Chapter 6
The moment the words leave his lips, everything goes black. I know he's still talking, I can see his lips moving, but what exactly he's saying, I'm not entirely sure.
"Excuse me," I blurt out as I try and walk away as fast as I can. I need air. I need to clear my head. I need Santana.
I start looking for her frantically, asking everyone and anyone if they've seen her. I stop dead in my tracks and start to look around the room by spinning in around in a circle. Both Santana and that girl Brittany are missing. My heart drops.
I look around some more before I notice Finn's annoying, new girlfriend singing karaoke with Blaine. If I wasn't on a mission I'd probably enjoy their performance, but I need to find Santana, and if I'm going to find her, I'm going to need to find Brittany first.
I walk up to them waiting for Rachel to finish her verse before tapping her on the shoulder and asking for Brittany.
"I don't know," she whispers in my ear. "Maybe try one of the bedrooms."
I'm pretty sure my heart it is in the pit of my stomach by now. The bedroom. The one place I haven't look, which means they have to be there. My heart drops even lower just thinking about them in there, together.
I zip around and head straight to the bedrooms, mulling over the latest turn of events.
"Alright, Puckster. I think it's time you found yourself a new partner."
Puck puts on his best hurt face, but it's playful so you know he's just joking. He then crosses an X over his chest, signaling a broken heart over Santana's words. When she walks off to the side, he extends his hand in my direction, asking me to be his partner. "What do you say, my lady?" I grab his hand thinking, why not. I haven't played beer pong since high school. It should be fun. I steal a quick glance to my left and notice Santana start to walk away from the table. I grab her arm instinctively, wondering why she's leaving.
"Where are you going?"
"Get some air. Too much beer," I nod and switch my focus to the game in front of me. I steal a quick glance while the beautiful brunette is still within eyesight. She looks amazing tonight.
I'm grateful when Mike and Tina finally beat us after we won at least 10 times, mostly because of Puck's skills. I'm not entirely sure how many games of beer bong Puck and I have played, but I do know that it was way too many because I start to feel a little hot and my inhibitions are slowly dwindling away. I follow Puck's lead and walk with him towards the kitchen but I get a little sidetracked when I notice Blaine's boyfriend, Kurt I think is his name, arguing with some blonde boy I had never seen before. I don't mean to eaves drop, but their words just keep getting louder and louder. I take a look around and nobody else has seemed to notice, and if they do, they are all just deciding to ignore it.
"Kurt, if you'd just let me explain… Five minutes is all I'm asking you for," I hear the blonde say, trying to grab the smaller boy's hand in the process.
The boy pulls his hand away and shoves him instead. He starts to shout, though I don't know what he is saying because I'm instantly rushing towards them trying to keep the argument from escalading.
"Everything okay here?" I ask as I stop right next to them. I contemplate getting in between them, but I don't want to literally get caught in the middle.
"Yes, Sam was just leaving. Weren't you?" he says, his eyes dead set on the blonde's.
I'm expecting another fight to break out. Instead, the blonde simply sighs, shrugs his shoulders and walks away. I stare at him out of the corner of my eyes and notice him steal a few glances from over his shoulder. There's history there, clearly.
"Thank you," I hear him say and I turn to face him and offer him an apologetic smile.
"I'm Quinn."
"I know. I saw you at the show the other day. I could never forget a beautiful blonde with an impeccable sense of fashion," I laugh, happy to know he remembers me. "You're Puck's girlfriend, right?"
I nod, "And you're Blaine's boyfriend."
"The one and only," he says, finally displaying a small smile.
We strike up a conversation and I realize early on that I really like this kid. He's sweet, funny, and charming. Hopefully we can become better friends. I notice Puck out of the corner of my eye, talking to some blonde girl in the kitchen. I wonder how he knows her, not because I'm jealous, but because I'm genuinely curious. She was extremely attractive. I then remember that she was the girl that kept calling Puck, Noah. I can't remember the last time someone called him that.
Puck would never cheat on me though. As much of a douche bag as he was in high school, stringing both Santana and I along for years, he finally grew up when Beth came into the picture. Sure, we didn't keep her, but the pregnancy itself, and the depression I faced afterwards, really made the three of us mature together.
Sometimes I wonder if Puck cheating would actually make me feel better about this whole thing, my relationship with Santana that is. I mean, I wasn't in love with her. How can I be if I'm not a lesbian?
