Santana called Puck and put the phone on speaker. She and Brittany were sitting next to each other on the couch.
"Sup," Puck answered.
"Hey," Santana looped her arms around Brittany, "We wanted to know if you remembered what happened on B's birthday."
He chuckled, "Fuck yeah I do. It was epic."
"Can you tell us?" Brittany asked.
"Yeah," he took a deep breath, "Let me see. You got us dropping off the lightweights at like one right?"
"Yeah," Santana put her head on Brittany's shoulder, "Fast forward to that party we went to."
"Oh okay," Puck went on. "Well it went down like this…"
Puck was walking along the sidewalk to the next party with an arm around Brittany and one around Santana. Oh yes he was a stud. He could feel them holding hands behind his back but he didn't care. The two hottest girls at school were out partying with him
Anyway, he heard about this party from some college dude he was talking to at the gas station. The trio had been to their fair share of college parties, but the guy promised that this one was going to put them all to shame.
"Damn," Puck saw the massive house strobe and vibrate with a deep bass beat.
The slightly drunk girls on his arms both giggled and they all made their way to inside.
"Dude," the guy from the gas station smiled at Puck and the girls, "You made it."
Puck took his arm off of Santana to shake hands with the guy who had a name, but Puck couldn't remember. He felt Brittany being peeled off of him by Santana and then watched them walk off because damn it was amazing to watch them walk away.
He made his way to the keg and got three beers because he saw some guys stop the girls as they made their way to the booze. He bit down on the lip of his cup and carried the other two in his hands. When he got to them he put his arms around them again simultaneously handing them their beer. When they each took theirs, he took his out of his mouth and hitched his chin to the guys, "Sup."
The guys that were hitting on them sort of grumbled and walked off while Puck donned a smirk. He watched as Santana finished her beer in a few gulps and Brittany followed suit. Then Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and forcefully pulled Brittany to her, sending their lips crashing together.
God he loved Santana. And Brittany. Especially when they were making out.
"You're such a perv!" Santana yelled at the phone.
"Do you want to hear the story or not?" he asked, "It's what happened."
Santana buried her head behind Brittany with a loud groan. The blonde giggled and added to Puck, "Keep going."
Anyway, Santana and Brittany stumbled off somewhere and it was obvious that he wasn't going to get any from those two tonight so he needed to find some. Luckily there was a group of girls sitting on the couch all slightly drunk and giggling to each other. He sat on the coffee table in front of them and offered to get them all drinks.
"Okay, I don't need to know if you got some or not," Santana interrupted, "I remember what we were doing."
"What were we doing?" Brittany asked.
"Body shots in the kitchen," Santana answered with a sly smirk.
"And you didn't come get me?" Puck whined.
"Just get on with the story."
Anyway, he found them later. Sitting on the stairs and leaning on each other giggling uncontrollably. "You ready to go?"
Brittany nodded and stood up, helping Santana to her feet. They leaned on each other and started walking down the sidewalk leaving Puck to follow. After a few seconds of walking, Brittany asked, "What can you do when you're eighteen?"
"You can…" Santana trailed off.
"Vote," Puck chimed in, "Go to the pen."
"Pen?" Brittany asked.
"Prison," Santana explained, "You can have credit cards."
"You can buy cigarettes," Puck put his hands in his pockets, "You can go to clubs. Get married. Get divorced…."
Brittany had since stopped listening. She looked at Santana who was donning a rather thoughtful face for being so drunk.
She watched as Santana took off the ring on her hand and slid it into her pocket. When Santana looked up, she saw Brittany looking at her and blushed profusely. Brittany smiled at the adorableness of the blush.
Santana slid her arm around Brittany and led them to the park down the street without her two companions noticing that they were going to wrong way to get to Puck's house.
Puck looked around, "What are we doing here?"
Santana ignored him. She slid her hand into Brittany's and pulled the blonde to the slide. She gestured for Brittany to climb up. The blonde went up to the top and sat down. Then she felt Santana sit behind her with her legs on either side of her. Santana took Brittany's left hand and whispered something into her ear.
"I couldn't hear it," Puck added, "But when you two slid down the slide you told me you were going to get married and I had to come with you."
Brittany lulled her head to the side and placed a chaste kiss on Santana's neck. She definitely remembered what Santana had said. She quietly repeated it in Santana's ear, "This is where we met. I knew we were supposed to be best friends forever when we were six. Now I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. I know I don't ever tell you enough and I probably won't ever be able to, but I think I can love you enough for forever. Marry me?"
Santana smiled and stroked Brittany's hair, "Pretty good for a drunk huh?"
Puck went on with the rest of the story about how they got to the chapel and how he got them a deal on the mugs and t-shirts, but they weren't listening anymore.
Santana kissed Brittany sweetly on the lips and rested her forehead on Brittany's to confess, "I've been practicing that speech for almost a year."
The blonde looked surprised, "Really?"
"Yeah," Santana answered nervously.
Brittany kissed her with a ferocity that only came with an untamed love. Santana moaned into the kiss, not able to stop it.
"Please tell me you're video taping whatever you're doing," Puck's voice cut through the air.
Santana blindly reached over to the table and fumbled with it for a second before managing to hang up on Puck before surrendering all control to Brittany.
When Santana woke up the next time, it's because of knocking on the front door. She tried to stretch, but she found it impossible. She looked down and realized why. Brittany was sleeping soundly on top of her; a purple blanket Santana didn't recognize covering them both.
She managed to slide out from under Brittany and grab the throw off of the armchair. She wrapped it around herself and went to the front door. When she opened it, no one was there, but there was a gift basket on the front porch. The centerpiece of the basket was a large bottle of sparkling cider. Santana picked up the basket with one hand and held up the throw with the other. She walked back inside and kicked the door closed behind her.
She plucked the card out from between one of the champagne flutes and the cider. She read over it, a smile forming on her face.
Congratulations. We love you. Me especially. - Dad
P.S. Your mother has a surprise for both of you when you get back.
Santana laughed which inadvertently woke up Brittany. The blonde sleepily looked up at Santana before laying back down on the couch, curling into a ball, "Cute dress."
The brunette chuckled and looked down at herself, "It's not a dress…" she trailed off realizing how cute it actually looked, "yet."
"What's in the basket?" Brittany stretched, the length of her body taking up the couch.
Santana set it down on the coffee table and sat next to it. She carefully opened the bottle and poured some for both of them. Brittany sat up and accepted her flute, looking expectantly at Santana.
"Well, I don't remember what I said for our vows," Santana let out a soft smile, "But we can try again now."
The blonde nodded wrapping the purple blanket around her torso. She looked thoughtfully at Santana and bit her lip, "I don't care whatever happens to us. I know that if you're there, I'll be okay and I'll try my best to make sure you're okay too."
Santana smiled and kissed Brittany. "Um, I will stand in line with you for every audition you want me to even if it's raining or freezing or both because I know you're going to be an amazing professional dancer."
The blonde giggled. "I love you. Always. I knew I would when we met on the slide."
"Me too," Santana tapped her glass to Brittany's. They both took a drink and quickly disposed of the glasses in favor of each other's lips.