Between The Lines

by 78Violetfan

Santana's been in love with Quinn practically since she met her and this is what I think the story would be like if they had been a serious couple within the show. Follow Quinn and Santana through their journey to happiness within the episodes of Glee! (New Summary)

36. Blame It On The Alcohol

I am aware of how long it's been since I released a new chapter, and I totally understand if anyone has completely moved on from reading this...however with that being said I got the sudden urge to write this chapter yesterday so here it is!

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McKinley Titans Be Aware of What You're Consuming!
1.There are dangers of teenage drinking.
2.You're too young don't do it.
3.It's stupid.
4.You could die!
5.You will die!

Santana sighed as she found the poster tacked to her locker. "These flyers are literally everywhere!" She said ripping it down, "honestly have you read it?"

Quinn shrugged as she leaned against the locker beside Santana's, "not really." She said sadly.

Santana's eyes bounced to her, the blonde wasn't really looking at her, but she could tell she was fighting the urge to. It was awkward between them. They both wanted to remain friends, but Quinn also wanted to forget everything else and get back together, over the past week they'd had plenty of arguments over Finn and Sam and each other, so many that Brittany had to actually tell them to stop hanging out after school. So for the past two days Quinn and Santana hadn't texted, or called each other or seen the other outside of school walls.

"It says drinking will kill us…I mean like there's a risk but this flyer is a joke."

"Yeah." Quinn agreed.
Santana crumpled the paper up and tossed it to the side before turning back to her locker, "okay, so can we skip the apologies and awkwardness and jump back to being friends?"

Quinn's eyes finally met hers when she turned her head, "it would be nice." She said softly. "I mean, I want to."

"So do I." Santana encouraged, shuffling a few books out in her locker, "so tell me something new. We haven't seen each other outside of school so what's happening at home? Anything?"

"I think my mom's started dating again, like for real." Quinn replied with a shrug, facing straight her eyes looking at the lockers across from them. "She's been out every night this week and I haven't seen much of her recently."

"Mama Fabray, slutin' it up." Santana quipped, "nice."

Quinn chuckled, "exactly. Only problem is she's been drinking a lot more recently."

"Nothing wrong with a little juice." Santana told her, "your mom's always been a wine-o-holic anyway."

"She's moved on to something stronger. All the liquor my dad kept in his study…I found her breaking into the other day."

"Wait, he didn't take that with him?"

"He left a lot of his things in there." Quinn said sadly, "I think he still believes he'll eventually be coming home."

They dated for months and Quinn had never opened up about anything to do with her father unless it had to do with religion until now and that made no sense to her. Why would she finally start speaking about it when they weren't even together? How is it that she never even knew about this? She'd been to Quinn's house several times since her father moved out and she never once noticed any of his things left behind.

"I kind of think he might eventually." Quinn continued despondently. "Like my mom has always let him walk all over her, who's to say it'll be different this time around? Russell Fabray can talk her in to doing anything."

"But he cheated on her." Santana said reasonably, "she'd be stupid to let him come back." She didn't register the defeated sigh from Quinn until it was too late, the girl had pushed herself off the lockers with a quick, "I'll see you later." Heading off toward the exit. "Wait, Quinn!" Santana called after her but it was no use, the blonde continued pushing her way through the crowd. "Damn." Santana whispered to herself. She hadn't meant to offend her, it really was just a slip up, she hadn't even been thinking about their relationship as she said it. It was only meant to be about Quinn's parents. She was only trying to make Quinn feel better about the situation and reassure her that her father wouldn't be allowed to come home.

That her mother wouldn't allow that abuser back into their home.

The sound of her phone pulled her attention from Quinn, she pulled it out of her bag without looking at the id, "you got me."

"I have big news!" Brittany told her.

"And what's that?" Santana held the phone against her ear with her shoulder as she continued digging through her locker to get all the materials she'd need for later, school had ended about three minutes ago and she was debating on whether she was actually gonna take her backpack home for the weekend or not. "Did Lord Tubbington finally tell you where he was stashing your cash?"

Brittany sighed dejectedly on the other side, "not really, but I think I'm pretty close to cracking him."

"So what's the news then?"

"There's going to be a party this weekend!"

"Yes!" Santana cheered, zipping her backpack up, "where at?"

"That's kind of a downside." Brittany told her.

Santana pushed her bag completely into the cubby before grabbing the phone with her hand again, "what do you mean?"

"It's at Rachel's house." Brittany explained, "and its Glee kids only."

"That sounds awful." Santana said, shutting her locker, "is anyone going?"

Brittany rounded the corner and joined in her in the hallway, "let me find out." She said, sharing a glance with Santana before she pulled her phone away from her ear and contacted Artie, "did you hear?"

"Yes. Mercedes just told me."

"Tell them I'll go if they go." Mercedes voice was heard

"Tell them yourself. I ain't no pony express."

Santana clicked Mercedes' name in the chat, "you're going right?" Mercedes asked immediately.

"Only if they're liquor, because a Rachel Berry party is not something I can do sober." Santana explained.

"But it's Alcohol Awareness week." Brittany told her.

"Precisely." Santana said, looking to her friend, "and I am aware of how much fun alcohol is. Let's ask Puckerman." She clicked Puck into the conversation and he answered within a second.

"You're go for Puck."

"Noah, it's Santittany and Artcedes. Can your friend score us some wine coolers?"

"No, but his I.D. can." He said just as they were all meeting in the hall.

"Well, if we're all in, it's settled." Mercedes said. "The Rachel Berry house party train wreck extravaganza is officially a go."

The kids all simultaneously hung up their phones, exchanging sort of nervous glances between each other because no one actually knew how this party would go. "It can't be that bad." Mercedes tried, "I mean if Puck's got the alcohol then we can make it a night to remember."

"That is true." Artie said, "it'll only be lame if we let it."

Santana's phone chimed before she could say anything, pulling her attention away and back to her phone.

So I guess there's a party?
-Q

"Who is it?" Mercedes wondered.

"It's Quinn."

"Is she going?" Brittany wondered.

Artie and Mercedes exchanged a glance, "why wouldn't she be?" Artie wondered. "She is in the Glee Club."

Santana shot Brittany a look before she turned back to the others, "she has a lot of church things with her mom."

Mercedes looked doubtful, "on a Saturday?"

"What? It's not like you go to the same church." Santana clapped back. Mercedes looked bewildered at Santana's sudden attitude, "I mean I'm sure she'll go." Santana backtracked, "it's just her mother is really strict with their church business."

"Okay." Mercedes accepted before tapping Artie on the shoulder, the two of them parting with Santana and Brittany moments later. The buzz of her phone pulled Santana's attention away from them, and even Brittany who was asking what was wrong.
"Santana?"

I won't go if you don't feel comfortable being around me for that long.
-Q

Why would that be a problem?
-San

"She's asking if she should go." Santana told Brittany, letting her friend read the messages. Brittany looked up from the phone before she said, "are you sure you'll be comfortable with her there?" Santana rolled her eyes, "you are acting like I wasn't the one who broke up with her." Her friend stared at her blankly, not saying anything as if to make a point that she wasn't buying Santana's 'okay with this' attitude. "It'll only be awkward and weird if we let it." Santana said. "We're still friends."

It's just with the drinking…we've been around each other drunk before. Maybe it wouldn't be the brightest choice given our history.
-Q

Nothing is going to happen. We'll be fine.
-San

We're still friends.
-San

It took a few minutes for Quinn to reply back and by that time Santana and Brittany had started their journey outside toward the cars. "Did you hear about coach Sylvester?" Brittany asked making conversation as they reached Santana's car.

"What about her?" Santana asked, looking across the top of the car to her friend.

Brittany shrugged, "according to Becky she's taken up coaching for the Westervale Glee Club."

Santana scoffed, "how is that even possible she doesn't work at that school."

"I have no idea."

Santana's phone pinged again as Brittany was climbing into the car. She took a quick glance at it, chuckling at the message before typing a quick reply and entering the vehicle.

Okay…well maybe one of us should stay sober just in case?
-Q

I volunteer you as tribute.
-San

"You talk her into going?" Brittany asked.

Santana set her phone in one of the cupholders and buckled herself up before starting the car to leave the school, "I think I did."

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"I can't believe Brittany decided to come without me." Santana mumbled to herself, fixing her hair as she walked up the stairs to the Berry residence. She had texted Brittany about two hours ago asking if she wanted to meet up at Breadstix and then just head over to the party together. Brittany had replied with an explanation that she and Artie had already been getting ready for the party together at his house and then getting dinner, but Santana was welcome to join them and encouraged even to bring Sam and they could make it an unofficial double date.

"I'm here." Sam said, standing next to her, he had just rung the doorbell.

"Thanks for that reminder." Santana said blandly. "Now remember-"

Sam rolled his eyes, "no touching you unless Quinn can see it."

"Right."

"Santana! Sam!" Rachel greeted happily, answering the door. "Right this way," she motioned for them to enter the house before leading them around and toward the basement, "a few house rules, nothing too bad, but no coming upstairs for anything. It's completely off limits…and don't sit on anything—unless it's a chair." She walked with them down the stairs, and they were greeted by some of the other members of the club; Brittany and Artie included.

"What the hell is this?" Santana wondered upon retrieving tickets.

"They're for your wine coolers." Rachel explained with her big doe eyes and a giant smile.

Sam looked at the tickets bemused, "say what now?"

"Limit of two drinks per person." Rachel said, just as the bell rang again.

Santana's eyes followed the girl as she ran back up the stairs, "you have got to be kidding me." She glanced back toward the tickets before looking up to Sam, who just shrugged moving over to a chair to take a seat. Santana shuffled over to him, her eyes warily tracing the group in sight of Quinn, but she seemingly hadn't arrived yet.

