Chapter 8
Turns out the only good that was going to happen that night was that they decided to sneak the alcohol in. As the night wore on, it was obvious that the strong winds that were pelting them at the beginning of the night was only going to worsen as the hours passed. The effect of the dust storm that had settled in the festival grounds were more bearable with the amount of alcohol that they had in their system.
First, it was the fire that broke out in the bushes surrounding the festival and it took awhile for the fire to be put out due to the fact that the winds were abnormally fast that night.
When the fire was put out, the crowd that was left cheered. A few members of the crowd had already left when it became hard for them to even hear the voices of their friends standing a metre from them. It was obvious that if the scheduled acts decided to play, the crowd probably wouldn't have been able to hear them much anyway.
After that, it was talk of the major acts being cancelled as a few of the speakers took a tumble from the stage, causing the crowds in the mosh pit at the front to scramble frantically to safety. Which, in retrospect, they shouldn't have been there in the first place, since the officials had already cordoned off that area when it was obvious that the speakers were swaying in the winds.
"Should we leave?" Rachel shouted to be heard above the din of the dust storm that was currently blowing it's way through the festival grounds, which usually wasn't hard for Rachel's abnormally loud and obnoxious volume of voice.
Surprisingly, it was Mike that shouted a reply. "No way! We paid good money for this and we won't get a refund!" Tina nodded in agreement.
Quinn spoke up, clutching at her sandy beer. "But the guys over there said that they heard from one of the organizers that Kings of Leon may be cancelling tonight because of the sand storm!"
"Oh fuck that! I say while we're here, we party!" Puck retorted. He held up the bottles that they had left. "We still have about half of the bottle left! I say we finish it!"
Santana clutched her bottle to her lips and took a swig and promptly spit out a mouthful of sand that had blown into her drink. "Urgh, that's gross." She used her free hand to wipe the liquid from above her lips. "Here, Britt." She shoved the bottle at Brittany's face. "I can't take the damn sand in my drink."
Brittany just shrugged and took a swig of the rum and Coke that was in the bottle. "It's not that bad." She hiccupped. "Sorta like the texture of grainy mustard, actually." She mused, half drunk.
"Guys!" Quinn slurred. "Thanks for reminding me not to wear a skirt tonight coz ..." She pointed at Rachel valiantly trying to stop the edges of her skirt from flying up." The group around them cracked up while Rachel just glared at them unsuccessfully. "Oh well. Cheers!"
Chuckling, Tina went over to Rachel's aid and helped her tape her skirt down to her leggings with some boob tape that she conveniently had in her purse. "Wow, she's handy." Sam drunkenly whispered to Mike while staring unabashedly at Tina who was kneeling in between Rachel's legs.
"Get your mind out of the gutter, Trouty." Santana smacked the back of her hand on Sam's head, causing the blond boy to scowl and wipe the leer of his face. "Sorry." He mumbled while Mike punched his arm good naturedly.
"Hey, look!" Brittany pointed to a big bunch of people vacating a spot towards the front of the stage. "Looks like those people are leaving. If the acts decide to play, we may as well get good seats. Let's go." She pulled on Santana's arm and tugged her along, her long legs leading the way.
Drunkenly, the rest of the group trudged after her, some of them tripping over the drunk bodies on the floor, with the sand getting into their eyes and obscuring their vision. "Shit, Britt. I'm half blind here." Santana complained. "I can't be getting sand into my contacts. Fuck." She cursed at the wind. Literally.
"Just hold on."
An hour later, it was sure that things definitely weren't going according to plan. The organisers had officially announced that Kings of Leon and the rest of the acts that night were cancelling due to the sandstorm that had seen half the crowd leave.
Their group, on the other hand, were already wildly drunk in the field of the festival with Puck chugging the last of the tequila that they had smuggled in. Rachel, Tina and Sam were already passed out cold on the ground while the rest of the group posed for pictures next to their sleeping bodies on the floor.
Somewhere in front of them, a bunch of British guys were streaking across the field, with Brittany capturing it all on camera. It really was quite wild. "Britt-Britt!" Santana shouted to be heard above the roar of the wind. She hiccupped. "I think I need to lay down for a bit." She abruptly sat down and pulled Brittany down on the dusty ground next to her.
Brittany plopped herself down gracefully next to Santana and tugged on Quinn's arm, causing the shorter blond to collapse on the brunette already on the floor. "Guys!" Quinn whined. "I've gotta use the loo."
Brittany surveyed the queue to the loo and the fact that some partygoers were already ditching their inhibitions and their pants around the field and shook her head. "No can do, Quinn. If you'd like, we could form a circle around you." She put her hands over Santana's half lidded eyes. "I'll make sure Santana doesn't watch." Brittany added mischieviously.
"What?" Quinn hiccupped. "No way am I gonna pee in public!" She burped loudly and giggled at herself.
"Whassamatter, Fabray? You've already puked your guts up in public earlier." Santana slurred from the ground and tried to get up. She put her hands on the dusty ground and grimaced. "Yuck. Did you puke here too?"
Quinn just shook her head. "I'm gonna ..." She started to follow Santana. "I'm just gonna ..." She trailed off.
Brittany sighed and stood up and pulled both the girls to their feet. Amongst the 3 of them, she was the most sober one, although, that's not quite saying much considering she still reeked of alcohol.
"C'mon, guys, I think we need to head home." She put an arm around both Quinn and Santana and walked towards Mike who already had Tina on piggy back. "Mike? You wanna share a cab?"
Glazed eyes looked back at Brittany unsteadily. "Sure." They both looked around for the remainder of their friends. "What about them?" He questioned.