I love Puck and although I may have sex with Santana, it was just sex. "Sex is not dating," she used to say back in high school when we tried to rationalize whatever it is that we were doing. The only reason I keep going back to having sex with Santana is because I enjoy it a lot more than sex with Puck, but at the end of the day, Puck is my boyfriend and the one I'm in love with. We have a kid together for crying out loud. Santana was simply just my friend, my best friend.
I tune back into the conversation before I feel an arm wrap around my shoulder. I know its Puck the moment I feel a small kiss on my cheek.
"What are you two going on about."
"Clothes," we blurt out at the same time, giggling at our synchrony.
"Lame. Hey Kurt, you're roommates with Brittany right?"
"How exactly do you know her?" I interject, curious as to where this Brittany girl came from.
"She a TA for that writing slash Woman's Studies class Santana and I are in."
" You go to NYU?" I hear Kurt say. I laugh when I notice the bewildered look on his face.
"He's actually pretty smart. Surprising, I know," I cut in.
"Not really, I just had the best tutors in high school that helped me get in." I laugh at the memory. Santana, Puck, and I had what seemed like a million sleepless nights to study for our classes, all in the name of NYU.
"Why NYU?" Kurt asks, and it's a question I never bothered asking Puck, which gets me curious.
"I just wanted to go wherever Quinn went. Music is my number one priority, so I would be fine with any college really."
I smile at his admission. Puck came to New York to be with me. It was sweet and it was just another reason why Puck was too good for me. The reason's why I came to New York had nothing to do with Puck, and everything to do with Santana. NYU was her first choice and I couldn't imagine going through college without her. She was my best friend after all. I give him a kiss, not entirely sure why. Maybe it's just another way to reassure myself that I want to be with Puck as much as he wants to be with me. My heart sinks a little at the idea that that may not be true.
"Anyway, you live with Brittany right."
"Yes," Kurt says right away. "We went to high school together back in Lima and we've been living together since we got to New York. We all got into Tisch, but Brittany decided last minute that she just wanted to study English."
"So you all sing?" I ask, curious.
"Yes. Well, Brittany is a dancer, a damn good one too. I don't know why she quit, though. We were all in Glee Club back then. National Champs our Senior Year."
I laugh at the idea of being in Glee Club. Sure, it sounded interesting, but back in our hometown, that would have been social suicide. Santana and I were Cheerios, not because we liked cheerleading, we just wanted to be on top.
"That sounds awesome. I wish I could sing," I say, feigning interest.
"Santana can sing," Puck chimes in. "She's shy about it though."
I laugh when I think back to junior year when Santana lost a bet against Puck and he made her sign up for the Talent Show. She won, surprisingly, singing some Amy Winehouse cover. "Valerie" I think it was called. After the competition though, she ran straight to the bathroom to throw up. Nerves got the best of her.
"Anyway, I wanted to ask you something about Brittany. Is she gay?"
My eyes go wide when Puck finishes the sentence. Why would he ask such a ridiculous and personal question? To the girl's roommate and probably best friend. I smack him across the back of the head, hoping to get my point across.
"Don't be rude. You can't just ask people that." I don't know why I'm so upset. I guess I just hate when Puck is inappropriate around other people.
I hear Kurt laugh and I turn my head to face him, "It's okay," he says. "Brittany is the last person in the world to get offended by that."
The more they say Brittany's name the more awkward I feel. It just feels weird talking about someone I didn't really know. I'd have to properly meet her.
"Brittany has had plenty of boyfriends, but never any girlfriends. But, let's just say she's quite the free spirit. She'd probably be up for anything."
"Perfect," I hear him say, a sly smile creeping on his face. What the hell was he thinking?
"Puck, we are not having a threesome with Brittany," I yell almost immediately.
I look over at Kurt who looks physically uncomfortable now by the turn of events, and Puck just continues to laugh.
"I wasn't asking for me, I was asking for Santana," he mumbles in between laughs.
"Santana? Is she the girl your always with at the shows?"
"Yes. She's our best friend and Puck's roommate," I tell Kurt before turning to Puck to ask what the hell he was talking about. "Oh come on, you saw how she snuck away from the beer pong table as soon as Brittany left." Was he serious? Did he really think Santana was into Brittany? She was her teacher for crying out loud.