"She's in the bathroom." Brittany said, she had apparently caught Santana snooping around and motioned toward a door. Santana's eyes fell in the direction she was pointing before she moved to sit on Sam's lap.

"Whoa." The boy said, gripping her legs.

"She's already here."

Sam's eyes glanced around the room, but he couldn't spot Quinn anywhere, however Santana didn't let him say anything and instead moved to kiss him. It wasn't comfortable in the slightest and she was sure she wouldn't grow to enjoy it over the next few hours even if she pumped herself full of alcohol. Sam seemed to grab her too tightly and his lips were a lot bigger than Quinn's and he wasn't as delicate with his movements and it didn't matter what she did she couldn't stop herself from thinking of the blonde.

After kissing him for a good minute or so she pulled away, noting Brittany had moved over to the other side of the room with Artie, Mike and Tina. They were talking among themselves. "Is she looking at us?" Santana wondered, not wanting to Quinn to catch her spying, instead she looked down to Sam. His eyes fell somewhere behind her before he looked back to her. "She was, but she looked away when I noticed."

"Good." Santana mumbled.

"She's standing by the stage." His hand rubbed her thigh lightly before he pulled her toward himself, "she's looking again." He said quietly, but Santana wasn't so sure because she could've sworn she saw Quinn from the side of her eye, stepping over to Rachel. But she kissed him anyway.

"Hey, girlfriend, having fun!" Rachel asked Quinn.

"…Yeah. Awesome party." Quinn said somberly with a small fake smile.

"I am not drunk enough for this." Santana pulled away suddenly.

"It's not that bad is it?" Sam asked looking kind of offended.

"Your lips are huge." Santana told him, "and she's not even looking at us."

Sam only shrugged, "she doesn't always have to be."

Santana studied him for a minute, he kept giving her a slight attitude and the way he was still rubbing her leg made her slightly uncomfortable. "What do y-"

"Brittany!" Rachel called, eyes catching sight of Brittany sitting on the dryer, "remember the rules, no sitting on anything…Okay. Okay, everybody. Cheers!"

Santana could barely register the conversation happening near the stairs as Sam had somehow pulled her back into kissing him, but she heard something about someone leaving and Puck was ready to break into the liquor cabinet in order to make everyone stay and the party worthwhile.

"Let's party!" Rachel yelled.

"Whoo!" Puck hollered back, pumping his fist in the air, "Mazel tov!"

"I'm gonna use the little boys room." Kurt singsonged rushing past a few people to get to the bathroom as Puck hopped behind the bar to start mixing up cocktails.

"Aye!" Artie called out pulling Brittany into his lap, "I guess we could stay a bit longer."

"I just want to make one thing clear." Finn said, hollering a little to be heard over the ruckus. "Guys, please just be careful." Finn nodded along, "I think that at least one of us should be able to think clearly, and be able to make sure everyone can get home safely…" His eyes fell to Quinn and Santana couldn't hold the eyeroll sensing that he was only volunteering to impress her ex. "So please, no one try and drive home tonight. If you want to leave just tell me and I'll take you home."

"Okay, okay." Puck said waving him off, "now that that's taken care of let's party!"

"Whoo!"

"Alright!"

Brittany cranked up a stereo and got busy dancing, while Artie decided to be the first to chug an actual drink before he started wheeling around next to her encouraging her to dance even more wildly. Mike, Tina, Mercedes, and Quinn started playing Quarters and taking shots together. Finn walked around observing his friends, Kurt returned from the bathroom and started dancing around to the music, watching as well. Apparently, he had chosen to stay sober as well to help keep an eye on Blaine.

It only took about 20 minutes to get everyone tipsy enough to have no reservations and break out of their shells. The kids moved around to the music dancing, doing shots, playing games and Mercedes and Tina even broke out in a dance routine on the stage, happily laughing along and high-fiving each other when they completed it without messing up.

"Body shots!" Puck called out, holding up a few cuts of lime with some salt and shot glasses.

"Yes!" Tina exclaimed hopping off the stage and running over to her boyfriend, "take of your shirt baby, lets see those abs." She giggled, running her hands down Mike's chest.
Mike was quick to follow orders, a giant smile on his face when he saw how happy Tina was.

"You wanna do a body shot?" Sam asked over the music, he and Santana had been dancing around to the music, bouncing from one corner of the room to the other. Santana nodded along, "sure, lets get Brittany."

"Wha-"

She cut him off, grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the group, Tina finished licking the salt from Mike's abs and giggled as she took the shot and bit her lime, Mike cheering her along.

"Me! Me! Me!" Brittany waved her hand, "I wanna go!" She was currently sitting in Artie's lap, her arms around his neck. She encouraged him to show his collar bone so she could lick the salt from him before taking her own shot and Santana asked her to take her shirt off and lay down so she could take a shot off her, which Brittany happily obliged.

"That was so hot." Artie said when Brittany sat back up.

Santana caught sight of Quinn turning away from the group, downing a drink as she started over to the bar, and couldn't help the smirk on her face as she watched. Puck took it upon himself to teach Rachel how to do a proper body shot before Rachel took one off of his arm and pulled a bottle up to her lips after, "Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!"

Rachel finished the drink before belching and grabbing the microphone, "it tastes like pink!" She yelled, "it tastes like pink! Pink!"

"Drink up Satan." Sam called out, handing Santana another glass full of liquid before moving around her in a completely unattractive way. Santana cringed slightly as she watched him but took a big chug of her drink anyway. "Seriously, stop paying attention to her and just have fun." Sam tried to tell her, he reached for her hand, trying to pull her to dance with him, but she just let it fall. Her eyes traced the room again, spotting Quinn across the room dancing next to Puck and Lauren, she was on her sixth drink and Santana was only slightly upset with herself that she had paid enough attention to count them.

She caught Quinn's gaze flicker up at her and those eyes triggered her mind because she swiftly turned to Sam with tears in her eyes. It's a stupid habit that she's unfortunately never been able to get over. Whenever she drinks too much her emotions just come barreling out of her and she can't hold her tears at bay, and it only escalates if she's already sad to begin with.

"You like her more than me." She yelled at Sam as he danced in front of her. "She's blonde and awesome and so smart! Admit it. Just admit it!" When Sam shot a glance behind him, she pulled him back, "no! kiss me!"

"I can't believe what you did to my body. I used to have abs!" And there was Quinn's habit. Alcohol brought the bitchy out of Quinn tenfold, she was usually sort of peaceful and tried not to single anyone out, but drinking made her attitude ten times worse and she'd snap at anyone if given the slightest reason to.

"Back off." Puck called back.

"Why are you crying?" Sam asked when Santana pulled away. "Are you okay?"

Santana rolled her eyes, pushing him away slightly to grab her drink that she'd set down on the table behind her. "Shut up." She cried dabbing at her eyes, "I'm fine." She looked down at her cup, noting how light it was, which made her tear up even more, "it's empty."

Sam frowned, stepping forward a bit, "I don't like Quinn more than you." He said softly, his hand reaching up to push her hair out of her face.
"Everyone does." Santana sniffled, "She's literally perfect…but it doesn't matter, I don't even know why I said that." She watched the confusion settle deeper in his gaze before she pushed grabbed his hand and pulled her toward the bar, "I need more."

"If she's so perfect she wouldn't have cheated on you." Sam tried to reason with her as Santana snatched a bottle from the bar to mix herself another drink. Santana rolled her eyes barely registering his voice as he continued to list flaws that Quinn had. Her eyes fell across the room to Brittany who was dancing on top of the washer, the alcohol had taken its effect on her as well as she had stripped her shirt off and was dancing for Artie who was throwing money at her and cheering his girlfriend on.

At least she was having fun.

"…Seriously, I'm not sure this is the best plan." Sam had finished.

Santana finished her drink and took a quick sip to test it out, not quite impressed with the taste but she was drunk enough to not care. "What?"

Sam frowned, "making Quinn jealous." He told her. "I mean, clearly she's upset with what we've been doing, we can tone it down."

Santana shook her head, "what are you even saying?"

Sam stuffed his hands in his pockets, his eyes were glazed over, clearly the alcohol was kicking in for him as well. "I want to—maybe we could-"

"Let's play spin the bottle!" Rachel called standing on the stage. "Who wants to play spin the bottle?" She crouched down to Finn, "spin the bottle!" She yelled near his ear.

Santana quickly downed the rest of her drink before moving to join the rest of the group in a circle on the floor for their game. She found herself looking up at Quinn who was sitting on a chair a little bit behind the group. Their eyes met and Santana saw nothing but sadness in her ex's eyes as she watched Santana plant herself in-between Brittany and Sam. This was definite payback, Quinn would witness Santana kiss whomever the bottle landed on.

"Quinn, come on!" Puck encouraged, waving her over.

"Yes girl!" Mercedes cheered, "let's go!"

Quinn glanced down at the cup she was holding, "you know, I'm good." She said, "I'll sit this one out."

"Boo!" Tina replied, giving her a thumb down causing her and Mercedes to burst out laughing.

"I bet she just doesn't wanna kiss a chick." Artie said quietly. "To conservative and all."

Brittany disagreed, "you have no idea how wrong you are." Artie looked at her questioningly, but he was left unanswered as Brittany was seemingly unaware of what she had even said.

"Okay!" Puck cheered out placing the bottle in the middle of the circle before he spun in first. The group watched in anticipation as the bottle finally slowed down pointing toward Brittany. "Alright!" The boy cheered with a fist in the air as he moved to crawl lean toward Brittany to get a kiss.

Brittany giggled as they pulled apart, before she moved to spin the bottle too. It landed on Finn who not so subtly checked if Quinn was actually watching the game before he kissed her. He spun next and it landed on Mercedes who spun and landed on Mike. Tina was a little apprehensive to the idea but realized it was just a game and all in good fun.

