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Brittany and Santana joined the other girls who were still sitting at the beach. But somehow they were drinking beer out of red cups. The guys had joined them too so the whole group was complete. Brittany sat down and pointed between her legs, motioning Santana to sit down between her legs like they did a few days ago. Santana did the same thing a couple of days ago, right? So she could do it too. Brittany had to admit, she was enjoying this game way too much. She wasn't going to back down before Santana was officially hers. Santana smiled back at Brittany's wide grin and sat down where Brittany had pointed. When the moment that Santana sat down, Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana's body and she inched a little closer. Her boobs were now touching her back and she knew Santana could feel it because her breath had hitched. She reached for the Latina's hands and intertwined them in Santana's lap.
"Are you having a Bachelorette party, Kitty?" Quinn asked.
"Puck has put the crazy idea of having a Bachelor party in Ryder's head. So if he gets a damn Bachelor party, then I want one too. So totally." Kitty said glaring at Puck.
"What did you expect Kitty? Of course Ryder gets a freaking party. He has to spend the rest of his live whipped. Better enjoy his last night with strippers and alcohol."
"Really Puck? Strippers?" Kitty glared again at Puck.
"Hell to the yes. No Bachelor party without strippers. That's like alcohol-free beer. It's just not the same."
Kitty turned herself to Ryder. "You can look but no touching allowed. Are we clear?"
Ryder simply nodded. Oh, the boy was really whipped.
"When are the parties?" Tina asked.
"I don't want it the night before the wedding because I don't want to be hangover on my own wedding. The wedding is Saturday so maybe Thursday?"
"That's in three days? Isn't that a little quick?" Tina looked confused.
"That's why I'm hoping that my maid of honor actually has planned the Bachelorette party. Kitty's words sunk in. Brittany was Kitty's maid of honor. Oh crap. Does she really need to arrange a freaking Bachelorette party in three days? She was screwed.
"You have already done some arrangements right, Britt?" Kitty questioned.
"Sure." The pitch of Brittany's voice raised to an incredible height, making it totally obvious she was lying her ass off.
"I hope so." Kitty stated, clearly seeing through her lie.
"No problem, Brittany. We can do this. We can get Quinn to help us."
Santana shifted her legs so she was sitting sideways on Brittany's lap. Her legs dangled over her left one and her whole body was in between the blonde's body. That way Santana could actually look in her eyes. She gave a slight smile, trying to stop Brittany from freaking out. Brittany smiled back, finding it adorable that they were going to do this together as Santana said.
"Thanks San."
She placed a feather-light kiss on Santana's cheek. Santana then simply smiled and grabbed Brittany's hand back in hers. Brittany glanced over at her phone to see the time. It was already seven-thirty.
"Can we order pizzas here? That way we can eat on the beach?" Brittany said. Her stomach was already protesting at the lack of food in her body. And she was craving a good Hawaii pizza now that they were in Hawaii. Look at it like some kind of tradition, Brittany wanted it.
"Sounds good to me, Britt. I'll take everyone's orders." Mike said and he stood up. That's why she loved the guy. He was so sweet. You could literally ask Mike anything and he would do it. Brittany once called him at four am in the morning when she was too drunk to drive home and spend all of her money on tequila shots. Sam was there too, but he was also way to wasted to drive. So Mike actually came. He drove both of them home and never once did he mention the night again. That's why he was so great. If Brittany had called Rachel or Quinn, she would never hear the end of it.
"Five margaritas and five Hawaii's? Is that enough?"
Brittany nodded. "Sounds good to me."
"Okay, I'll make the call."
"Thanks Mike." She yelled at Mike's back who was walking away holding his phone.
After some talking with the group, the pizzas finally arrived and Brittany attacked them hungrily.
"Hungry much?" Santana smirked. She was staring at how big of bites Brittany was taking. She was starving and the pizzas were delicious.
"Shut up."
Brittany mumbled while she stuffed the remains of her piece of pizza in her mouth.
The whole group managed to eat the ten pizzas in a record time and they were once again just sitting and chatting about anything and everything.
