Okay a nice quick update for you since i had already began writing this chapter as it was supposed to be part of the last one. So... Read, Review and Enjoy.


Brittany grabbed Santana's pinkie with her own and lifting herself up from the floor. They made their way up to the bathroom with struggle, not being able to walk in a straight line didn't help them either. Brittany entered first and Santana followed her in, locking door.

"Those drinks have gone straight through me." the blonde was fumbling with the button on her jeans, but finally managed to get it undone. "This partied great, huh?" Brittany asked as she pulled down her jeans and then he panties.

Santana was leaning against the bathroom counter where all the toothbrushes, toothpaste and soap were placed. "Yeah, it's okay I guess."

"You're drunk." Brittany said as she flushed the toilet and walked over to the sink washing her hands whilst Santana used the toilet next.

"No I'm not." Santana replied.

"What did you say?"

"I said I'm not drunk."

"Sorry, I can't understand a word you are saying. Your words are all slurry." Brittany teased.

"Santana laughed at pulled up her jeans, buttoning them up at the top. "Okay. Maybe I'm a little drunk. But you're drunker than me."

"A little?" Brittany asked. "And I'm admitting I'm drunk. I'm drunk and proud." The blonde smiled raising her hands up to the roof.

Santana laughed at her friends actions. "Okay. Maybe a lot. But hey it's a party right? It's what they're for. To get drunk, have some fun and let lose a little." Santana shook her hands splashing droplets of water everywhere, and dried them with the towel that was sitting on the radiator.

"Totally. And you must have had some fun tonight. You got to kiss Chelsea. I'm so jealous. It was hot." Brittany was biting her bottom lip as she watched Santana's face expression turn to disgust again.

Santana turned around so she was looking at Brittany again. "Are you serious? That was so not hot. It's the worst thing I've ever had to experience in my whole entire life. She's left a really bad taste in my mouth."

Brittany placed her hands on Santana's waist which made the Latina look down, but then back up blue eyes. Brittany slowly pushed Santana against the counter with her hands still placed on her waist. "Well how would you like me to get rid of that bad taste for you?"

Santana raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "How so?"

"I'll show you." Brittany whispered against the brunettes ear. Brittany slid her hands around to the back of Santana's thighs, gripping them and lifting Santana onto the counter. Santana squealed in surprise and wrapped her legs around Brittany. The blonde ran her tongue up Santana's neck and felt her shiver under her touch. She began leaving light kissing on her neck, nipping lightly, making sure not to leave a mark.

Santana tilted her neck so Brittany could get better access. "What are you going to show me?" Santana whispered.

Brittany trailed the kisser up to Brittany's jaw line and stopping when she reached plump limps. "How to get rid of a bad taste and replace with a new one." Brittany crashed her lips to Santana's, their lips moving together in a perfect rhythm. Brittany slid her tongue across Santana's lips asking for entrance. Santana flung her arms around Brittany's neck and tangling them in blonde locks puller her closer, letting Brittany enter her mouth.

Santana's hands travelled their way from Brittany's hair a down to the small of her back. She slowly reached her hand under the clothing to touch the bare skin.

Brittany was the first to break the kiss and looked at Santana. "Is that any better?"

"A little. Maybe a little more will help." Santana leaned again but was met with Brittany's finger covering her lips and shaking her head. Santana had a confused look on her face.

"Nuh-uh. That's enough for now." Brittany's hands rubbed up and down Santana's thighs and moved her lips so she could whisper into her ear. "Maybe we could finish this later. Its your turn to spin remember?"

"But." Santana was speechless. And the next thing she saw was Brittany leaving the bathroom and throwing a smile and a wink towards the Latina. "You have got to be joking me." Santana whispered to herself as she hopped off the counter and straightened herself out before leaving the bathroom. When she got back downstairs, Brittany was already sitting back in the circle. Santana wobbled her way over back to the circle sitting beside Brittany again.

"Puck made us some drinks for when we came down." Brittany handed Santana a cup. "Its quite nice."

Santana looked into the cup. "Do you know what's in it?" Santana asked.

"No."

Santana thought whether she should drink it or not. If Pucks made it, he could have put anything in it. oh what the hell. Santana thought. I'm already drunk, if he's put something in it I probably won't be able to tell. Santana took a large gulp of her drink. She was surprised by how nice it tasted, except for the burning feeling afterwards.

