Summary: Santana can remember things that have never happened to her. Things that have happened to other people. Things like war. Or love. Or terror. How will she react when Brittany is in danger and she realises that everything she knew was a lie?

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Chapter 11

Shifting my head, I wrinkled my nose against whatever was ticking me, but couldn't get away from it. I cracked my eyes open and found blonde hair to be the source of the tickling, also obscuring my vision. Brushing the hair away, I laid my head back down, then noticed that I was partially lying on top of Brittany; my head on her shoulder, and leg thrown over her waist.

The bed shifted, and I remembered that Quinn was in the room – bed even – with us, I and shot up, looking over at her worriedly. She was asleep, with her back facing us, still clutching the toy that she had been cuddling at the beginning of the night.

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked back to Brittany as her hand curled around my hip and tugged me closer to her. She was still asleep and her brow was furrowed, but when I let her guide me back against her it smoothed out and her lips curled a little.

I stayed pressed against her side, with her arm wrapped around me for a few more minutes, but I couldn't relax knowing that Quinn could turn over at any moment and see us.

Slowly, I moved out of Brittany's grasp and placed another toy in her arms – a large unicorn I found on the floor by the bed. Standing up, I gathered my clothes and walked out to the bathroom.

It was 9 a.m. and Brittany's parents were awake and busy downstairs.

Passing the living room, Brittany's mom called out to me "hi, Santana. Did you sleep well?"

I nodded "yes, thank you. Did you? We weren't too loud, were we?"

"I didn't hear a thing," she smiled. "I take it you all had a good time, then?"

"Yeah, it was great. Thanks for having me around."

"No problem, Santana. You're welcome round anytime you want – how many times do I have to tell you that?" she laughed.

I laughed but shrugged, embarrassed, as she said "go get ready; I expect you want to get back up to the girls. Are they up yet? And you can have a shower if you want; there are plenty of towels and everything for you to use."

"Nope, just me," I grinned.

"Well, if you come to the kitchen when you're done, I can cook you some breakfast if you want?"

I thought about it, wondering if it would be more awkward to wait in Brittany's room for her and Quinn to wake up, or have breakfast with her mom. "That would be great, thank you. But you don't have to go to all that trouble for me."

"Nonsense. I need to cook Emily and I something anyway – I'm waking her up now."

I nodded a thanks to her, then scurried to the bathroom, taking a quick shower and washing my hair while I was there.

When I was finished, I ran my stuff back up to Brittany's room, where her and Quinn were still deeply asleep, then made my way to the kitchen, smiling at Emily.

"Santana!" she exclaimed, jumping off her stool and hugging me.

I laughed and smiled as her mom scolded her for 'attacking' me. "That's alright, I missed Emily yesterday."

I moved over to the stool next to the one Emily was sat on, with a glass of orange juice already set out for me. Emily followed me, and turned on her stool to face me again, once she was settled.

"What were you doing yesterday, with Britt and the other girl?" She asked curiously, resting her head against her hand and staring at me.

"Quinn? Uhh I don't know," I shrugged. "We talked and watched films."

She nodded "why was she here anyway?"

"Because Brittany invited her to sleep over."

"But why?"

I looked at her mom, unsure of how to answer, and she smiled at me, dishing out some omelette onto our plates and saying "stop asking Santana questions and let her eat her breakfast in peace."

Emily huffed, but quickly cut into her food, shoving it in her mouth, then fanning it rapidly, releasing a noise of pain.

"Don' ee' it…hot," she looked at me, with her mouth wide open, still fanning it, and her eyes watering.

I laughed "a little eager to eat it there?"

She gulped down the food and let out a strangled "yeah," cutting up the omelette, and blowing on a piece. I watched her, and smiled widely as she continued blowing on it, turning the fork around to get it from every angle.

"I think it's cool enough now," I smiled, and she blushed before nodding and eating it.

