Chapter 5- apoligies

"Hey San, you coming to Puck's party tonight?" Quinn asked, "Sure, I plan on getting wasted" Santana smirked looking at her bestfriend. "So ladies, party tonight, my place, coming?" Puck asked, walking towards them, "we were literally just talking about that babe, we'll be there" Quinn grinned. Happy with the answer, Puck walked off to talk to his football buddies. "I better Text Brittany tell her to cancel tutoring tonight" Santana thought out loud, "how's that going?" Quinn asked "yeah it's going well, I've gone up a grade and stuff" Santana replied, typing out her text;

To Brittany: No session tonight. Going to a party at Puckermans.

From Brittany: Okay JHave fun, be careful

To Brittany: You're not my mum

From Brittany: It's called being caring. Forget I said anything

Huffing, Santana decided to put her hpone away and not text back. "What's up with you?" Quinn asked "just the nerd telling me to be careful tonight, like seriously, she isn't my mother" Quinn rolled her eyes, "she was just being nice S. You don't have to be so harsh" Santana rolled her eyes, "whatever. I'm going home, cant be arsed to stay for the rest of the day. See you tonight" Quinn said her goodbye and walked off to her class. Santana walked to the school parking lot and got into her car, just as she was about to pull out, she saw Brittany giving her a disapproving look across the yard. Ignoring the guilt in her stomach, she drove off. One good thing about Santana's parents barely being home, she could go home from school early and not get lectured off them. Although, she had a feeling that she would get one off Brittany. Santana had no idea why Brittany even gave a crap, or tried to give a crap.

Just as she pulled into her drive, her phone began to buzz;

From Brittany: pretty sure you're not suppose to skip classes.

To Brittany: and I'm pretty sure that we said that you couldn't text me unless it was about tutoring

From Brittany: actually, you said that, I never agreed. Its not going to do your grades any good if you don't attend classes.

To Brittany: it doesn't really matter, my last lesson is Spanish. If you hadn't noticed, I'm kind of fluent in it

From Brittany: whatever. It's your grade that's going to mess up, not mine.

To Brittany: Exactly. So stop giving a crap about them.

Santana knew it was harsh but it annoyed her that Brittany cared so much. Apart from her parents (mostly her mum) she had never met someone who cared so much about her and it aggravated her. As seen as she didn't have to meet Quinn for at least four more hours, she decided to put on some music and get some revising done. Just so she can be ready for when Brittany springs a surprise quiz on her. Whilst researching Al Capone she noticed he had a massive scar down his face, wondering what it was about, she decided to text her tutor.

To Brittany:what's Al's scar on his face all about, is that why there is a movie called scarface?

From Brittany: he basically pissed off this guy he was waiting, he wouldn't stop flirting with this guys sister, so he had his face slashed. He never liked to have pictures on the scar side after that. As for the movie, I'm not entirely sure, you'll have to google that

To Brittany:Okay thanks, I've got to go now.

Truth is, Santana didn't really have to go, she just didn't want to start an actual conversation with Brittany. Their texting was strictly professional contrary to the blonde's beliefs. As she continued to study, Santana soon lost track of time and realised that it was time to get ready.

Having a shower, she got dressed in a skin tight dress, did her make up and put on her jewellry, then left to meet Quinn at Puck's house. When she got there, the party was in full swing and Quinn already had a line of shot's waiting for her. "Heeeey S! where've you been?" Quinn slurred "Getting ready, I see you didn't hesitate to start" Santana laughed, Quinn was always such a light weight. "Well, I though I might as well. I'm staying heeere tonight anyway" She slurred again. Chuckling, Santana took her line of shots and made her way to the dance floor. Being the hot piece of ass she is, it didn't take long for the boys and some girls to start dancing with her. She was smoking, and everyone knew it. "Hey there baby, want to get a drink?" A sleezy drunk jock asked her, "Sorry Karofsky, you know im gay" Dave Karofsky mumbled something and walked away, annoyed at the fact he got rejected. Not that Santana would date him if she was straight. As seen as everyone insisted on buying her drinks, the Brunette managed to get pretty drunk, pretty fast. She found herself checking her phone every 2 minutes to see if she had a text off of Brittany. She hadn't. "Why do you keep on checking your phone, you're at one of my infamous house parties, are you bored?" Puck asked, feigning offence, "or are you waiting for a text off that blonde chick that's been tutoring you?" Santana's face drained from colour. "No. why would I be texting her?" she asked nervously, "Oh come on. She may be a nerd but she's hot and I can tell you like her, no matter how much you bully her" Puck replied, his face softening, "I don't know what you're on about Puckerman, but you better zip it" Santana grumbled, walking into the kitchen to do another line of shots.

It had been 4 hours and the time was 11pm. It was safe to say that Santana was way past drunk. She was so drunk that she had become emotional, and all she seemed to want was Brittany. So she texted her;

To Brittany: come and gettt me form puckhheads place?

From Brittany: are you drunk?

To Brittany: sortaaa come get me?

From Brittany: on my way, stay outside.

Around five minutes later, Brittany turned up in her Silver BMW. Santana stumbled into the car and seatbelted herself in. "Damn Brittz, you's got a nice car" Santana slurred, "Thanks, lets get you home" Brittany smiled "Thankyou for coming to get me. You're the coolest" Brittany kept quiet.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence and when they got to Santana's, Brittany had to help her into her house and up to her room. She waited for Santana to get into pyjamas and helped her into bed. Just as she was about to leave, Santana snapped her hand out and caught the blonde's wrist, causing her to turn around. "Stay with me?" It was more of a quiet plea. "I don't think that's a good idea Santana" Brittany sighed. Santana's eyes began to fill with tears. "Please Britty, my parents are away for work and I don't like being all alone. Please stay. I need someone to cuddle with". Giving in, Brittany walked over to the other side of Santana's bed and slid in beside her. She was the big spoon, apparently. "Im really sorry for everything ive done Britt. Ive been such a bitch to you, you deserve way better. I don't know why reputation is so important to me, but just know, Im sorry for ever treating you like shit, I wish we could be friends" Brittany shushed the girl and held her close, whispering into her ear that everything was going to be okay and that it didn't matter, they both soon fell asleep.

The next morning, Brittany woke up and decided to leave Santana a note before leaving;

Morning,

Hope you're feeling Okay, you got pretty emotional last night.

I ran to the shop to get you some painkillers,

They're next to the coffee pot.

-Brittany x