After the kiss with Mercedes, Mike spun the bottle and watched it land on Puck. "No!" Puck said. Mike frowned looking from the Puck to the bottle and back to Puck again, however he shrugged, "I'm cool with it." He said. Tina and Mercedes erupted in giggles again. "I think he should be able to spin again." Puck tried.

"You wouldn't say that if a girl had spun it and it had landed on one of the girls." Finn pointed out.

Puck scoffed, "that's different."

"Dude, it's not." Sam said. "It's just a game, bro."

Puck glared at him before he looked to Mike, "just hurry up and kiss me."

Mike laughed, "wow, not even an attempt to woo me?"

"Shut up." Puck snapped back before he and Mike shared a quick peck. After Mike had sat back next to his girlfriend Puck's mood shifted when he realized he got to go again. "Come on, give me a chick." And it was just Santana's luck to watch the bottle land on her. She smirked at the boy and crawled over the bottle to give him a quick kiss, Puck being Puck though pulled her back to gain a little more, not even being subtle about trying to slip in a little tongue or caring that his girlfriend was watching with a dropped jaw.

"Yo!" Sam called out, smacking the boy in the shoulder.

Puck wiggled his eyebrows at Santana, "man if we weren't both dating someone right now-"

"You wouldn't get anywhere because you weren't that impressive." Quinn quipped back aggressively causing a few of the kids to glance at her.

"Ouch!" Puck called back amused, his eyebrows shooting up at he glanced to Santana.

Santana couldn't stop herself from hesitating with her own spin. At least her plan was working right? Quinn had been super jealous and upset about her making out with Sam all night and was definitely watching the game being played in front of her. She spun the bottle with a flick of her wrist and watched Quinn from the middle of the circle. The blonde seemed a little upset with her own sudden outburst and was looking down at the cup in her hand, a permanent frown on her face.

"Whoo! Pucker up Sanny!" Brittany's voice chimed from beside her.

"Yes!" Puck let out excitedly.

"What?" Santana glanced down at the bottle before looking to Brittany whom the bottle had landed on, Brittany held no room for hesitation as she leaned up on her knees to level up with Santana, she grabbed her friends face and kissed her enthusiastically.

"Don't be shy ladies." Puck said, "go a little crazy."

"Whoo!" Artie called out, Santana was pretty sure she felt a little money being thrown toward them.

Brittany kissed her a little longer than she probably should have but the blonde paid no attention to that fact as she pulled back slowly and looked Santana in the eyes, "Quinn definitely looks like she wants to kill me." She said so quietly only Santana could hear. "You like that?"

Santana frowned at that, watching Brittany pull away and move to spin the bottle for herself. Santana took that time to excuse herself to get another drink. No one really paid attention to her as she left the group to go to the bar though. The only eyes even lurking on her were hazel, and they were definitely filled with subtle tears.

"Oh!" The group cheered as Brittany's spin of the bottle landed on Sam. The two blondes shared a laugh.

"Whoo!"

"You know what?" Santana voiced from the bar new drink in her hands, "a reminder I owns that guppy mouth. Those trouty Aerosmith lips belong to me, so." She leaned against the chair, sipping through her straw as the group cheered again.

"Yeah!"

"Yeah! Whoo!" Everyone cheered while Sam leaned in and shared a kiss with Brittany, which he quickly deepened. Santana's arm fell to her side and Quinn frowned while Santana rejoined the group, "hey, you know what this is not—hey honeys!" She said pulling the blondes apart. "It's not a Big Red commercial. No me gusta!"

"Whoo!" Rachel cried, "party!" She laughed, breaking the order of the game, "it's my turn! It's my turn!" She leaned forward and spun the bottle and the group cheered as the bottle pointed at Blaine.

"Oh!" Kurt cried as Blaine laughed. "This is outstanding!"

Rachel smiled, "Blaine Warbler, I'm gonna rock your world."

"Yeah!" The group cheered, while Rachel leaned into him, "deep! Deep!"

"More! More! More! More!" Tina cheered.

"Okay!" Kurt laughed awkwardly after Blaine cupped Rachel's face and they kissed deeper, "I think we've had enough of that!"

"Yeah."

Rachel and Blaine pulled away, "your face…tastes awesome." Rachel told him.

"That was crazy!" Artie whooped.

"I think I just found a new duet partner!" Rachel cried out, Blaine cheered before the two found themselves on stage.

'Don't, don't you want me?
You know I can't believe it
When I hear that you won't see me

Don't, don't you want me?
You know I don't believe it
When you say that you don't need me

It's much too late to find
You think you've changed your mind
You better change it back or we will both be sorry

Don't you want me, baby?

The group had dispersed around the room once again, jamming out to Blaine and Rachel's duet, each in their own excited bubbles. Santana once again sitting on Sam's lap as he sat in a chair. They had kissed a few more times, Santana still thinking Quinn hadn't been tortured quite enough for the night and every time she caught the blonde give their direction the slightest look she would kiss Sam again.

"I want you." Santana said, watching them sing, "I do."

Don't you want me, ohh?
Don't you want me, baby
Don't you want me, ohh?'

"Come here." Sam directed, his hands clasping onto Santana's waist and pulling her onto his lap again, before he turned her head to his and crashed their lips together.

"No, wait!" Santana pushed him away, "stop." Sam pouted and Santana looked at him disgusted, "ew, stop. She's not in here anymore."

"What?"

Santana rolled her eyes, "Quinn, you dumbass." She turned her head from side to side looking for the blonde, "where'd she go?" She looked around again, her eyes finding everyone else except for Quinn.

"Who cares?" Sam asked, his hand pushing some hair from her face and behind her ear.

"Um, I do." She told him.

"Come on, let's make out."

Santana chuckled, "you're drunk."

"So are you." He shrugged, "what's the harm?"

"And yet, I'm still not into you." Santana told him, sliding off of his lap and taking a stand. Swayed around on her feet for a moment, raising her arms out to balance herself, "whoa." She said before she moved away from the couch, passing Rachel and Blaine who had started dancing very closely to each other. "Yo, Puckerman!" She called, approaching the boy who was sitting in Lauren's lap still wearing her glasses.

"Yo!" He replied happily, "it's my sexy L-"

"Hey!" Lauren called out, punching his arm, causing him to lose balance and slide off of her lap.

"Ow!" Puck yelled humorously, rubbing his hip as he sat up, "What'cha want?" He asked smirking at Santana.

"Did you see where Quinn went?"

"Upstairs I think." Puck told her, his finger pointing toward the ceiling.

Santana nodded a thanks and handed Lauren her cup before she stumbled toward the stairs and dizzily made her way up them. After exiting the basement she leaned back against the door with a heavy sigh, squeezing her eyes tightly. "Quinn." She mumbled weakly, "are you up here?"

She wasn't surprised when she didn't get an answer. Rachel's house wasn't exactly small so Quinn could've wandered off in any direction. Santana pushed herself off of the door and slowly made her way through the hallway, using the wall for support. "Fabray, when I find you, I'm gonna kill you. Just so you know." She stopped at the end of the hall as she reached the corner of the wall as it lead to another hallway.

"Why?"

Santana startled at the voice and her eyes floated around the area before her eyes fell on Quinn who was sprawled out in the middle of the living room floor. "Why are you on the floor?"

"The room was spinning." Quinn told her, "so I laid down. It's still spinning, but it's less violent from down here."

"You know the party's downstairs right?...like downstairs only."

Quinn ignored her, "Come join me?" She asked, patting the empty spot beside her.

Santana squeezed her eyes shut again before pushing away from the wall and closing the distance between them, collapsing next to Quinn in seconds. "Hi." She said.

Quinn rolled her head against the floor, meeting Santana's eyes, "hi."

They stared at each other for a few minutes before Santana said, "so…what'cha doing up here?"

"I needed a break from you and Sam." Quinn admitted, she looked heartbroken.

Santana would be lying if she said that look in Quinn's eyes didn't break her heart just a little bit. "Quinn-"

"Are you using him?"

"No, I'm-"

"Be honest with me." Quinn interrupted. "Are you using him?"

Santana sighed, "yes…I guess I am."

"Why?"

"Quinn, I-"

"Is it to get back at me? Are you doing this to hurt me?"

Santana frowned, "I don't know. Maybe."

Quinn nodded, "yeah…"

"Quinn, I'm…confused."

Quinn's brow etched curiously, "about what?"

Santana pushed herself up to a sitting position. "About myself."

Quinn slowly rolled over to sit up too, "say it."

Santana shook her head, "what do you mean?"

"You know what I mean." Quinn told her. "Just say it."

Santana squeezed her eyes together again, trying to get Quinn's face in focus, trying to read the look in her eyes. "What if I'm wrong?"

"You're not." Quinn told her. "This is killing you inside, San, and I can see it…I don't like it." She finished softly. "Please, be honest with yourself."

Santana frowned, "I think…" She paused. "I think I'm gay." She felt her heart jump a little before its pace sped up a little.

"You think?" Quinn asked.

Santana swallowed the tears she felt building in her eyes, "my parents are gonna hate me." She said.

"No," Quinn said softly, "no they're not—no, Santana don't cry, please?" Quinn pushed herself forward, trying her best to pull Santana into a hug but with the way the room was spinning for herself, there was no doubt it was spinning just as badly for Quinn and she ended up wrapping one arm awkwardly around Santana's head while the other draped over her legs.

"They are they're gonna hate me!" Santana continued crying, "I'm gay, I'm gay and I like girls and that's not gonna fly with them, no way! I'm going to hell. Why would you do this to me?"

Quinn pulled away looking shocked, "me!"

"Yeah, you and your stupid face!" Santana shot back, moving her hands up to wipe away her tears.

"Oh!" Quinn scoffed, pushing Santana away, "okay, you can suffer by yourself okay. You get no comfort from me anymore!"

"Come back." Santana mumbled weakly, stretching out her arm, "I love your stupid face."

"No!"