Looking away from her I noticed her mom looking at us, smiling fondly, so I quickly looked down at my plate and started eating, moaning in appreciation and saying "this is amazing, Mrs…Susan. Thank you!" The first time I had met her parents I had called them Mr. and Mrs. Pierce, but was swiftly corrected and told that they hated being formal.

I felt uncomfortable calling them by their first names in the beginning, as I had always been taught to respect adults, and always address them by their surnames, but they quickly made me feel comfortable. I still forgot every now and then, but most of the time I managed to call them by their names, and they smiled every time, like they knew how difficult it was for me.

"It's just an omelette, but thank you," she smiled.

I nodded and continued eating, appreciating the flavour in every bite.

Soon enough, we were all finished and I washed the dishes, telling Susan when she complained about it that it was only fair I cleaned because she cooked. She thanked me and shooed Emily upstairs when she stared asking me more questions, telling her that she had to get ready to go out.

Finishing the dishes, I wiped my hands and walked up stairs, opening Brittany's door and seeing Brittany stir slightly at the creaking. I shut the door as quietly as I could and watched as Brittany squeezed the toy in her arms, then frowned and spread her arm out to where I was sleeping before, sweeping it back and forth and frowning when she felt nothing.

I giggled and she turned her head in my direction and opened her eyes, smiling sleepily and asking "where did you go?"

I walked over to the bed and sat where I was before, talking quietly "I woke up and you and Quinn were sleeping, so I went and got ready, then had breakfast with your mom and sister."

"Ugh, you didn't have to do that; I bet Em asked you loads of questions."

I nodded, but told her "she's cute though, I didn't mind."

Rubbing her eyes she hummed, and then mumbled "what time is it?"

I looked at the clock and said "ten thirty," smiling at the way her eyes widened and she sat up and looked around me, checking the clock herself. "It's not that late; I've been up way later than this before."

"But I have people over. What time did you get up?"

"Nine," I smiled.

"You should have waked me up - I wouldn't have minded."

"Nah, we went to bed late anyway, I just don't sleep much. Your family is cool anyway, I didn't mind. Plus, your mom makes a killer omelette."

She laughed "that she does."

Quinn groaned then and turned her head to face us, slurring "what are we talking about?"

"Food," I said, right as her stomach rumbled.

Quinn snorted, quickly covering her mouth and saying "oh god, I didn't just snort…ignore that, please."

"Hungry, Quinn?" I teased, smiling broadly.

"Shu'up," she grabbed the pillow Brittany had been using and flung it at my face, making me fall back off the bed in my avoidance of being hit by it.

"I think I would have preferred to be hit with that," I groaned, rubbing my tailbone.

Brittany laughed, and Quinn sat up, poking her head over the edge of the bed to look at me. "Sorry," she mumbled sheepishly, moving away from me as if she thought I would hit her. Which I probably would have, if it had of happened a couple of weeks ago.

I hummed as Brittany extended her hand to me and pulled me up, shoving me back to the bed beside her and falling down next to me.


I was sat in Breadstix, opposite Brittany who had her menu spread out on the table in front of her, and was looking at it intently. Quinn had left before lunch, as she had some family stuff she had to go home for, but that just left time for me and Brittany to get lunch and go shopping.

Brittany still hadn't been to many places in town yet, and hadn't been here before, so I insisted that we go straight away, unable to believe that she had never experienced the deliciousness of my favourite restaurant.

I was nibbling on a breadstick as I watched her look through the menu, not needing to look myself considering the many times I had frequented it before, and grinned at the way she reacted to the different things she read.

Looking up, she smiled bashfully when she saw me watching her and asked "do you know what you're getting?"

I nodded "lasagne. What about you?"

"The spaghetti and meatballs looks good. Is there anything you recommend though?"

"They're nice," I smiled and nodded.

She closed her menu and smiled her thanks, sitting back in her seat and grinning at me.

"What?"

"You really like this place, don't you?" She asked.

"Well yeah, we get free breadsticks!"

"Free breadsticks that you've already eaten," she smiled, her eyes sparkling.

