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Chapter 6

It was getting late. No, actually it was getting early.

I looked around the room wearily from where I was slumped down on the couch, Brittany's head on my lap and Quinn's on my right shoulder, my eyes burning from being so tired.

Since Kurt, Blaine and Rory, supporting a beyond wasted Sugar, had left some time ago, there were only a few of us left in the living room.

Mercedes was sort of dancing with Sam, which, instead of finding annoying like I had done with Kurt and Blaine just a few hours ago, I actually smiled upon. They were really cute together. And maybe the fact that I had Brittany snuggling into my lap and my hand gently stroking through her hair made it easier not to get jealous at what others could so openly have.

Because I had realized that that was what had been bugging me before. Jealousy.

I was jealous at how everybody else had it so easy, and I was annoyed by how they still complained about their difficult love-lives all the time.

They had no idea what it was like for me. No idea. How hard it was. Being in love with someone you couldn't allow yourself to love.

The alcohol was clearly bringing down my walls, even the ones I had built around my heart so not even my own thoughts could get a look at it, and I felt so vulnerable. More vulnerable than I would if I were sitting here completely naked instead of in my bra, even though nobody could even hear what I was thinking.

It was like my own thoughts were invading my head and there was nothing I could do about it. Nothing I could do to stop them from yelling the truth at me. Sniff.

I felt the tears well up again and quickly bowed my head towards my right hand, which was a bit immobile because of Quinn's weight against my side, and swiped them away.

I didn't wanna cry again. It was exhausting and sort of embarrassing the next day, when everybody asked me if I was okay.

So I just resumed checking who was still in the room with us.

Behind Sam and Mercedes, in two chairs across the room, Teen Jesus and Mike were apparently discussing something of great profoundness or whatever, since Mike was gesticulating wildly and Teen Jesus was wrinkling his forehead in concentration and nodding along with his rant looking at the floor. Tina was sat to her boyfriend's feet, her head resting on his knees and a drunken smile on her lips.

A few feet to their right, Artie was balancing dangerously on the back wheels of his wheelchair, his eyes closed behind his slightly askew sitting glasses, and his head bobbing to the groovy music, which was still quietly playing in the background.

I craned my neck to see if someone was standing behind the couch I was sitting on with Britt and Quinn and noticed Puck leaning against the doorframe, a bottle of beer in his hands and a creepy look on his face. He was… he was…looking content or something. Weirdo.

Finn and Rachel had apparently never come back from upstairs as I didn't see or hear them anywhere. Eew. I hope they're just sleeping.

A loud bang made my heart jump and Brittany and Quinn stir against me. Artie had fallen backwards with his wheelchair and was now sprawled across the floor, his legs in the air as he was still stuck in the chair.

He looked like a bug that couldn't get on his feet again, just limbs flailing around like crazy. Well, at least his arms were, and his eyes were wide in shock.

I giggled softly, while Mercedes broke into laughter and Teen Jesus jumped over to help him back up. I saw him say something to Artie, to which Artie nodded in response and guessed he had asked if he was okay or something like that. He didn't look too hurt, so I turned away again and continued stroking through Britt's hair. Brittany sighed happily and it made me smile.

Fortunately the noise hadn't fully woken her and after fidgeting a little to get comfy again she seemed to be sound asleep again.

Quinn on the other hand was restless against my shoulder and after a few seconds of groaningly repositioning her head over and over, she slowly sat up straight and took a deep breath.

But taking in a really deep breath when you're as drunk she was is never helpful. She grimaced and put a hand in front of her mouth.

"Whow! Hey, I'm warning you! If you puke on me or Britt I'm gonna kill you!" I whispered quickly in order not to wake the other blonde in my lap, but all the while, put a supporting hand against her back and looked at her with worry.

I know Quinn and I didn't really get along most of the time. Especially lately. But I had really liked how close we had been just now, with her head resting peacefully against my side. It had felt like back when we were kids, after she had fallen asleep during one of our movie-nights.

She would always rest her head against my shoulder like that and sometimes even hold my hand because I had made her watch a scary movie with me. I used to tell her that she was being silly and that I wasn't scared at all, but that she could hold my hand if she wanted to, when in reality I had been just as scared by the movie. But I had always wanted to see and do stuff I wasn't allowed, I just didn't wanna be scared alone, so I had made her watch with me. And she always did.

She had been my best friend back then. My only friend really…until I met Brittany in middle school. I know that from then on I had neglected Quinn. I would only do stuff with Brittany and her together or just with Brittany anymore. It had almost never been just the two of us ever again and after a while she had pulled away for good. Or maybe I had. The thing is…I really missed her from time to time.

Sure, we still hung out and appeared like we were sort of close. But it was nothing compared to what we had had back then. Sometimes I wondered if we would ever have that again. I hope so…

I was rubbing light, calming circles on Quinn's back. She had her head buried in her hands and was slightly hunched over with her elbows on her knees. She looked tired.

