A/N: So here's the seventh chapter. I'm visiting Seattle so I haven't been able to update as often, but I will still update every once in a while.
Emily's POV
Fortunately, we made it to my house without crashing the car. I had been lying about how much alcohol I had, and I was trashed. But, Santana was in even worse shape than I was. When I opened the door, she almost fell out of the car. Fortunately, I was there to catch her. She looked up into my eyes and reached up, cupping my cheek.
"Emily. I love… I love Britt," she said, slurring her words and grabbing onto me.
I shook my head at her and sat down, pulling her down next to me. It probably wasn't the best time for her to be standing. I put my arm around her and hugged her.
"I know," I said.
She put her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. I felt my eyes begin to close too. Shit. This was definitely not the place for us to fall asleep.
"Santana… We need to go upstairs. We can't stay down here."
"Mh," she mumbled, "I don wanna go anywhere."
She snuggled closer into me and I sighed. I stood up and dragged Santana with me up the stairs to my room. She walked in my room, looked around and sat down on the window seat. I walked over and sat next to her. She was swaying slightly in her seat and I grabbed her arm, steadying her. She leaned forward and put her head in her hands.
"Ugh. Where… where the hell are we."
"We're in my room Santana. I think you need to lie down."
She nodded her head and put her head on my lap, stretching out along the window seat. Her breathing got slower as she fell asleep. I ran my fingers through her soft hair, exposing her neck. Suddenly, I had the urge to kiss her. I leaned down and placed my lips on her neck, kissing it. She smiled and opened her eyes, lifting her head up to make eye contact with me. I leaned down again and placed my lips on hers. She kissed me back and ran her tongue along my bottom lip. I allowed my mouth to open and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance and she pulled me on top of her, her hands resting on my hips.
It was weird, being on top of her. She seemed like more of a top girl than a bottom girl. I felt her hands move upward, ghosting along my sides and up to my breasts. I moaned as she gently squeezed my breasts, sending heat directly to my center. She laughed and pulled back looking into my eyes.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I breathed, "We're drunk and- and I can tell you've been thinking about her."
She bit her lip. "You're right… I'm so sorry."
"I was the one who kissed you. It's my fault. I should be sorry, not you," I said, sitting up.
"No. It's fine. I get it, trust me, I now what it's like to be lonely when you're drunk."
I got up and grabbed a blanket from my bed, spreading it out on top of the Latina.
"Night," I said, kissing her forehead and heading over to my own bed. I crawled in underneath the covers and pulled them up on top of me. I stared up at the ceiling before allowing my eyes to close.
The Next Morning
I startled awake, my eyes flying open. I hated having those dreams. The ones where Ali was coming to me. Kissing me. Then pulling back and falling over dead.
I looked down to see a tan arm wrapped around my waist. Santana. She was nuzzling my neck and I could feel her breasts pressing up against my back. We were spooning. I carefully slipped out of her grasp and stood up, walking over to my closet. I stripped down to my underwear and pulled on a shirt.
"Wow Em. I never would have guessed you for a boy shorts kind of girl."
I looked over my shoulder to see Santana grinning. She laughed then grimaced and put a hand to her head.
"Wow," I said, "That must be one killer hangover."
She groaned and rolled over, burying her head in the pillows. I pulled on some shorts and walked to the bathroom. I grabbed a glass of water and an aspirin before returning to my room and sitting next to Santana. I rubbed her back and pulled her into a sitting position. She took the aspirin and put it into her mouth, and drinking all of the water. I took the glass and put it on the nightstand and watched as Santana slowly got up and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked over at the clock.
"Holy shit," she said, quickly standing up and turning to look at me, "It's like one in the afternoon. Don't we have school?"
I laughed. "No, it's Saturday."
She sighed and sat back down, grabbing her phone and texting her mom.
"I just told my mom that I wouldn't be home for a while. Can I crash here tonight too?"
"Sure. You can anytime you want. Are you still mad at your parents?"
"Yeah. It's just not fair. I had to leave everything behind. School… My friends… and Bri-"
She stopped, covering her face with her hands, her body shaking as she sobbed silently. I moved over next to her and wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly.
"Hey… hey… it's going to be okay."
When she stopped crying and sat up I wiped a few tears from her cheek.
"Do you have any food?" she said, clearly trying to change the subject.
I nodded my head and lead her downstairs, opening the fridge. I motioned to the food.
"Help yourself," I said as I stepped to the side and sat on the counter.
She looked around the fridge before reaching up to the top shelf to grab a can of whipped cream. As she stretched up to reach it, her shirt lifted up in the back, exposing a few inches of caramel skin. She grabbed the can and her shirt fell back down. I almost felt disappointed. No. Scratch that. I was disappointed.
"Em. Hey Em?" she said. Man my nickname sounded even better falling from her lips than any of my other friends. Oh god. Those lips. I couldn't even start to imagine what they would feel like on mine. "Do you want anything?"
I shook my head and she shut the fridge, taking the cap off the whipped cream simultaneously. She tipped her head back and sprayed the cream into her mouth and swallowed it, licking the stray cream off her lips.
"So it seems that my friends like you," I said, trying to keep my thoughts away from the Latina's lips.
"Yeah. I don't really remember that much about last night. What I do remember, though, is that Hanna had some really good vodka. But thank god I didn't have to taste it a second time."
"Yeah. That would really suck," I said, nodding my head and motioning for her to pass the whipped cream.
She threw it to me and I sprayed it into my mouth, letting the cream fill my mouth and melt on my tongue.
A/N: So I finally got this chapter up. Any ideas for the next chapter? Should I have Santana and Emily hook up in it or in the one after? They will definitely hook up in the next couple chapters.
