Hey guys! so so so so sorry for taking freakin' ages to update this! i really don't have any excuse that won't sound ' so la la' ^^ i hope you'll have mercy on me... this one's longer ...hehe. sorry again and please enjoy and review
Chapter 7
When we turned into my street, I blindly rummaged in my small purse to find the money to pay the cap driver. I didn't find it right away though and when we got to my house the driver stopped the car and looked expectantly at me in the rearview mirror.
I felt myself getting annoyed at the impatience he was showing. He should be thankful none of us puked. Loser.
I let out a frustrated grunt and after a few seconds I just pulled my searching hand out of the tiny purse. I looked at the things in my hand. Lipstick, tiny fragrance bottle, my keys, Britt's keys, a small, folded age-worn note and a 20 dollar bill.
I handed him the money and he put it in his ugly, brown wallet that was already lying open and waiting on his lap. He made no move to give me my two dollar change.
"Um, don't you think you forgot something?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
He smiled coldly and tapped on the taximeter. It said `20'.
That asshole left it running while I looked for his fucking money? Are you kidding me?
"Are you fucking serious? You don't think I'll just – "
"Sanny" I felt a hand on my left arm. I looked over at Brittany, who had Quinn tucked under her right arm and was looking at me with tired eyes.
"Fine!" I hissed and pushed open my door. I went around the back of the car and helped Brittany get Quinn out, who seemed to be too tired to stand on her own again.
I would have loved to bang the door shut as forcefully as I could but I didn't want my neighbors to complain to my parents again when they got home. So instead I closed the door carefully and opted to show the ass of a driver the finger when he drove away with a mocking 'thank you'.
We had to almost drag Quinn to my front door, where I sat her down so Britt wouldn't have to hold her up while I unlocked the door for us, because she was still pretty out of it, even with the cold night air.
It's not like Britt wasn't strong enough to hold Quinn up on her own – hell, Britt was so strong she could have probably lifted any one of us and carried them for miles – but I thought she must be really tired and I didn't want her to have an aching back in the morning.
I fumbled with the keys for a little while before I realized they were Britt's. When I finally got the door unlocked Britt had sat down next to Quinn on the porch. She really looked tired.
"Hey Britt, I got it. Come on, let's get her inside." I said gently, crouching down beside her and stroking her shoulder. She let out a content hum and leaned back into me. My balance tumbled under her weight and I fell back so I was sitting behind her.
"Just a little bit, Sanny, please. Let's just sit out here for a little bit longer." She whispered and I noticed her eyes were closed when I shifted closer to her and looked at her from the side.
I smiled. She looked so peaceful in the moonlight. So beautiful.
"Okay Britt-Britt. Whatever you want." I cooed quietly and scooted closer to her, snaking my legs around her so her body was situated between them. She let herself fall back against me and sighed happily.
I draped my arms under hers and joined them over her taut stomach.
She smiled again and put her hands over mine. "This is nice." She yawned as she intertwined our fingers as best as she could.
"Yeah" I sighed and laid my head on her left shoulder, so I was looking over at Quinn.
The honey-blonde was sitting to our left, her head resting against the corner post of the banister. She was breathing evenly and looked fast asleep.
I wondered if she was okay. She hadn't been her strong, confident self lately and I was starting to get worried. Maybe she was thinking about Beth. If I remembered correctly, her birthday was coming up.
I filed those thoughts away and made a plan to ask her about it in the morning and to be nice about it for once. Quinn really didn't need any of my usual crab right now.
Even if she knew I didn't mean it. We never meant. The others didn't get that, but the two of us knew we loved each other. At least we used to. I hope she still knows. I hope she knows I love her.
I sighed quietly and turned my head to snuggle into Britt's neck. She smelled so good. I took a deep breath and tried to take it all in, so I could remember it forever.
Her smell, the way her body felt against mine, the calming fire that burned on my hands as she traced lazy patterns across them with her thumbs, the light tickle of her hair against my face and shoulder.
I never wanted to forget that. I never wanted to forget her.
I was relieved she was pressed so tightly against me, because I felt a little dizzy. I guess I was still pretty drunk and I was glad I had something to hold onto.
I listened for any sign of movement from Quinn and when I only heard her calm breathing I slipped my right hand out from under Britt's and used it to stroke away her beautiful blonde hair from my face and her neck.
As my fingers brushed against her skin I saw goose bumps erupt where I touched her. I felt her body tense in anticipation and grinned. Slowly I traced my right hand back over her back and shoulder, down her right arm and up again. She shivered against me.
"Mmmh… San" she mumbled and at the sound of her voice I couldn't hold back any longer. I placed a light kiss on her neck, just beneath the hairline and dragged the fingernails of my right hand down her side. She shivered again and I heard her draw in a sharp breath.
I kissed the same spot over and over and Brittany turned her head away from me so I had better access to continue my assault on her neck.
