whole world just went on pause. Slowly she picks her head up and hovers it above me, her blue eyes piercing my brown ones.

"What was that?" she almost whispers, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

I swallow hard, harder than I mean to and I end up choking on my own spit. "What was what?" I croak out, feeling my eyes start to water from how wide and open they are.

Brittany narrows her eyes at me before she simply says, "You moaned."

I suck in a breath and hold it because shit, what the fuck do I say to that?

"W-why were you kissing my neck?" I ask, trying to narrow my eyes back at her but with as wide as my eyes still are right now, I probably just look like a freak.

Brittany's face relaxes and she smiles. "Iunno, felt like it." Okay hold up, the hell?

I stare deep into Brittany's eyes, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on. After moments of silence and just pure eye contact, a light bulb flickers on in my head. "Brittany, are you still drunk?" Brittany's small smile turns into a wide grin and she brings up her hand in front of my face and pinches her first finger and thumb, acting to say 'just a little'.

Ahh..okay, now that makes sense.

I sigh and squeeze my eyes closed before reopening them and see Brittany looking down at me with curious eyes. I can't help but smile at her because god, she looks like a freaking lost puppy, all innocent looking and adorable.

I'm about to suggest that maybe we should get up and go back to bed when suddenly something stops me.

"What the hell is going on here?" an almost booming voice asks and I look up to see Brittany's dad standing at the bottom of the staircase.

Now it's not that Mr. Pierce is homophobic, he's just one of those people who say they're okay with the lgbt community, but not if it's their own daughter or son who was gay. Or anyone he knows. Or anyone at al.

..Okay he's homophobic, and probably one of the worst I've ever seen. I overheard him say before that the only reason he still lets me hang out with Brittany is because he believes that I'm young and confused and will eventually come to my senses and realize I like boys. He's also said that if any of his children were to ever be gay, he'd waste no time in throwing them out or sending them off to Bible camp to "cleanse themselves".

And with the position that me and Brittany are in right now, I think it's safe to say he's jumping to conclusions and he's pissed.

"Well? I asked you girls a question, didn't I? What the fuck are you two doing?" he asks again, even angrier this time if that were possible.

I'm looking right up at Brittany, too scared to say a word or even breathe. She has her eyes closed and her teeth are clenched. Even though she's still intoxicated, I know we're thinking the exact same thing right now.

We're fucked.


A/N; I know this chapter is shorter and not very interesting but I've been on a little bit of a writers block lately and I hate making everyone who's following this story wait so long for an update, so I'm very sorry for that I have a few ideas for the next couple chapters though so hopefully they'll be longer and more eventful. also I just wanted to say that this fic isn't going to be very long, probably no more than 6 or 7 chapters. And considering this is the fourth, that means there's only 3 or 4 more chapters to go! but anyways, hope y'all enjoy this chapter even though it's sort of suckish "

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