"Please?" Santana whined.

Quinn rolled her eyes, but she placed her hands on the floor beside her and pushed her body toward Santana again, this time swinging herself to sit beside her. "Okay, but you gotta stop crying."

"You should kiss me."

"Santana-"

"Or I'll kiss you." Santana interrupted, turning her body toward Quinn, "let's just be—us again—for tonight."

"I don't…think your boyfriend would like that very much."

"Shut up." Santana demanded breathlessly before she surged forward and connected their lips. The sudden impact caused Quinn to fall back against the floor, and she broke them apart, "damn it Santana!" She growled.

"I miss you." Santana told her softly, as she hovered above her.

Quinn reached up to brush some of the fallen hair behind Santana's ear, "I miss you too."

They watched each other intently for a moment before Quinn pulled her back into another searing kiss, they clashed teeth and tongues before Santana felt a sharp pain and she pulled away, "did you just bite my lip."

"I did." Quinn confirmed, wasting no time and pulling Santana back into her, grasping her hip and shifting their position so her thigh now rested between Santana's legs.

Santana adjusted above her, moving to rest one hand beside Quinn's head to hold herself up, while the other moved to grab Quinn's hand and she slowly grinded herself against Quinn's leg. "Mm-wait," Quinn hummed, and rolled her head to the side, breaking the kiss so she could catch her breath, Santana, however just moved her focus to Quinn's now exposed neck.

"Santana, wait." Quinn said, lightly pushing her shoulder, with one hand, while squeezing Santana's own in her other.

"Don't wanna." Santana mumbled against her neck, before she continued sucking on Quinn's pulse point.

"Santana." Quinn tried weakly, her breath shaky, "please."

The tone of Quinn's voice pulled Santana away from her task at hand and she raised her head to meet Quinn's gaze, "what? Are you okay?"

"This isn't a good idea." Quinn told her.

Santana frowned, "I know." And she did. She knew she'd probably regret this in the morning, but that wasn't what was important right now. "So?"

"So." Quinn scoffed, trying to pull herself out from under Santana's weight, but Santana made no attempt to let her go. "Santana."

Santana smirked, "are you really gonna tell me you don't want to do this?"

Quinn frowned, "there's a whole group of people downstairs."

"So? They're way too drunk to notice we're gone. No one's coming up here, Q."

"But we're broken up." Quinn tried weakly, but her hand was still clasped in Santana's and she made no move to continue with her escape.

"We don't have to be tonight...if that makes it easier."

"I love you." Quinn told her quietly.

Santana didn't say anything back though, instead she ducked her head down and connected their lips again, shaking her hand out of Quinn's grasp so she could cup her face to deepen the kiss. She couldn't tell Quinn she loved her back, she wanted too, the words were right there on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't get herself to say them. It would be too hard.

It would make the inevitable parting too difficult for her, she wouldn't be able to do it. But Quinn had to know she still loved her. She had too feel it.

Santana could feel herself tearing up again, and fought against them the best she could but of course it was no use, the tears pushed themselves from her eyes and they rolled from her cheeks and onto Quinn's.

"Santana?" Quinn tried pulling away again.

But Santana shook her head, gripping her tighter, she didn't want this to stop, it'd been weeks since she'd kissed Quinn, it'd been weeks since she'd touched her and she missed her. God, she missed her, and she wasn't gonna stop it now, not just because she was getting a little too emotional. She didn't want to stop, she never wanted to stop. So she deepened her kiss with Quinn and willed herself to stop being so ridiculous and weepy.

---

It was a few hours later when the partygoers were leaving the Berry residence, "you know just because I'm hitching a ride from you…that doesn't make us okay." Santana stated as she followed Finn outside alongside Sam and Quinn.

"I'm not sure what I know what I did wrong." Finn replied, spinning his keys in his hand.

"You know what you did." Santana drunkenly mumbled.

Sam quirked an eyebrow at her, tapping her arm swiftly. "What are you doing?" He wondered.

"I'm not sure I know what you mean." Santana told him.

"Telling Finn, you don't like him."

"Well, I don't."

"But he has no idea why."

Santana frowned, "it's because he-" She was cut off by Sam putting his hand over her mouth, "I know why." He hissed, "but how do you expect him too? He never even knew about you guys." He grinned at Finn who had shot the two of them a curious look, an eyebrow arched in question. "Hey buddy, you know we appreciate the ride and all, but maybe walking home could be good for us…fresh air and all."

"No!" Santana snapped, "I can't walk home." Her eyes starting to tear up again, "why would you even suggest I do something like that? Have you seen the condition I'm in?"

"Jesus, Sam, you made her cry!" Quinn quipped.

"I-I'm sorry." Sam mumbled his eyes darting between the two girls.

"Calm down." Finn said, placing his hand on Quinn's arm, "I'm not gonna let them walk." He said as they approached the vehicle, "I'm just glad Kurt suggested we take his car." He mumbled to himself opening the back door.

"Ooh, I'm sitting back there." Quinn stated.

"Oh—I-I figured you'd sit up front with me." Finn smirked.

"Nah, I'll take the back with Santana."

Finn looked a little baffled but chose not to question her choice hoping to keep the anger away from her. He waited for Quinn, Sam and Santana to hop in the back before he closed the door to get in the driver seat. Finn started the engine waiting for everyone to get situated before slowly backing out of the Berry's driveway.

Santana leaned her head against the window, closing her eyes. A few seconds later she felt a weight on her shoulder and turned her neck slightly her eyes opening to see Quinn's head. "Quinn." She whispered.

"The night's not over yet." Quinn told her quietly. "We can go back to normal tomorrow."

Santana didn't have the energy to argue with her she caught Sam glancing at her with a disappointed face, but she ignored him, choosing to close her eyes again and turn back to the window not thinking twice about the hand that slipped into her own. "Do you wanna stay the night?" She whispered softly just as Finn was pulling up to her house.

Quinn's eyes searched hers for any sign of discouragement but found none so she agreed with a small nod. "Thanks for the ride Finn." Quinn told him as she waited for Santana to slide out of the car. "Wait, you're getting out too?" Finn asked.

"I'm gonna stay here." Quinn confirmed.

"I thought-"

"Bye!" Santana said quickly, shutting the door in the middle of his sentence, still ignoring Sam's questioning glance, "come on." She hooked her arm with Quinn's, the pair walking toward the entry of the Lopez household she fished her housekeys out and unlocked the door, "I guess my dad's still at the hospital and I think I heard my mom say she'd be a my Abuela's tonight." She commented, noting neither of her parents cars were there.
"Oh." Quinn said dumbly.

She's not completely sure how everything seemed to move so fast, one second they were in the kitchen drinking water, sobering up, and the next they were making out on Santana's bed. "You think maybe we should stop?" Quinn said, her chest heaving as she was slightly out of breath. Santana knew that logically they should stop. She already felt a bit guilty about having sex during the party, but a giant more controlling part of her brain really wanted to be with Quinn again.

Santana reached up to run her hand through Quinn's hair, pushing it behind her ear, "we probably should."

Quinn nodded along, "yeah."

"Yeah…but the night's not over." She said softly, moving her hand to grasp Quinn's, "so…"
Quinn watched their hands, stared at them clasped together and Santana waited for her to make the next move, and with barely any hesitation whatsoever Quinn leaned forward to crash their lips together again.

---

Waking up with Quinn next to her was definitely weird. They had done it plenty of times in the span of their relationship obviously, but they were together, so it was normal. This time they were hungover and Santana was honestly kind of spacy.

"Hi." Quinn whispered so quietly Santana wasn't even sure she'd said anything.

"Hi."

They chose not to talk about it, which Santana was comfortable with, but completely surprised. Quinn stretched just as she did every morning and rolled out of bed with a lack of energy. "Do you wanna get coffee?" She asked, shuffling around the room to gather her clothes together. She was wrapped in one of Santana's sheets.

Santana peered at her from her space under the covers, "um…I have coffee here."

"That could work too." Quinn smiled, "if you don't mind me hanging out for a minute."

"Not at all." Santana told her, but maybe she did?

Quinn finished gathering her clothes before she motioned over her shoulder, "I'm gonna use the bathroom."

"Hey, uh-" Santana stopped her as she moved toward the door, "you can borrow something to wear if you want…you know so you don't have to go home in the same thing you wore last night."

The blonde nodded back, "okay, thanks."

Santana sent her a soft smile watching Quinn walk toward her closet to find some clean clothes. She couldn't help the heavy sigh that left her lips as she dropped her head back to the pillow below her. "You okay?" Quinn called over her shoulder.

"I'm fine." Santana said.

She wasn't.

Not really.

This was definitely awkward.

With Quinn distracted trying to find some clothes Santana shuffled out of bed and quickly threw on a pair of her old Cheerio sweats and a McKinley shirt, "I'll see you downstairs I'm gonna start the coffee." She told her, barely registering Quinn's "okay." Santana rounded the corner slightly bouncing off the last step and stepped around the kitchen island and over to the coffee machine. There was a post-it stuck to it telling her that her dad had another early morning and her mother was still at her Abuela's.

She tossed the note into the trash and started setting up the machine to get her coffee, grabbing two cups from the counter and pulling out some sugar for Quinn. She couldn't believe she'd let last night happen. She wished she could stop thinking about Quinn's eyes staring at her last night while they were lying in bed. The blonde had looked so happy, so satisfied and it crushed Santana to know that it had happened.

She loved Quinn more than anything, but they should've never slept together. It was her fault the first time because the alcohol had seemingly fuzzed her brain, so she couldn't even think coherently, and she missed the blonde like crazy, but it shouldn't have happened in her bedroom too. She should have let Finn take Quinn home, but a part of her thought he'd try and take her to his house and that made her uneasy.

