The next morning when Santana wakes up she finds herself in the same position as she was last night, with a very naked Brittany pulled into her. She tightened her arm slightly, not enough to wake Brittany but enough to satisfy the urge to hold her tighter. She knew Brittany would have to spend a lot of time and focus on her work for the dance concert, but she hoped that they'd have this weekend to spend a little more time together. She wondered briefly if anyone had ever made Brittany breakfast in bed. Which, she decides, is stupid to think about and very unlikely. So Santana decided she would. The dilemma being could she force herself to extract herself from a very naked, very beautiful woman in order to get up and cook? She didn't want to, but she really wanted to make her smile. So she gently removed her arm, and kissed her between her shoulder blades pulled up the covers and got out of bed. She remembers with a grimace that she definitely needed to wash her bedding. She thinks she should maybe be ashamed of herself, but she can't help but think anyone might cum watching Brittany come undone like that. Yeah, she doesn't have it in her to be ashamed.
Brittany scrunches her nose in her sleep and rolls over onto the side Santana had previously been occupying and pulls her pillow to her chest. Everything Brittany does makes her heart feel like it's going to burst in the best way. Then a thought hits her, she doesn't want Brittany to wake up with her not in bed and think even for a second that she left her. So she leaves a note right next to her. Shorts and a sports bra later and she heads to the kitchen. Unconcerned if Quinn sees her in this state of undress, as this is typical attire for her when they're both home. She loves that she doesn't need to hide herself, or even think about hiding herself here.
Just as she's mixing pancake mix in the bowl she hears someone shuffle in. She only half hopes it's Brittany, still wanting to bring her breakfast in bed. She looks up but it's Quinn. "You look tired Q." Quinn stops shuffling and glares at her and shakes her head.
"I'm happy for you. I really am. Ecstatically happy even. But you guys seriously have to learn to be quieter. Specifically Brittany has to be quieter. Or you guys have to do it in the morning when I'm already awake. Or when I'm not home. Or anything. Really anything. But if I have you hear your name screamed through the wall one more time I'm coming in there and spraying you both with cold water." Santana stopped stirring the mix sometime in the middle of Quinn's rant.
"I didn't think of that."
"Obviously. It's ok. And like I said, I'm honestly happy. I just don't want to hear how happy she is. In the middle of you pounding her. Or whatever."
"I wasn't-"
"Not the point San! What you were doing is definitely not the point and also something I don't want to hear."
"Ok. We will be better about it. Can you just not talk to Britt about it? I don't want to embarrass her. I'm used to you being embarrassing." Quinn laughed and punched Santana in the arm.
"You got it. And try to wipe that stupid smile off your face every time you say her name."
A sound somewhere else in the apartment pulls Brittany into consciousness. She wasn't sleeping very deeply. She squeezes her arms around…not Santana. She opens her eyes and notes that Santana is definitely not there. She's not panicked, or sad, she just misses her face. She rolls over and stretches and her hand hits something not blanket. She pulls a note closer to her face. "Making you breakfast in bed. But I didn't want you to wake up and think I didn't want to still be here with you." Signed with a heart. Brittany pulls it to her chest. She gets up and throws on a pair of Santana's boxers and her tank top and wanders into the kitchen where she sees Santana cooking and talking to Quinn.
Santana hears Brittany first and looks over to her and her face lights up. "Morning baby. Sorry I didn't get to bring it to you in bed but breakfast is almost finished." Brittany skips over and throws her arms around Santana's neck and kisses her innocently.
Quinn watches the interaction and feels a little like she's intruding. She watches Santana hold Brittany like she's the most precious thing in the world. She think to Santana, Brittany might be just that. She hops off the counter and is about to head back into her room when Brittany catches sight of her and breaks away from Santana and throws her arms around her.
"Morning Quinn!" Quinn hugs her back, because why not? And because she's pretty sure Santana would hit her if she refused Brittany a hug. But then she started thinking about everything she heard last night and pats Brittany awkwardly. She catches a look from Santana, one that clearly says 'you better not be thinking about my girlfriend and her sex noises while you hug her'. Or maybe Quinn was imagining it. But probably not.
