Hi. Some mixed reviews from last chapter. Some liked the chapters and some didn't. Well, I can't make everyone happy :) After this chapter, I'm going to take a small break from fanfiction. I have exams next week and it's too distracting. After my exams I will finish it, no worries. But I will fail if I don't start to study asap, I've been postponing it way too long already. So I'll probably update begin July or some time around that. My first plan was to finish the fic before my exams, but that didn't work out unfortunately. Okay, I hope you will enjoy the new chapter :)
Brittany woke up in an empty bed. After the whole fight with Santana, Brittany didn't want to stay too long at the party. Her mood had been ruined. She really wanted to have a good night and not be a drag, but it just felt off. She felt tired and the whole fight with Santana had ghosted through her mind. Kitty wanted to go clubbing. She loved her bachelorette party. She couldn't stop rambling on and on about how hot the stripper was and that she really needed to thank Puck for him because he was awesome. Then she had to endure a ten-minute rant from Rachel about Mike's abs. Not that Brittany had asked for Rachel's opinion or anything, she just kind of started to rant. She then talked some more to Marley, who had clearly drunken too much too. Kitty had called some taxis in the meantime, but Brittany still didn't felt like going clubbing. She had walked back alone to the bedroom, after the other girls had left. Santana had already been sleeping in the room, snoring to be more exact. Brittany had quickly undone her dress and slipped into the bed next to Santana, trying not to wake the girl up.
Some part of her was still mad at Santana for the way she had acted, but some part of her wanted to apologize. She did kind of overreacted. But it annoyed her how that damn stripper had practically undressed Santana with her eyes. And then the fact they slept together just set Brittany off.
Brittany's head was throbbing and she felt dehydrated. She slipped out of the empty bed. She walked into the bathroom and grabbed a cup, which she filled up with water. She drunk up the whole cup and her eyes shifted to her reflection in the mirror. She looked terrible to say the least. Her make up was smudged, circles under her eyes. She let out a deep sigh and decided to take a quick shower. She showered for what felt like ages and finally turned off the water, feeling fresh. She combed her hair and got quickly dressed. It might be time to find where Santana is. Brittany had decided she was going to apologize. She did overreact. She opened the bedroom door and inside, on the bed was Santana. She was holding a tray with her famous and delicious pancakes.
"Hi." Santana smiled.
Brittany inhaled deeply. "Hi."
"Look Brittany, I'm sorry."
"San-" Brittany interrupted, wanting to apologize too.
"No, don't apologize Brittany. You did absolutely nothing wrong. I overreacted, once again. But you calling us girlfriends just made everything seem so real and I panicked.
And you acting all jealous, even though it was totally hot, still freaked me out. And it shouldn't have. Because I finally thought I was making progress, that we were making progress. And I didn't want to screw it all up again but I did. And I'm so sorry for that." Santana sighed. Her eyes were pleading for forgiveness. But before Brittany could say anything, Santana went on.
"I'm trying here, Brittany. I'm trying to change. I'm trying to be better. For you. Because that's what you mean to me. And I've been dumb. I've been avoiding and denying my feelings for you the whole time, but I'm done with doing that now. I'm done with denying what I feel for you. Some part believed that if I could mash it down, deep down, it would go away, but it didn't. It only made me like you even more. But I'm done trying.
I'm done with not getting the happy end for myself. Because that is my job. I don't get the happy end for myself. The happy end is always for someone else. And I was completely fine with that. I really was. I didn't believe I earned it all. It was what I liked about the job. I helped people getting the person they loved back or at least giving them closure. And in the meantime, I got paid and those people were happy. They got their little share of the happy ending that everyone loves in those cheesy Hollywood movies.
I didn't think I was cut out for the whole happy end thing. But when I'm around you, I feel like I deserve some part of it too. Because I don't know what it is about you, Brittany, but you make the world seem so damn easy. You see everything better and more beautiful than it is and it's so refreshing. It is so different from how I see the world and I like it, a lot." Santana ranted.
"And I was so stupid last night. But with Marissa being there, it reminded me of the person that I am. The girl who sleeps around with every girl that walks on this earth and it seemed like this huge reminder that I still didn't deserve you. The girl who has huge commitment issues.