"Santana is not gay." I spit back. Furious that he would even say something like that out loud in front of someone who was a complete stranger to Santana.
I feel a presence over my shoulder and I look up to see Finn standing over us, extending his hand out to Kurt.
"I'm still mad at you Finn," I hear Kurt say. "You shouldn't have invited Sam, or you should have at least told me well in advance."
"I know. I'm sorry. Please, let me make it up to you."
I know Kurt is contemplating whether or not to leave, so I give him a gentle squeeze on his leg, letting him know it's okay.
When he gets up and leaves, I turn my attention back to Puck, still furious.
"Why would you say that in front of Kurt. He doesn't even know Santana," I say as loud as possible without it being considered yelling. "What if he thinks you're serious?"
"I am though," he snaps back defensively. "Look, Santana and Brittany have been awfully close this past week. I think there is something going on with them."
"Santana is not gay," I say again. This time much more louder and angrier.
"I didn't say she was. But, who's to say she wouldn't try to coerce a grade out of our teacher. I mean, it's not like it's creepy, she's our age."
"Santana would never do something like that." I spit back, trying to get him to see my way. The more he talks, the angrier I get. I wish he'd just stop.
"Look, I don't know why she's doing it, I just know that something is going on. There has to be. I went through her phone, and she has Brittany's number in there. Why would she have her number if she were just her teacher? I mean, Santana stayed after class every single day this week," he stops for a minute before chiming back in. "And I know they've been going on dates. I heard them talk about some lunch date yesterday when I stayed after class to invite Brittany to the party."
I immediately think back to last Friday when I went to Santana's favorite Thai restaurant to pick up her favorite meal. We had gotten into a fight that morning because I had gone to see Puck's band play instead of going to listen to her reading. I was on my way to the restaurant when I saw Santana sitting outside of a small diner with a blonde woman I had never seen before.
I don't know what came over me when I saw her. Maybe it was jealousy. But as soon as I saw her, I felt the sudden need to get back into her good graces. Within five seconds I had already planned an elaborate dinner for her, hoping she'd find a way to forgive me.
I was beside myself that night. I was anxious, generous, and full of apologies. Her face was full of confusion the entire time.
I look back up to Puck when I hear him say, "I know they are together. They have to be."
The moment the words leave his lips, everything goes black. I know he's still talking, I can see his lips moving, but what exactly he's saying, I'm not entirely sure.
"Excuse me," I blurt out as I try and walk away as fast as I can. I need air. I need to clear my head. I need Santana.
I finally make it to the hallway where all the bedrooms are located, unsure of which one she is. I pull out my phone, silently praying Santana has her phone on her. I dial her number and try and listen for my ringtone. I hear it almost immediately, and start to make my way to the room. I put my hand on the door handle before taking a step back. She refused me call. That never happens.
I pray that I'm not about to walk in on what I think I am before throwing the door open.
"Santana," I manage to get out.
I take a look around and nothing seems out of the ordinary. The two of them are just sitting on the edge of the bed, Santana handing Brittany back an empty shot glass.
"I've been looking everywhere for you, "I stammer out.
She hands the bottle over to Brittany and gets up from the bed as a concerned look crosses her face, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Fine. I just…" I'm not entirely sure what I should say. I didn't think to come up with an excuse to steal. "What are you doing?" I ask, pointing towards Brittany and the bottle of alcohol in her hand.
"Oh," she takes a look back towards the bed and when she turns back around, guilt is written all over her face. "We were just taking shots. Talking. No big deal. Don't tell Puck we stole his bottle. I'll never hear the end of it."
I nod and as an awkward silence creeps up and the three of us just stare in different directions. Finally, Brittany clears her throat and when I turn to face her, I see her setting the bottle on the nightstand and getting up from the bed. Suddenly, she's standing right in front of me, arm extended.
"I'm Brittany."
I stare at her hand for a little to long, unsure if I even want to take it. I look at Santana who's wearing a confused look on her face. Might as well be nice, the last thing I want is to fight with Santana for being rude to her "friend."
"Quinn," I say as I stick my hand out and grab hers. "Santana's, best friend." The way I spit out the word friend, like I'm marking my territory, makes me sounds angry and ridiculous. I could care less at the moment, though. I just want to get out of here, with Santana.