"So we're really going out tonight?" Rachel asked.
"Sounds good to me. I've been dying for a good party lately." Quinn said.
"Ryder and me are going to the story to buy some liquor. We want to have a small beach party before going out. Sounds good to everyone? That way you're already drunk before actually going out, and well, there isn't really anything better, is there?" Puck said.
Everybody nodded.
"Okay, get ready y'all and we'll meet here again at half past eight."
Everybody nodded again and they walked towards the houses. Brittany immediately missed the warmth of Santana's body. She grunted and stood up as well. She was sitting quite comfortable and she didn't want to stand up, but it was her idea to go out, so she couldn't quite back out now, could she?
Santana and her walked towards their room. They hadn't been back there ever since Brittany's confession. But it made sense for Santana to be here. All of her stuff was still in the room. Brittany secretly hoped that Santana would sleep back in their bed together. She missed waking up next to Santana. She missed the goodnights Santana would say to her every night. She missed how she couldn't stare at the girl anymore now that she slept in Quinn's room. Yes, she has been staring at Santana sleeping, which may seem borderline creepy but it really isn't. Brittany loved how peaceful and serene sleeping Santana looked. Like the world was perfect. The way her hair would drape over her face. Her breathing even and calming. Brittany loved watching Santana sleep, but some part of her missed Santana's favorite part, her eyes. Her deep-brown eyes where Brittany could always feel lost in. Endlessly beautiful. So that's why Brittany wanted Santana back in her bed. But also, right before she would fall asleep, with Santana already in a deep slumber next to her, a part of her could pretend that they were real. That they were a real couple. Sleeping next to each other day in, day out. Perfectly imperfect, but happy to have each other. Maybe Santana was right. Maybe she did lost the grasp of reality on their whole situation. But some part of her knew that Santana wanted her too. Santana seemed like a good actress, but there are certain limits. Nobody can act that well, including Meryl Streep.
"I'm just going to change in the bathroom, okay?"
Santana said when they were in the room. Brittany nodded. She jumped onto the bed to rest her head for a little while. She grabbed her phone and scrolled through her Facebook. She hoped to see some new interesting stuff, but so far, same old, same old. After about ten minutes of scrolling through uninteresting stuff, she decided to get dressed. She didn't forget the real intention of going out tonight. It was to seduce Santana. And she was going to use whatever she could to get that goal. The first part of her plan was the dress. Her boobs might not be as big as Santana's, but her legs were long and skinny. Brittany and the whole world knew that that was the best part of her body. So a short dress was the way to go. She stared into her closet. At first she wanted to go for a red dress, but then she remembered she saw Santana going into the bathroom with a red dress and it would be quite awkward if they were practically wearing the same dress.
She skimmed her closet and then she saw it. It was a white, short summer dress. It wasn't too short to actually look slutty but it was still short enough to show her long, toned legs. Plus, the white made her legs look a little tanner and she could use that with her pale legs. She put on the dress and folded her clothes and put them in the closet. Santana was taking way too long and she really needed to pee. She knocked on the door.
"San? Are you almost done? I really need the bathroom."
"Yeah, I'm done in a minute." She heard Santana say through the door.
Santana stepped out of the door and before Brittany could do an overview of her outfit, she stormed past her in the direction of the toilet. She heard Santana laugh behind the closed door. Damn her and her elaborate shower rituals.
Now that she was in the bathroom, she could put make up on her eyes. Normally she liked the classical look, only mascara, but they were going out, so she could go a little out. After a ten minutes of putting on make-up, she was satisfied and walked out of the room. And there she was, Santana sitting on the edge of the bed wearing indeed a red dress. Brittany's eyes looked over Santana's outfit and she gulped.