But I do want to change, or at least try. And I know that doesn't make up for everything that I said and done over the last couple of weeks, but I do want to try and change. I'm done with being that girl. The girl who doesn't do relationships because they freak her out. I'm done with being her. I want to be the girl that wakes up every morning next to the person that she loves, trying everything to make her smile. And I'm still scared out of my mind. I'm still scared about losing you, but I now know, that if I kept up with what I was doing, I would still lose you. So I'm not going to do that anymore. Or I'm at least going to try. I don't know if it'll work, but I'm ready to work for this, for you." Santana let out a breath after her long rant."
Brittany couldn't help but smile at Santana's speech. "That was really sweet, Santana."
"I'm getting better and better talking about my feelings, I know." Santana laughed.
"You really are. I'm impressed." Brittany laughed.
"I do have one important question to ask: Brittany S. Pierce, would you please be my girlfriend?" Santana smiled at her.
"Of course." Brittany yelled loud as she lunged herself into Santana's arms.
They stood like that for a while, not wanting the first to let go of the hug. But after some time, Santana did let go.
"San, I want to apologize too. I overreacted last night. I drunk too much and seeing you with Marissa makes me pissed. I shouldn't have acted around her like that."
"It's okay, Britt. I was way worse to Sam anyway. It's okay. Apologies accepted. Now, do you want some breakfast, girlfriend?" Santana smiled.
"I would love to, girlfriend." Brittany laughed. Santana sat down onto the bed.
"But you did forget something." Brittany remarked.
Santana stared at her in confusion. "A morning kiss." Brittany pointed at her lips. Santana laughed and placed a kiss onto Brittany's lips.
After that, they chatted a little about last night and the wedding.
"Do you want to go check up on the other girls? They went out clubbing last night."
Brittany asked.
"You didn't go with them?" Santana asked in confusion.
"No, I just didn't felt like partying anymore."
Santana shrugged.
"Okay, let's go ask how it went. And I do want to hear about Ryder's bachelor party. If Puck arranged it, it was probably pretty epic." Santana laughed.
"Oh, Santana. How did you meet Marissa? You said you've never went to Hawaii?"
Santana sighed. "She went to college in Chicago, but then something went wrong with her scholarship. I didn't know exactly what was wrong, but she had to leave college and moved back home in Hawaii. I guess her life went pretty much downhill ever since. She told me that she didn't have a lot of money, so she became a stripper. Apparently a lot of people celebrate their wedding in Hawaii, which means a lot of bachelor parties. She has a regular job during the day, but life is expensive. She works at a restaurant and does the whole stripper thing as a second job. She is really ashamed of it and she freaked out when she recognized her."
"Oh, that's really sad." Brittany said. She felt guilty for screaming at the girl. She didn't even think how hard that situation would be. Losing everything and having no other option than practically undressing yourself and dancing in front of people sounded awful.
"I know. Not everyone's dream can come through, I guess." Santana shrugged, but Brittany could still see that she still felt sad for Marissa.
Brittany grabbed the brunette's hand as they walked out together, trying to find Kitty or someone to enlighten them at the events of last night. And in fact, Puck was sitting on a bench in front of the houses. He looked absolutely awful to say the least.
"Hey Puck." Santana screamed in Puck's ear.
He shushed her and rubbed his temples. "Not so loud, please." Puck whined.
"How was the party?" Santana asked, extra loud to tease Puck.
"Amazing. I can't really remember too much from it. It's all pretty vague. I remember strippers. Lots of them. Boobs. Lots of those too." Puck said.
"Gross Puck." Brittany said.
"Whatever. Don't deny that you don't like boobs. You love them just as much as I do. Oh that reminds me, how were the strippers?" Puck asked curiously. "I bet they were hot."
Brittany stared at the ground. "Kitty really loved the stripper."
"Great. I knew she would appreciate it." Puck laughed. "Now, if you young ladies would excuse me, I'm going to find some aspirins to get over this damn headache. It's killing me." Puck strolled away.
"Well, I guess it was a pretty heavy party, he looked like crap." Brittany remarked.