"I need you," I turn to her.
"Quinn, you're scaring me. Are you sure you're okay?" she asks as she puts her hand to my forehead, trying to check my temperature.
"I uhh…" I stammer out, looking back and forth between Santana and Brittany, unsure of what to say. "I think I drank too much. Come to the bathroom with me?"
"Sure," she says, grabbing my hand and walking me out the bedroom. "I'll be right back," she calls over her shoulder, presumably telling Brittany. I don't want you to come back.
Thankfully, the bathroom is empty. She opens the door and leads me inside. I take a few steps forward and just stand there. Now what? I turn around when I hear the door shut and then Santana's voice.
I start pacing, unsure of what to do. Two steps forward, two steps back. All I really wanted was to get some alone time with Santana, although I'm not entirely sure why. I wasn't jealous of Brittany, by any means. I just needed to save Santana. If Puck had already jumped to ridiculous conclusions, whose to say no one else will too?
"Quinn, are you okay?"
I stop pacing and look up at her. When our eyes meet its like someone has punched me right in the gut because next thing I know, I'm completely out of breath. I don't know what comes over me, but my body seems to be reacting faster than my brain can begin to process any sort of functions. Suddenly, my legs are moving towards Santana and I crush our lips together, cupping her face with both my hands and pinning her up against the door.
The kiss quickly turns desperate, and soon I find my hands reaching everywhere and anywhere. It's like I'm afraid of letting go of her. I don't want her to slip away from me.
At first, she struggles with me. "Quinn…" she breathes out in between kisses. I don't get why she is so apprehensive. She was never like this before. My stomach turns into a million knots at the prospect of Brittany being the reason behind her worries.
She keeps trying to open her mouth to speak up, but the moment she does I place my lips over hers, keeping her from saying anything at all. Finally, I feel her ease into my frantic kisses, letting go of whatever was holding her back in the first place.
She tries push away from the door but the minute she tries to move me back a few steps, both my hands are instantly on her shoulders, pushing her back up against the door. A wicked smile creeps up on my face when I see her eyebrows rise, probably surprised by how aggressive I'm being. Usually, it's the other way around.
"If we're going to do this in here, we need to be a little more quiet," she whispers. I cup her face again and she smiles as I lean in for more kisses, these much softer than the previous ones.
The taste of tequila on her lips takes my head for a spin and suddenly I've become desperate for her all over again. I pick up the pace and become frantic once more. She must sense my anxiety because next thing I know, she places both of her gentle hands on either side of my face. It's as if she's trying to calm me down, but I don't let her. I need to feel in control.
I grab her hands from my face and slam them up over her head and against the door before placing both her hands in my right one. My grip around her hands grow tighter as my left hand makes its way down to the hem of her dress. I start to pull up on her dress, but once it gets harder, I immediately drop my right hand for help, letting her arms rest around my neck.
At this point, my kisses have become shorter and faster. I continue to kiss her hastily and don't stop unless it's for a quick intake of air.
As both my hands pull at the bottom of her dress, I lift my right leg up suddenly, the top of my leg thrusting into her pelvis in order to provide some pressure. I thrust once more just to tease her further.
She moans in my mouth and suddenly her lips are on my neck and she's sucking right at my pulse point. Her lips feel so warm and wet against my skin and as time passes on, I feel myself getting more and more lost in her kisses. I start to lazily place soft kisses sparingly against her shoulder. They're short and soft because I'm too lost in Santana's kisses to even focus on anything else.
When I feel her nip at my neck, my whole body starts to tingle. It's like I've lost all the feeling in my limbs. First my toes, then slowly the warm sensation starts to make its way up my body towards my head and eventually to my fingertips.
I finally snap out of it and start to feel my hands and the hem of her dress within my fingertips, when I remember what it is that I was doing. Without any hesitation I simply pull the dress up over her waist with one swift motion, revealing the sexiest pair of black-laced panties. Part of me wants to take a step back and simply enjoy the beauty that is Santana Lopez. But another part of me is simply too desperate to taste Santana Lopez. I can't stop.