She had finished pouring the two cups of coffee right as Quinn entered the kitchen, she had her clothes from the night before folded in her hands and she set them on the counter as she took a seat at the island. "I brought you some Aleve." She said setting two small tablets on the countertop.

"Thanks." Santana muttered, sliding the coffee over to her and exchanging it for the pills.

"Thanks for the clothes." Quinn said after a moment, watching Santana tip her head back and take the medicine. "And the coffee."

Santana's eyes fell back to Quinn, studying her for a moment. She had grabbed a hoodie that had the word 'Harvard' written in the middle and a pair of McKinley sweatpants. "It's your hoodie anyway." Santana stated plainly, because it was. Quinn's sister had went to Harvard and Quinn had bought a hoodie when she visited her sister a couple years ago.

"Yeah, I guess I left it here." Quinn said awkwardly, her hands grasping the cup.

"I was gonna give it back." Santana said sheepishly.

It was a lie. She wasn't.

That hoodie was one of the few things that Quinn ever actually left at her house. Santana found herself leaving stuff at Quinn's on multiple occasions, but Quinn had always been so put together and meticulous about personal belongings that she never tended to leave anything behind. With how put together her family always came off being it wasn't surprising how tense Quinn could be, even in a relationship as comfortable as it had been with Santana. When they first broke up Santana found herself sleeping in that hoodie for an entire week before she finally exchanged it out for something new, it smelled with Lavender and coffee, just like Quinn.

Quinn smiled softly as she sipped at her coffee, "I guess now you don't have too."

"Right."

They danced around the subject, talking about nothing to do with the party and instead kind of just sat together awkwardly before Quinn finally finished her coffee and set the cup back on the counter, she slid off the stool and took rounded the island to meet Santana, "I have to get ready for church." She said softly before leaning forward to kiss Santana's cheek, she moved slowly, giving Santana room to back away, but the girl couldn't bring herself to do it even though she knew she should. "I'll see you at school tomorrow." Quinn said with a small smile as she pulled away.

---

"Santana!" Her mother called though the door. "Santana, mija what's going on in there?" She questioned before rattling the door handle trying to get inside.

Her mother was concerned, she knew that, and she understood. It was the middle of the night and Santana probably sounded like she was dying. The party was Saturday, but she had been sick on and off for the rest of the weekend. She thought she had beaten the worst of her hangover yesterday but here she was at three o'clock Monday morning in her bathroom hacking her lungs out. She had woken up feeling sick and rushed to the bathroom and had been there since, but nothing was coming out.

"Santana!" Her mother called again.

"I'm fine." She called back, "I'm good, really."

"Are you sure?" Her mother asked, "what's that sound?"

Santana forced herself off the floor and stepped over to the door unlocking it and eyeing her mother with a smirk, "I was practicing birdcalls."

"What?"

"Birdcalls." Santana said again, "it's for a class at school…um conservation, we've been bird watching and that was my impression of the Eastern…Flickpecker?" She knew how unsure of herself she sounded but hoped her mother would let it slide.

"I didn't know you were in that class." Her mother said, she looked a little skeptical but seemed to accept Santana's excuse.

"Just started this semester I chose to drop home ec, I thought conservation would be a little easier."

"Okay…I didn't even realize you were in home ec."

"Well, I was. Didn't like it."

"Okay." Her mother said again, "well it's kind of late to be practicing birdcalls so you want to give it a rest for now?"

"Sure thing." Santana nodded. "I just was having trouble sleeping so I thought I'd practice a bit…sorry it's so late."

"Goodnight Santana." Her mother told her before she moved to exit her daughters room.

"Goodnight." Santana said following her mother and shutting the door before she rushed over to her bed and collapsed on top of it. She wasn't sure if her mother really believed her excuse or not but figured she wouldn't put any more thought to it, her mom didn't argue with her, so she figured she was okay.

She was able to sleep for another few hours before her alarm woke her up for school. She felt sick and her head was pounding but she powered through and went on about her school day normally. "I have the most obnoxious hangover I've ever had in my life." She said pushing the door to the bathroom open after third period. "Like I've never felt like this before."

"I know." Brittany said, joining her by the sink. "It's like a monstrous hangover that's lasted two days, I didn't even think that was possible."

"We did drink more than we normally do at parties." Santana mused.

"Yeah, who knew us Glee kids knew how to party the hardest." Brittany laughed. "But then again Artie and I did drink a little more when we got to my house."

Santana turned the faucet on and got some water to dab on her face. "That's where you ended up going?"

"He asked me before you did." Brittany told her.

Santana nodded along, "we should've just skipped today."

"Was that an option?" Brittany wondered. "I don't remember you offering." She studied Santana a little closer before saying, "did you end up drinking more when you got home? I know your dad's got some awesome liquor stashed in your den."

"Not exactly." Santana shook her hands out, shutting the water off before moving to grab a paper towel, she tossed it in the trash before leaning against one of the sinks, "Brittany…Quinn and I slept together at the party."

"What!?"

"I know." Santana said guiltily, "it shouldn't have happened, but I wasn't even thinking…I honestly just missed her and Sam was acting weird…it just happened."

"What happened?"

"If you're asking if we spoke about it after, we didn't."

Brittany's phone interrupted her just as the door opened and a group of Cheerios came into the room giggling over something. "That's Artie," Brittany said reading the message, "he said he has some kind of surprise. I gotta go."

"Okay."

"We'll talk later." Brittany told her grabbing her back and heading toward the door.

"I can't believe Coach Sylvester cancelled practice. I know she's been kind of weird lately, but this is just bizarre." One the cheerleaders were saying as she dug a can of hairspray from her bag. "It's awesome though!"

"Right, it's a blessing in disguise she's decided to coach at Westervale."

"Wait!" Santana said raising her hand in alarm right as the girl started spraying her hairspray.

The three girls gave Santana dirty looks before going about their business, and Santana who had managed to keep herself from puking all day felt her blood drain from her face as she caught the smell of the spray, she pushed herself away from the sick quickly dashing into a stall and spilling her guts out violently.

"Ew!" One of the girls cried.

"Are you okay?" Another one said.

Santana heaved a few more times, before groaning, "oh my god! I'm dying."

---

"I need to close my locker and it's gonna sound like a gunshot." Tina mumbled hours later at school.

"I have had the worst hangover since Saturday, and it's Monday." Mercedes told her as she joined them.

"I've been dry-heaving all weekend." Santana told them. "when my mother asked what the sound was, I said that I was practicing birdcalls."

"You guys," Mike said, coming up behind them, "I can't stop barfing"

"Please, don't say 'barf'."

Santana maneuvered around a few students, "I caught a whiff of hair spray and went full Linda Blair in the girls' bathroom."

"I told my mom I had the flu and she made me a traditional tea made out of panda hair." Mike shared. Santana grimaced and patted her throat with her hand.

"Can we talk about anything else?" Tina asked. Before they rounded the corner joining Artie, Brittany, Sam and Quinn.

"How about some Bloody Marys, yall?" The boy in the wheelchair asked.

"Are you kidding me?" Mercedes asked, "the last thing I wanna do is drink."

"It'll help your hangover." Artie told her as Brittany grabbed the cups from his hand and handed one to Puck before giving one to Quinn who handed it to Santana, "that's what Bloody Marys are for…Hair of the dog that done bit yo' ass."

'And to my independent mamas
Who can buy their own bottles
If you looking like a model
When them broke fellas holla
Tell them bye (bye)
Hold your drinks up high (high)

Blame it on the goose
Got you feeling loose
Blame it on Patron
Got you in the zone
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol

Blame it on the vodka
Blame it on the henny
Blame it on the blue top
Got you feeling dizzy
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol'

"Whoo!"

"Well, done, you guys!" Will clapped, "I-I mean, you always bring it with the singing and the dancing. But what I was really impressed with today was your acting. I truly thought that some of you guys were drunk."

"We take our craft serious." Artie explained.

"Problem is—that-that song is great but it-it kind of glorifies drinking, don't you think?" He asked. "I mean, we're supposed to sing about the dangers of alcohol for this assembly."

"Well, good luck finding a song that does that." Mercedes said with a giggle.

"Mr. Schue?" Rachel started, stepping down from her spot near one of the couches, "first of all, that vest is very cute. You are all kinds of awesome." She reached out and grabbed Mike's hand as she continued, "but second, maybe there's really no songs about the dangers of drinking because there's really none, as long as you have a proper designated driver." She glanced up at Mike, "have I ever told you how great you are?"

"Well, Rachel," Will started as Tina tore Mike away from her, "yeah, driving drunk is dangerous. And have you guys ever heard of alcohol poisoning? Yeah, it kills about 400 people every year."

Santana couldn't hold it in anymore, she broke upon that news.

"Santana, are you—are you crying?"

"I'm okay." She told him, shaking her head, "I'm okay." Brittany stepped over to hug her.

"You're such a hypocrite." Quinn said, "you drink. Most adults do."

"I may have a beer every now and then, but I don't—I don't get drunk."

"We're just saying this is a waste of time." Puck told him, "we're totally aware of alcohol. We see adults drinking it and having fun. Every commercial during NASCAR is for beer."

"O-Okay. Enough, guys." Will told them. "Look, tomorrow come with your thinking caps on because we're gonna spend the entire day brainstorming ideas for songs to sing at this assembly."

"We literally can't win with him." Santana mumbled sadly, turning to hug Brittany.

"Aw, it's okay." Brittany said soothingly, rubbing her back.

"It's not." Santana sniffled, "that song was awesome."

"Santana it's okay." Mercedes said happily, Tina joining her with a little giggle.

"Yeah, don't be so hard on yourself, you sounded lovely."

"I did!" Santana said quickly, her emotions getting the best of her, "he seriously just shut our song choice down."

"Shh." Brittany said, pulling her back into her arms, "come here."

Finn frowned, looking toward the group questioningly, "you guys okay?"

"What does it look like!" Quinn snapped.

