sorry lovelies! i love you all soooo much and i'm trying really hard i promise!
When Santana, Brittany, and Rachel stepped out onto the Hummel-Hudson back deck, they simultaneously burst into giggles at the 'Fuck yeah, finals are over!' banner hanging over the table.
"Hey babes!" Matt shouted, moving from where he was leaning against the railing to envelope Santana in a hug.
"Hey Mattie!" Brittany squealed, pecking him on the cheek and moving past him to leap into Pucks arms, excitedly babbling to him, settling herself onto his lap.
"Where did you get my shirt?" Mike asked, coming up behind Rachel, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Places." Rachel replied, giggling when Mike nuzzled her neck. "No, you left it at my house a couple weeks ago after Matt showed up with Lord of the Rings and those water balloons."
At that, Mike chuckled into her shoulder and moved to wrap an arm around her shoulders to lead her towards their friends.
"Hi Quinn, how were the last of your final exams?" Rachel asked the blonde politely.
"Really sucky. But whatever, they're over. Summer time!" She said with a somewhat sincere smile. Rachel shot her a small grin and laughed lightly.
"I totally know what you mean, we're totes gonna hang all the time now right Q? 'Cause the whole you being pregnant totally messed our stuff up and I never see you anymore that that makes like super sad 'cause I love you and stuff." Brittany rambled happily.
Quinn laughed loudly and placed her hand on the other girls arm. "Of course we'll totally hang out Britt. I love you too."
"That makes me happy! Like a super lot." Brittany informed them with a bright smile. "I hope your okay with me liking Puck though 'cause I really do but I don't wanna make you sad anymore."
"No, it's fine Brit. I'm glad you're happy." Quinn said with a smile that look mildly pained.
"Thanks Q, that's really great!" Brittany replied.
"Are we gonna get crazy or what?" Santana asked loudly, sitting down next to PuckandBrittany. "I know the 'rents are on a trip so let's get this shit started!"
"Yeah yeah, calm yourself please Miss Lopez, the refreshments have arrived." Kurt announced, exiting the house carrying a crate of bottles. "Pick your poison."
"Solid Hummel. You have nice choices." Matt amended, snatching up a bottle of tequila and turning to grab a shot glass from the tray Mercedes was holding.
"Shots, shots, shots, shots, shot-shots, shots, shots, shots, shot-shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, everybody!" Santana sang the popular LMFAO song raucously, laughing and grabbing a stack of red plastic cups.
"God, could this be more cliche?" Quinn chuckled, taking a cup. "Red plastic cups, how Laguna Beach."
"It only fits! Cliche cups at a cliche party." Rachel joked quietly, accepting a cup full of something that Puck had brewed up that smelled of rum, lime, coke, and something similar to apples. "What is this?"
"I call it Loco." Puck replied with a light shrug. "Careful though, that shit will fuck you up."
Rachel laughed and tapped her cup to Brittany and Mikes before taking a hesitant sip of the drink. "Mmm. Good."
"Careful sugar, Puck has some nasty drinks. Drink slowly." Mike advised.
"Yeah, yeah." Rachel mumbled, downing the drink and beginning to strip. "Swimming anyone?"
Santana, Brittany, Puck, Matt, Kurt, and Tina cheered and began taking of their respective cover-ups.
They collectively dived into the pool, splashing and laughing together, for the most part oblivious to the drama surrounding them. Santana noticed however. She saw Finn pull Quinn aside and watched as they argued. She saw Mercedes, who was sitting near the edge of the pool with Artie, gaze longingly at Matt and so the Latina moved to protectively wrapped her arm around his shoulders from behind. It was then that she realized that while she saw everyone else's drama, she completely missed her own.
"Hey Matt?" Santana asked carefully, blinking slowly to clear her mind of the vague buzz she had going.
"What's up baby?" He asked with a smile, turning around and pulling her into his arms.
Santana laughed and nuzzled against his chest, she knew Matt always got very touchy-feely when he drank. "Can we go out on a date some time?"
"Damn it!" Matt crowed, scrunching his face and stomping his foot under water.
"What?" Santana asked, bewildered.
"I was supposed to do that! Now I'm all lame and stuff 'cause you asked first. Take it back." Matt demanded, looking down at her and tightening his arms around her waist.
"What?" Santana asked, even more confused.
"Take it back! I wanna asked." Matt informed her in the voice she likened to that of a toddler.
"Okay... I take it back." Santana said slowly.
"Great!" Matt smiled goofily. "Hey San?"
"Yeah Rutherford?" She asked quietly.
"Wanna go out tomorrow night?" He asked adorably.
"Yeah. I'd like that." Santana nodded before resting her chin on his shoulder.
"Awesome." He mumbled into her hair. "Thanks for letting me have that."
"Of course Mattie. It was kind of adorable." She replied.
"Did you ask because Mercedes is looking at me like she wants to devour me?" He asked her slyly.
"...Maybe." She murmured slowly. "How did you know?"
"'Cause I'm awesome like that." He said back. "Doesn't matter though 'cause now I got you."
"Yeah I guess that's true." She responded, smiling into his shoulder.
"Hey has anyone seen Q?" Brittany asked loudly from where she was hanging off Rachel's back.
"Or Finn?" Mike added, picking up his girlfriend and the blonde she was carrying and throwing them to the other side of the pool, having to yell the question over the sound of their laughter and shrieks.
"I think they're in the kitchen talking." Kurt told them, climbing into the pool slowly, careful to not get his hair wet.
"Ah. Okay." Tina said lightly.
"Not okay. What do you think they're doing?" Puck asked lowly.
Everyone stopped what they were doing when they heard the sound of glass shattering and the glass door leading to the deck slid open violently and Quinn ran out, grabbed her bag and ran around the side of the house before anyone could say anything.
"Oh shit." Mercedes said, voicing what all of them were thinking.
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