Brittany shouted to Puck standing at a distance away.. "Yo, Puckerman! We're gonna leave now." Mike gestured towards the 5 of them and Puck nodded. Surprisingly, Puck was still quite sober and had his arm around Sam who was starting to come back around.
"We'll meet at the apartment. I've just gotta get him up so we can walk off the compound." Puck shouted back. "Finn's got Rachel somewhere as well." He nodded at the couple on the dusty ground and looked back at the 5 of them. "Be safe!"
Mike nodded and started following Brittany out of the compound. "Hey Britt? Do you know where we're going?"
Brittany nodded numbly. "I think so?" She replied and tried to support Quinn's dead weight on her left and Santana on her right. "San? Can you walk properly?" She nudged the brunette. "I think Quinn's out."
Santana's chocolate eyes slowly met hers and she grinned sloppily. "Sure, Britts. Anything for you." She straightened up a little and walked a little unsteadily by herself. Suddenly, she stopped and looked around. "We're going the wrong way." She frowned and hiccuped. She turned towards the right where some partygoers were walking. "If we wanna get a cab, we need to head towards the highway, which is that way." She pointed at the brightly lit road what seemed like a kilometre away.
Mike nodded. "She's right, Brittany. Let's go." Tina mumbled something and started moving around on his back.
With Santana leading the way unsteadily and Brittany supporting a drunk Quinn, they walked in silence for a few minutes. The cooling night air had sobered Santana a bit and she peered into the distance at a lone unmarked car coming their way and walked back to help Brittany with Quinn.
"You all right?" She asked Brittany, slipping an arm around Quinn. Brown eyes met blue and Brittany smiled at the concern showing in Santana's mocha orbs. "Yeah, I'm fine. Although now that Quinn's mentioned it, I need to use the toilet real bad."
Santana shivered as well. "Tell me about it. I wasn't completely joking when I said earlier that we may as well be peeing in the bushes in the grounds." She laughed shakily. "I've never had to go this bad before in my life." She shivered again.
Suddenly, the car that was headed towards them stopped in front of Mike and Tina who was now standing shakily on her own legs. The driver rolled down his window and exclaimed loudly, "Dos Chinos! Marina D'Or, si?"
Santana laughed at the crassness of the driver and realised that he was the same guy that they had followed home the night before. "Si, si." She took over the conversation and started to direct Mike and Tina into the car. She spoke rapid Spanish to the driver while making sure that the 4 of them got into the back seat while she sat next to the driver.
As they all clambered into the car, Santana chatted idly to the driver and laughed at his remarks. Apparently, he had found them because he had been ferrying passengers the entire night and didn't notice any Asians amongst them and so therefore, he believed that they may have been stranded at the festival and turns out, he was right. The driver wasn't racist, it was just easy to notice both Mike and Tina in a sea of non Asian people.
"No forget dos Chinos, no?" He looked back at Mike and winked. Santana turned around and explained to Mike what they driver said. Mike laughed at the driver's comments and nodded.
Suddenly Quinn shot up from her seat. "Santana." She said with urgency in her voice. "I need to go." Sweat formed at her brow and she shakily wiped it off. "Now."
Santana looked back at Quinn. "Can't you wait? We're about 20 minutes away." The driver nodded and confirmed this. Quinn vehemently shook her head. "Tell him, if he doesn't want me to pee in his fucking car, he'd better find a place to stop for me to go. Now." She said again, shivering.
Santana bit her lip and nodded when Brittany's eyes met hers and she too shivered noticably. Santana recognized the shiver, she also needed to go badly. She turned towards the driver and asked him in Spanish if there was a place where they could empty their bladder inconspicously in public and he laughed and told them to sit tight. Wasn't a problem, really, considering any movement jolted their already sensitive bladder.
The next 5 minutes in the car was the weirdest moments of Santana's life. Quinn was whining and threatening to pee in the car every minute and because of that, Brittany and even Santana herself had a now insufferable urge to go.
Finally, the car pulled over next to what looked like a mini roundabout and the driver ushered them out of the car and pointed towards the middle of the landscaped roundabout.
"C'mon, let's go." Quinn got out shakily from the car and sprinted her way to the middle of the covered landscape. Thankfully, it was close to 2 am and there was no traffic to hit Quinn's drunken ass.
When they reached the centre of the roundabout, they found out that it was literally a concrete island with some bushes growing in the middle, up to chest high and some shrubbery in between. Quite a perfect spot for taking an illegal leak actually.
"Guys, don't look." Quinn said.
She took the position furthest from the car and squatted while pulling her pants down. Brittany took the spot about a metre from her on the right and did the same, fumbling with her buttons on her shorts. Santana was the last to reach them and quickly averted her eyes and she shivered.
"Oh, what the hell. Not a word." She cautioned the 2 others as she took the spot next to Brittany and relieved herself. In public. For the first time.
To be honest, Santana couldn't remember the last time her bladder felt so relieved.
5 minutes later, a grinning Quinn and Brittany stood up shakily while Santana blushed. "Well, that's a first." Quinn commented idly, seemingly sober now that she doesn't have to pee anymore.
"Tell me about it." Santana muttered, refusing to meet their eyes.
Brittany nudged her shoulder while walking towards the car. "Oh don't be like that, San. We all really had to go." She took Santana's hand in her own and squeezed it slightly. Quinn had her hand around Brittany's waist and Brittany nodded at the shorter blonde.
"You know what we are now, guys?" Brittany giggled as they reached the car where the driver was smirking amusedly at them while Mike and Tina were passed out in the back seat.
"What?" Santana finally met her blue eyes.