They all sit down to eat breakfast together and Santana remembers yesterday and is filled with pride. "Brittany tell Quinn the good news!" Brittany swallows her pancake and looks at her for a second before remembering what Santana was talking about. Because at first she thought she was talking about after the shower, but she was fairly certain Santana didn't wan to talk about that at breakfast with Quinn.
"Oh! Quinn I got a solo in the winter dance concert!"
"That's a big deal Brittany! Are we celebrating? We could have a party here tonight!" Santana nods enthusiastically.
"We can if you guys want." But Brittany sounds less enthusiastic with her response.
"Babe it's about what you want. We're celebrating you."
"It's just that I'm still kind of tired." Quinn shoots a raised eyebrow at Santana who is obviously ignoring her. "And I know we're going to be getting busier soon so maybe if we just did a movie night? Maybe some wine. I just don't want to do too much. Is that ok?"
"Definitely B. We can invite Sam and 'Cedes. And Kurt and his boy. Anyone else?"
"Maybe Rachel?" Santana hesitantly nods. She really isn't that bad she guesses. "And Mike and Tina?"
"Text them. We'll go out and get snacks and stuff. You get to pick the movie." She grabs Brittany's empty plate and kisses her on the mouth. "Mmm syrupy." Quinn rolls her eyes and thrusts her plate at Santana who just winks at her.
"I'll text the people I know if you'll text the others Brittany." Quinn offers. Brittany nods and sends a text to the other three. She had just barely sent it when she received a reply from Rachel that made her laugh.
"What'd they say babe?" Santana asks.
"Rachel just texted back. It says; should I bring finger sandwiches and what might the dress code be?" They both laugh and she texts Rachel back.
To Rachel: Comfy clothes. No finger sandwiches please.
She and Santana continued laughing while the final dishes were put in the dishwasher. Brittany got up and began going through the cupboards mentally noting snacks they might need to get. She hopped up on the counter and sat there waiting for Santana to finish cleaning. As soon as she did, she came and stood between the taller girls legs, grabbing her behind the knees and pulling her into her body. "I'm so proud of you B. I don't think I can say it enough. You are amazing." She looks up into Brittany's eyes adoringly. Brittany leans down and presses her lips softly into Santana's and holds herself there for a moment before wrapping her arms around her neck and deepening the kiss. They parted but left their foreheads pressed together enjoying the closeness.
Quinn came back in and witnessed the interaction. She watched the way Santana looked into Brittany's eyes. Reverent. That's the best word she could come up with. The best part was that, as far as she could tell, Brittany felt the same way. She had reservations, not specifically about Brittany but about any girl claiming interest in Santana. But this, and Brittany in general, felt so honest. She trusted it. Some small part of her was a little jealous but the bigger part was just happy for her friend.
"We should shower and get going to the grocery store." Santana patted Brittany's naked thighs. Brittany giggled and wrapped her legs tightly around her back.
"Carry me!" She laughed. And much quicker then she anticipated Santana pulled her off the counter and wrapped her arms tightly around her so she wouldn't fall. Brittany screamed and tightens her hold. "San don't drop me!"
"I won't baby. I promise. You barely weigh anything." And she didn't. Not really. Santana was always slightly surprised how tiny Brittany's frame felt pressed against her. She made it to the bedroom and deposited her onto the bed gently and pressed her lips to her laughing girlfriend's. "Shower together or separate?"
"Mmmmm how much time do we have?" Brittany nuzzled her nose along Santana's cheek.
"Not long. But I can behave myself if you can."
"I can try." Brittany laid gentle kisses along Santana's jaw. Santana pulled herself up and they both went to the bathroom. She started the shower and pulled her clothes off and got in, not oblivious to Brittany staring at her naked body. The blonde steps in behind her and wraps her arms around her. Santana looks down at the pale hands flattened against her tan stomach. She rotated in her arms and put her arms around Brittany's neck trying desperately not to focus on the way their wet bodies slipped deliciously together, or to think about what had happened after last night's shower.
Brittany was having similar problems as she felt Santana's mostly soft dick pressed against her. She wanted to touch her. She wanted to be touched. But she also really liked the tenderness of the moment. And while even the thought made her feel a little stupid, but the idea that they could be naked together and do things like this and it not always be about sex was exciting. So she leaned down and kissed Santana gently. When they parted Santana asked "Can I wash your hair?" Brittany bit her bottom lip and nodded.
