Can you perhaps do a morning after/next day, college!brittana?

Santana's memory from last night is a little foggy with bits and pieces missing from the whole of it all, but there is one thing she is certain about. One thing she kind of wishes didn't happen, but also kind of glad it did.

Brittany.

She feels a guilty thinking about how much she enjoyed making out with the blonde multiple times and how that it was her that initiated the first kiss. Damn that girl for being so freaking irresistible! Santana never stood a chance against those long legs and perfectly toned tummy. Not to mention, those eyes! Those blue, blue eyes that dazzled with desire every single time they connected with hers. God, she was drunk and defenseless but oh so willing.

When Santana cracks an eye open the morning after, a little afraid of what she might be waking up to, she instantly feels the pain of her hangover. She's blinded by bright light and quickly closes her eyes. She groans softly at the throbbing at the back of her head and nuzzles further into the comfort of the pillows and blankets.

Who in the world let her drink so much? Why wasn't anyone watching her?

"Mmpf, cold."

Suddenly, Santana's on high alert because that voice. She knows that voice. Suddenly she realizes she's not alone on her tiny cramped twin sized bed, that whoever is lying next to her, pressed so close to her body sounds an awful lot like a certain blonde she should not be laid up in a tiny bed with right now.

They tug a little on the blankets, revealing Santana's bare arms to the chill of the room, before they settle with a content hum. Santana knows who it is next to her even without looking, but she continues to keep her eyes shut hoping that she's wrong, hoping that Quinn wouldn't let her do this.

Curiosity gets the best of her though and soon Santana's peeking at the person next to her and damnit, how could anyone look that good in the morning? Brittany looks like a damn angel; her pretty blonde hair curtaining her cheeks, her hand tucked under the pillow, her face so relaxed and peaceful. Sunlight streamed in from the window, illuminating the back of her body causing her to look as if she was glowing.

Then Santana realized something; sunlight never comes in through her window. Without moving much, afraid of waking the sleeping blonde Santana looked at her surroundings. Floral bed sheets, sheer baby blue curtains, desk covered in books and papers, no organization what so ever; this was definitely not her room.

"Mornin'" Brittany mumbled sleepily with this dopey grin on her face but the sound of her voice startled Santana, causing her to shove the blonde off the bed as a reflex. Brittany's upper half of her body landed hard on the ground while her legs stayed tangled up in the sheets so that she was hanging off the edge of the bed resting most of her weight on the back of her head. She grunted at the sudden move and crinkled her nose, "Ouch."

"Shit, I'm sorry." Santana sighed and rushed to help Brittany up, noticing for the first time that she was dressed in borrowed clothes.

Brittany took the offered hand with a smile and struggled to sit up, "I don't think anyone's ever pushed me out of my own bed before. At least, not without following after me."

Santana caught the playful, flirty tone of the blonde's statement, reminding her of some of what happened last night. A blush burned at Santana's cheeks a the thought of her begging Brittany as well as just shoving her off her own bed, but that was the least of her problems.

She left the party with Brittany. She went home with Brittany.

"Did we.." Santana began to ask, her voice low and fragile.

Brittany noticed the shift and smiled genuinely, "No. You were just very, very sleepy."

"Oh."

"I asked if you wanted me to walk you to your dorm of if you wanted me to take you to your blonde friend, but you said you just wanted to go to sleep." Brittany went on casually, "You wouldn't tell me where you lived so I brought you here."

Santana just nodded, unsure of whether she should feel embarrassed or relieved that all she wanted to do was sleep after all the making out she did with Brittany.

"You're such a cuddle monster." Brittany snickered teasingly, "I never would've guessed it."

"These beds are small, I just didn't want to go rolling off in the middle of the night." Santana huffed, attempting to hold onto any last scrap of dignity she had left.

Brittany only laughed at that and smiled, "But I gave you the side closest to the wall so there's no way you could've."

"Whatever." Santana blushed again as she scrambled out of Brittany's bed to grab the pile of her clothes and shoes.

"Where you going? Don't you wanna have breakfast with me?" Brittany pouted at seeing Santana's frantic state.

"Not really, no." Santana lied and slipped into her shoes before reaching for the door. Brittany was her arch nemesis, the reason why she's not valedictorian, why she's always coming in second at everything. They couldn't be a thing, "Thanks for letting me crash here last night. See you around."

"Okay, bye.." Brittany mumbled sadly but Santana was quick to close the door behind her, not wanting to see what kind of face Brittany would pull to get her to stay. Instead she took the lonely walk to the elevator, thinking of all the insults she would lay QUinn out with for letting her go home with Brittany.

It wasn't until she was in her own dorm room again that she realized she was still wearing one of Brittany's shirts as well as a pair of shorts. Santana swore she would never see Brittany again, never let the opportunity for a crush to develop on the girl, but maybe like..after she returned the clothes.