Brittany's laugh was infectious as she exclaimed. "We're the Unholy Trinity!" Quinn laughed and got into the car and Brittany leaned closer towards Santana and gave her a slight peck on the lips. Mesmerized as usual by Brittany's lips, Santana merely followed her into the car.
When the morning came, Brittany peeked open a single blue eye and squinted when the sunlight harshly lit up her entire vision. She lifted her head and scanned the room she was in.
Well, for starters, she was in the right room, although it would seem as though she was on the wrong bed. Or rather, the bed seemed to have enlarged.
She glanced towards the left of her where Quinn was drooling quietly by her side. She looked towards the right and there Santana was, being the little spoon that she always almost usually is.
Somehow, in their post drunken state, they must've pushed the beds together forming a huge king sized bed and Brittany had become the filling in the sandwich that was Quinn and Santana. After she had dubbed themselves the Unholy Trinity, Brittany vaguely remembered Quinn proclaiming that they now had an unspoken spiritual bond between them and that they should seal the bond by connecting their physical bodies.
Brittany lifted the covers and peered under. Well, she was fully dressed. She looked over at Santana who like her, didn't even seem to have changed from last night's clothes at all. Quinn, on the other hand, was only in her bra and panties – sort of like what she wore to bed the night before. Apparently drunk Quinn was a no holds barred Quinn.
"Ungh." A sound came from her left and she turned to see Quinn shielding her eyes from the sunlight. "What time is it?" She croaked and reached out for the bottle of water that they kept at the bedside table for times like these. Quinn slowly got up and the covers fell, exposing her bra clad chest to Brittany's amused blue eyes.
Quinn brought the water bottle to her lips and shrugged. Midway through chugging the water, she suddenly spat out half a mouthful. Frantic green eyes searched Brittany's and widened. "Did we ... I mean, last night ... I uh ... suggested that we uhh ..."
Quinn at lost for words was really a rare sight, Brittany thought and she decided to play with Quinn for a bit, so she merely raised her eyebrow and gave Quinn a smirk.
Quinn's expression became comically shocked and she sputtered out some more unintelligible words.
Santana stirred and then turned to face Brittany and nuzzled her face into the crook of Brittany's neck. Brittany felt a kiss being pressed to her skin before she heard Santana's throaty voice. "Shut it, Fabray. I mean, I know you were into us, but Britts and I are off limits." She said jokingly.
Quinn's mouth finally closed. "Oh thank god." She said instead and seemed to actually cross herself.
Brittany laughed at the entire scene and gave Santana a kiss to the forehead. "Morning, San." She got up and stretched. "If you really do want a menage a trois, Quinn, at least let San and I finish exploring what we have first. Perhaps wait till we're in Paris? Raincheck, perhaps?" She gave Quinn a sly look while Santana whined. "Britt!"
"Uhh, no thanks, Brittany, I'll pass." Quinn shot a quick look at Santana who was trying to hide her blush in the dirty sheets. Brittany shrugged and went out of the room and into the toilet. "Your loss."
Silence descended in the room as Santana was still under the covers and Quinn had gotten up and was rummaging around the room looking for her shirt. "It's under the chair." Came a muffled voice from the bed.
Quinn walked around to the chair and found last night's shirt draped around the legs of the chair. She gave it a sniff and winced, but still tugged it on. "I suppose it's better to be stinky and dirty rather than naked and dirty."
"Wanky." Came the muffled voice again.
Quinn rolled her eyes and walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down next to Santana. "So erm, did you and Brittany ever ... I mean, while I was in the room, seriously?" She inquired curiously.
Brown eyes glared at green ones as Santana lifted her head from under the covers. "Wouldn't you like to know, Fabgay?" She huffed and slowly got out of bed.
"Well, Brittany said ..." Quinn started as she handed Santana the water bottle.
"I know what Brittany said." Santana cut her off and rolled her eyes. "Not much privacy lately, you think?" She got up and stretched. "Besides, it's not like we won't be travelling together in the foreseeable future."
"I suppose." Quinn paused. "So I take it you guys aren't just fooling around then?"
At this, Santana looked at Quinn and her features softened from a glare to something kinder. "It's not like we've talked about it, but yeah." She shrugged. "I like Britts. She's definitely something else." Santana sighed. "But then again there's the whole issue of what happens after this trip. Maybe it's just a summer fling to her, you know? It's too early to think of that yet." Quinn nodded in understanding.
They both got up when they heard a muffled yell from the kitchen. As Santana exited the room, she turned back towards Quinn. "I mean, Quinn, I've only known her for about 2 weeks."
Quinn walked towards where the brunette was standing and hooked her arm around Santana's. "And yet, you guys seem to have hit it off, not to mention the whole sucking face thing, making plans to travel Europe together and yeah, peed in front of each other." Quinn's green eyes twinkled. "I'd say you guys were getting pretty serious there, San."
"What is pretty serious?" Brittany came out of the kitchen with a waffle in her hand. She leaned forward toward the duo and gave Santana a peck on the cheek. "Hey you, was wondering if you guys wanted waffles since Sam is apparently up and cooking." She shrugged. "They aren't bad." She held up a piece of half eaten waffle to Santana and smiled as the brunette bit down on it, her tongue teasing the blond's fingertips.
Quinn cleared her throat. "My hangover is pretty serious, that's what. Meet you guys in the kitchen. Leave some of that waffle for me, Britt." She disentangled her hands from Santana's and retreated back to the direction of the toilet. "If you find some bacon, keep some for me as well, all right?" She shouted before she closed the door.