Santana, who heard her, stood up from the bed and looked at Brittany. She could see her mouth actually falling a little open. Brittany gave herself a mental high-five. She could see Santana's eyes trail over her legs, but she didn't mind. That way Brittany could peek at Santana's red dress. It was a little longer than Brittany's dress, but it still showed off quite a big part of her long tanned legs. But it wasn't Santana's legs that had Brittany's attention. It was the way the red, tight dress pushed up Santana's boobs up in the every right way. Brittany actually had to tear her eyes away before it got awkward. They were just so perfect and she felt like she could stare into the valley of her breasts all day. Brittany bit her lip trying to distract herself. All she wanted was to place her mouth on those breasts. Oh god. This was going to be hard. But then her eyes trailed up to Santana, who was still staring at Brittany's legs. Brittany smirked. It was going to be just as hard for Brittany as it was going to be for Santana.
"Do you like my dress?" Brittany smirked. Santana's eyes still seemed glued to her legs.
Santana swallowed hard and then simply nodded. It seemed like she tried to manage a word out, but her mouth was dry.
"You look smoking hot too." Brittany stepped closer and whispered that last part in Santana's ear.
"I see what you're doing. I'm not dumb, Brittany." Santana whispered back in the blonde's ear.
"What do you mean?" Brittany whispered back. No one but Santana could hear here in the room, but she kept whispering, not trusting her own voice anymore with Santana's body so close to her own. She could feel her heart beating faster in her chest with every breath that reverbed from Santana's lips onto her ear shell.
"Two can play that game you know? Are you sure you're up for the challenge? Because when I play, I want to win."
Santana's voice lowered to a sexy, sultry pitch and Brittany's heart beat even harder. She swallowed hard and regained her confidence. She started this game and Santana wasn't going to turn the roles around. She was winning this game or whatever the hell they just started. Brittany didn't even know. All she knew that she wasn't going to give in. No short dresses, not Santana's sexy voice, not her smoking body would make the blonde give in. This was her game and she wasn't going to be the first one to give in.
"You don't have anything on me. I will win this game or whatever you want to call it. So prepare to lose." Brittany whispered lowly. After that she spun on her feet and walked out of the door. She hoped that would leave Santana hot and bothered. She glanced over at her watch and saw that it was already time to leave for the beach. She saw Mike and Tina coming out of their room and joined them. Tina was also wearing a dress, noticeably longer than Santana's or Brittany's. After a while the whole group was at the beach again minus Puck and Ryder. Santana was sitting next to Brittany. Santana had reached over a couple of minutes ago to place the blonde's hand in her lap. She was playing with her fingers over her hand and it was distracting Brittany from talking to Mike about dancing. After ten minutes or so, Puck and Ryder arrived holding a bag.
"Alcohol you guys." Puck yelled.
"Okay, first everyone pay ten dollars because this shit was expensive okay." Ryder said.
Everybody grunted but took their wallets.
"Let that party begin." Puck yelled once again after everyone paid their share.
Ryder wasn't lying. They bought a lot and Brittany got why everyone had to buy ten dollars. The both of them had bought tequila, vodka, beer and blue curacao. Everybody wanted to start calm and almost everyone grabbed a beer. But after ten minutes, Puck got impatient.
"Drinking games!"
Santana pulled Brittany's hand towards Puck. "Come on. I want to play drinking games. I love games. You know why?"
Brittany shook her head from right to left and back.
"Because I always win." Santana said. Brittany felt Santana's hand suddenly trail over her under back and dropping at her side, but not before she grazed Brittany's ass. Brittany glanced over at Santana who was smirking.
"Okay, girls and guys this is the game." Not the whole group seemed to be eager to play a drinking game, but Brittany did kind of like drinking game. Quinn, Rachel, Santana, Sam, Ryder and Brittany were standing listening at Puck who was explaining the game.
"Let's start with an easy one y'all." Puck said while he started pouring setting shot glasses in front of everybody.
"Okay, so now, what we're trying to do is count to ten. I know it sounds easy, but if you say a number together with someone, you both drink half the shots of the number that you said. So let's say we're at number five and me and Santana both say six at the same time, we both drink three shots. Does everyone understand it? Oh and you have to close your eyes."
"What drink are we using? Because it's the first game and starting with tequila might not be the best idea."
"That's true, considering how small you are, you're probably drunk after two shots." Santana said.
"Can I just point out that you're not that much taller than I am, Santana."