"Whoa!" He raised his hands in defeat, "calm down."

"Don't tell me what to do." Quinn barked back.

Finn took a step back, "I-I'm sorry."

"I think Mr. Schuester said something about the choir room." Rachel interrupted, stepping between Finn and Quinn, her eyes lingering on Finn for a little bit longer, "you are so tall."

"What about the choir room?" Lauren wondered.

"I think we're supposed to meet him there." Mercedes laughed.

Tina giggled back, "you're so right."

"When did something funny happen?" Quinn asked.

"I really don't know." Tina replied cheerily.

The group of kids started to disperse, Mercedes and Tina giggling to themselves while Mike followed silently behind. Puck and Finn helped Artie down from the stage before the three of them exited the rest piling behind.

"When did we even get here?" Brittany wondered quietly. Santana pulled away from her comforting embrace sniffling slightly, "what?"

"We're in the auditorium." Brittany stated with a confused frown.

"We performed a song." Santana explained, dabbing at her eyes.

"We did?"

"Yeah, just now." Santana told her. Brittany looked incredibly confused with this news. Her brows creasing even more with every passing moment. "Did we really just perform a song in here?" She asked seriously. Her face reminding Santana of a cute curious little puppy, causing the smaller girl to tear up a little more even as she cracked a small smirk. "Did you really forget?" She sniffled.

"I just don't understand how we got here." Brittany said, "all I remember are the Bloody Marys."

"We walked." Quinn interrupted bitterly, "sorry, to interrupt your riveting conversation but Mr. Schuester wants us to relocate to the choir room." Santana could just be making it up in her drunken state but she swore she saw the girl had been shooting daggers at Brittany as she spoke, approaching the girls slowly.
If looks could kill.

"Jesus, you can be so-"

"Don't finish that sentence!" Santana warned.

Quinn stopped abruptly, "you're right…I'm sorry." She glanced back to Brittany. "Wanna quit with the Bloody Marys yet?"

"Are you saying Artie has more?" Brittany asked, the three of them were finally moving toward the doors of the auditorium on their way to the choir room. "I don't think we need anymore." Santana told her honestly.

"Wait!" Brittany stopped them with hands on each of their shoulders. "When did we change?"

Quinn glanced to Santana, "what is she talking about?"

Santana shrugged looking to Brittany who motioned to her clothes. "I don't remember stripping and that's like my favorite part of drinking." She finished with a wink to Santana, who was again very aware of the daggers in Quinn's eyes.

"Wait—I don't remember changing either."

Hazel eyes traced the faces of her two friends before she said, "what if we never actually changed at all and we're just so drunk we're picturing the outfits we would've worn in our performance."

"Quinn that's stupid, we're drunk, not stoned."

"I'm just saying that stage wasn't really spinning when we were on the couches." She threw her thumb over her shoulder, pointing toward the stage. "Glee club does not have that kind of budget."

"Oh my god." Santana shook her head thinking hardly about it, "there's no way alcohol would have that kind of an effect on us at the same time."

"Why not? You and Brittany had the same visions at the dentist."

"Yo, she's right." Brittany nodded, "you're so smart" she said to the shorter blonde. "Like the smartest."

Santana watched them for a moment before she looked back to the clothes she was wearing still seeing the outfit from the performance. "You're crazy we definitely changed." She said before turning back to the door. "Where were we going?"

"I can't remember." Quinn told her with a scratch of her head.

"Duh, to get food." Brittany said, "churros!"

"Aren't we in the middle of school?" Quinn asked.

"To be honest, I don't really care." Santana told her, "let's ditch and go get food."

"Churros!" Britany encouraged.

"You guys go ahead." Quinn told them, "I'm just gonna figure out what class I'm supposed to be in right now."

"Lame." Santana said, though honestly, she was kind of relieved Quinn wasn't gonna ditch with them. Ever since the party the tension between the two of them had just escalated and every time she drank she couldn't help but want to let go of whatever she was feeling and just be with her. While sober on the other hand all Quinn wanted to do was talk about what had happened at Rachel's house and even after and Santana wasn't quite ready to face it. "Come on, Britts. Let's go."

"Churros!" Brittany exclaimed with her arms in the air in delight as they started toward the exit that led to the student parking lot. Brittany danced around the parking lot, bouncing around before deciding to to a cartwheel, "Quinn's gonna miss out on some awesome food!" She said happily, landing back on her feet, just as they reached Santana's car.
"Britt we can't drive." Santana told her, continuing to walk past the car. "We're both hammered."

Realization dawned on the blonde before she shrugged it off and started to follow her friend, "why do you think Quinn bailed?"

Santana was quiet for a moment as they continued out of the parking lot and down the sidewalk toward the Lima Bean. "It probably has something to do with what happened at the party." Brittany was still dancing around cheerily, circling Santana as they walked. "We haven't exactly spoken about it."

"Why? You were both drunk, I don't think it should be as big of a deal as you're making it."

"We had sex at Rachel's party." Santana told her blatantly, stopping on the curb.

"I know." Brittany told her, stopping as well, "but you were drunk. And drunken hook-ups happen all the time." She gazed into Santana's eyes, "I mean we literally slept together because we were drunk."

And Santana knew that, remembered it wholly but that wasn't the same thing. She and Brittany had slept together because it was convenient for Brittany: Santana had been there, and she wanted release whereas Santana chose to sleep with her friend because she was trying to get over Quinn. It obviously didn't help because Brittany had told her she could pretend she was Quinn and Santana had definitely said Quinn's name upon reaching release.

"I wasn't completely honest with you in the bathroom this morning." Santana said softly as they continued down across the street toward the coffee shop.

"Oh?"

"We didn't just hook up at the party." Santana confessed, "we had sex at my house too."

Brittany looked a little dumbfounded while they rounded a corner, "and how drunk were you when that happened?"

"We were sober enough to stop." Santana told her.

"Santana-"

"It was stupid, I know." Santana told her, "I don't even know how I let it happen. We hooked up at the party and I invited her to stay over with me…I mean I asked you too before we left!"

"I remember."

The Shorter girl found herself sighing, "we sobered up a bit, but not enough to have any real effect on our actions and we ended up making out on my bed…I guess we ended up passing out before it escalated or something because I just remember waking up to Quinn shuffling around my room to find clothes to change into—and I mean I guess I thought it was a good idea because I got up to join her and one thing led to another and instead of changing we ended up back on the bed naked."

Brittany looked a little disappointed, but she didn't say anything degrading. "There are obviously still feelings between you too." She said softly, "this small fallback is nothing to beat yourself up about." Her mood shifted back to excitement when the Lima Bean in finally came into sight.

"That's the thing." Santana started, "I think what happened that night made Quinn think that maybe we could get back together." Brittany's blue eyes shifted back to her as they approached the building. "I can't be with her." Santana said. "And I don't know how to tell her that we shouldn't have…"

"You regret sleeping with her?" Brittany wondered, stepping out of the way as a few patrons entered the shop.

Santana shook her head, tears were stinging her eyes again and she felt ridiculous, "I could never regret that."

"But you wish you hadn't because she has expectations."

Santana nodded, wiping away a tear that had fallen. "We haven't even talked about it because I'm not sure how to."

Brittany rubbed her arm sympathetically before pulling the door open and leading Santana toward the counter, "churros and coffee will make you feel better."

"Get me a sandwich too." Santana said fishing out her money and handing it to the blonde, "espresso." She directed, before she moved to find a chair, her phone chiming just as she sat down. Her eyes fell to the screen reading the message.

Don't know where you wound up girl, but we've decided we're singing 'Tik Tok' at the assembly and Brittany's gonna lead it cause she's clearly the best dancer lol
-Mercedes

Santana frowned, staring at the screen confused.

Were we supposed to discuss this?
-San

We were supposed to meet in the choir room lol where are you?
-Mercedes

Getting churros.
-San

I get that.
-Mercedes

I want some tots.
-Mercedes.

'Wanna tell you a story,
About the house rent blues
I come home one Friday,
Had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job
She said that don't comfort me
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent
And out the door I went

One bourbon, one scotch, on beer
Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when
I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin
Gonna get high man I'm gonna get loose
Need me a triple shot of that juice
Gonna get drunk don't you have no fear
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer'

"Guys, I'm really nervous." Brittany shared pulling back from the curtain, "Ke$ha's been a cultural icon for weeks, and I really want to do her music justice."

"We haven't had enough rehearsal." Sam said.

"Or any at all."

Finn shrugged, "and most of our assembly performances usually end in some kind of riot."

"Never fear teammates." Rachel joined them carrying a jug of something and some cups. "Now it's a Broadway tradition for nervous performers to take a shot of whiskey before going on to calm their nerves and to mask the stench of bad dental hygiene. In this tradition I have mixed us a playful cocktail of what was left over in my dads' liquor cabinet." She explained as Artie poured the drinks and distributed them. "There's some brandy and vermouth and port wine and scotch in here." As Brittany took a drink Rachel looked at her own, "also a little bit of Kool-Aid and some crumbled-up Oreos."

"Oh, my God, this tastes like cough syrup." Santana grimaced.

"There's also some cough syrup."

"Cheers." They said, clamping their cups together.

"To Ke$ha." Rachel said before taking a drink.

"Cheers."

"To Ke$ha."

"Let's do this!"
"Yeah!"

Santana jumped around in her spot for a second, kind of trying to shake the nerves out. "Don't stop, make it pop, dj blow my speakers up." She sang to herself.

"You okay?" Puck wondered, on his way over to his position for the song.

"Yeah." She said, "I don't know why I feel more nervous today than every other time we've performed." Puck shrugged.

"Me too." Brittany called back to her before she turned to face the curtain, hearing the end of Principal Figgins announcements.

"Thank you chief." Principal Figgins's said, "and now performing their hit single, 'Tic' and also 'Tok' by rapper Ke-dollar-sign-ha the New Directions."