Santana rolled her eyes and took a sip of the coffee that Brittany had poured out for her at the table. There was a plate already set for her at the table as Brittany worried herself with another glass of coffee for herself and for Quinn when she returned.
Santana caught Brittany's eyes and smiled. 'Yup, it sure seems like it's getting serious.' Santana thought to herself.
The rest of the afternoon passed by the same way as the previous days, with the gang going to the beach and chilling by the pool later when the sun had gone down.
Since Santana had the mind to take down the cab driver's number the night before – or rather, he had passed her a name card sometime through out the journey back home, they didn't have to worry for a way to get to the fair. This time tonight, they were going late because the other acts didn't seem as interesting as the major act which was Franz Ferdinand and they were slotted to play only at about 10 pm.
Tonight, they decided to be classy about their drinks, since apparently 2 nights of drunken blackedout-ness was too much even for someone like Puck who was still wearing shades to hide behind. In short, Puck looked horrible, even as he sipped on his beer.
Oh yeah, they were also packing light that night, with each of them only carrying with them a bottle of wine. All of them had no intentions to get drunk that night. Or at least, not as dead drunk as the past few nights.
Tonight was supposed to be Santana's and Brittany's last night, as their ticket only offered them 3 nights instead of the 4 nights that the others had. Therefore, together with Mike and Tina, the 2 of them packed into the cab and took the short drive to the festival grounds around 8 pm.
When they arrived, they found out that Lily Allen who had been supposed to play at 830 had cancelled due to whatever reasons that had the crowd booing. So when the rest of the group arrived at 930 pm, they found the 2 couples already tipsy, having finished most of the wine they had brought with them.
Brittany had brought her cameras this time around and was busy asking Tina to film Mike and herself dancing to the DJs that replaced the acts that had cancelled. Santana, on the other hand, was having fun with filming a drunken group in front of her who had the balls – literally – to strip down and streak across the festival grounds, creating an uproar which she caught all on camera.
Giggling, she had approached the man while filming and he had given her a drunk interview which Brittany thanked her for when she was done with her gig with Mike.
Laying back on the sandy grounds – Quinn had the hindsight to bring a beach towel for them to sit down, Santana patted the cloth next to her and Brittany plopped herself down onto it, the 10 Euros beer spilling slightly on her legs.
"Thought we were going slow tonight?" Santana nodded at Brittany's drink while relieving her of it and taking a large gulp. All that wine had left her really thirsty and she couldn't quite fault Brittany for craving something refreshing.
"All that wine was making me feel icky." She loosened her tie slightly and pushed her hair back. "Such a lovely night tonight. I'm glad it didn't start sand storming again like last night." She shuddered at the thought of it. "I didn't think I'd ingested that much sand before in my life before last night."
Santana laughed at Brittany's statement. "Think you're gonna miss this?" She gestured at the partygoers in various stages of inebriation.
Brittany cocked her head to the side and pulled her suspenders off her shoulders. "What? The festival?" She looked to Santana for clarification. Santana gave her a smirk and nodded and loosened her tie further and slipped it off her. Santana already had plenty of pictures of Brittany and her smoky make up that night that reminded her of Britney Spear's look in that infamous video clip with Madonna.
Brittany took the tie off her hands and set about fastening it to Santana's neck. She met Santana's eyes without pausing in her actions. "Yes and no. It would be nice to have some peace and quiet after so many days of hardcore partying. I don't think my body is wired for that shit at my age." She giggled as Santana gave her a slight pinch to the side.
"But yeah, the festival's been fun so far, and there were some pretty good acts – not to mention we've got some pretty good footage for Fondue." She tightened up the tie and blinked lazily at Santana as she focused the camera on the brunette. "And we met Mike and Tina." She clicked the button and heard the shutter click and pointed her camera at Mike and Tina who were busy cuddling on the ground opposite them.
"Remind me to send these pictures to them when we get back to the States." Brittany mumbled under her breath to Santana. Santana's breath hitched. They definitely had not talked about what happens after their trip ended – it was still too long to go before Santana thought that she even had to think about it, so hearing that Brittany thought that they'd even be in contact was hopeful.
"I'd definitely miss the music. Such a pity we didn't get tickets for the last night. The Killers are quite awesome live, I've heard." Santana shrugged as she took another sip of Brittany's – their beer.
Blue eyes turned her way. "I'm sure we can find other things to do with our time." Brittany responded while taking advantage of the fact that Santana had on her tie and pulled her in for a kiss that went on and on.
Until of course, Quinn plopped her ass next to theirs on the ground. Santana broke off the kiss and groaned at Quinn's (un)timely interruption. "Fabray, you've really gotta stop doing that." She mock growled at Quinn who was smiling at them. A smile that was a little too wide for her liking. She looked closer at Quinn's eyes that were unfocused.
"Shit, Fabray, are you drunk right now?" Santana peered at Quinn.
The blonde shook her head as Brittany leaned back towards Santana. Quinn laughed lightly at them. "Nope, not drunk. Just ..." She looked around suspiciously and whispered conspiratorially. "Just high." She laughed at her own admission.
Santana's eyes grew wide and Brittany chuckled. "That explains a lot then." Brittany nodded towards Rachel who was singing on top of her lungs her rendition of 'Don't Rain On My Parade' – which according to Rachel was what got her into NYADA in the first place. Or something, the story seems to change each time Rachel tells it to them drunkenly or not.
"Yo, Puck!" Santana called the mohawked guy over. He nodded and jogged over to her, his eyes slightly glazed.
"'Sup, Lopez?" He smiled at them and gave Quinn a wink. "You doin' all right, Quinnie?" He ruffled her hair lovingly. Quinn merely leaned into him and stole a sip of his beer.