I looked down, and saw that I had eaten them all while I was watching Brittany, not even leaving one for her to try. "Sorry," I shrugged self-consciously, "but that's alright, because they're legally obligated to give us as many breadsticks as they want. I'll get some more."

"Oh no, that's alright, I don't mind," she smiled, but my hand was already in the air, beckoning a waiter over.

"We're ready to order, and want a refill of breadsticks while we wait for our food." I shoved the container at him and he took it, but then placed it on the edge of the table, pulling out a notepad and pen, ready to jot down our orders.

"I'll have a lasagne with a glass of water. Brittany?"

"Um, the spaghetti and meatballs with a glass of lemonade, please." She smiled sweetly at him, and he grinned, looking up at her as he wrote.

He turned to leave, but I coughed and grabbed the container, thrusting it at him as I said "Breadsticks." He blushed, but quickly took it from my hands and hurried away, glancing over his shoulder when he was a safe distance away.

"That was mean," Brittany frowned.

"What? No it wasn't. That's his job; he should learn how to do it properly, I was just helping him."

"By being mean?"

"Well, he could get a worse customer than me," I frowned, starting to feel guilty. I had always treated the staff like that – worse, if the truth be told – but Brittany came around and made me rethink everything, with just one comment.

Brittany tilted her head to the side "I guess, but-" her phone started playing, signalling a message, and she stopped talking and pulled it out of her bag, flipping it open and furrowing her brow.

The man returned with the breadsticks and placed them on the table, but I ignored him and kept my eyes on Brittany.

I let her read through the text, and when I saw her clicking buttons I asked "everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just got a few texts about a party tonight. It's at some guy's house, I don't know the name. Do you want to go?"

I frowned, wondering why I didn't get any texts, but asked "do you want to go?"

"It'd be cool, I guess. I don't know many people other than the Cheerios and Glee Club."

I was going to say that that was enough people, and that the majority of the school were worth ignoring anyway, when my phone chimed and I pulled it out to see a text. Quinn. Of course, the one person telling me about the party tonight was Quinn. I guess it was true when they said that fear doesn't breed friends or respect.

I sighed and looked up to Brittany, to see her lifting up a breadstick and taking a bite. She moaned and closed her eyes briefly "that's so nice; I thought you were exaggerating, but this has to be the best thing I've tasted."

"Just wait til you taste the food," I grinned. "Anyway," I shrugged "it's at Karofsky's house, which isn't too bad. We can go, but we still have shopping to do first. It starts at 7:30, so we can turn up about 8:30. Sound good?"

"Why so late?"

"It's fashionably late," I grinned. "The first hour of a party usually sucks anyway, so it's best to turn up when it's in full swing."

She nodded, seemingly happy with the plans, and our food arrived, halting the conversation for the moment.

We ate quietly, commenting on how nice the food was, and sharing bites of our own meals. We both finished and split the bill; Brittany had tried to pay, telling me that it was only fair as I had bought the last meal, but I refused, so we settled halfway.

We got in the car and I started driving to the shopping centre, telling Brittany that I needed to buy some clothes for the party, but forgoing the fact that I was also going to get her a new bike while we were there.

We got to the shopping centre and she dragged me over to a shop just through the doors, squealing "this is my favourite shop!"

I laughed and let her pull me around the store, shoving clothes in my arms as she went. Looking around, she determined that she had given me everything she liked and turned me around, pushing me into the changing rooms.

"Try all of that on. Look, this is a nice outfit," she held up a pair of dark skinny jeans and purple shirt, shoving them at me while taking the rest of the clothes out of my arms.

I walked into a cubicle, eyeing her as she sat on a seat next to the door and beamed at me, jumping up and down as she did so.

After putting on the outfit I looked in the mirror and admitted to myself that Brittany had a great fashion sense; she knew what would look good on me, and how to pair it all. I stepped out of the door and gestured down my body, showing her what it looked like.

Cocking her head to the side, she twirled her finger around and I turned in a slow circle, looking in the mirror and seeing her eyes on my ass.

"Like what you see?" I grinned, and she snapped her eyes up to mine, blushing slightly as I faced her again.