"You okay? Wanna share a cab ride home? You can sleep at my house too, if you want." I said in a low voice. I knew her parents didn't approve of her staying out so late or coming home drunk. But weirdly enough they didn't mind her staying at a friend's house as long as it wasn't a boy. I guess they figured she wasn't their responsibility then. I didn't like her parents that much. They didn't really seem to care for her.

I think she was a bit surprised at the sentiment, because she didn't answer right away. Or maybe she was just more wasted then I thought. Either way, it took a few seconds before I saw her nod her head.

"Okay good." I murmured. "We should probably head out soon anyway, or else I'mma have to carry this one." I jerked my head towards Brittany, which was totally unnecessary as Quinn's hands still pressed into her eyes.

"Kay." She croaked weekly and I sat up a bit and started cautiously shaking Brittany awake by her left shoulder. She moaned and nestled her head into my thighs.

"Britt-Britt. Come on, wake up. We gotta go home." I spoke towards her ear, leaning down a bit so she would hear me.

"Nnnnh…" she murmured and shook her head the tiniest bit.

I grinned. She is so cute when she's sleepy. Cute and cuddly. I wish we didn't have to move.

"Come on. Or do you want me to tickle you awake." At this her head jerked up and she protested even louder.

I was starting to tickle her, but she just squealed and turned around really fast, so that now, she was hugging around my middle and squeezing me real tight.

"Hff…Britt! You're squeezing too tight." I heard a muffled giggle coming from below and felt it vibrate against my stomach. It sent chills down my spine.

"Sorry." She turned her head and sleepily blinked up at me, loosening her grip somewhat but not fully releasing me.

I smiled down at her. "S'okay. But I think Quinn really wants to go now." I said, eyeing Quinn, who was still hunched over but now swaying a little.

Brittany finally untangled herself from my body and sat up to my left side. She looked over at Quinn and then looked at me and nodded understandingly.

She stood up and went over to Quinn, laying a hand on her shoulder.

"You okay to go, Q?" She asked sweetly, going down to her knees and looking up at the girl's face from below. She is so loving and caring to everybody. I felt something twitch in my chest but pushed it away. I had to get us home.

"Mhmm" Quinn nodded and yawned. Brittany stood back up again and helped Quinn to her feet. She was a bit unsteady but didn't seem to be too nauseous, which I was grateful for. I was pretty good at not puking from alcohol, unless I heard or saw someone else throw up.

We walked around the couch, Britt supporting Quinn by the waist and me going behind them, and made it to the front door. Puckerman had vanished from the doorframe. When I was about to pull out my cell, Brittany suddenly turned around and murmured "Shirt! Sanny, my shirt!"

"Oh yeah." I went back to the living room to look for both of our shirts, and found them hanging over the TV. As I turned around to walk back to the front door I heard someone say my name.

I looked around and saw Tina and Mercedes sitting by Mike's feet, waving and calling goodbye. Mike, too, gave a little wave and Teen Jesus smiled and nodded.

I furrowed my brow in confusion and was about to drop a bitchy comment, but I stopped.

They're being sweet, Santana. – But why? – Does it matter? - They're being weird. - Brittany's weird – But Brittany's the good kinda weird. – Whatever, just play nice.

I stiffly returned the smile and threw my hand up in a goodbye, before I left the room and joined Brittany in her attempt to stop Quinn from turning around and looking for a jacket she hadn't even worn when she came here.

After a few seconds' struggle I managed to convince her she hadn't brought a jacket, while Brittany called us a cab.

She told me they had said they'd be here in five minutes, so I went to the kitchen to get us some bottled water and a bag or two for the ride.

A few minutes later I scooted onto the backseat after Quinn, and Brittany got in from the other side.

I told the driver my address and he took off into the night.

During the ten minute long drive I kept my gaze out the window and just listened to Brittany who had quietly started to hum some calming melody. Quinn had leaned her head onto Brittany's shoulder and I felt strangely alone but at the same time not alone at all as I recognized the melody Brittany was humming.

It was 'You've got a Friend' by Carole King.

I had sung that song to Brittany once when she had asked me to sing for her when she was sick. She had asked me to sing a song we could make our song.

I had wanted to sing 'Songbird' to her.

I had sung that one instead.

She loved it.

Okay so I hope you liked it. I find the Quinntana friendship is way too sweet to ingnore and should be way more pornounced in the series.

Also i wanted to say that Kurt and Finn don't live together yet in my story. Their parents are dating though. Like i said...my story is not entirely consistant with stuff from Glee.

SONG: add www. youtube at the beginning of this url: .com/watch?v=1VsnaGPIJ8U

it's really beautiful and i think it also says a lot about how Santana feels about brittany and how much she's fighting with herself to be able to show britt that. By singing that to her she already made a huge step i think...

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