After the shower, which was mostly tame save for a few kisses that went on longer than intended, they got dressed. Brittany walked over to Santana's closet and grabbed a hoodie without asking. She pulled it on and then realized what she'd done and sheepishly looked back at Santana who just nodded her head. "Pretty soon you're going to have all of my hoodies. I'm going to have to start taking yours. It's ok they look better on you anyway." Brittany mentally noted to bring Santana one of her hoodies. She wishes she had one with her last name on it so she could give that one to Santana. "How do you make sweat pants look good? My girlfriend is beautiful." Santana said before wrapping her arms around Brittany once more.
"What a coincidence. My girlfriend is also beautiful. Actually the most beautiful ever." Santana bashfully pressed her face into Brittany.
"Come on sap we gotta go grocery shopping."
When they get back from grocery shopping Quinn is just finishing vacuuming the living room so they put the groceries away. They had slept late so it was already close to when people were going to start showing up. Brittany had been fielding random questions from Rachel all afternoon and was pretty hopeful that everything was going to go ok with that. She really wanted her friends to like Rachel enough to at least let her continue inviting her to things.
Brittany finished helping Quinn in the living room when she saw Santana bringing in an armful of blankets as big as her. "What are you doing babe?"
"Making us a bed to cuddle during the movie. I wants to get my cuddle on." Brittany loved how serious Santana was as she watched her lay down layer after layer of blankets. "Ok. Our spot. Claimed."
"Dork." Quinn coughed as she walked past her into the kitchen.
Before to long people started to show up. Sam and Mercedes brought the wine and congratulated Brittany on her getting the dance solo. Mike and Tina came and everyone laughed as Mike and Brittany jumped around like teenage girls about the solo. Mike promising to help Brittany as much as she needed. And after introductions, Tina offered to help Brittany with her costume. Blaine and Kurt showed up and talked to Tina about things going on in the department. Finally someone knocked at the door and Brittany assumed it was Rachel.
When she opened the door Rachel was standing there looking, much to Brittany's surprise, slightly nervous. "Hello Brittany, thank you for inviting me to tonight's activity. Am I late? I got a little bit lost."
"You're fine Rach. Everyone is already inside. You might know some people. They are in the same program as you I think." She led her inside and it turns out she did know Blaine, who introduced her to Kurt and Tina. Tina introduced her to Mike and everything seemed to be going pretty well. Santana was in the kitchen wrestling with a wine bottle still it seemed. She thought about going to help her when both she and Quinn entered.
"Yo tiny. You made it." Santana said by way of greeting as she passed her and took Brittany's hand.
"Oh Rachel. You need to meet Quinn. She's Santana's roommate." Brittany pulled Rachel and Santana over to Quinn. "Quinn this is my roommate Rachel. Rachel, Quinn." Both Brittany and Santana noticed the way that Quinn's eyes widened slightly and she swallowed several times in a row before reaching her hand out for Rachel to shake.
"I I am Quinn. But she said that. Sorry. Hi. Can I get you anything at all? Wine. Food. Anything?" Quinn rambled nervously. Behind Rachel, Brittany and Santana just continued to watch the interaction with confusion, both heads cocked to the side. Santana, for her part, had never seen Quinn act like this before. Could she possibly…no way. Santana thought.
"I'm fine. Thank you Quinn. And thank you for having me over. I'm really excited to hang out."
"Me too. Excited. I mean. Did someone pick the movie yet?" She starts looking around slightly frantically to stop herself from babbling at Rachel "Who picked the movie?"
Brittany steps in to save her. She has figured out that Quinn is definitely crushing on her roommate, which she thinks is adorable but slightly confusing. She wasn't sure Quinn swung that way, but I guess no labels means she's open to anything, and it's Rachel. Who has the sex appeal of a kitten in her opinion. But everybody has their thing. Kittens must be Quinn's. Or…whatever. "I picked the movie. We're watching Camp. It's about performing arts summer camp." They all start settling down and taking their seats.
"I haven't. But I have been to several Performing Arts summer programs so I am interested to see how accurately they depict them. I actually started summer programs at the age of five, which is fairly young comparatively but talent knows no age limits you know." Kurt nodded and then started to talk about his performance history, which launched Rachel into another rant.
