Can you do a prompt where brittana is in college and they drunkingly meet at a party. Drunk brittana is always so funny :)
As soon as she caught a glimpse of a tall blonde occupying the dance floor, Santana instantly regretted letting Quinn talk her into coming. It was a Friday night and although a party sounded like fun, Santana still had a ton of homework to finish up by Monday. Quinn was like an annoying, nasally sounding fly that bugged the hell out of her, talking about how great the party would be and how Santana needed to have a good time and Santana arguing back by saying Quinn didn't know a good time if it slapped her in the face.
Obviously, Quinn worked some type of voodoo magic on her because here Santana is, looking fine as hell in her tight skirt with her tits all on display.
"I'm going to fucking kill her." Santana grumbled, eyes narrowing on the blonde on the dance floor.
"Who?"
Santana spun around at the familiar voice to find Quinn standing there with a red solo cup in her hand, her cheeks already a little flushed from the alcohol. Santana clenched her jaw and crossed her arms, "You, bitch."
"What? Why?" Quinn laughed and handed her the drink she was holding, "I got this for you."
The brunette snatched the drink up and took a gulp, the mix of vodka and rum almost hidden by the pineapple and orange juice. She licked her lips and drew back from the cup, whoever made the jungle juice really knew what they were doing. But still, Santana was pissed, "You didn't tell me Princess Charming was going to be here."
Quinn sputtered out another laugh, "She's the most popular girl on campus. Of course she would be here!"
Santana just rolled her eyes at the fact.
"I still don't understand why you don't like her. You've never even met!"
"I don't need to meet her. I hear enough about all of the wonderful things she does and how much of a genius she is and how amazing she is in bed and how sexy she is all the damn time from everyone ever-"
"Well, she is pretty cool."
"-Not to mention she's the only person standing in my way of getting valedictorian!"
"Really." Quinn said flatly, "God, you are so lame."
Santana just narrowed her eyes on her best friend and handed her back the cup, "I'm leaving."
"No wait, don't.." Quinn sighed, "You can just hang out with me and Cedes, you don't even have to see her. Please, Santana? I miss hanging out with you.."
Santana rolled the thought over in her mind then sighed, "Okay, fine. Give me back my drink."
Quinn beamed and handed it over willingly before dragging Santana through the crowded living room to the patio where she actually recognized a few people. Mercedes, Tina, Mike, and a couple girls from Quinn's Micro Biology class sat around the bonfire sipping on their drinks. Santana and Quinn joined them and fell easily into conversation and for a brief moment, Santana thought she made the right choice by staying.
"I'm telling you, you'll probably end up making out with her at some point." Tina joked after someone brought up Santana and Brittany's rivalry.
"Fuck that! I am not getting on that train." Santana huffed, "I'm pretty sure she's made out with everyone on campus already."
"Not everyone.." Quinn teased, poking at Santana's side before looking to Tina, "Let's bet on it!"
"Oh hell to the yes!" Mercedes piped in causing Santana to groan.
"It's never going to happen."
Several drinks in and a ton of stories told by Mercedes and Tina later, Santana was feeling really, really good. She felt so relaxed and warm and just really awesome that suddenly her body itched to move from her seat.
"Anyone need refills?" She slurred, rising from her seat and waving her empty cup at her friends.
"Could you grab me another beer?" Mike asked politely; he had finally finished his first one after sitting with everyone for almost an hour and a half.
Santana only giggled drunkenly, "Mike's for Mike."
"Actually, I was drinking-" Mike tried but Santana was already making her way to the kitchen where all the drinks were kept.
Santana set off to refill her cup first; if she was going to stay at the level of mellow she was at, she needed more alcohol. Taking a break from the jungle juice, she grabbed the tequila and began mixing up her own concoction.
"Hey, how's it going?" A guy smirked, as Santana leaned over for some ice, his eyes zoned in right on her chest, "Nice."