Her skin felt warm and soft against my lips and I started nibbling on her pulse point below her ear. I knew she loved that and the confirmation came immediately as Brittany arched her back slightly and let out a shaking breath.
Feeling her body react this strongly to my comparably tame motions, I couldn't hold back a sigh of my own and felt my hands start kneading her hips and thighs of their own accord.
She shifted in front of me and before I could even open my eyes I felt her lips against mine. I moaned at the sudden contact and drew my hands up to cup her face, stroking her soft cheeks with my thumbs.
In that moment I just didn't care. I didn't care if Quinn was really asleep or not and I didn't care if the neighbors might see and I didn't care that I was far too drunk to know that I really should care about all those things
She was now kneeling upright between my legs on the porch step just below the one I was sitting on, which meant that she was still a little bit taller than me like it was when we were standing. I liked our height difference. I didn't know why, I just knew it felt right somehow.
She kissed me deeply, her hands roaming over my back and I felt so light. Like I was just about to float away or something. Just then her tongue brushed over my lips and I hungrily parted them, wanting nothing more than to feel her tongue dancing with mine.
She was aggressive and forceful and it took my breath away. I felt my whole body tingle as she pressed herself impossibly closer to me and moaned into my mouth. Her body was now flush against mine and I felt myself get wet as she rolled her body into me, her pubic bone pressing against my center.
"Mmh! Britt" I sighed. Turning my head away, so I could give my oxygen deprived brain some relieve. She just hummed and started sucking on my neck. I pressed myself into her and grabbed her shoulder blades for support.
My mind was so foggy, I didn't notice anything around us until I saw some movement in the corner of my eye. I turned to look what it was and froze.
For the tiniest second I thought I saw Quinn's eyes staring right at us, but in the blink of an eye she seemed asleep again. But suddenly I cared again.
The shock was there and Brittany must have felt me tense against her, because she stopped kissing and nibbling my neck and turned to look at me instead.
"What's wrong?" she asked huskily, her piercing blue eyes searching mine.
"Nothing" I croaked and after clearing my throat – and my head – I added: "I think we should go inside."
I didn't wait for her reply and stood up without looking at her. I glanced at Quinn and felt a cold shiver run down my spine. It wasn't a good shiver like it had been just a minute ago.
Is she sitting differently? Oh my god, she moved. She's awake! She saw everything and now she's gonna tell everybody I'm a – No. Calm the fuck down. Everybody moves in their sleep. Hell, Britt even accidentally kicked you out of bed once. Just act like nothing happened.
While I had been struggling with my own thoughts again, Brittany had crawled over to where Quinn was leaning against the post and was now gently shaking her shoulder.
"Quinn. Quinn, wake up. Santana says we're going inside."
I flinched at her words. 'Santana says'. She had stated it as if it were the most natural thing… that I decided for the both of us. And she didn't even question it.
I'm a horrible person! She must be so confused. It must seem like I play her hot and cold. Like I don't even care. I'm so bossy. I can't always tell her what to do. She doesn't deserve this.
"Britt, I just think it's getting cold … you know? Just… maybe we should go inside?" I eyed her nervously, but she didn't seem to have heard me. At least I thought so, because she didn't respond right away.
Only when she had managed to help Quinn up, did she turn to me and look me straight into the eyes. I gulped when I saw the emotions there.
"I know" she whispered. "I know."
For a second neither of us moved. Then Quinn groaned sleepily and I hurried to open the door for them.
As Britt moved passed me she smiled at me sadly and my heart ached so bad.
I couldn't sleep.
I was lying on my back on the far right side of my bed with my hands joined on my stomach. Britt was already asleep next to me, her head so close to mine that I felt her breath hit my cheek in even waves. Her right arm snaked securely over my waist.
We had managed to get Quinn to wake up a little and put on a sleep shirt and some shorts I had handed her.
While Britt and I had silently brushed our teeth in the bathroom she had crawled into bed and immediately fallen back asleep, so when we had come back into my room, Britt and I had gotten in on the other side of the bed.
The three of us had slept in my bed on various occasions before, so we were used to the arrangements. Since it was my bed I had a specific side I always slept on. Quinn had known as much when the three of us had shared the bed the first time, when we were eleven.
What she hadn't known was that Britt also had had her side in my bed. That we had our sides, and that it was more like our bed anyway, even back then. But it hadn't mattered, since Britt hadn't insisted on sleeping on her side. Or maybe she had. I guess it depended on what was considered her side. The left side of my bed, or just the place next to me.
Back then I hadn't even thought about it. To me it had been clear that Britt would be sleeping next to me. And since I liked to sleep near the edge of the bed, that had meant that Quinn would be sleeping on the other side of the bed.
But now everything was different.
Britt still slept next to me, but now I wondered.
I wondered if Quinn had been sad back then. Sad that Britt had apparently replaced her so easily as the one who was always by my side. I wondered if Quinn had thought it meant that I didn't like her as much anymore. That I had chosen Brittany over her.