I hook my thumbs and pull her panties all the way down, deciding they were to distracting and simply getting in the way of what it is I came here to do. When she steps out of them I simply throw them over my head, not really caring where it is that they land. With both my hands on her waist, I simply start to motion her towards the countertop and she follows my lead swiftly, her lips never leaving my neck. When she's finally against the counter, I don't need to pick her up because she makes that move herself. She grabs both my hands and entwines it with hers as she tries to get comfortable before she wraps her legs around my waist completely and pulls me towards her.
She drops her forehead on my shoulder, panting heavily, trying to catch her breath. I return the gesture before turning my head to face her, giving her a quick kiss on the ear. "I love you," I mumble through heavy breaths.
It isn't until she pulls her head back, hitting the mirror behind her, that I realize I said it. She looks at my, eyes wide and filled with what looks like complete shock and confusion. She squints her eyes at me, not sure she heard what she heard. I tear my eyes away from hers the moment I start to feel a tear well up in the corner of my eye.
I start to panic, unsure of what to do now. I've said these words plenty of times, but always in the context of friendship. Whenever we were caught up in our sexual encounters, it's like we had a clear understanding to never get romantic about anything. It was just sex after all and Santana knew how much I hated it when Puck tried being sappy around me.
"I…" she starts to let out before I turn to face her, our eyes making contact once again. I calm down a bit and feel the single tear run down my face, but our eye contact never falters. We stand, staring at each other for what seems like a lifetime, the silence only confusing us even more.
I don't know what I want her to say, or if I even want to say anything at all. I wonder what it would be like to here her say those words to me, and as soon as I do, the panic starts to rise once more. Part of me is ready to run when I hear a sudden knock on the door, taking Santana and I out of our little bubble.
"Santana," is all I hear from the other side of the door. I scrunch my eyes in confusion, unsure if I heard the voice properly. Brittany? Anger starts to form at the pit of my stomach and my hands quickly turn into fists.
Santana's hand quickly reaches for my forearm as if to calm me down. "It's okay," she whispers. "She didn't hear anything. Nobody did."
I laugh at the irony of this entire situation. Usually, I'm always scared and hesitant to go run away and hide in the bathroom or a spare bedroom, but somehow, Santana always finds a way to seduce me anyway. She always knows how to get me all riled up and sexually frustrated. And now, I'm too focused on trying to get a controlling grip on Santana that I could care less if anyone hears us or not.
I turn my heads towards the door when I hear another knock. "Santana, do you need some help in there."
"Hum…" she says as she starts to look around in panic. She looks at me and whispers a quiet "What do I do?" and I merely shrug, not really caring what she does at this point. Maybe it's better if this Brittany girl found out. Then she'd know to back the fuck off. "Sure, Britt," she finally yells and I simply roll my eyes at the ridiculous name call and walk towards the toilet, sitting down as Santana gets up off the counter and pulls her dress down.
I watch out of the corner of my eye as Santana makes her way to the door, when I realize she completely forgot something. I run up right behind her placing my hand over hers on the knob. "What?" she mouths to me, clearly frustrated and not sure as to what it is that I'm doing.
" You might want to make sure everything is in order before you go open the door for your precious friend, Brittany," I mock before heading back to sit back down, crossing my arms across my chest.
She looks around, not entirely sure what it is that I'm talking about. When she looks at me to ask what it is that I'm talking about, I simply point at the spot on the floor where her panties lie. Her face turns instantly red and I can't help but chuckle, despite the fact that I'm still annoyed, maybe even angry. At this point, I'm not too sure anymore.
She walks up and picks up the garment, putting it back on underneath her dress. She starts to make her way towards me and I still haven't made eye contact at this point. She stands in front of me and I look up to her, trying my best to remain angry, which is hard to do when she's so damn close. As soon as our eyes meet, I secede and drop all my defenses.
"I forgot how hostile you were during our sexcapades in public places," she mocks before bending down to place a soft kiss on my lips. "It's hott," she winks over her shoulder as she makes her way back to the door. I can't help but smile. She's so damn cute.
She quickly opens the door, and Brittany walks in with a glass of water in one hand, and a pill bottle in the next. "I thought she could use something."
"Pills?" I reply sarcastically. "Is that even wise with all the alcohol I have in my system?"
"You didn't throw up?"
"Not at all. Santana and I were just talking. Privately," I spit back, my tone becoming more and more hostile with every passing second.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," she quickly backtracks, as she goes red in the face. "I… I just thought. I'm sorry… I'll leave you two alone."