"Okay, Santana are you ready to spin?" Santana looked over to puck and nodded. "Yeah. Lets do it." Santana gripped the bottle and spun it round. She waited for the spinning to die down, until it finally came to a stop. Well that's kinda lucky. she thought to herself. She heard a load of whistling come again.

"Oh boy, this night is just getting better and better." Puck shouted. "We want to see a good show here as well. So Amaze us with your talents girls. We want a really, really good show. Something that we will all want to remember." she heard all the guys agree with him.

Santana sat up on her knees and crawled in front of Brittany. She held onto the girls shoulders as she straddled Brittany's lap and wrapped her legs around her. She gave her a smirk before she inched forward capturing the blondes lips with her own. Their lips moved together slowly at first, but then tongues began sliding against each others and the kiss became more fierce. Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana and leaned herself forward until Santana's back hit the floor. Santana's arms and legs were still wrapped around the blonde. She with as much force as she could, she switched their positions so she was now onto of the blonde. The kiss only lasted a few more seconds before Santana pulled away and stared down at the blonde.

"Looks like what you gave me in the bathroom wasn't enough after all. The bottle decided I did need more." Santana said.

Brittany leaned up and rested on her elbows. "How about we go grab a few more drinks?"

Santana nodded and lifted herself of Brittany, giving her space to stand up. They headed into the kitchen. As they reached the kitchen Quinn was watching them. "You two seemed really into that kiss." she said.

Santana shrugged her shoulders. "They wanted a good show, they got one." The Latina replied with a satisfied smirk on her face. "You want a drink with us?"

"No I'm fine, thanks. Finn's taking me home now."

"You're such a light weight."

"No, I just know when to stop. Unlike you two. Do you not think that you've had enough already? I'm drunk and I can easily tell that you two are way past drunk now. Brittany's eyes are practically shut."

"She looks fine to me. It was her idea to get another drink."

"You should be taking care of her."

"Which I am doing. I can't stop her from wanting to have fun. Now be a sweetheart and pass them shot glasses."

"Get them yourself." Quinn said as she brushed past Santana and into the crowed of people.

"I'm fine. She's just being a party pooper. She should have more fun like we do." Brittany said.

Santana turned around and smiled at Brittany. "I know. We will show her how its done one day."

Brittany smiled."Now how about those drinks and we head back to yours?"

Santana grabbed the shot glasses and began pouring some sort of alcohol into the glasses. "I thought we were stopping at yours tonight?"

"I'll ring my mom and tell her that the plans have changed she won't mind. And your house is empty so."

Santana swallowed thickly and handed a shot to Brittany. "My place it is." they clicked their glasses together and downed their drink.

"You make some more for the road whilst I go call my mom." Brittany walked past Santana and headed out the back door.

Santana began refilling her glass and downing as much as she could. She felt arms wrap around her and she stiffened up. She quickly turned around to be met by Puck. "Hey." He said.

"Oh, Hey." she answered back.

"Why don't me and you take this party upstairs?" Puck began kissing the girls neck, leaving a trail of sloppy wet kisses, his hands going round to the back of Santana grabbing her ass.

Santana reached back grabbing the boys hands removing them from her body. "Actually me and Brittany are going as soon as she gets back."

"You're always with her. Why don't you come with me for once, or are you turning lesbo or something, and Brittany's your new girlfriend." Puck joked.

Santana's eyes widened as if he was actually being serious. "No. That's just stupid."

"Prove it." It was two simple words. Puck began kissing the brunette, shoving his tongue into her mouth.

Santana pushed the boy lightly off her.


Brittany walked down to the bottom of the garden trying to get some signal on her phone. When she finally had some, she searched her contacts for her mothers and pressed the cal button. She hoped that her mother was still awake. After a few rings her mom answered. "Hello?"

"Hello mom, its Brittany."

"What's wrong, honey?" her mother asked, concern filling her voice. Brittany understood why her mom sounded concerned since she was at someone's house having a party with loads of people and alcohol.

"Nothing's wrong. I'm just ringing to let you know that I'm going back to Santana's house tonight."

"I thought you were coming home tonight."