"How come we don't get some of whatever it is that you guys were smoking?" Santana asked him directly.
"Yeah." Brittany echoed. "I thought you guys were lesbros." She pouted at Puck and batted her lashes at him.
"Aww, you told her? Lopez, that was between us." Puck grumbled good naturedly. He looked around suspiciously and dug around in his pocket. "Don't pout, Britt."
"Look, we didn't ask for this. Your taxi friend asked a new guy to pick us up today and in the car, he asked us if we wanted something to lighten up the mood." Puck scratched his shaved head. "Or rather, it was either that or he wanted to have a go at Rachel." He shrugged. "Either way, we got this for 50 Euros." He showed her a packet of rolled up joints.
"Yeah." Quinn chimed in. "We told the guy to turn around and wait while we went up to roll the joints." Her eyes glazed over. "Any left? That was good weed." She rummaged inside Puck's jeans pockets.
He swatted her hand away and mumbled something about how if he wanted her hands in his pocket, it wouldn't have been to look for a joint. Quinn stopped her rummaging and stole some more of his beer.
Puck reached inside his pants and palmed a small bag. "This one's for you. Was gonna give it to you later, coz you know, we can't smoke this inside the compound." He handed over a small bag to Santana. "You owe me 10."
Santana quickly bagged the joints inside her bra and smirked at Brittany's raised eyebrow and swatted Puck as his eyes followed her hand when it disappeared into her bra.
He cleared his throat. "It isn't too strong. We had some upstairs at the apartment before we came over. Maybe you guys can light it up tomorrow when we're at the festival. Your tickets end tonight, right?"
Brittany nodded and looked over at Santana's cleavage longingly. She licked her lips and Santana blushed. "Yeah, all right. Thanks Puck. We'll handle it." She dug around her pockets and pulled out a 20 Euro note. "Do me a favour and get us another beer since you're done with that?" She smiled sweetly at him and he rolled his eyes and stood up.
"Anything else?" He looked at the 3 of them sitting on the ground and nudged Quinn. "Maybe not for you, Quinn." He laughed and left them. Quinn just waved at his retreating back and giggled.
Santana felt the little bag poking her chest and she shifted it around slightly. "Umm, sorry, Britts, I forgot to ask if you had actually wanted this before I asked Puck about it." She took the last sip of her beer and put the cup down on the floor.
"Are you kidding me?" Brittany laughed. "I'm practically Dutch. My parents introduced weed to me as soon I reached the age of legality. They said it's better that I got it from them as opposed to one of my dance friends." She laughed and Santana's heart skipped a beat.
Santana's brow furrowed. "But weed isn't legal in the States."
"Yes I know that. I meant in Netherlands." She rolled her eyes. "Sometimes, I don't think my parents think that they've left the country at all." She laughed and accepted the drink from Puck as he handed her their drink and sat down next to Quinn.
"The legal age to enter coffeeshops in Amsterdam is 18. My parents took me to their favourite coffeeshops when we went to visit my grandparents a few years ago. It was cool." Brittany explained.
"Shit, Britt. Would you be able to pull some strings and get us some good weed if we're going then?" Puck asked, his eyes wide. "I heard from some guys that they got duped when they went to the coffeeshops in Amsterdam."
Quinn sat up suddenly and raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow at Puck. "Since when are we going to the Netherlands?" She questioned Puck.
"Well." Puck started mumbling. "I thought we could do a short trip or something before London."
Quinn started to sober up at Puck changing their travel plans. "Do you want to extend our trip, Puck?" She put her hands on her hips while Brittany and Santana watched the exchange with smiles on their faces.
Puck put his beer down and held his hands out in front of him. "Hold it, hold it. It's just a thought. Chill it, Fabray. Jeeze."
Quinn opened her mouth to retort but held it back as the emcee announced that Franz Ferdinand was about to come up on stage. She stood up with the rest of the group and gave Puck a glare. "We'll talk about this later."
Puck nodded and cheered when the band they've come to watch finally take the stage.
Santana leaned into Brittany and whispered into her ear. "Seems like Quinn has Puck all wrapped around her little finger, eh?" She snickered.
Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana and gave her a slight kiss on the cheek. "Mmm hmm, but if Puck manages to have his way, you think you'd mind a little company in Amsterdam?" She nods towards the non couple in front of them and giggled. "They do make quite a cute couple."
"You know I don't mind, as long as I'm with you, Britts." Santana replied as she snuggled closer towards Brittany.
As a reply, Brittany just gave the smaller woman a squeeze as they both swayed to the music while the rest of the partygoers were jumping up and down. It was quite a contrast to the rest of the group, but the couple was content just being in their little bubble.
"I'm not going! That's it! That's enough! I never wanted to go in the first place and you can't force me!" Rachel's voice could be heard throughout the entire apartment.
Brittany covered her head with her extra pillow and burrowed further into the covers.
"God, what time is it?" Santana mumbled from beside her.
"Shut up, man hands!" Quinn's croaky voice could be heard from the bed next to theirs.
Santana lifted her head from her pillow that was also Brittany's breast and inconspicuously wiped the drool from the side of her mouth. "Man hands?" She questioned Quinn with a lift of her eyebrow.
"It's way too early for this." Quinn grumbled and covered her face with her pillow.
"No, Finn. I am not going and that's final. I don't care what you say, but 'The Killers' for a band name is just wrong. Where is the culture in all these music? Nope. I'm gonna rent some DVDs and spend my night here with my vegan pizza, alcohol free!" Rachel's voice could be heard as she walked up and down the apartment corridor, with Finn's heavy gait trailing after her.