'Wake up in the morning feelin like P. Diddy
(Hey, what up girl?)
Grab my glasses I'm out the door I'm gonna hit the city
(Let's go)
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back

I'm talking pedicure on our toes, toes
Trying on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowing up our phones, phones
Drop-topping playing our favorite CDs
Pulling up to the parties
Trying to get a little bit tipsy

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party don't stop, no
Woah-oh, oh, oh
Woah-oh, oh, oh

"I don't feel good!" Brittany mumbled away from her mic.

"Power through it!" Rachel encouraged.

'You build me up
You break me down
My heart it pounds
Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
you got me now
You got that sound
Yeah, you got me

You build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
Put your hands up
Put your hands up
Now the party don't start til I walk in

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the party don't stop, no
Woah-oh, oh, oh
Woah-oh-'

The performance stopped as Brittany grasped her stomach and stumbled on the stage before she threw up on Rachel. "Oh, my God!" She grasped her shoulder, before Rachel bolted off stage.

There were gasps in the audience and everyone on stage froze before Santana stumbled forward, trying to keep it down, but failing miserably as she threw up too.

Brittany glanced out to the audience, "everybody drink responsibly."

"Oh, my God, I think I'm gonna do it too!" Tina cried covering her mouth as the curtain closed in front of them. She frantically moved around looking for the closest trashcan.

"This is disgusting." Santana mumbled to herself, wiping at her mouth as she moved across the stage, heading back toward the bathroom.

"Wait for me!" Brittany called after her, rushing up to catch up with her.

"I don't feel so well." Mercedes was mumbling while they passed her.

"Holy crap!" Puck called, "Mr. Schue's coming and he looks pissed, everybody scatter!"

The rest of the Glee Club members were filing off the stage and out of the gym quickly, before Mr. Schuester could catch up with them. "Come on," Santana waved toward Brittany as they escaped backstage and hit the exit.

"Do you think Rachel's in here?" Brittany asked as they reached the first bathroom, "I kinda want to apologize."

"I don't think that should be your first priority." Santana told her, pushing the door open and crossed over to the sink. "Oh, my God!" She examined herself in the mirror, Santana flicked the water on and snatched a paper towel, wetting it in the water before wiping off her face and quickly washing her hands. "This is so humiliating." She could feel herself tearing up.

Brittany stepped to the other sink and started washing her own hands, and before she took some of the water into her hands and scooped it into her mouth the rinse it out. While Santana fanned her face to keep the tears at bay, the door opened behind them and they both turned toward the new occupant with wide eyes.

"It's just me." Quinn told them.

Brittany gave her a small smile before she turned back toward the sink to spit the water out.

"How did you not get sick?" Santana asked, her eyes still on her ex-girlfriend.

Quinn shrugged, "I managed to keep it down." When Santana turned toward her fully, Quinn took one look at her shirt and shook her head, "oh—nope, no, here it comes!" She turned to the first stall and slammed the door behind her.

Santana winced when she heard Quinn's suffering, "I'm sorry." She mumbled.

Brittany met her eyes in the mirror and she gave her a soft smile.

"Aw man!" Santana whined catching sight of her shirt, "I really liked this shirt too!" And that was it, that was what broke her.

"No, Santana," Brittany said sadly, "don't." She raised her hand to comfort her friend, rubbing her arm.

Quinn coughed from the stall, before vomiting again and groaning, "God, why are we so stupid!"

"We are!" Santana sniffled in agreement, "we are stupid."

"Oh, will you stop crying!" Quinn called back.

Santana threw her hands in the air in frustration, "I can't help it! Don't yell at me!" She wiped at her eyes before turning to Brittany, "Britts now is so not the time to start your stripping."

Brittany, who now stood in her jean shorts and bra glanced at Santana with a frown, "Sanny I can't walk around wearing that shirt, that's gross."

"So you're gonna walk around in your bra?" Santana asked, still teary eyed.

Quinn's stall clicked open and she glared at the pair, "this is all your fault."

"Why?" Santana asked.

"I was fine until I saw your shirt." Quinn's eyes fell back toward her shirt again before she snapped, "will you just take your damn shirt off!"

Santana frowned, "well if you weren't so interested in my chest you wouldn't be looking at my shirt now would you?" Brittany chuckled while Quinn just continued to glare, "okay." Santana said, "okay, don't yell at me, please. I can't take it."

While Santana carefully removed her shirt Quinn stepped up next to her to rinse her own mouth out. "I'm gonna go grab some extra clothes from the locker room." Brittany shared.

"Britt, you're not wearing a shirt." Santana told her, though it was a little muffled as she was trying to avoid getting any of the puke rubbed off her shirt and onto her, "Quinn can go, she doesn't have any on her—damn it I'm stuck!"

"He-here Santana—stop moving!" Quinn directed, causing Santana to stop in her struggles and soon Santana was face to face with Quinn as the blonde pulled the shirt away from the necklace it had gotten attached too. "There." She whispered, dropping the shirt to the floor.

"Thanks." Santana mumbled almost inaudibly just now realizing that Brittany had left them alone in the bathroom while she wandered the halls in her bra.

"Some week huh?" Quinn voiced awkwardly, her hands falling to her sides.

Santana frowned, turning back toward the sinks, "yeah." She all of a sudden felt very vulnerable without her shirt on. "Some week."

"Santana." Quinn said softly.

"What?" She asked staring down at the sink.

Quinn sighed, "will you look at me?"

"I can't."

"Why?"

That caused her to roll her eyes, "Quinn, come on—I can't look at you without wanting to cry and God knows I've done enough of that already!"

"I just wanna talk to you."

"Then talk." Santana replied swallowing thickly, "I'm right here."

"I…" Quinn paused, and Santana could feel her eyes baring into her. "I miss you."

Santana shook her head, "Q, ple-"

"Can we be in love again?" Quinn voiced desperately. Santana bit her lip, her eyes watering again and she pressed her hands against her face to keep the tears from falling. "I'm sorry." Quinn continued, "I'll make it up to you. I'll do anything for you. Santana, please?"

"No."

"Santana-"

Santana pulled herself away from the sink and turned around to face Quinn. "I can't." She told her. "You can't."

"What does that mean?" Quinn asked, "I'm here, and I want this, I want you, what more could there be?"

Santana shook her head, "don't do that. Don't make it seem like I'm the one who broke us."

"And you're so innocent with what you're doing with Sam." Quinn shot back.

Santana scoffed, "that's not the same! You broke us up Quinn, not me. You ended our relationship when you decided to kiss someone that wasn't me."

"I know you're using him to get back at me." Quinn told her, "you're trying to hurt me. Well, congratulations, Santana, you succeeded now can you stop playing games?"

"I'm not!" Santana shouted, "God! I don't want to be with you anymore!"

Quinn looked taken aback for a second, "so the party? Your room? That meant nothing?" There was a look of hurt that flashed in her eyes before they hardened, and she nodded, "fine…then we're done. Completely." She said before pushing passed Santana and exiting the bathroom.

Santana took a deep breath, to steady herself and stop the tears from coming. She turned back to the mirror and snatched a paper towel from the towel dispenser and held it under water for a moment before she raised it to her face to remove some of the makeup that had gotten messed up in the combination of removing her shirt and crying. A click of a stall behind her startled her into turning back around, "Jesus! Have you been in here this entire time?"

"Well, I didn't just materialize out of thin air." Rachel said softly.

"Wonderful." Santana scoffed.

"Are you okay?"

"Just peachy." Santana replied, tossing the paper towel into the trashcan.

Rachel sighed, "I'm sorry about you and Quinn."

"Yeah, you've said that plenty of times already." Santana replied.

Rachel nodded, "I know you love her…So I'm sure it was hard for you to tell her that you didn't."

"I-I didn't exactly say that…"

"No." Rachel agreed, "but telling her that you don't want her anymore kind of implies that you don't love her anymore."

"This week sucks."

"Yeah…Quinn's right, we really were stupid…I was stupid."

Santana smiled, "you kind of became the influencer—It was kinda scary."

Rachel shook her head, "never again."

The door pushed open again and Brittany, who was now wearing a McKinley High gym shirt was smiling brightly, "I come bearing gifts."

"Finally!" Santana exclaimed snatching one of the shirts from Brittany's hands and slipping into it while muttering how uncomfortable she'd been.

"Hey, where's Quinn?" Brittany asked curiously. "And when did you get here?" She added glancing at Rachel.

"Uh, I've been…in there." Rachel pointed to a stall.

While Santana said, "Quinn left. We like—fought—or whatever."

Rachel nodded along before she said, "thanks for throwing up on me, by the way, real fun."

Brittany frowned, "I am so sorry, I just…I couldn't hold it in anymore I really tried."

Rachel didn't respond to that and instead said, "tomorrow's Glee rehearsal is gonna suck, I can't imagine what Mr. Schue is gonna do to us."

"If we even make it that far." Santana replied, "I wouldn't be surprised if we all got suspended."

"Oh, God!" Rachel shook her head, "no, no I can't be suspended—they won't suspend us."

"We were drinking in school." Santana said, "we got drunk in school I'll be surprised if we don't get suspended."

"That's true." Brittany nodded.

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The xylophone comes over the intercom before Becky says, "heads up McKinley Coach Sylvester's gotta shout at'cha."

"Students, colleagues, indeed, all who understand the Queen's English. We all still quake in terror at what we witnessed yesterday at the assembly by a Glee Club spiraling out of control. My nose is still filled with the acrid stench of teen vomit. And there is simply but one person to blame, the alcoholic teen-vomit fetishist Will Schuester, the director of that club. Two days ago, I received a drunk-dial in the middle of the night from a horny Will Schuester. Open your ears, McKinley High and behold the awful price of alcoholism."

There was a beep from a phone before a message started playing over the intercom.