"We were, but Finn has took Quinn home and he's not coming back, and well Santana lives closer, so I said it would be a better just to go to hers." Brittany knew she shouldn't lie to her mom.

"Well okay. I was waiting for you two to come home, just to make sure you got back safe, but I guess I can go to bed now. But if your going back to Santana's, just make sure your both safe. The streets can be dangerous at this time."

"I know mom. Don't worry though, Santana will go all Lima Heights on anyone who tries to cross her."

"I know she will honey. But still, be careful okay?"

"Okay."

"Goodnight honey. I love you."

"Night. I love you too."

Brittany hung up her phone and put it back into her jeans pocket. She stumbled back up the garden and into the house, tripping occasionally. But when she got back she didn't see Santana where she last seen her. The shots were there, but no Santana. She searched the room to see if she could see her, but she had no look. She thought that maybe she had gone to the bathroom. She waited for a couple of minutes to see if she returned, but still she hadn't. she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned with a smile on her face, which soon faded.

"Hey."

"Hey." Brittany repeated.

"What, are you not pleased to see me or something?" the other girl joked.

"Oh yeah, sorry. I just thought you were Santana. She was here when I went outside, but when I came back in she was gone."

"Well I don't think you will be seeing her for a while."

"What do you mean?" The blonde asked.

"She went upstairs with Puck about five minutes ago. They must have some sort of business to attend to." The other girl joked.

"Oh. Right."

Brittany knew exactly what sort of business the girl was talking about, and she didn't like the sound of it. She hated it when Santana did stuff like this to her. Saying that they will have one more drink then head home. But Puck was always there to take her away and leave Brittany to hang on whilst they attended to their business. But the blonde was fed up of this always happening to her. She was snapped out of her thoughts when the other girl began speaking to her.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

Brittany put on a fake smile and nodded. She grabbed the shot that was sitting on the counter and downed it, doing the same to the one that was sitting next to her, slamming the glass down, causing the other girl to stare at her. "If you see Santana, tell her I've gone home."

"Do you want me to walk you? You look really drunk."

"Nah, I'm okay." Brittany replied. She knew she wasn't okay. She had had a lot to drink tonight. She kept stumbling, finding it hard to walk straight. Her legs were feeling really heavy.

The girl nodded. "Okay. Well if I see Santana, I'll be sure to let her know." she bent over giving Brittany a hug.

Brittany pulled away from the hug and walked out of the house and into the front garden. She saw loads of people sitting on the lawn making out, practically having sex. She wasn't sure if they were or not. She started walking to the bottom of the garden when she seen people puking. Or one person. She wasn't sure, her vision had doubled from al the alcohol. All she could think about was going home, until she remembered one thing.


Santana made her way down the stairs of the persons house. She was straightening out her clothes and trying to fix her hair. Puck was behind her, buttoning up his jeans with a big smirk on his face. Santana ignored him when he said something to her and walked straight back to the kitchen to find her friend. She didn't see Brittany, but she seen someone else there. Chelsea.

God she's everywhere these days. Santana thought to herself. "Where's Brittany?" The brunette asked the girl standing in front of her. Santana noticed the two empty shot glasses and looked over to the girl.

"Oh she told me to tell you that when you were done with your business, she's gone home."

"What do you mean she's gone home?"

"As in she's left and gone home." The other girl said as is it was the most simplest thing to understand. "She looked and sounded kind of Pissed off with you."

"Whatever." The brunette said as she grabbed the half filled bottle of vodka and a cup filled with whatever knows what.

Santana couldn't be bothered with this girl tonight. As much as she loved to annoy and make fun of her, she just couldn't do with it, because she knew that if this girl made one wrong comment, she would probably end up slapping her. So instead she walked out of the house. The cool air slapped her in the face and she felt a wave of guilt flash through her body. She knew she shouldn't have gone off with Puck, but he was practically calling her a lesbian. When he said that to her, her thought rushed back to when they both had hickeys and wondered if he had even noticed anything. He had never complained or said anything like that to her before.

She began walking down the garden and onto the street, drinking the rest of the liquid in the cup. She flung the cup onto the ground and screwed the cap off the vodka, taking a big gulp. It still burned and tasted disgusting but not as bad as when she was sober. She hadn't even noticed she had been walking for so long until she noticed her house coming into view. When she arrived outside her house, she stopped dead in her tracks.


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