"This is going to take a while. I'm getting the wine." Santana kissed Brittany's temple and got up and headed to the kitchen. Brittany looked around the room and noticed that Mike and Tina were looking at something on Mikes phone, and Sam was looking at Santana's movie collection. Mercedes, Blaine, Rachel, and Kurt were wrapped up in conversation, which mostly consisted in them trying to talk over each other. Quinn was paying rapt attention to every word Rachel said. She looked ridiculous actually, Brittany thought. Nodding and wide eyed every time Rachel said anything. Rachel beamed with delight at the attention she was being paid. And maybe a little at just being around people who didn't appear to find her annoying. Except for Santana.
"Barbara junior, how do you talk so much without breathing?"
"I have excellent breath control Santana I thought that you as a singer would know a-"
"It was a joke. No dissertation needed. Thank you. Frodo called though, said he and the other hobbits, your people, miss you." Brittany snorted into the wine glass Santana had handed her.
"San that's mean."
"I am well aware of my stature Santana, thank you for continually pointing it out. Anyway, as I was saying I won my first monologue competition at the age of-"
"We're never starting the movie." Santana said as she dramatically flopped back onto the blanket pile she and Brittany were sitting on.
"Shut up Santana let her talk." Quinn hissed through clenched teeth. "Go ahead Rachel, you were how old?" She said sweetly and goes back to paying rapt attention to Rachel. Santana thought that Quinn had never been more obvious in her life.
"Q. I need you to help me in the kitchen real quick."
"Can't Brittany help? I'm busy."
"No you aren't. And no she can't. Kitchen. Now." Quinn reluctantly got up, made easier only by the fact that Kurt had shifted the focus to him, and she had no real interest in what he was saying. They went into the kitchen. "Oh my God. Q, do you have the hots for the little jew-Berry?"
"Don't call her that." Quinn snapped as she started shuffling things on the counter around.
"But you do. You're crushing on Berry!" Santana says, trying to keep her voice down, but her amusement shines through.
"How could I not? Have you seen her?" Quinn throws herself into a chair at the table.
"Uh. Quinn, have you seen my girlfriend? Other women don't even exist comparatively. Plus how can you see past the giant wall of sound that appears because she literally cannot keep her mouth shut. She's annoying."
"She's not annoying! She is…passionate. And verbose! And Beautiful." Quinn says with a sigh. Santana fights the laughter down.
"Whatever you say Q. Try sitting next to her."
"And torture myself? She's probably straight. She probably has a boyfriend." Santana thought that people only pined like this in movies. Ok, maybe she did a little over Brittany but mostly that was silent or in the form of sappy love songs in her room or in the practice studio. Quinn was being ridiculous.
"She's not straight. She doesn't have a boyfriend. I'm actually pretty sure she's never even been kissed." Quinn's eyes snap up to Santana.
"Really?"
"Yeah Q. Just sit next to her or something. But I'm going to start this movie because this side of you makes me want to puke a little bit." Santana winks at her to let her know she's joking, and grabs the bottle of wine and goes back into the living room.
When she gets back out there, she manages to silence people enough to agree to put the movie in, and notices when Quinn comes back in and sits a very safe, very platonic distance away from Rachel. But on the same couch at least.
After the movie and several bottles of wine between them, she's got a very pink cheeked Brittany snuggled up to her. She reluctantly gets up, and helps Brittany up to say goodbye to everyone. Rachel, who hadn't drunk anything, thanked them for inviting her. Then she went up to Quinn and thanked her as well.
"Thank you for having me Quinn. I really enjoyed myself."
"Uh. Thank you. I mean. You are welcome. We should maybe hang out sometime if you wanted. I know you're busy and but yeah. Maybe? I could give you my number or something. Or you could-"
"Ok! Let me put your phone number in my phone and I'll text you so you have mine!" Rachel pulls out her phone.
"I like your pink. I mean your phone. It's pink." Quinn internally curses herself. "I like it." She finishes lamely. Santana is bighting her fist to keep from laughing. Brittany is just draped over Santana half focusing on the situation. Half kind of asleep but both halves were very happy, she decided.