She turns on her heals and small smile creeps up on my face. As she's making her way out the door, Santana grabs her by the arm. "Britt, it's okay. We were done talking."
But we weren't, I think to myself. Not only did we go anywhere beyond kissing but I had just blurted out the three most confusing words in my life because I was drunk and stupid. I clear my throat and without looking either one of them straight in the eye, I simply get up and walk out of the bathroom. I reach the living room I realize that there's only a handful of people left. How long were we in there for?
"You alright there?" I hear from over my shoulder. I turn to face Puck who has a concerned look plastered across his face. I give him a confused look myself, not really understanding why he's asking or what could possibly be wrong. "Brittany said you were sick," he finishes as everything starts to click in my head.
"I don't recall telling her I was sick."
"Maybe not directly, but she did say you were acting weird," he continued. "And when you and Santana locked yourselves in the bathroom, we all just kind of assumed you were throwing up in there."
"You're right!" I yell almost immediately and maybe even a little too loud due to the quick rise in panic. "I was sick. Santana was just helping me…" I mumble. At this point, I'm just trying to make sure I cover all my tracks in order to not raise any suspicions. "She was making sure I was okay."
"Well I'm glad you're feeling better, " he say's, engulfing me into a hug and placing a small kiss in my hair. "Where is Santana anyway?"
I look towards the bathroom and see them both standing in the hallway, each girl leaning against opposite sides of the wall while in the middle of a conversation. I know I have no right to be irritated, but when it comes to Santana, for reasons I can't really explain myself, I feel entitled. I know its wrong, to think of her as mine, but she is the one person I can count on and if I were to ever lose her I don't know what I'd do.
I turn around and decide to ignore them. Santana is my best friend and the only reason I'm being so paranoid is because I have alcohol in my system. If I were sober I would be in no way intimidated by Brittany. Her and Santana just met while I've been in her life for over six years, so I have nothing to be worried about.
"Lets play spin the bottle," I hear that Rachel girl scream at the top of her lungs, causing everyone to screech in excitement. I'm still a little tipsy, which means spin the bottle is right up my alley. Everyone starts to gather up in a circle, when Rachel turns to Finn, "Oh, could you please get me a blanket, I don't want to sit on the floor," and when he nods his head and heads to the bedroom, I roll my eyes. How could I have ever been in love with him?
I notice Santana and Brittany pick a spot on the floor next to each other, which only kicks my feet into motion. Before I know it, I'm dragging Puck to the circle where everyone is sitting, and plant myself in between the two girls. I place Puck on my right, in between Brittany and myself. Not only do I not want Brittany next to me, but I want to place as much distance between her and Santana as possible. When I turn to my right, I notice Santana eyeing me, eyebrows raised. I simply wink and lazily place my head on Puck's shoulder, playing it off like I'm too drunk to know what I'm doing.
Finn returns with a blanket for Rachel and an empty beer bottle, prompting the start of the game. The first couple of rounds are pretty uneventful. Finn starts off and gets Tina, which only makes everyone laugh because Finn goes red like a tomato. Tina then lands on Artie who then lands on Kurt. Everyone else stares around at everywhere except the two boys, but I'm too interested in what is about to go down to look anywhere else. Kurt finally ends the awkwardness when he gets up from his spot and walks over to Artie and places a small kiss on the cheek. The rules of the game may be mouth to mouth, but everyone seems satisfied enough to move on.
Kurt then spins and the bottle lands on me. Feeling a little gutsy, I waste no time and make my way on over to Kurt taking his lips with mine. I hear everyone start howl in excitement, which only gives me the courage to keep going. I suck on his bottom lip for what seems like forever, and as I pull back, I gently run my tongue over it. "Thanks for that," I say before I retreat back to my spot in the circle. Both Santana and Puck have their eyes wide, shocked that I had the balls to do such a scandalous act.
"I won't lie, that was actually pretty hot," Puck says, placing a small kiss on my cheek.
I reach for the bottle and spin it, not really concerned on who it lands on after the spectacle I just put on display.
The bottle stops and I hear a few snickers come from the mouths of Finn and Puck which prompts me to look up from the bottle immediately. Rachel Berry. I'm not entirely sure I even care that I have to kiss Rachel but when I feel Santana shift uncomfortably next to me, I decide that it's a blessing in disguise. Santana was jealous and I was going to take full advantage of it.