She nodded and cleared her throat before speaking "yes, very much so. I think you should turn around one more time though," she grinned.

I inclined my head slightly and completed another full turn, watching as her eyes raked over all me this time. She nodded and handed me over another outfit, which I dutifully took and tried on; marvelling at just how well she knew what would look good.

She passed me a few more outfits; each of them just as nice, and all gaining similar reactions from her, until I was finished and we looked through the pile. We decided on the first outfit and one more, paying for them and then looking around the mall.

"Do you need to get anything?" I asked Brittany as we window shopped.

She shook her head "I've got a few nice outfits at home. You need any shoes or accessories?"

"Shoes," I hummed. "Do you not want to go in any other shops then?"

"I'm not really looking for anything, but I don't mind going wherever you want to."

"Great," I nodded, "I've got one more shop to go in, after my shoes."

I saw some boots in a window then, and entered the shop, quickly trying them on and buying them at Brittany's insistence. Exiting the shop, I turned and made my way to the bicycle shop, knowing where to go as I had looked at the map before going there.

When Brittany saw us approaching it she asked "why are you going there?"

I held the door open and let her step in before me, pulling the door shut behind me as I said "I'm buying a bike. You probably know more about them than me, so I expect your help."

"Why get a bike when you already have a car?"

"Just in case," I smiled, thinking that I would still give Brittany lifts, even when she could use to bike to go places.

She nodded and we browsed the shop. I was paying close attention to her reactions to the different bikes we saw, and a few times she pointed one out to me, saying how cool it was.

Once we had been around the whole shop we stood still and I asked her "what do you think?"

"There were some good ones here. What kind would you like?"

"I really don't know. Which one would you choose, if it was up to you?"

She shrugged, but walked over to one of the bikes I noticed her look at for a little longer than the others. "This one is really good; it's a good make, and looks really nice as well."

I nodded and smiled at her "great, I'll get that one then."

"Are you sure?" She seemed concerned, "because you probably shouldn't trust my opinion on this, it's not like I know that much. The people working here would be much more help."

"I trust you."

She looked at me and smiled, nodding slightly as she turned away and let out a little "okay."

We walked up to the counter and I told the person which bike I wanted. Brittany walked off and started looking at the accessories, so when he asked me where it should be delivered, I told him Brittany's house. I had to pay more for delivery, but I figured that it would be easier and a surprise for her.

I would try to be at her house when it's delivered, because I had a feeling that she would need to hear my reasoning for buying it for her, before she went crazy. I didn't want her to think that it was charity, because it wasn't, so I knew that that was probably the best thing to do.

I finished paying and walked over to Brittany, smiling at her as I stood next to her. "Ready to go?"

"Yep." She grabbed one of my bags off of me, and at my questioning look she said "I felt weird letting you carry around everything, even if it's not my stuff. You don't mind, do you?"

"Nah, it's alright," I smiled.

We walked in silence for a while, occasionally bumping our hips and shoulders into each other. I don't know about Brittany, but I was doing it on purpose, wanting contact no matter how small.

We reached the car and I threw my bags on the backseat, letting Brittany do the same and then got in the car, buckling up and driving away.

I'd been driving for a few minutes when I asked "So, this will be your first party in Lima, right?" She nodded, "are you looking forward to it?"

"Yeah, I mean, the girls on the Cheerios have been really nice and welcoming, so it'll be nice to hang out with them for a bit. And if it's anything like the parties we had back home, it'll be amazing," she grinned at me, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

"What were the parties back home like?"

"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."

"But you're not from Vegas," I was practically whining, but couldn't find it in me to care.

"Same rules apply though." I huffed, but didn't say anything, and she bit her lip before saying "maybe you'll see tonight, if we're lucky."

"Yeah?" I grinned, excited to see another side of Brittany that had apparently stayed hidden up until now.

She chuckled at the enthusiasm I was unable to hide and hummed lightly, looking at me before quickly facing the front again, grinning wickedly.