"Thank you! I put the gold star on it myself. Stars are kind of my thing. Ok I've texted you. I must get going though, I have signed up for an early session in one of the practice rooms! Thank you again!" She waves as she leaves and Santana shuts the door behind her.
"Sanny I'm like a koala." Brittany mumbles as she continues to follow behind Santana still draped over her, sort of walking, sort of being dragged.
"You are the prettiest koala I've ever seen. We'll go to bed soon I just got to make fun of Quinn real quick." The walk over to Quinn.
"She's perf- I've got to go journal." Quinn gets up and runs into her bedroom.
"Never mind then. Bed time for us boo. Give me your legs." She pulls Brittany's legs around her so that she's giving Brittany a piggyback ride. She dumps Brittany on the bed who starts giggling.
"Good wine."
"I figured you liked it. You had a lot of it. It was a very fancy bottle of two buck chuck." She joked. "Want to put PJS on or are you ok like this?"
"Pull my pants off."
"My pleasure." Santana pulled the sweat pants off that Brittany had been wearing, leaving her in her boy short underwear. "Ok sit up." She pulled her up and pulled off the hoodie. Brittany then, in a way that seemed way more complex than it needed to be, removed her shirt leaving her in just a sports bra and her underwear. Santana was quickly finding out that this was Brittany's preferred sleep ware and was slightly ashamed that she had the brief thought that she hoped Rachel didn't get to see her like this. It wasn't a crippling sort of jealousy she had, she just couldn't help wanting to be the only person who knew Brittany as well as she did, and, yeah, got to see her half naked. Or naked at all. All nudity reserved for her eyes only.
"You. Boxers. Sports Bra. Cuddle. Now." Brittany demanded as she crawled under the covers. Quick to please her, Santana undressed to the desired state, noting that she hadn't put on her compression shorts at all that day. She simply forgot. It was nice. She crawled under the blankets and took Brittany into her arms. "I think I want to use the money I won to take us on a nice date. After things are less crazy maybe." Brittany sleepily admitted into Santana's chest.
"Yeah I was thinking the same thing. Actually my brothers gave me some money under the orders that I take you on some nice dates. They really like you."
"Good I like them too." Brittany mumbles.
"I was thinking maybe we could combine the winning money, and the money from my brothers and after the dance concert, we could get a hotel in New York City. Maybe go to a fancy dinner or something. It's fall break starting the weekend after the concert so it's perfect. Unless you were wanting to celebrate with your friends or something, I would understand completely."
"Nope. Just you. I want to celebrate with you. That sounds perfect." She whispered. And then in a less dreamy voice, "And then I guess I can just fly out of New York to go home." Santana had forgot that Brittany would have to go home over breaks. She hadn't thought about it at all really. But the idea of Brittany going back to those people, back to a place where it was very likely he would be, did not sit well with her. She'd have to talk to her mother, see if maybe she could bring Brittany home with her this break. If not, maybe her and Brittany could spend it together here at her apartment. She wasn't sure. But she was sure that if Brittany didn't want to go home, then she'd do everything she could to help make it so she didn't have to. She nearly brought it up to Brittany but she notices her breath evening out, and body lose all tension. A definite sign that she had fallen asleep. She'd talk to her about it another time.
The next few weeks flew by. Brittany was busy with the dance concert, Santana was working as the rehearsal pianist for the theatre department for some extra money and mostly a way to take up time that Brittany wasn't available. They continued rigorous study sessions at the library in an effort to keep Brittany's grades up. One night while lying on the couch exhausted as she often was, Brittany brought up Halloween plans.
"There's usually this huge Halloween block party that happens. And then tons of house parties. Everyone usually does that." Brittany nods into her chest. "What do you want to be for Halloween?" Brittany just shrugs. "Hey Q any Halloween ideas?"
Quinn sets her book down and thinks for a second. "We have those old cheerleading uniforms the coach was getting rid of that we took. We could do something with those. Like zombie cheerleaders! I know we have at least three. Me you and Britt could do that!"
"We could call ourselves the Unholy Trinity." Brittany mumbles, eyes still closed but smiling. "I like it."
"That's bad ass B." Santana comments as she strokes her hair.