I go for it and surprisingly enough, Rachel returns my advances. I bring my hands to her face as I deepen the kiss while she wraps her hands around my neck, pulling me in tighter for the kiss. I feel her tongue against my lips, as if she's asking for permission, which I happily grant her. At this point, it's an ongoing battle between our tongues as both of us are fighting for dominance. I place one of my hands to the back of her head and twist my fingers in my hair. The louder the boys yell, the more aggressive Rachel gets which only excites me more. Desperate for air, our lips part but only a few inches. I glance up from her lips and notice a distinct look in her eyes. Almost like she wants to go at it again.
"How drunk are you?" I hear Finn say from behind Rachel. She pulls back immediately and turns to face him.
"It's a game Frankenteen. No need to be so jealous," I hear Santana snicker from behind me, which snaps me out of my stupor. While everyone thinks this is just Santana's way of laying it on Finn yet again, I know better. She only lashes out when she's upset over something. I make my way back to my side of circle feeling accomplished. Santana was jealous.
Rachel then takes her turn and lands on Puck. She kisses him as eagerly as she kissed me, which only means that she really was as plastered as Finn thought. When Puck takes his turn, the whole room goes silent as he lands on Blaine. Kurt, on the other hand, lets out an uncontrollable laugh.
"As if, Puck won't kiss him! No straight guy has the balls," he says in between laughs.
"I resent that, lady," is all Puck says as he makes his way over to Blaine, grabs his face and pulls him in for a kiss. Sure there's no tongue, but it's a kiss nonetheless and its more than any other guy in this room would do.
"Nobody calls Puckzilla a coward," he says, pointing to Kurt.
Blaine, still shocked by what just happened finally snaps out of it when Kurt nudges him, informing him it's his turn. He lands on Brittany and they give each other a stupid little kiss, almost like a kiss you'd give your grandmother. It was boring.
I'm not really paying attention when Brittany takes her turn because I really don't care who the bottle lands on. Regret washes over me the moment that bottle stops and I look up to see who's on the receiving end. Santana.
While all the boys are cheering for them, I notice that both girls look visibly uncomfortable. Even underneath the makeup, I knew Santana was blushing. I would know because I always find that little squint in her eye as her mouth pulls into a tight-lipped smile to be the most adorable thing in the world though. This time though, the fact that she wasn't blushing over something I said or did drove me up the wall.
Brittany scoots towards the middle of the circle to get closer to Santana before she stops in front of her. Brittany reaches up to Santana's face, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear before letting it rest on her cheek. As she leans in for the kiss, I curl my fingers, forming a fist and trying my best to look away. But I can't. My eyes are trained on them the entire time, squeezing my fist harder and harder with each passing second in order to contain my anger. While my kiss with Rachel was rough and extremely frantic, this one was soft and sweet, making the kiss that much more intimate. Brittany pulls away first and both girls stare at each other while everyone else cheers and claps.
I turn to Puck and whisper softly in his ear, "All this kissing is making me extremely horny," I smile when I feel him shift, knowing I'm getting to him. "Let's go home, now."
He stands up and gives me his hand to pull me up when he turns to everyone in the circle who is now visibly confused as they stare at us. "We're leaving," he says as he clears his throat. He then turns to Santana, "Do you think you can get a ride?"
"Sure," she says softly.
Puck makes his way to Finn's room to grab all of our stuff and the entire time Santana and I simply stare at each other. She knows I'm angry about something, but she doesn't know what, and to be honest I'm not sure I know either. The curiosity in her eyes cuts deep and brings me back to what just happened in the bathroom. I told her I loved her, and given the jealous rage I was feeling at the moment due to her kiss with Brittany, I was starting to think maybe I meant it.
No. You are not gay. You are drunk and emotional.
I feel Puck's hand on the small dip of my back and I flinch, breaking away from my thoughts. "Ready to go?" he asks, to which I simply nod.
He leans into Santana and whispers something in her ear. Something along the lines of "Can I maybe have the place to myself tonight?" I'm not too sure she full understood what he said since her eyes are trained and focused on me. I know what she's asking me and I respond immediately by nodding my head. Yes, I want to go with Puck. Yes, I want you to let me go.
She nods, and with that, Puck grabs my hand and leads me out the door.
