Brittany is always near you for the remainder of the night. She's next to you, waiting for you to hand her a beer. She's holding your hand while you watch Sam do an impression of Dutch people. She's on the balcony with you, smoking a cigarette. She holds your hand, has her arm around your waist, looks at you, there's always some part of you connected. It's not like you're constantly trying to mack on her, though you wouldn't mind it, yet you're really turned on. The secret smiles she's been giving you during conversations and the constant touches have you on cloud nine and you'd like to drag her into Blaine's bedroom and have your way with her.
By the time it's three in the morning the room is spinning around you. You feel like the same song has been playing for the past hour, but maybe it's an entirely different one, you wouldn't know, you stopped caring three beers ago. Mike is dancing with a Dutch girl and their bodies move in ways that are not appropriate for the living room. Rachel is making out with Jesse in a corner. Brittany is next to you, getting into stripper mode again. Giggling, you pull her into the hallway.
"Britt, you can't just take off your clothes in the middle of the room."
She wriggles her hand out of your grasp and manages to get one of her arms out of her dress. It's still hanging onto one of her shoulders and her bra gets more and more visible every time she moves to get her other arm free as well. The sight of it makes you gulp.
"San, I need help. I can't get it off." Brittany whines, still struggling. She instantly stops when she sees your hungry stare, when she traces your line of sight back to her bra, she gives you a knowing smirk and pins you against the wall, already half out of her dress. It's incredible how she can go from cute and clumsy to sexy and confident in a matter of seconds.
You wish you weren't such a horny drunk, because you can see in her eyes that she knows what her body does to you when she presses her breasts into yours.
"Fuck." You whimper. "You're so hot."
She leans in and her teeth pull your bottom lip. "You are by far the hottest person in this apartment, probably in this city."
Before you can respond, she's hungrily kissing you, bruising your lips in the most delicious way.
You moan and her hand manages to slip underneath your incredibly tight shirt. As soon as her hand touches skin it's her turn to moan and you cup her breast over her bra.
"Let's get out of here." She whispers against your lips.
You shake your head, "no time." You blindly feel around for the door you saw before Brittany jumped you. When your hand hits the doorknob, you twist it and let go of Brittany to walk into the room. Only to walk back out straight away.
Brittany furrows her brow and looks past you into the room. She starts howling with laughter straight away and you kind of see why it's funny, but you're still too mortified to even say anything.
Blaine scrambles off Kurt, who is busy covering himself with the comforter.
"Don't you know how to knock?" His shrill voice yells out. All you can do is just mouth words, nothing comes out.
"Were you two…" Brittany can't even finish that sentence, cause she's still laughing, it's contagious and before you can stop yourself your laughing along with Brittany, holding yourself up with the doorpost.
Blaine manages to cover his boner with a random pillow he finds and he looks as mortified as you felt a few seconds ago.
"Why are you in my room?" He asks you, his voice two octaves higher than usual and his words still slur.
Kurt answers for you. "Because they're obviously into each other and probably had the same idea we had. Look at Brittany's dress."
Even though he is right, you don't want to admit it to them. It's their turn to feel awkward.
"Actually, Britt is a stripper drunk and I wanted to find her some clothes to get her some layers so she doesn't end up butt naked on your couch, Anderson."
Blaine points a shaky finger to his closet, his other hand gripping the pillow more tightly. "Get whatever you need and please leave."
Still giggling you grab some shorts and a shirt for Brittany to put on. As soon as you and Brittany get out of the room, the two of you collapse against the door.
"Oh my god. I can't ever look at them the same now that I've seen their hard ons." You breathe. "I just saw way too much dick for a lesbian."
Brittany just laughs and says, "Kurt's was bigger than I expected, don't you think?"
Your face crumples in disgust and you hand Brittany the clothes. She puts them on while you watch her, still sat against the door, and says, "c'mon, let's go back inside. This totally killed the mood."
And of course you let her pull you up and guide you back into the living room where you immediately seek out Sam to tell him what just happened. When he laughs and then abruptly sprints out to throw up off the balcony, all thoughts of getting Brittany naked are gone and after you've given Sam a glass of water and some bread, you decide it's time to call a cab and leave.
The cabride back was not one to remember. Sugar in the front kept yapping to the driver in a way that makes it obvious she is more into the conversation than the driver, Sam was still looking a little pale leaning against the window, Brittany kept playing with your fingers or sliding her hand up your thigh in ways that drove you insane, the driver looked confused by your costumes and appeared more and more annoyed every time Sugar opened her mouth. You never thought that the situation would get worse once you got back to the dorms, yet it did.
You are currently holding Sugar's hair out of her face while she is emptying her stomach into your toilet and Brittany is making tea for Sam, who is laying down on your bed. And don't forget the bucket that is placed next to your bed, holding the last of his stomach's content including the bread you fed him twenty minutes earlier.
"Britt, please tell me how we ended up helping their drunk asses instead of having super hot sex right now?" You ask her when she comes walking into your bathroom with a cup of tea for you and a glass of water for Sugar.
"Because you're a good friend and you'd like for them to do the same." She replies while kissing your cheek.
You pull a face at that. "No, I'd rather they leave me in my room by myself so they can't hold an embarrassing moment like this over me."
"You know we wouldn't Santana." A sweaty faced Sugar says into the toilet. "Actually, we probably would. You're kind of a bitch."
Both you and Brittany glare at her.
"Sorry, Aspergers." Her typical response.
"You finished?" You shake your head at her and flush the toilet after she nods. "Good, get your drunk ass to your room then."
Sugar nods again and gets up, swaying a little. "Take that frat boy with you on your way out."
As soon as she's out of the room you turn to Brittany.
"Tell me again why we hang out with them?" Brittany just grins and follows you out of the bathroom, only to find Sam and Sugar passed out on your bed.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" And you know what's coming now, you already feel the tears stinging.
"S? Are you alright?" A worried Brittany asks you when you turn to face her.
You sniffle. "I'm sorry, I'm an emotional drunk and I really, really wanted to go to bed and cuddle up with you and now we can't."
The first tear makes it's way down.
"Oh no, honey, we can go to my room and leave them here. Sound good?"
You nod through your tears and when she grabs your hand and guides you to her room, things don't seem so bad anymore.
When she wraps her arms around you from behind as soon as you're under her covers, things seem quite alright actually and you pass out with a content feeling, super tight Wonder Woman costumes and sex long forgotten.