"Don't care. I'm still taller and that's all that counts."
"Shut up you two. Let's just do blue thrills?" Puck interrupted them.
"What are blue thrills?" Sam asked.
"Blue curacao and lemon juice. It's pretty damn good."
"Okay cool."
"Everyone close their eyes. We'll start."
Everybody closed their eyes.
"One." Quinn yelled.
"Two." Ryder and Brittany said at the same time.
"That's a shot you two." Brittany grunted loud. She sucked at this game. Puck poured her a blue shot and then a yellow one and placed it in front of Brittany and Ryder.
"First blue and then yellow?"
"Yup. The lemon juice neutralizes the alcohol a little.
Brittany grabbed the blue shot and placed it at her lips. She held her head backwards and let the blue liquid roll into her mouth. Before she could process the taste of the blue liquid, she grabbed the lemon juice and drunk it. Tears stung in her eyes by the sourness of the lemon juice.
"That's actually pretty delicious." Brittany stated.
"Okay. Next game."
"One."
"Two."
"Three" Brittany decided to wait a little longer, hoping not to take a shot right away.
"Four"
"Five" Brittany was impressed. They were actually getting far now.
"Six"
"Seven"
But at eight, they failed. Brittany and Santana uttering the word eight at the same time.
"Well, well, the cute couple can take four shots. Each."
Brittany grunted. The shot was actually nice but four at one time? That was too much. Puck placed the shots in front of them.
"Are you ready, babe?" Santana added the last part with a wink. Damn her.
"Sure honey. Let's do this."
Brittany grabbed the first blue shot and downed it. Then she took the yellow one and downed it too. She glanced over at Santana, who was already at her second shot and she quickly downed her second blue shot too. After the four shots, Brittany's eyes tore a little up, not because of the alcohol, that made her head spin already, but because of the lemon juice. She glanced over at Santana, who was smiling at her.
"Well done, babe."
Santana leaned over at Brittany and placed a small peck on her lips. Brittany could still taste the sourness of the lemon juice on her lips. They continued to play the game for a little while. But soon enough, they finished the bottles of the blue curacao, so they decided to change up the game. Brittany's head was already a bit lighter than normal because of the alcohol. She wasn't the best one in the number game, so she had took a lot of shots already. Puck proposed to play 'Never Have I Ever' with tequila shots. That would put everyone in a good buzz to go to a club later on.
"Come on, everyone join in."
Puck yelled over at the other group, who was just drinking a beer. They grunted but came over anyway. Puck, who had assigned himself as the leader of the game, placed everyone in a circle. Brittany sat next to Santana and Rachel, who was babbling in her ear about how she really didn't want to play 'Never Have I Ever' because it was an infraction of her privacy or something like that. Brittany really did not care. Puck gave everyone a piece of lime and a clean shot glass. He filled the shot glasses with the tequila. Brittany grunted internally. The last time she drank tequila, it didn't end well. At least, she doesn't remember the whole evening to this day. Puck then placed some saltshakers around the circle saying that everyone should take his own salt. Puck then finally sat down himself.
"Let's get this party started right? Okay, so I'm guessing everyone knows the rules to Never Have I Ever, right? You can't say statements that you did yourself. Who wants to start?" Puck explained.
"I'll start." Rachel said. "Never have I ever kissed a girl."
Damn her Rachel. She just wanted to see everyone drink. Puck, Ryder, Sam, Mike, Kurt, Brittany, Santana and Quinn downed their shot glass. Santana grunted loudly next to her, biting furiously in the lime. Brittany glanced over at Quinn, who's shot glass was indeed empty.
"Have you kissed a girl before, Quinn? You've never told me about that." Brittany asked.
Quinn went pale. "It was a long time ago, Britt. I was drunk." Quinn glanced over quickly at Santana. Wait what? Brittany turned herself to Santana.
"You kissed Quinn?" Her voice rose. She tried to keep her voice steady, but the jealousy was easy audible to everyone who could hear.
"It was a long time ago, baby. We were in high school at this lame house party and we were drunk. She only kissed me to make that Finn dude jealous."