If his popped collar wasn't a clear sign of his douchebagery, the way he hovered around Santana trying to flirt did it for her, "You're kind of gross."
Offended, he muttered something rude under his breath as she went to the cooler for Mike's beer but Santana was too preoccupied with the alcohol to care.
"Hey, that's mine!" Santana huffed when the guy swipped the can from her hand.
"Tough Shit."
"Hey!"Someone behind Santana said, startling the girl because she swore it was just her, douchebag and the one chick who was knocked the fuck out on the other side of the room, "Give that back."
"Fuck off, blondie." DB growled causing Santana to turn, hoping that it wasn't the one blonde she didn't want to run into. Of course, she was wrong.
"No, you fuck off, Rick!" Brittany countered, taking a daring step towards him.
Santana saw the fire in blue eyes and watched Rick's shoulder stiffen; whatever was about to happen wasn't going to be good, "Hey, it's cool..I'll just-"
"Why don't you head back to the dance floor, Pierce."
"Why don't you give her back that beer."
"Guys, it's really-"
"I'll fight you." Brittany said seriously. Her cheeks were a little flushed like Quinn's after she's had a couple drinks but her words were clear and her breath was heavy.
She was pissed and Santana bit her lip at the sight; Brittany can totally add sexy when angry to her long list of things that make her great. If it weren't for the heavy amount of alcohol flowing through her system, Santana wouldn't even go there but as the saying goes drunken minds speak sober thoughts. No matter how many times she denied it, Santana was definitely attracted to the blonde.
But thinking of Brittany getting hurt because of her made her feel so, so sad and she could feel the lump beginning to form in her throat just imagining it.
"I'm not going to fight a girl." Rick laughed but Brittany was already pumping herself up.
And unbuttoning her shirt apparently?
"Why not? I'm about to kick your ass!"
"Yeah, I'd like to see you tr-"
And as Brittany was about to pounce, Santana wedged herself between them, her drink sloshing on Rick's shirt not that she cared while other hand pressed flush against Brittany's bare stomach. Again, Santana bit her lip at the feel of toned abs beneath her palm, "No fighting!"
"I'll fucking end you, asshole!" Brittany roared over top Santana's head, pointing threateningly at him, while the brunette tried keeping them apart without dropping her drink. It was a real feat considering how drunk she was, but she somehow managed to break them up.
"You're fucking crazy!" Rick shouted as he ran out of the kitchen. Brittany just smirked triumphantly, her body swaying a little, before looking to Santana to find that she was crying.
"Don't cry," She said and handed Santana the beer, "Here."
Santana just nodded, sniffling, but her eyes were glued to Brittany's bare skin, "You're half naked."
"Or am I half dressed?" Brittany teased, her eyes lowering to Santana's lips every time the brunette ran her tongue along them or bit them or smiled. Santana's knees wobbled at the stare, the air in the room growing thick and the throb between her legs intensifying. Santana had yet removed her hand from Brittany's stomach but it wasn't like Brittany was complaining when Santana's hand felt so nice on her skin. Heart rates were climbing and their hands burned to feel more of each other.
"God, just make out already!" The passed out girl groaned before dragging herself out of the room, once again startling Santana.
"Fuck, I thought she was dead."
"She could be a zombie."
"What?" Santana chuckled, but Brittany just shrugged with her too cute smiles and too pretty blue eyes.
"So.." Brittany hummed, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.
"So.." Santana mimicked, sipping on her drink while she set the can of Mike's on the counter and continued to stare up at the blonde in front of her. They stood in silence for a long time, still feeling warmth radiating all over their bodies and an unknown pull drawing the closer. The chemistry was undeniable, even the dead girl could feel it!
"Oh fuck it, come here." Santana said and reached for the back of Brittany's neck, pulling her down for a heated kiss which Brittany was all too eager to return.
Outside, Mike sat sadly still waiting on his drink, "So..do you think she got lost?"