"Tina would probably help us with makeup. Could they come too? They are gonna be vampires."
"Definitely. What's short stack doing for Halloween Quinn? Made any progress there?"
"No." She sighs. "I just can't get up the nerve to say anything about feelings. But we've hung out a few times. It breaks my heart that she doesn't have many friends. But I guess her Blaine and Kurt have hung out a few times. I just don't want to seem over eager by asking her to hang out all the time."
"Move on it Q. She obviously likes you. Is she coming with us on Halloween?"
"No unfortunately. Her, Blaine, and Kurt are going to some guys party."
"Mike and Tina mentioned it but said they weren't going. It was going to be way to show tunes for them, were Tina's words." Brittany recalled.
"Well either way we'll probably see them out. I know Sam and Mercedes were planning on going to a couple different places too. Come on baby lets get you to bed." Brittany nodded and hauled her sore exhausted body off of the couch and into Santana's room. They'd been spending increasingly more nights together. Brittany found she slept better with Santana and her mind raced less. Santana was just glad for any time they got to spend together even if they were almost always eating, studying, or sleeping.
When the day of the Halloween block party came, the three of them, Tina and Mike decided to get ready at Santana and Quinn's apartment. After an hour and a half of pregaming, makeup, and costumes they headed out into the streets. Santana and Brittany were well on their way to drunk by time they got to the main area of the block party. After spending an hour there, they decided to go to one of the house parties since they couldn't drink at any of the bars hosting the block party. When they get there, Santana makes them some drinks from the alcohol littering the counter and brings them back to the group who are all dancing in what must have been the living room at one point.
After a few drinks they are all officially drunk. Mike and Tina are dancing a few feet away, and Quinn is leaning against the wall watching her friends and drinking, wishing she were with Rachel. Santana and Brittany were dancing really closely when Santana feels Brittany pulling away. Brittany starts taking her top off, eyes locked on Santana. She notices that lots of other people are starting to watch but Brittany only has eyes for her and doesn't notice. Or doesn't care. Brittany is very clearly a stripper drunk. Santana is torn. On one hand, she'd love to see a topless Brittany right now. On the other, all of these people would see Brittany topless. Her Brittany. Topless. People watching. Thinking bad thoughts about Her. Brittany. Tears begin to well up in her eyes.
Quinn immediately recognizes what's about to happen. She hadn't known Brittany was a stripper drunk, but she definitely knew Santana was an emotional one. And she was going to start crying any second. She pushed away from the wall headed in her direction but before she could get there, she watched Brittany take a near weeping Santana into her arms and pull her off to the side. Quinn walked up behind Brittany and resecured her top just to do what she could to help the situation.
"What's wrong baby? Why are you crying?"
"I just don't want other people looking at you. You are mine. And they all want to take you." Santana cries pathetically.
"I am yours. And nobody can take me. Just yours. Always."
"Always?"
"I hope so."
"Me too." Santana sniffs and hugs Brittany tighter. "I think I should stop drinking."
"I should stop too maybe. Want to go home?"
"Not yet. Let's just hang out for a little ok. But keep holding my hand." Santana tightened her hold on Brittany's hand to emphasize her desire.
"Wouldn't dream of letting go." Brittany responded by tightening her grip as well.
They walked back over to Quinn who was finishing yet another drink. She noticed that neither girl was drinking their drink so she thought maybe she'd do that for them as well. Several minutes later, Quinn was sufficiently drunk, drunker than Santana has ever seen her and she's interested to watch this play out. "I love her. I love her sweaters and her skirts and her face and her hair and her mouth and her headbands Santana. I love her." Quinn claims as she sways against the wall. "I need to find her. I need to quest to find Rachel Barbara Berry" She yells over the crowd and heads off clearly on a mission. Santana runs to catch up and Brittany tells Tina and Mike they're leaving, they follow along. This is going to be good Santana thinks as she catches up.
They get to the house that Rachel, Kurt and Blaine had said they'd be at and judging by the rather loud version of Over the Rainbow that they could hear from two houses away, they're correct. They go inside and find Rachel almost immediately. She's drinking a Smirnoff ice standing next to Blaine who looks decidedly sober.
"Berry I had no idea you were such a lush." Santana comments as they approach the two.