We spent the rest of the drive listening to music and getting excited for the party, Brittany dancing in the seat and singing along to the songs playing on the radio. As soon as I stopped the car in her driveway she sprang out of the car and pulled the bags from the backseat, managing to walk around and open my door for me just as I pulled the keys out.

She smiled down at me, so I smiled back and stepped out of the car, shutting the door carefully behind me and following Brittany up to the porch and into the house. We kicked our shoes off by the door and walked upstairs, dumping my bags on her bed and sitting down.

"D'you want to start getting ready now?" I asked, looking at my watch.

She nodded, but said "let's just rest a little before that though."

I let my back fall to the bed from where I was sitting and stared up at the ceiling, feeling the weight of Brittany sink in next to me.

Turning my head to rest on the side, I smiled at her "tired?"

"My feet and back ache," she laughed.

"Some common signs of pregnancy there; got anything to tell me?" I winked.

A laugh burst from her lips, and she shook her head "nu-uh."

"That's good to know," I smirked. "I'll start getting ready now, but you can rest for a bit if you want."

I got off the bed and stretched my arms over my head. Brittany's eyes followed the movement and lingered on the strip of skin that was showing between my shirt and jeans. "No, I better get ready now as well."

I looked through the bags and grabbed the first outfit I had worn in the shop, knowing that Brittany liked it and that it makes my ass look great. Not that I need any help in that department.

Brittany was looking for clothes to wear, so I sat down at her vanity and cleaned my face before putting my makeup on. I was just applying my eyeliner when I saw movement in the mirror behind me and looked to find Brittany changing her clothes.

Her back was facing me but I still couldn't tear my eyes away from her, the dimples on her lower back attracting most of my attention. She bent down to pull off her jeans, and was left in a lacy black underwear set. I swallowed loudly, knowing I should look away, but physically unable to.

She took a few steps to the bed where her clothes were laid out, and I finally managed to tear my eyes away. I looked back at myself in the mirror and noticed my eyeliner was in a jagged line across my eyelid, so quickly swore under my breath and wiped it away, starting again. I saw Brittany turn slightly to look at me and looked up at her, catching her eye and the wink and smirk she sent me. I narrowed my eyes, but when I saw her look me up and down – as much as she could, considering I was sat in a seat and she was looking in the mirror – I realised that she had caught me staring, and was doing that on purpose. Two could play at that game.

My makeup was finished in no time, so I swept up my stuff and put it in my bag, letting Brittany sit down as she put in her earrings. She was wearing a white and black striped vest with a black skinny tie and leather hot pants, a black hat placed on the bed and boots on the floor. For an outfit that looked so simple, it sure as hell looked hot on her, and I had a hard time controlling my reaction when she brushed past me.

She sat down at the mirror and I could see her smirking at me, so I quickly stepped over to the bed and grabbed my clothes, figuring if she could get dressed in the same room as me, then so could I.

I stripped out of my clothes, slightly hesitantly until I looked back at Brittany and saw her staring at me intently. I made sure to add a slight sway to my hips, and let my movements glide together, becoming more confident with how I seemed to be affecting her.

I hummed a song under my breath and shimmied in spot for a few seconds before wiggling into my skinny jeans and pulling my top over my head. I turned to face Brittany and saw her hair whipping around, from where she had turned so fast.

I smirked, but didn't say anything as I sat on the bed and started on my hair. Brittany's cheeks looked flushed as she started on her makeup, having been too preoccupied with watching me before to do so.

We were both ready quickly after that and left the house, starting the walk. I could've driven, but wanted to be able to drink at my first party with Brittany. I just wouldn't drink too much and become the weepy drunk that most people know I am.

We walked slowly, and when we were a block away we could hear the subtle hints of a party, and see loads of cars parked on the streets. The music steadily increased in volume as we got closer, and by the time we got to the house I just wanted to grab a drink to drown out the sound.

I entered the house with Brittany close behind me and was assaulted by the familiar smell of alcohol and sweat. I fought through the people in the hallway and pushed into the kitchen, pouring myself and Brittany a drink, looking to her for confirmation before I did so.