Brittany still didn't like the fact that those two kissed. Was she jealous? Hell yes. It was just quite weird to imagine those two kissing. She bit down harder into the lime to mask her jealous expression.
"It really didn't mean a single thing, Brittany. I hardly even remember the kiss itself. I was so drunk that night." Quinn laughed but Brittany didn't. Jealousy was a big green-eyed monster and it owned Brittany at the moment.
"Oh, you're totally jealous aren't you, Brittany?" Santana came closer.
Brittany shook her head no, and everyone laughed. She was a crappy liar anyway.
"You suck at lying, Britt. Has anyone ever told you that?"
Santana leaned in, but not like the last time, she did more than a peck. She felt Santana lick against her bottom lip and Brittany had to stop herself from moaning or gasping into Santana's mouth. They kissed for a short time and then broke apart. Luckily the whole group was still talking to Quinn about the kiss.
"Are we going to play?" Brittany said impatiently.
"Sure, Britt. Do you want to ask the next question?" Puck asked while he poured the tequila back into everyone's glass.
"Okay." Brittany thought to herself. She always sucked at thinking of Never Have I Evers. Her head was already buzzing with all the shots that she downed during the games and that weren't making things easier.
"Never have I ever had sex in the backseat of the car." Brittany stated. The whole car thing really didn't appeal to Brittany and so she had never done that.
Puck, Ryder, Kitty, Quinn, Tina, Mike, Santana, Marley and Rachel all downed their drinks.
"Rachel? Well, I wouldn't have said." Brittany laughed.
Rachel blushed.
"Good question, Britt. Rachel can now ask the next question." Puck decided.
"Never have I ever watched porn." Rachel stated. Oh, Brittany did not have to drink on that one. It wasn't like she wasn't suspicious or anything, but the whole porn thing did not appeal to her. She just felt sorry for the girls who had to do that.
All of the guys downed their shot except for Kurt. The only girl that took her shot was Santana.
"Porn, Santana? Really?" Brittany glanced over at Santana and smirked.
"What? I was a closeted lesbian for quite a few years. I had to learn that stuff someway right? If I didn't watch so much porn back then, I wouldn't have made you scream that loud last night."
Santana said it loud enough for everyone to hear? Brittany looked down at her hands when she felt everyone's stares. Puck laughed.
"Who wants to ask the next question?"
They played some more. So far Brittany had to drink for a lot of questions. From going skinny-dipping that one time, to being too drunk to stay awake during sex. Santana had to drunk a lot too and both of them were pretty drunk. Scratch that. The whole group seemed to be pretty drunk by now. Luckily, Puck had arranged taxis to bring them to the club because none of them had thought about a designated driver.
"Let's go dancing." Puck screamed. He had the wildest sex life of them all apparently, so he took the most tequila shots. And when the tequila was finished, they started at the vodka. Brittany tried to find her balance back on her feet, but her head was spinning. Her vision was blurred but she loved it. She helped up Santana, who was smiling the entire time.
"Britt." She slurred.
"Yeah."
"Kiss me." Santana placed her hand on the back of Brittany's neck and brought their lips frantically closer. The kiss was sloppy and rushed, but the alcohol made the kiss way better. The scent of alcohol on both of their breaths was intoxicating and took Brittany's breath away. Santana then pulled away and interlocked their hands. Brittany smiled at their hands. She liked drunk Santana. A lot of them had trouble walking but they arrived at the taxis. Santana, Brittany, Rachel and Quinn in one taxi left first to the club.
When they were back in the taxi, Santana kissed her again. Brittany forgot that they were in a taxi with Quinn and Rachel and they made out. Brittany rummaged her hands through Santana's long raven hair and pushed her even closer. She heard Santana moan in her mouth and she smiled into the kiss.
"Cut it out guys." Rachel slurred. "It's disgusting."
They broke apart. "You're just jealous of my insanely hot girlfriend with her magical tongue, Rachel." Santana bit back. Brittany laughed and poked out her tongue. Drunk Santana had even less boundaries about insulting people than sober Santana.