Puck unceremoniously knocked once on their door and barged in without waiting for a reply and headed straight for Quinn's bed. He plopped himself down next to Quinn and got a slight push from the sleepy blond on the bed. "Get outta here, Puck."
A muffled voice could be heard from under the covers. "I don't wanna. It's way too early for their shit." He rubbed his eyes. "C'mon, my room is right next to theirs and they've been at this for over an hour. Sam's snoring doesn't help either."
Quinn rolled her eyes and scooted over to make some room for Puck and sighed into her pillow as Rachel's voice could be heard still arguing with Finn over their plans for tonight.
Silence descended in the room when Brittany fell back asleep and Quinn's breathing evened out.
"Yo, Lopez? You awake?" Puck lifted his head and looked over Quinn's shoulder.
Santana wearily lifted her head and looked at the clock at the bedside table. 10 am. "Great. What?"
Puck put his head back down on his pillow. "If Rachel isn't going, we can probably get the band off her wrist and onto yours."
"Actually, for someone with man hands, Rachel does have very slim wrists." Quinn's voice perked up suddenly in the silence.
Santana just looked over at the non couple on the bed next to theirs. "But I'm not going if Britt isn't going. I can't leave her alone here tonight." She stopped. "Especially not with Berry."
Puck snorted. "I hear you. Although." He rubbed his stubble. "It won't be hard to convince Finn not to go once Rachel has decided that she wouldn't."
Quinn laughed. "Yeah, the boy is whipped as hell, even when they're fighting."
Santana considered their proposal. It couldn't hurt. She could just give buy Rachel and Finn a nice vegan dinner in exchange for their tickets if they weren't gonna use them anyway. "I'm in if she's really not going. But do me a favour and ask them for me? Quinn? Puck?"
"Don't worry about it." Puck's voice could be heard. "That's what lesbros are for." Santana rolled her eyes at his comment, but felt thankful nevertheless that Puck thought about her and Brittany's predicament.
Silence again in the room when suddenly a pillow landed on Puck's face. "Oof. What was that for?"
"Thanks, Puck. Now shut the hell up." Brittany's quiet voice could suddenly be heard as she pulled Santana closer to her and hugged her tightly.
The room burst into gentle laughter at Puck's indignant grumbles.
Turns out that while Rachel had pulled out, she and Finn were currently definitely on their off period in their relationship when Finn had adamantly put his foot down and exclaimed that he still wanted to go for the last day of the concert.
He argued that since he had paid for it, he may as well utilise the ticket. He shrugged at Brittany in apology and she gave him a small smile in return. "Sorry, Brittany."
Rachel, on the other hand, argued that she'd gladly burn the ticket in exchange for her taste in music to not be eroded by going for such an uncultured festival. Turns out that last night, Rachel had smoked up another joint and had a mixture of beer and wine and had the munchies and had somehow found a hot dog stand in the middle of the festival while Finn was queueing at the portaloos.
She had bought it, ate all the gross meaty and innardy part of the sausage and promptly ended up puking most of the night (and meat) away, hence the decision to not step foot in the festival grounds that night.
And turns out that while Finn still wanted to go, leaving Brittany without a ticket, Sam had suddenly decided to back out of going that night. Most of the group were concerned for him, as he did look slightly green around the gills and he said that he just wasn't feeling too good. Apparently, partying and getting drunk 4 nights in a row was a bit too much for dear old Sam who had woken up only at 4 pm with a massive hangover.
"Are you sure, though, Sam?" Brittany went over and checked the blond boy's forehead for a temperature. "You don't have to give me your ticket."
Santana watched the 2 blonds from afar where she was busy helping Quinn get Rachel's ticket band off her wrist and onto Santana's. The 2 blondes looked like siblings from this angle and Santana decided to take a picture of them with Brittany's camera.
"Yeah, don't worry about me, Brittany. I'm good. You guys go ahead." He gave her his best smile. "I think it's best I sit this one out anyway, since I've got an early bus to catch tomorrow. You girls go have fun." He patted Brittany's hand and laid back on the couch. Sam was indeed leaving the day after, with his bus from Benicassim leaving for the airport at 10 am. He had mentioned that he was going to meet his cousin in Germany and asked if any of them was going to be in the area in the next 2 weeks.
"Although, I'm not too sure how you're gonna get this off me." He held his wrist out and Puck walked over to examine it. "We'll find a way, right, Puck?" Puck looked at it skeptically and exclaimed. "Yeah, even if it means cutting off your wrist."
Sam turned visibly greener at the thought as the room laughed.
Santana stood in line at the pizza parlour down the road as she waited to order Rachel's vegan pizza and looked at her watch – only to realise that she wasn't wearing one, but instead had on Rachel's band around her wrist instead.
With only a few minor 'bruising', they had managed to get Rachel to slip out of the expanded band and Santana had easily fitted it into her wrist instead and smoothed out the edges of the band. It was as good as it was going to get, with the ticket having seen better days, especially after 4 days of wearing it.
She stepped up to the counter and placed her order of a margherita pizza and some vegetarian empanadas and paid and went to the corner to wait. She looked up when the bell rang and Brittany stepped in holding a plastic bag of food.
"Hey stranger, what do you have there?" She motioned towards the bag that Brittany was carrying.
Brittany opened the bag to show Santana the contents. "Well, since Sam had such a hard time taking off the wrist band, I thought I'd go a further step by getting him some meds and some snacks for his time with Rachel tonight." She showed Santana some isotonic drink she had gotten for him instead of alcohol and some microwavable mac and cheese that she had seen Sam eating a few days ago when they were snacking in the mid afternoon.