'Hey there, sexy lady. There's something I really, really want to say to you. I love how you eat your lunch with your little plastic gloves and they crinkle and make the cutest sound I've ever heard in my life. Why don't you pick up some wine coolers and come over here? And it'll just be one night of us just getting crazy. Let's just get crazy! Just get really crazy and roll around in the hay.' There was a chortle. 'I-I was just in some hay earlier tonight. Hey, and I rode a bull, and I was thinking of you.'

There was another beep before Sue said, "Will Schuester, you've just been publicly humiliated, and on the road to recovery, it's the very first step." Another set of xylophone notes ended the announcement.

It wasn't long after the recorded message played that Principal Figgins came over the intercom requesting Mr. Schuester and all members of the Glee Club to come to his office, they were all excused from the rest of the classes. Which to Santana definitely sounded like they would be getting suspended.

"We're probably gonna get suspended." Puck said.

"I think you'll definitely get suspended." Mr. Schuester agreed.

"Oh, you're one to talk." Santana said, "how about you crack a Four Loko, Count Boozy von Drunk-a-ton?" Mr. Schuester looked at her, but he didn't say anything.

Principal Figgins entered the room, and took a stood at his desk. "William, Glee Club, I have one word for you. Congratulations. Those special effects at the assembly really paid off! I had no idea what brilliant musical-comedy performers you all have become. The kids at this school are scared straight. Today is the first day in a month without a single act of public drunkenness at McKinley High!" He cheered, clapping his hands together. The kids smiled and joined in. "And as a thank you here are some coupons for half-off frozen yogurt. Yum." They chuckled while Artie passed the coupons out and Figgins whispered to their teacher. "Okay, achievement!" He cried after pulling away.

"Achievement!" The group chattered with him.

"Don't go home yet." Mr. Schuester told them, "I'd like to talk to you guys about something before you leave."

"Will?" Principal Figgins asked, "I'd like a word beforehand."

"Guys, I'll see you all in the choir room in a few minutes."

The group of kids dispersed from the office, smiling at Principal Figgins as he thanked them for their convincing performance again and congratulating them once more along the way. "That was the biggest relief of my life." Mercedes said when they reached the empty hallway.

"No kidding." Artie said, "I really thought we were dead."

Puck scoffed,"I wasn't worried." He said trying to play it off.
"Right." Finn said unconvinced.

"Let's all just look at this as a learning moment." Mike spoke as the group continued toward the choir room. "None of us got in trouble, Principal Figgins was completely unaware we were drinking at school and our parents will never have to know that any of this actually happened."

"I'd definitely die if my mother knew." Quinn said.

"Same here." Sam replied.

"I'm torn." Brittany said as they reached the choir room. "A part of my never wants to drink again because it made me so sick. But if it weren't for drinking the assembly would have been a disaster."

"I for one am never drinking again." Rachel said, "being thrown up on—it just does something to a person."

"All right, guys." Will joined them. "While I'm happy things worked out with the assembly I never wanna see you guys pull anything like that again. Drinking while performing is unprofessional. Drinking while at school is just stupid, and most importantly any of you drinking at all is illegal."

"There's a fair amount of the pot calling the kettle black right now." Quinn pointed out.

"That is so racist." Brittany whispered.

"I couldn't agree more," Will continued, "which is why I'm gonna stop drinking. Not even a beer at the end of the night to take the edge off."

"But if you don't drink, what will you have to live for?" Santana asked.

Mr. Schuester chuckled, "I have plenty in my life without beer."

"Like what exactly?"

"The point is, I'm gonna stop, and I hope you guys do too."

Tina laughed, "isn't that kind of unrealistic?"

"Yeah. Honestly, I think it is." Mr. Schuester continued, stepping over to grab some papers, "which is why I'm gonna ask you to wait to do it until after Nationals. Consider yourselves like prize fighters getting ready for a big heavyweight bout. Now these are pledge forms, and I want you guys to sign them."

"And what if we fall off the wagon again?" Puck asked.

"Look in the top corner of your form." Their director said, passing the papers out, "that's my cell phone number."

"Yes!" Sam exclaimed causing a few chuckles.

"Part of your pledge is that if you do slip up no matter where you are or what time of the night it is, I want you to call me to drive you home. We got lucky this time that the only consequences of your drinking was some ill-timed vomiting. None of us wants to see any of you guys get hurt."

Santana smiled, "cool beans, Mr. Schue. I'll sign this."

"Me too." Rachel agreed, "alcohol has done nothing for my songwriting."

"What about after we win Nationals?" Finn asked with a smirk.

Mr. Schue smiled at them, "I'm buying the sparkling cider."

"Yes!" The group laughed.

Santana took a pen from her bag and quickly scribbled her name on the form before passing the pen along to someone else. She grabbed her phone out and quickly imputed the teacher's number, seeing some of her clubmates do the same before the forms were sent back to the man standing before them. "I was just gonna let you take them home with you." Mr. Schuester said, "but I feel like it'll have a bigger impact on you if we leave them here, somewhere you can see them every time we rehearse to motivate you to stay on track." He smiled at his students, setting the papers onto the piano before looking back to them. "I'm proud of you for realizing the error of your ways."

"We believe in you too, Mr. Schue." Finn encouraged.

The teacher chuckled, "thanks…I'm serious though okay. No more parties."

"No promises." Puck said with a smile, "don't want to let you down…but we'll try our best."

Mr. Schuester nodded along, "it's all I can ask for." He told them before he said they were free to go and he'd see them tomorrow.

"You're serious though?" Sam asked while the kids were heading out the door. Santana hung back a minute, part of her was curious as to what he was talking about and the other part of her wanted to keep up what little appearances she had with being his girlfriend.

Mr. Schuester shot him a quizzical look. "We can call you anytime?" The teacher agreed, "essentially yes, Sam, whenever you need help, I'm always around."

"Awesome."

Sam hopped down to Santana with a giant grin on his face, "this is so cool." He said, taking ahold of her hand. It still wasn't something she was completely comfortable with, but for the sake of not making a scene in front of the few students hanging around she dealt with his hand around hers as they walked toward the student parking lot. "Hey, actually, do you mind finding a ride from someone else?" Santana asked as her eyes found the Bug still sitting in the parking lot.

"Is everything okay?" Sam wondered.

"Yeah, I just want to talk to Quinn about something and I'm not sure how long it's gonna take."

Sam glanced toward the red vehicle before he said, "I guess I could see if Mike will run me home."

"Great." Santana said, trying to pull away, he however pulled her back to give her a quick peck on the cheek. "Stop." She said, "no one's even looking." Sam rolled his eyes, but he didn't reply with anything before he dashed over to catch up with Mike and Tina.

Santana walked the short distance across the parking lot before knocking on the passenger side window. She met Quinn's hazel eyes through the glass and gestured for the blonde to unlock the door and let her in.

"What do you want Santana?" Quinn wondered while she climbed inside.

Santana slipped her bag onto the floorboard before closing the door to gain a little more privacy from the other teenagers still about. "I…first off I want to apologize." Quinn watched her blankly. "I used you." Santana mumbled. "I've been so sad since we broke up and the drinking just escalated that as you may have noticed and I'm really sorry about the party."

"You're sorry about the party?" Quinn voiced, "you're sorry we had sex?"

Santana glanced up at her, noticing the pain in her expression. "It was wrong of us to hookup at that party Quinn." She told her honestly. "Even more wrong for me to take you home…as much as we may have enjoyed it—and I did, so much. It shouldn't have happened. We're broken up. We've been broken up for a reason and this going back and forth the way we have it's not healthy."

Quinn shrugged, "then what do you suggest we do? Just move on? I'm not sure I can do that."

Santana frowned, attentively reaching out for Quinn's hand, happy when the blonde didn't pull away. "I'm afraid if we don't we won't be able to salvage what's left of us as friends." Quinn stared ahead, avoiding eye contact as Santana continued, "we both know that the best thing for us is to try to maintain this friendship…I know that neither one of us can just act like nothing ever happened between us and we can't just move on from everything—so maybe we need a break entirely." She suggested unsure. She definitely didn't want to stop talking to Quinn completely, but maybe for now that was the best option for them. All she knew for certain was if they didn't stop with the back and forth of their relationship they definitely wouldn't ever get passed it and it would completely ruin everything they had.

Quinn sighed, "okay...but can you just tell me one thing?"

Santana frowned, "what is it?" Quinn looked entirely crushed when she finally glanced toward her.

"In the bathroom, I know I've pushed you a lot recently and I'm sorry—I've refused to even let you try and move on and I've been a bitch and I'm truly sorry…but what you said—that you didn't want me anymore," she paused, "w-was that true?"

"Quinn." Santana said plaintively. "Of course not…I think a part of me is always going to want you, but for now I know that this is the best thing for us, saying that was extremely difficult for me and I'm really sorry for making you feel like this—this whole week has just been so hard on me, and there's no excuse for being so mean, I just—it just came out."

Quinn wiped at a stray tear that had fallen on her cheek, "I know you're right and I'm being incredibly selfish, you deserve someone better, Santana and I really hope you find her."

Santana gave her a soft smile, "thank you."

"I really do love you." Quinn spoke quietly. "I want you to know that."

She did.

"I love you too." Santana told her honestly. "Come here," she said leaning forward to hug the blonde, "It'll get better." She assured her.

"I hope it does for you." Quinn told her with a smile and a sniffle before they parted and bid each other goodbye, Santana could feel Quinn's eyes follow her as she moved out of her Volkswagen and over to her own car.

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Okay so I got another chapter in! In all seriousness though, I have finally decided that if it takes me longer than 3 months to update this story again it's officially dead and I should let it go. I hope it doesn't get that far because I would like to complete it but inspiration just seems to come and go you know? Anyway thank you to anyone who is still taking the time to read this, I hope this chapter wasn't a let down.