"Santana I'll have you kn-" hiccup "ow that I…" she looks around. "This tastes pink!" She exclaims and takes another drink.
"It's her third. She's completely drunk, it's hilarious." Blaine comments good-naturedly.
Santana looks around for Quinn who is just watching Rachel with a dopey expression on her face. She seemed to have lost the bravado that led them here in the first place. "Gonna talk to her Q?"
"Yeah. Yeah. I am." Quinn nods and walks up to Rachel who immediately throws her arms around her.
"QUINN! I was hoping you'd come! I'm so glad you're here! I am." Rachel hugs tighter before letting go. Brittany thinks Quinn looks a little like she might throw up on Rachel.
"I want to kiss you." She blurts out. Word vomit, Brittany was half right she decides. Rachel's eyes go wide.
"Oh ok. I've never kissed anybody." Santana did an internal victory dance. Quinn was going to lay down the moves and stop pining over Berry. Any second now. But instead, she watches as Quinn's lower lip starts to quiver. And then the floodgates open.
"I am so sorry! I can't. I'm such a bad person. I didn't even mean to I have so many feelings and I just have all these impure thoughts about deflowering your mouth with my mouth and you probably hate me!" Quinn slurs and sobs at the same time. Santana notes that zombies look ridiculous when they cry. Rachel looks unsure what to do so she does the only thing that makes sense to her malt beverage addled brain and leans up and places a chaste kiss on Quinn's tear dampened lips, effectively shutting her up. Which they are all grateful for. Quinn touches her lips and smiles.
"Ok Drunky Brewster we need to get you to bed." Santana says taking Quinn's arm and preparing to drag her home.
"WAIT! I need to- can I? Can I hold Rachel's hand? Just for two minutes." Santana looks around and finds Brittany and mouths what the fuck to her. Brittany just laughs and mouths let her back. She lets Quinn go who walks over to Rachel with her head bent to her chest and holds out her hand hoping that Rachel will take it. Who does, of course. They all stand there in very awkward silence as Rachel stands there holding Quinn's hand, looking up at her. And Quinn is looking at Rachel like she's just won the best prize ever. Santana can't help but think it's cute. In the lamest way possible.
A few minutes later Santana realizes that there really is no natural conclusion to this awkward moment brought to you by fucking tequila and Smirnoff so she finds a subtle way to end it. "Fabgay. We've got to go. You're drunk as fuck." She hopes for a second that Brittany won't be upset with her but she hears her laugh and that's all the answer she needs. Santana goes to pull Quinn away from Rachel and they just hold tighter. Blaine steps in and grabs Rachel and helps pull her in the opposite direction.
"Goodbye Rachel! Par-"hiccup "ting is such sweet" hiccup "sorry but I" hiccup "forget the rest."
"Did she just quote Shakespeare?" Blaine asked. "Yeah you better get her home."
They pull Quinn out of the party and walk her home. She becomes quiet as they leave and lets the two other girls pull her home. When they get there Santana sets her up with a bottle of water, some aspirin, and a puke bucket on the couch, after helping her clean off her makeup.
"Why my bed?" Quinn mumbles.
"Because we have hard wood floors out here and if you puke on it, you'll thank me when you don't have to clean it out of the carpet. Goodnight Q." She kisses her on the forehead and walks back into the bathroom and cleans off her own makeup before heading to the bedroom. Brittany is already undressing and climbing into bed in just her underwear. "I wish I could take advantage of how close to naked you are right now but I'm so tired and I think my shoulder is numb from supporting Q for that last half mile."
"Sleep now. Sexy times another day." Brittany mumbles. Santana nods peeling off her compression shorts and sliding a pair of boxers on. She climbs in next to Brittany who immediately climbs half onto her naked chest. She traces her fingers along the sore lines left by the shorts hoping to sooth them a little. They both are too tired to talk much. But just before they both fall asleep Santana chuckles. "I can not wait to make all kind of fun of Quinn tomorrow."
"Be nice San." Brittany responds before kissing her cheek and falling asleep.
AN: Sorry it took so long. Next update shouldn't, I hope. Thank you again for all the reviews and messages on tumblr and twitter. If you don't already, please follow me there. User name is klikeszombies on both sites.
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