"Nice. Although, it would seem like you're trying to get Sam drugged up before he has to spend the entire evening with Berry." Santana commented drolly as she stepped up to collect her order. "Gracias." She greeted the server and hooked her arm around Brittany's. "Shall we?"
Brittany nodded and they walked out of the shop and towards the apartment.
"How's the wrist band looking anyway?" Santana gestured towards the band hanging off Brittany's wrist.
Brittany looked at her wrist and gave the wrist band an experimental tug. "It's all right, considering."
After unsuccessfully trying to expand the wrist band in order to make it large enough to slip of Sam's surprisingly thick wrist, Puck and Mike had decided that it was probably best to cut it carefully around the edges and then use glue to assemble it back on Brittany's wrist.
So, they had Tina carefully cut around the dotted lines where the sticker for the wristband met and held their breath that she wouldn't accidentally cut off an integral part of the ticket (or Sam's fingers).
Turns out they had nothing to worry about when Mike told them Tina sews costumes for the drama club back at her university and had really steady hands which showed when the wrist band came off Sam's wrist in one easily joinable piece.
They had found some glue and scotch tape in the apartment and had tried both ways to tape the wrist band back together on Brittany but found that the tape was too obvious and would probably not get through security.
So, they stuck the glue on the back part of the band and Brittany had pinched it tightly in order for it to stick together in one piece and the end result was so real that you couldn't even tell that the wrist band had been cut and reassembled back together again on someone else's wrist.
So now that both of them were armed with new old wristbands, Santana and Brittany walked hand in hand back to the apartment.
"Ok guys, one last shot before we have to leave to the camp." Puck poured each and every one of them, inclusive of Sam and Rachel, a shot of Baileys followed by a splash of sambuca.
Quinn took a whiff of the drink and grimaced. "Urgh, what is this? Gasoline?" She stuck out her tongue at Puck.
"I'll have you know that this is called a 'Slippery Nipple'." He gave Quinn a lecherous grin to further aggravate her. As expected, Quinn rolled her eyes at him and gave him the finger.
Brittany stuck her tongue out tentatively at the concoction and tasted the blue liquid. "Huh. It isn't bad, actually. Reminds me of something that I've done before when I was still in high school." She reached out for the lighter that was on the balcony table. "Mind if I used this, Puck?" He shook his head.
"Ok, on the count of 1, 2 and 3!" He tilted the shot into his mouth and immediately swallowed, the liquid burning it's way down his throat.
"Whatever you do, don't swallow first." Brittany motioned to Santana before she took her shot. Santana gave her a look but complied. She moved her hands up in a 'now what?' action.
"Open your mouth." Brittany isntructed, getting closer to Santana and gently wiped her lips of any residual alcohol. "Trust me on this, all right? I'm just gonna ..." She trailed off.
Brown eyes captured Brittany's and Santana nodded hesitantly. "Ok, here goes." In one swift move, Brittany brought the lighter up and lit up the alcohol that was still in Santana's mouth and it burst out in flames like a flambe.
Santana's immediate reaction was to close her mouth, hence dousing the flames and swallowed the liquid. Brittany immediately gave her a glass of cold milk to cool her throat.
"Jesus, Britts, are you trying to kill me?" Santana sputtered out to the shock of everyone else in the room.
Brittany laughed and held the lighter up to Santana. "My turn, my turn! Take my camera as well, will ya. I want a video of this." She held out her camera and Quinn took it wordlessly and shook her head.
"Aww, San, it wasn't that bad, was it?" Brittany pouted as she held the shot glass that was offered to her. Santana checked her mouth with her tongue and to her surprise, found that besides the residual heat down her throat, her mouth had gone unscathed.
"Actually, I've done that before as well." Mike chirped up. "The flames actually burns up the alcohol, so the effect of the shot isn't that bad." He shrugged. "I wouldn't mind doing one myself now that you've reminded me about it." He gave them a grin and turned to Puck. "Puck?" He questioned.
"It wasn't that bad, but next time, a warning would've been nice, all right?" Santana grumbled under her breath and pouted. Brittany leaned forward and planted a kiss on her upturned lips. "There, all better now?" She questioned, her blue eyes twinkling into the brunette's brown ones.
Santana cleared her throat and consciously uncrossed her eyes to look at Brittany more clearly. She gave a sly grin. "Well, you may have missed a spot or two."
It was Brittany's turn to roll her eyes and gave her another chaste but thorough kiss to the lips. When Santana opened her eyes, she found Brittany holding up the shot to the lips and before she could register what was happening, Brittany tilted the shot into her mouth and opened it while wiping the blue liquid off her lips.
At Quinn's prompting, Santana brought the lighter closer to Britt's lips and flicked the lighter. As with Santana earlier, the blue liquid caught the fire and burst into flames inside Brittany's mouth. The group all clapped while Quinn recorded everything.
"Ungh." Brittany let out after she swallowed the burning fire down the throat. "I forgot how much I dislike sambuca." She stuck her tongue out and took a greedy gulp of the milk that Santana handed to her.
Santana patted Brittany on the back and held the lighter into the air. "Who's next?"
Before they left, each couple had smoked a joint as well, with Sam opting out as he still felt sick. Throughout the entire journey in the taxi towards the fairgrounds, they munched on chorizo buns they bought from the convenience store outside their apartment.
When they finally arrived at the grounds on the last night, they managed to sneak more alcohol in again. They were pros at it now. Except this time, Puck and Finn bypassed the entire sock thing and just threw the bloody bottle over the heads of all the security guards where it landed just inside the compound of the festival with a satisfying crack of plastic. (Of course they had transferred the liquor into recyclable water bottles first) While Brittany played soccer in high school, Puck and Finn both played football.