"We're here. That'll be twelve dollars please." Santana placed the money in his hand and stepped out of the car.
"Let's go babe." Santana said as she grabbed the blonde's hand in hers. Behind the two of them, the rest of the group arrived. Brittany had absolutely no idea what time it was, but frankly she didn't care.
Everybody grabbed their ID's and practically shoved it in the face of the security at the entrance of the club. Santana pulled Brittany into the club right into the mass of people. The club was intoxicating to say at least. It was packed with dancing people on the beat of the pumping music. The club was dark, illuminated by the green and red light from the DJ-table. Brittany felt Santana pulling on her hand towards the dancing mass of people. Brittany smiled. Even though she was drunk and her view was a little fuzzy, dancing was her thing. Santana clutched onto her, pulling her further and further into the mass, leaving their friends behind. When they were around the middle, Santana turned around to Brittany and started dancing. She couldn't quite hear the song. All she could hear was the repeating pumps of the beats of the song, coursing through her body. She started dancing, and it was natural. The alcohol took away every last bit of boundaries and she placed her arms on top of Santana's shoulders, pulling the both of them closer. Santana even looked drunk but that didn't take away the effect of the stare. Brittany started grinding into Santana, bringing their bodies together. She could feel Santana gasp a little when their boobs grazed. Brittany placed her left hand on Santana's lower back and brought their centers closer. Their hips were moving simultaneously to the music, Brittany leading them. Santana seemed like a good dancer, but Brittany wanted to lead them. Suddenly, Santana turned around with her back to the blonde. She then moved back and grinded her ass into Brittany's center who gasped. Santana kept grinding backwards into her center and it was turning the blonde on. She had a dry spell for three months and this was all becoming too much. Brittany placed her hands on Santana's hips and started swaying, while grinding back into the brunette. She placed her head on Santana's shoulder and spread her hair on the other side, so Brittany's head was placed on Santana's bare shoulder.
"I want you so bad."
Brittany spoke lowly into Santana's ear. She knew that Santana had heard her, because she grinded backwards even more. Brittany turned Santana around and brought their lips frantically together. She didn't care that they were in the club and everyone could see them. Nobody was giving them attention anyway. Brittany slipped her tongue quickly in Santana's mouth. She brought her hands to Santana's ass and gave it a firm squeeze. Santana moaned in her mouth. Santana was as horny as she was. Santana was everything. Her hands were everywhere, on her ass, in her hair, on her lower back. Brittany couldn't handle it anymore. The thrill of the alcohol still rushing through her veins combined with the thrill of Santana's lips on tongue was too much. But she couldn't stop. She didn't want to stop. They broke apart but Santana started to attack her neck, placing kisses along her jawline, sucking and softly biting down. Brittany bit her lip to stop herself from moaning out loud. Brittany placed her hand on Santana's jaw, stared deeply into her eyes and brought their lips together again. This little game went on for a while, Brittany didn't even know how long. The alcohol and making out with Santana made her forget any sense of time. But suddenly, she really needed to pee. Brittany pulled Santana with her to the bathroom, without saying one word. The both of them stumbled into the bathroom, still intoxicated with all the alcohol that they consumed that night. Brittany, stepped into the bathroom, holding the door to remain her balance, and lifted off her dress. Outside the booth she heard soft sobbing. Was Santana crying? Brittany stepped out of the booth and there was Santana, indeed crying. Brittany stepped in closer and placed a consoling hand on Brittany's shoulder. Santana however shrugged the hand off and stepped backwards, hitting the washing table.
"What's wrong?" Brittany asked quietly. She was curious but also worried. She wanted to go back ten minutes in the past, when they were kissing and grinding.
Suddenly the door slammed open and Brittany saw a drunk girl stroll in. She didn't know the girl, but she seemed pretty far-gone.
Santana slumped down and sat down, her knees bent, softly sobbing into her hands. Brittany placed herself next to Santana, but not too close, hoping that she wouldn't scare the other girl away.
"What's going on Santana?" Brittany said.