She took a sip and grinned at me, stepping really close to me and breathing into my ear heavily as she said "this is amazing; I didn't know you were so good at mixing drinks."

"Well, there are a lot of things I'm good at," I gulped, feeling her hair tickle me as she pulled away, just enough to see my face.

"I bet," she winked as she pulled away completely, turning away slightly and surveying the mass of writhing bodies we could see in the living room.

"So," I nudged her "is this anything like your parties back home?"

"We'll have to see what it's like once I have a few drinks in me," she grinned, downing the rest of her drink and grabbing my hand. "Come dance with me!"

I shook my head and held my cup up in my hand, but she took it off me and put it next to hers, grabbing my other hand and pulling me towards the makeshift dance floor.

"What are you scared of; that I'm going to beat you?"

"No one can beat me," I laughed and stopped resisting.

"We'll see." She led me to the middle of the dance floor and started dancing opposite me, and I copied her moves, grinning as she slowly made them harder to do. I tried to copy a ridiculously hard one and failed, tripping over my feet and falling into her. She caught me around the waist and held me to her body, sticking her tongue out at me when I straightened up.

I laughed and shook my head at her playfully. The song changed and she quickly grabbed my hands and placed them on her hips, spinning around so her back was against my front, and threw her hands around my neck.

I gulped and suddenly felt ten degrees hotter as she started moving against me; all I could do was tighten my grip on her.

She tugged on my neck and tilted her head up and to the side, and I thought she was going to try to kiss me until she said "you need to move." Her hands untangled from the hair at the back of my neck and travelled down my sides to rest on my own hips, where she squeezed them before pulling them along with her.

I flushed, ashamed that she had reduced to forgetting how to dance and quickly took over myself, rolling into her ass and pulling her hands back up around my neck. I would've found it weird that the tallest person was in front, but she swiftly moved down my body once we had found a rhythm, dragging her hands along my front as she went.

Gulping, I pulled her up and spun us both around, reversing our roles as I was now in front. Tangling my hands in her hair, I tugged lightly before trailing them down her arms to her hands, dragging them up my legs to my hips.

I rolled into her hard and she reciprocated before I held my hands in the air and shimmied down her body until I was crouching, before I slowly brought myself back up again, moving roughly against her body as I leaned up to her ear and whispered "is this more like the parties back home?"

I felt her nod against me "almost. Not quite there yet, though. Something else needs to happen first."

"No clues on what?"

"If you get me a drink, there very well may be."

I laughed and grabbed her hand, pulling her back to the kitchen and pouring ourselves two shots of whiskey and a mixed vodka drink each. I counted to three and we downed the shots and chased them with our drinks, both grimacing at the taste.

We stayed standing in the kitchen for a while, and I pointed out some people and told Brittany about them and their habits at parties, as well as just gossiping and talking about her family. We'd been there for a while when Brittany's name was called out, and one of the cheerleaders entered the kitchen.

"There you are, Britt! We've been waiting for you, come on!" The girl completely ignored me and tried to drag Brittany away, but she stayed in her place.

"Hang on a minute, T. You coming, Santana?"

"No, I'm alright here, thanks. You can go though," I smiled at her.

"I don't want to leave you by yourself."

"I'm fine, I've been by myself all the other times I've been to these." Seeing her sad I look and the Cheerio's growing interest, I quickly added "besides, I'll probably go find Quinn in a minute anyway."

"You sure?" She asked, ignoring the insistent tugging of the girl on her arm.

I nodded and she pulled me into a tight hug with one arm, keeping her drink away from me. I barely had the time to hug back before she was snatched away and had disappeared out of sight.

I sighed and walked around for a bit, making and drinking countless drinks and watching everyone. I saw Brittany stood in a corner with the other girls on the squad laughing and having a good time, so I leant against the wall where I was and kept watch. I didn't want to seem like a creepy stalker, but I knew as well as anyone what these parties could get like, and didn't want Brittany to get into any trouble. While the girls seemed to like her at the moment, I couldn't be sure they would look after her if it came down to it.

