"Oh my god," Santana groaned, rolling over and falling off of the couch in Puck's living room onto a pile of beer cans and red plastic cups. She could hear talking coming from the general direction of the kitchen so she heaved herself up and rubbed her head as she walked, wondering what happened to Brittany. She remembered making out with her in front of some football players, but that's the last of it.
When she got into the kitchen, Puck was sitting on the counter, toasting with Brittany, Finn, and Mike. "To the greatest night none of us remember."
They all hit their cups together and drank.
"Hey," Mike reached around Brittany and picked up a camera off of the counter, "This looks promising."
"What happened to Quinn and Rachel?" Finn looked around.
Puck shrugged and looked down at the camera in Mike's hand as he started to look through the pictures, "I think they're in Quinn's room. I heard the door lock when me and Brittany went to my room. I heard them moving around in there this morning, but they haven't come out yet"
Santana froze in the doorway. Brittany went with Puck to his room? She didn't remember that. She certainly wouldn't have let it happen. When there's a girl in Puck's room, there's only one thing going on.
"Dude, you look like hell," Puck smirked when he saw her.
Brittany saw her and immediately walked over to her, pulling her hair out of the loose ponytail. Brittany straightened out Santana's shirt and ran her fingers through Santana's hair, making her look a lot better. Then she grinned and hugged Santana, "Good morning."
"What time it is?" Santana rubbed her eyes and looked down at her clothes, "And why am I wearing Puck's Kiss shirt?"
Puck grinned and handed the camera to Santana, "You and Brittany decided it was a good idea to strip and get into the hot tub."
Santana took the camera and looked down at the picture of her and Brittany laughing in the hot tub clad only in their panties and bras. She turned to the next picture. It was Tina standing on the coffee table, dancing.
"Jesus," Santana handed it back to Puck. "What else did I do last night?"
Puck started looking through the pictures again while Finn answered, "You told me you thought I was gay. Then you said you thought Brittany was the hottest person in the world and said you were so in love with her which you do at every party. Then you said you wanted a cheeseburger and no one was sober enough to take you to get one so you ordered a pizza and told the pizza guy you'd give him twenty bucks if he went to get you a cheeseburger."
"Did he bring it?"
"Yeah," Mike nodded, "Then he came in and started drinking with us."
"Then why am I so hungry?" Santana rubbed her stomach. She turned to Brittany, "C'mon let's go get some pancakes or something."
"Fuck yeah!" Puck yelled and started laughing, "I'm so a stud."
Finn leaned over and looked at the picture. His mouth dropped open. He eyed Brittany and Santana before looking back at it.
"What?" Mike asked and leaned over to look at it.
"Three-way kiss!" Puck thrust is arms in the air.
Santana looked at Brittany, "We didn't three-way with Puck did we?"
Brittany smirked and nodded. "Yeah we did."
Santana snatched the camera away. "If I don't eat soon I'll kill you all. We can look at these at IHOP."
"I'm down," Puck nodded and looked around his living room, "Hey! Freeloaders! Get out!"
Rachel held up some purple material to the wall and tilted her head to the side.
"What are you doing?" Quinn asked sleepily.
Rachel turned around and saw Quinn was awake, laying on her side watching her. Rachel put the material down, "I was hoping to get this done before you woke up."
Quinn sat up and looked around the room. There were some pictures and posters on the wall that weren't there before. There were throws and pillows and even a new chair in the room. "What are you doing?"
"Decorating," Rachel stated, "If you don't like it I can change it or take it down. I just thought you'd like it better if it looked less like a…dungeon."
Quinn chuckled and stood up, taking in all that Rachel had done. She turned around and wrapped Rachel in an unexpected hug. "It's beautiful. Thank you."
"It was-" Rachel was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Hey!" Puck called through the door, "We're going to get breakfast! Wanna come!"
Rachel looked at Quinn and shrugged.
Quinn thought for a moment before calling back, "No thanks!"
It was quiet after that. Rachel started to make the bed, "I thought you'd be hungry."
"I am," Quinn answered, "But I'm not in the mood for post-party 'hey remember when' breakfast. Unless you wanna go."
Rachel shrugged, "I don't think that sounds very fun either."