"None of your fucking business, Brittany. Just go away." Santana said between sobs. She looked up and her tears were indeed full tears. Her make up was smudged and she looked like a sad panda.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me what is going on, Santana. You don't have to push me away. I'm here and I want to know."
"Just let me be alone for a minute. I need some space. I can't –' Santana sobbed.
"Why do you need space, honey?" Santana pushed Brittany away.
"I just do."
"Did I do something wrong?" Brittany tried.
"Why do you even like me, Brittany? I'm messed up. I'm a fucking train-wreck and there you are. Perfect."
"You think I'm perfect?" Brittany glanced over.
Santana nodded before another tear rolled out of her eyes.
"But you're not messed up. You're funny, passionate and totally dead on gorgeous. You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. I just sink into them every time. You take my breath away."
Santana looked over. Her make up all over her cheeks.
"Really?"
"Really."
"But I'm no good for you. Britt. I'm messed up. I've lost so much and I don't deserve you. I don't deserve anyone." Santana let out a long sob.
"But why not?" Brittany asked confused.
Then suddenly the door went open for a second time and Quinn walked in, with after her Tina and Marley. Santana pushed herself upright and turned her back to them. She whipped her eyes clean, but you could easily see that she had been crying.
"Oh, you guys are here. Where have you been? We've been looking for you." Marley said.
"Yeah, sorry about that. We were just dancing a little further away."
"Oh okay. Well, Puck is sucking face with some nameless slut. Kitty and Ryder have been making out in the corner for the last hour and Mike thinks this is So You Think You Can Dance." Quinn said, shaking her head.
"Cool. Well, Santana and I will go out there again." Brittany said, hoping that they wouldn't see that Santana had been crying. Brittany grabbed Santana's hand and pulled her out of the door.
'Lets hope they weren't paying any attention to Santana.' Brittany thought to herself.
Brittany stepped out of the bathroom, holding Santana's hand. She was busy wiping the tears from her eyes and the smudged mascara that ran over her cheeks. Brittany wanted to continue their talk, but Santana was pulling her eager to the rest of the group. Brittany sighed. Santana was finally letting her see a small piece of her, how she really felt, but she blinked and it was gone again. It was frustrating, but Brittany's head was spinning a little too much at the moment to really care. She could still feel the alcohol rush through her veins. The rest of the night they spend dancing with the group.
Even though they were now dancing with the group, Santana still grinded her ass into Brittany's center. They were still dancing as close as ever and they kept kissing passionately. It felt like nothing had happened in that bathroom and they were just having fun. After a couple of hours, the whole group decided it was time to go home. It was already five o' clock in the morning and the whole club seemed to be emptying out. Tina and Mike were clutching to each other, at least, Tina was clutching to Mike. She was drunk. Mike however seemed a little more sober than Tina, so he decided to carry her. Mike then called all of them taxis and they got in. Santana, who was still holding Brittany's hand tight, stepped into the car next to Brittany. After the many hours they spent in the club everyone seemed to have sobered up, except for Puck and Tina who were still screaming loud to all of them that they loved everything. Brittany finally felt her body sobering up. The edges of her view weren't fuzzy anymore and she regained her balance a little better. Santana, who was still clutching onto her hand, pulled Brittany into a cap and Quinn joined them.
"There's no way you two are sharing a bed tonight." Quinn stated. She seemed to be the soberest one in the cab, excluding the taxi driver.
"What? Look, we can control ourselves." Brittany tried.
"Sure. Like I believe that. You were practically dry humping the whole night on the dance floor. If you spend the night together, you'll have sex and one of you is going to regret that tomorrow morning when the alcohol is out of your blood."
Santana grunted loud but didn't protest.
"I don't know if I can trust you two in a bed together." Brittany stated.
Quinn laughed. "Oh, this is about the kiss, right? You're worried that I want Santana all to myself?"
Brittany shook her head 'no' but Quinn laughed.
"I didn't see you for the jealous type, Brittany."
"I'm not jealous."
"Sure." Quinn laughed. After that, the taxi stopped. Brittany glanced over one more time at Santana, who gave her a lazy smile before they parted ways to their bedrooms.
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