I was stood there for a while and watched as they kept drinking and plying each other with shots. Finally, I got tired of the noise and wandered outside, figuring I could look for Quinn while I was there.

I stepped through the back door and breathed in a lung full of fresh air, appreciating the clean smell that came with it. I wandered down the garden and saw Quinn sitting on a swinging bench.

I plonked down in the seat next to her, feeling the alcohol starting to affect me. "Hey. What are you doing out here?"

"I couldn't think in there, I just wanted some peace," she told me as she continued staring forward.

I looked around at the many couples making out, and the group of guys sat at a table drinking and shouting. "Yeah, it's real peaceful out here," I mumbled.

She heaved a sigh, but didn't say anything else. "What's wrong? Did Puck do something? I'd be happy to kick his ass if he did." While I didn't like Puck – especially now I knew that he was involved with my brother and his crimes – I knew that Quinn did, and so I wanted to be as supportive as I could. Plus, it's not like I was against showing Puck his place anyway.

"No, he's fine. He's probably in a bedroom as we speak, and I really couldn't care less anymore." It was silent for a couple of seconds as I nodded and sat back more comfortably against the seat, trying not to rock it too much as I moved. I didn't want to be sick over her.

She turned to face me "why are you suddenly being nice to me?"

I was immediately defensive, even though I knew that she didn't mean it in any other way than to be curious. "Don't you want me to? Just say, and I'll be a bitch again, no problem."

"Don't get all touchy about it; if you can ask me questions, then I can do the same."

I sighed and relented, knowing that she was right, and that I wanted to try to be nicer to her. "I always felt bad for how I just ignored you when you were nothing but kind to me. I figured it's better late than never. But if you don't agree then whatever, I don't care. I just thought you needed more allies, is all."

"Me need allies; have you seen yourself?" she laughed, but not unkindly. "Thanks though, I'd love to." She added.

"To what?"

"Be your friend," she grinned "no matter how much you'd like to disagree, I know Santana speak, and I know that's what you meant."

I shrugged but said nothing else. We watched the people in that garden for a bit until I turned to face her and slowly asked "so what's wrong with you then?"

"Nothing, it doesn't matter." She turned to face me and leant against the arm of the chair.

"Of course it matters, if it's got you this upset."

"It's stupid," she mumbled. "It's just…lonely, you know? Hell, you must know better than anyone; you have fewer friends than me."

"Oh, thanks. I try to help, and you-" I stood up to leave, but she grabbed my arm and pulled be back down.

"No, no, I didn't mean it like that. It's just lonely at the top, and you're at the highest point there is. I guess you'd kind of expect to be lonely at school, but at home?"

I nodded, understanding what Quinn meant, but not knowing what to say to make it better. "Well…last night was fun, right? If it gets too lonely, we could all have a sleepover again, no problem."

"Really?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Mmm, I better get back inside now, and see what Brittany's doing."

"I'll come with you."

We both stood, and I grabbed onto Quinn for balance as I almost pitched forward. I stood still for a little while before opening my eyes that had closed along the way and started to the house. Quinn fell back just behind me as I opened the door and held it open for her, continuing in through the kitchen.

I placed my empty cup on the counter and walked in the living room, looking to where I had last seen Brittany. She wasn't there and I scanned the room, panicking when I couldn't see her.

Hearing cheers from the room next to it I walked to the doorway and narrowed my eyes at the scene in front of me. Brittany was dancing on a table in the middle of the room with her shirt off, surrounded by a large crowd of guys, her lacy black bra and toned stomach on full display.

I took a step forward when one of the jocks, some guy I recognised from the football team, jumped up onto the table with her and grabbed her waist, pulling her into his chest roughly. She giggled as she steadied herself against him and he quickly leaned down and closed the distance, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.


A.N. So, it's my birthday tomorrow (Sunday, the same day as Chris Colfer's!) – a review would be the best present ever ;) But yeah, please let me know what you thought of it, and if there's anything you'd like to see :)

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