Quinn grew quiet and played with her hands, "How much of last night do you remember?"
The diva looked down, "Uh, not a whole lot. We came down here and everything gets kinda fuzzy."
"Oh," Quinn was visibly disappointed. Then she forced a smile onto her face, "I know this great Mexican food place that makes amazing breakfast tacos."
Rachel noticed Quinn's quick change in emotions, but since Quinn was smiling now she figured it was okay. If she got weird again, she would ask. "Sounds perfect."
"So what did you and Brittany end up doing after I passed out?" Santana asked Puck over a giant stack of pancakes.
Puck shrugged like it wasn't a big idea, "We went to my room and watched Spongebob until we fell asleep."
Santana was slightly relieved. Although it wouldn't surprise her if he was lying, he didn't really have a reason to. She looked over at Brittany who was talking to Mike about how he managed to get Mercedes, Tina, and Artie home the night before. Apparently, he put Artie and Mercedes on Artie's wheelchair with Kurt's help and carried Tina before dropping the lightweights at their respective houses and coming back to the party to get wasted and fall asleep.
"Can you e-mail this picture to me?" Brittany handed the camera back to Mike.
He looked it over and nodded.
"What is it?" Santana asked, putting a piece of pancake in her mouth.
"I'll show you later," Brittany replied with a coy smile.
Rachel took a bite of her breakfast taco and wiped her mouth, "This is great Quinn."
The blonde forced a smile and nodded, "I'm pregnant. I know food."
Noticing Quinn's change in demeanor again, Rachel asked, "What's wrong? Did I say something last night that upset you?"
Quinn shook her head, "You didn't say much."
"What did I do?" Rachel asked, figuring that that had to be it.
"Do you really want to know?"
Rachel vigorously nodded her head.
"You kissed me…we kissed…for a really long time," Quinn answered, staring at her plate. She moved her straw around in her drink, making the ice clink around.
"Oh," Rachel deflated in her seat, "I didn't like…force-"
"No," Quinn's eyes shot up and she shook her head, "It was consensual. I kinda felt like it was taking advantage of you though. I mean you don't remember it. You were kinda drunk….I dunno."
Rachel took a moment to gather her thoughts before meeting Quinn's eyes. "I do remember little fragments of last night. I just figured that the kissing part was a dream. I didn't think you would ever want to…you know…again."
"Did you…want to…again?" Quinn asked cautiously.
The diva slowly nodded, "Yeah."
A slow smile spread across Quinn's face. She looked at Rachel like she didn't quite believe her, "No way."
"Yes," Rachel nodded defiantly; Quinn's smile making her start to smile.
"You wanna get out of here?" the blonde asked.
Rachel nodded again.
After they paid, they walked to the front door together. Rachel opened the door for Quinn who smiled and walked out, grabbing Rachel's hand on the way past her and laced their fingers together.
When Santana got back to her house with Brittany in tow, they both went up to her bedroom to lay down. They cuddled in the middle of the bed. After a few minutes, Brittany picked up Santana's laptop and opened her email.
"What are you doing?" Santana sat up.
Brittany grinned, "It's what I wanted to show you." She turned to screen toward Santana. It was the picture she had Mike e-mail her. It was of both of them, holding their cell phones up to the camera. Each screen had the notepad open on their phones with little arrows pointing at each other with messages behind them.
The message Santana was holding that pointed to Brittany read, 'I love this girl.' Brittany's message said, 'I'm in love with her.'
Santana looked at Brittany, not remembering this picture. They were both grinning like idiots in the picture.
"Last night you told me you wanted me to tell me something and I told you I wanted to tell you something so we took this picture," Brittany picked nervously at the sheets. "And we were going to look at it together, but then Puck said something about the hot tub and we ended up in it."
"You're in love with me?" Santana squeaked, looking Brittany over.
The blonde bobbed her head.
Santana tackled Brittany back on the bed with a fierce kiss. After kissing for a few minutes, she pulled away. She laid next to Brittany and walked her fingers from the blonde's stomach up to her nose. "I'm in love with his girl," she tapped Brittany's nose one last time before kissing her.
Brittany giggled and rolled them over for make-out round number two.
The End.