The thing is, I hadn't. I had never chosen Brittany.
We had just met and that had been it. From then on it had just been her. With everything.
I wondered if it was the same for Brittany. Did she feel the same way? Was I it for her?
Probably not. Britt loves a lot of people the same. She just does. She smiles at them and is nice to them. She's not like me.
These thoughts frustrated me and I let out a quiet sigh. Brittany stirred a little and snuggled even closer, draping her leg over both of mine just like her arm laid over my waist.
I closed my eyes and just felt her. The soothing slow pace of her breathing and the faint smell of her skin calmed me and before I knew it, sleep had claimed me as well.
"Uugh" I heard someone groan.
Slowly I became aware of my surroundings. I felt my soft mattress beneath me and something warm pressed against my back. And I felt pain.
My head was throbbing and my eyes felt like they were being stabbed by lasers.
"Oh god, I think I'm gonna be sick" I heard the voice moan again and this time I could tell it was Quinn's, just as I felt the mattress shift slightly beneath me.
I turned my head slowly and carefully blinked in the direction Quinn's voice had just come from. However in the second it took my eyes to adjust to the bright light that was streaming in from my window, I heard a door open and when I could finally see properly, Quinn had already vanished into my bathroom.
I looked down over my shoulder and saw a mess of blond hair sprawled over the pillow Britt and I had apparently been sharing. She was still fast asleep and it took me a second to realize what was going on.
Riiight. Rachel's party. I guess it didn't suck after all. Oh man, that's one nasty headache. But why is Quinn here?
I tried to recount what all had happened last night and was shocked to remember pretty much everything. Shocked because…
Holy fucking shit! Did I really make out with Britt on the porch last night? IN FRONT OF QUINN? Have I really gone insane now? Oh my god, and I totally had the strangest thoughts ever about Brittany. Was I really jealous of "Klaine"? Pleeease let me forget that again. Oh fuck! And I planted a hickey on her too! Shit! Everbody saw us go up there! Oh my god! RACHEL AND FINN saw! And I think they had sex…eeew. Whow…getting sidetracked! Bigger picture, Santana. Can you still see it?
I jerked around again and hastily, but carefully brushed Britt's hair away from her neck. It was faint, but it was there. A small hickey.
I relaxed a bit and laid back down on my back. Well, I guess that won't be too hard to cover up.
Britt stirred against me and mumbled something in her sleep. Cute. …Wait, what? Oh, don't you start that again!
I slightly shook my head, when I heard Quinn's muffled groan from the bathroom.
Gently I pulled Brittany's arm that was embracing me, away from my middle and got up slowly.
"Quinn? Are you okay?" I whispered when I got to the bathroom and poked my head in.
Quinn was sitting in front of the toilette, her arms on the seat and her head buried in them. She groaned again.
Poor Quinn. If I have a headache like this, I don't wanna know how she's feeling.
"Aaw, honey!" I surprised myself by saying and quickly added "guess someone doesn't know how to hold their liquor!"
Despite my snarky added comment I felt extremely bad for her and knelt down next to her, stroking light circles on her back.
She slowly turned her head in her arms and croaked out in the most pathetic voice I had ever heard.
"I'm dying!"
I pouted my lip out in sympathy and stroked some of her hair out of her face and behind her ear. She really looked awful.
I just couldn't hold back: "Aaaw! You look it too, sweety" I grinned and barely had to move to avoid her weak attempt at swatting me on the arm. That small movement however took it out of her and she turned impossibly paler and jerked her head back over the toilette.
For the next hour I helped Quinn get most of the toxins from last night out of her body until she finally regained some color to her face and said she felt it was safe to move back to my room.
When we got back to my room Brittany was just waking up and stretching and after sharing some 'good mornings and 'how are you feelings' we went down stairs to drink some coffee in my case, some water in Quinn's, and eat 3 pancakes and some hot chocolate I made in Brittany's. I swear, that girl is The Party queen. Hands down.
After we each had had our breakfast Quinn said she better go home so her parents don't freak out and we agreed to meet up later at the mall for some 'after party girls' day out' to reboot and retell what we remembered of the party. I had felt it was smarter to act as if my memory of last night was foggy at best.
So after we walked Quinn home, Britt and I took the bus to Finn's house to get my car.
When we got there we were surprised to see, that Mike's and Sam's cars were still there as well.
Seeing Sam's car made me realize that we had forgotten to take Mercedes home the night before and I wondered how she had gotten back to her parents' house after we had left.
Britt wanted to go in and say hi, but I convinced her that they'd probably still be all asleep and so we got into the car and drove to hers to get some new clothes for the both of us and maybe shower and sleep another round before we'd meet up with Quinn at the mall.
kay...again. sorry! and i hoped you liked it. school's still not quite over yet, but i'll really try to not keep you guys waiting as long as you had this time for chapter 8. tell me what you thought of this :D thanks
oh: and does anybody have an idea what that old note was that santana had in her purse? ^^