As it was the last night, they were definitely pros at smuggling their alcohol as well as some potato chips in. Weed definitely did give them the munchies, as proven by Quinn trying to stuff her face with some bacon chips that she found in the store as well.
So needless to say, by the time the Killers took the stage, they were all in various stages of inebriation.
"Man, I really hope they play their hits!" Puck shouted above the din of the partygoers. "The Killers really rock!" He lifted his glass of beer and toasted the group. "To our last night in Benicassim!"
The 7 of them lifted their glasses and a chorus of "Salud!" rang out from the group. Santana leaned into Brittany as the blond wrapped her arm around the shorter brunette.
Kissing the top of Santana's head, Brittany breathed in the lingering smell of shampoo. "You all right there, San?" Brown eyes lifted up to meet Brittany's and Santana smiled and nodded. "Yeah. The Killers are one of my favourite bands to watch live." She paused and rolled her eyes at herself. "That and the Indigo Girls. Go figure." She gave a small smile.
The group was lingering about in the centre of the fairground in front of the stage when the emcee announced that The Killers would take the stage in 5 minutes. The crowd cheered. Well, more like the crowd went wild. Brittany overheard one of the MTV photographers that was present there estimating the crowd to be between 30000 to 40000 people.
When she mentioned it to Santana earlier, she merely rolled her eyes. "Certainly feels like it. I think this is how a sardine feels like in a can." Santana was between Brittany and Mike, with Quinn on the other side of Brittany. The trio kept rubbing shoulders together, rubbing sweat off each other. At first, they had attempted to remain their distance between each other for courtesy sake, but as the crowd grew bigger on the last night and their alcohol intake grew significantly higher, their inhibitions dropped.
"I'm so glad we did this, guys!" Quinn shouted, looping her arm around Brittany. The shorter blond was a high as a kite. Whoever knew prim and proper Quinn would prefer smoking up as opposed to drinking alcohol? Brittany laughed as she remembered filming Quinn earlier, with her eyes dilated as she started a karaoke duel with Rachel before they left the apartment.
No, she wasn't going to put that on Fondue, but it sure as hell offered her some serious blackmail content if the situation arises.
"Yeah, and I'm glad we only chose to be right in the middle of the crowd during the last day!" Tina added. "I don't think I could've survived 4 whole days being cooped up like this." She ran her fingers past the sweat gathered on her arms and flung it on the ground. "That's gross." She shuddered.
"I'm definitely glad we didn't decide to be here during the sandstorm! That shit was wicked!" Mike added, playfully rubbing his arms against his girlfriend's. Tina shoved him away and laughed when he twirled her back in and dipped her down for a kiss.
As usual, Brittany's camera was ready to preserve the moment. Just as the shutter clicked, The Killers burst onto the stage with an array of lights and when the music started, the crowd went wild.
Are we human? Or are we dancers?
"I don't get this song!" Brittany shouted over the music. Her head bobbed to the beat. "Can't we be both?" She held Santana by the waist and swayed to the music. Santana's laughter bubbled to her ears and Brittany smiled and squeezed the brunette tighter.
"I'm pretty sure that's not what they meant, Britts." Santana looked up and kissed the underside of Brittany's jaw. "Although, I have to say, I miss the old days where lyrics used to make sense." She added.
Quinn looked at them and shook her head. "Oh, don't be such old fogies, guys!" She threw her empty cup at them and giggled. Brittany gracefully side stepped the limp projectile and hugged Santana closer, nuzzling her hair. "I didn't say I didn't enjoy this." Santana rolled her eyes. "You should see the lyrics that my coursemates wrote for an assignment last semester."
Puck laughed. "Rachel wrote a song entitled 'My Headband' when we were in Glee in high school." He looked at Finn who grinned dopeyly at the mention of his girlfriend. "You couldn't get any worse than that." He laughed.
The group laughed and cheered as the next song came on.
Somebody told me, you had a girlfriend, that looked like a boyfriend.
"Yeah well, this song doesn't make any much sense either." Brittany laughed.
"You, my dear, think way too much." Santana, poked Brittany's side. "Just enjoy the music, why don't you?" Santana pulled the grinning blond head down for another kiss which Puck happily recorded as he had Brittany's camera held up to record the more popular singles that The Killers performed to show to Sam when they got back to the apartment. For a self proclaimed bad ass, Puck was sure a softie who was a good friend to those that knew him.
The Killers played for over an hour and their set list was impressive. Santana found herself dancing and singing along to about half of the songs that they played, with Brittany dancing next to her for all the songs. The two of them were glad that they had managed to get tickets for the last day as The Killers were probably the most impressive act to perform after Franz Ferdinand and Oasis - Kings of Leon can screw themselves for opting out of performing.
"I'm glad we all met up, guys!" Quinn toasted towards the end of the night. "It wouldn't have been the same without ya'll." She giggled and offered her warm beer to the group crowded around her.
"Hear, hear." Brittany cheered, lifting her camera to take a panoramic shot of all of them together in the group, handing the camera to Santana in the middle before jumping to the end of the circle to include herself in the photo.
"To Spain!" Santana toasted and everyone lifted their glasses to the sky.
"Salud!" The group cheered as the Killers faded out into the night.
When the night ended, the 7 friends took a cab back with fond memories of their entire time in Benicassim. They were all happy (and high) and excited for the second part of their trip which was going to start the next day for most of them, hence ending their Spanish adventures on a high note.
