"Brittany, what are you doing?" Quinn asks as she comes back in the room, fully dressed and dolled up.
"Quinn, am I ugly?" Brittany asks with tears bulging out of the corner of her eyes. Quinn sighs sadly at how Brittany's acting; she's always been the confident one. Quinn wraps her arm around Brittany's shoulder and looks at the Brittany in the mirror.
"No, Britt. Never." She rubs Brittany's arm and hugs her closer. Brittany stays still. "Look at me, Brittany." Brittany doesn't respond. Quinn palms both her cheeks in her hands and forces Brittany to look at her. "You are beautiful, okay?"
"Okay." Brittany says meekly and looks back at the mirror, Quinn forces her to look back at her.
"You can't let your self esteem to depend on another person, Brittany. I did that with Puckerman that one night and look what happened to me."
"I don't think Santana would ever get me pregnant." Quinn giggles a little and uses it as a transition to easier conversation, she lets go of Brittany and they both look back at themselves in the mirror. Quinn gives Brittany a bright smile and then notices a miniscule error in her eye-liner. She lets go of Brittany and runs back to the bathroom to fix her make up.
Brittany lies back down on her bed and takes a deep breath. She thinks about forgetting Santana and everything she's felt for her. The idea of life without daydreaming or thinking about Santana was a complete mystery to Brittany. Ever since the first day she saw Santana, Brittany's completely forgotten what life was like without her around. She's forgotten all the boys, all the parties, and at first she thought it was all that acid finally kicking in but she's realized that it wasn't the acid at all. Or the shrooms that she found Lord Tubbington growing behind her couch, it was Santana and how she's changed her to be the studious, much more logical Brittany that she's become today and now Brittany does realize that she's jeopardizing all that now that she may be once again going back to her old ways. It's all very scary to Brittany, the idea of such a sudden shift and now she feels so alone and empty with nothing to work towards. Brittany begins to tear up until full drops start repeatedly falling on to her bedspread. Quinn comes back inside and frowns at the destroyed figure in front of her. She lays down next to Brittany.
"Britt, if she can't commit to you the same way you can commit to her, then I think it's time to let this little crush go, besides she's a Spanish teacher for god's sake. You can do better." Quinn gives Brittany another gentle hug. "Besides after a few drinks and some cute boys, you won't even remember her name, okay?" Quinn wipes the remaining tears on Brittany's face and gives her a smile. "Now, go get your bag."
The girls make it out of Brittany's house and into Quinn's car where they make their way to Rick 'The Stick' Nelson's house.
"So, where's the party?" Brittany asks.
"Some apartment complex, apparently Rick's parents kicked him out of their house and he's living in an apartment."
"How is he paying for the apartment?"
"I guess his parents are paying for it."
"So, they're paying money to have their son not live with him?"
"I don't know, Britt. I'm not a parent."
~hnng~
"Do you want a beer?" Someone asks Brittany. Her and Quinn had just walked into the part and already they were being bombarded with red solo cups, blunts, and hoots from the entire hockey team.
"Yeah, sure." Brittany agrees and is led quickly to a beer keg. Before taking the beer, Brittany spots a bottle of tequila with some shot glasses around it. She forgets about the beer and goes straight for the tequila, nearly pouring it on herself. One shot turns into three and Brittany ditches the glasses and bring the bottle's nozzle up to her lips, before she could start chugging, Quinn stops her.
"Whoa there, BrittBritt." Quinn snatches the bottle from Brittany.
"What?"
"I think we should hold off on the tequila for a bit." Quinn explains.
"Why? Did you find any vodka?"
"No, but I can find you some water, if you want."
"Dancefloor." Brittany stumbles away from Quinn and into the horde of sweaty teenagers grinding in the middle of the apartment. Brittany slides in between to nameless faces. Quinn watches silently as Brittany completely loses herself to the music, she looks at the guy behind Brittany as he smirks at his friends while he puts his hands on Brittany's gyrating body and pulls her closer to his pelvic area. Quinn glances at Brittany again and she notices that Brittany's gone. She searches the room and finds Brittany on top of a table as she starts to peel off her tank top, once it lands on the floor and pack of boys start crowding around the table, Brittany takes a big gulp out of a beer can that was already on the table and gives off a loud scream.
"Fuck." Quinn says at the striking realization that the new Brittany was slowly starting to fade away.
~unf~
"God, what the fuck is all that noise?" Santana says as she walks out her room with her pajamas all wrinkled up from failed attempts at sleeping. She sees Blaine at the kitchen counter as he pours himself a glass of wine.
"I think the upstairs neighbors are throwing a party."
"It's a Wednesday."
"Maybe we should join them." Blaine offers.
"Ugh, no." Santana says. She starts searching through all the cabinets and drawers.
"What are you looking for?"
"Vicodin, ambien, anything so that I can sleep through all the fucking noise." Santana gives up and takes Blaine's wine glass.
"Have you been crying?" Blaine asks as he takes a closer look at Santana's red puffy eyes.
"No, I'm just tired." Santana says and takes a considerable sip of wine.
"You can tell me, S."
"I'm just tired." It wasn't even that Santana didn't want to tell Blaine what happened, she just didn't want to talk about it in general or think about it for that matter. "Are you sure we don't have any vicodin?"
"I think Sebastian finished them off."
"That asshole."
"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong? I don't like seeing you like this, all red eyed and upset."
"I'm just tired, Blaine. Please, just let it go."
"Okay, but I'm here. I'm always here, and so is my wine but you know that." He says as Santana takes another gulp of the wine. He's about to wrap his arm around her shoulder, when they're interrupted by a loud crash coming from the ceiling.
"Who the fuck has a party on a Wednesday?" Santana screams at the ceiling.
"Do you want me to go tell them to quiet down?"
"How about I call the fucking cops."
"How about I tell them to quiet down." Blaine makes his way to the door but Santana stops him.
"I'll do it." Santana's always been one to take her anger out on others. She leaves the apartment and trudges up the stairs. She knocks on the dark green door repeatedly and then decides to just go in due to lack of response. As she takes the view in, she notices that most of the faces gathered up inside the apartment are all familiar to Santana, but the most familiar to Santana had to be the one that was currently attached to another boy's lips.
Alright, hope you enjoyed this. I know that a lot of you wanted some sort of interaction between Brittany and Santana so this could definitely set them up for that. Tell me what you might think will happen in the next chapter in the reviews. See you in two days.