"I've seen him way worse when we were in high school together. He would look like that every Saturday morning after one of his legendary Friday parties."
"Did he throw them every Friday?"
"No, but he did a lot of them back then. Half of our high school lost their virginities on one of these." Santana laughed.
"Did you? You know, lose your virginity there too?" Brittany asked curiously.
"Yes. But it was with Puck, so does that really count? I was in the denial stage of coming to terms with me being gay."
"Oh, well, nobody's first time is great I guess."
"How was yours?" Santana glanced over at the blonde.
"It was some dude from my high school at a party. He was terrible, might I admit. Didn't really enjoy it but once you've done it, it's impossible to get your virginity back." Brittany shrugged. She really didn't care that her first time experience wasn't the best. She didn't know a lot of people that truly enjoy their first time. It was mostly awkward, right?
They walked a little further and saw Mike walking next to Tina.
"Hey guys." Brittany said.
"Hi." Mike said back. He looked relatively fine. He probably was the least drunk last night. Tina didn't look good. She wore huge sunglasses and bowed her head down.
"How was Ryder's bachelor party?"
Mike laughed. "It was one of those Puck parties. You know how it goes, get drunk, visit strip clubs and treat them like you own them. He really made an effort. I have to admit. He rented a limousine, packed with all sorts of alcohol. He rented the thing for the entire night. And of course, it was Puck so the first stop was a strip club. I don't know how he finds them in every city, but he still does it.
He bought everyone a lap dance, but then decided to change it. He just split the lap dances between himself and Ryder. Puck spent way too much money on those strippers. I don't even know where the one-dollar bills kept coming from. Soon enough, Puck was wasted. And so were Ryder and Sam. Kurt ditched us at the beginning of the evening. Some guy to a gay bar invited him. I haven't seen him since last night."
Brittany laughed. "Wow, Kurt got laid."
"Apparently." Mike laughed. "I actually didn't drink too much. Ryder asked me to stay sober. He was afraid that things would end up wrong if we would all be wasted. But anyway, we stayed in the strip club until around two, and then we got kicked out. Puck had tried to kiss a stripper. She called the manager and he called security. Puck then tried to get into a fight with the manager, but luckily he was so wasted that he missed. The manager promised to let us go without charges, luckily. So we had to leave. After that we went to a club until around 4 am." Mike said.
"Did anything else happen?" Brittany asked.
"Well, Puck threw up in the limo that he rented. That was disgusting, so we had to walk home. And that was a little harder than I thought it would be. They could barely walk and it took us so long to get home. But Ryder had the night of his life, so I guess that's the most important part, right?"
"I guess." Brittany shrugged. She felt sorry for Mike that he had to take care of them.
"How was the rest of the bachelorette party, Tina?"
"Great. After you two went to bed, we went clubbing. Kitty had a great night. Rachel kissed a random dude and Marley left with some guy."
"Wait what? Rachel and Marley?"
"Yeah. So we went to the same club we went to the last time and Marley started hitting it off with some dude. You know how she gets when she's drunk." Brittany nodded. Marley may seem like a wallflower, but if you pour some alcohol in her, she had no boundaries. Usually she regretted it all in the morning, but she was known to have drunken hook-ups.
"Anyway, Marley left with some guy. I went to the bathroom with Quinn and when I came back, Rachel was sucking face with some dude. I didn't even see his face, but then Rachel threw up on him, so he left."
"She threw up on him?"
"Yeah. On his shoes, so it wasn't that bad I guess. But it was still pretty funny."
Suddenly, they saw Marley walking towards the houses, still in the dress from last night, carrying her high heels in her hand.
"Hey Marley." Brittany teased. Marley cursed under her breath and came up to them.
"So, how was last night?" Brittany asked.
"Great."
"How was this morning?"
"I guess you heard." Marley sighed.
"Yes, but you walking in your dress from last night, carrying your shoes in your hands and your make-up smudged might be a clue guessing what happened yesterday."
"I was drunk and before I knew it, I was in his apartment. This morning was really awkward. I couldn't remember his name anymore and he made me this whole breakfast and I couldn't even remember his name. I felt so embarrassed. He gave me his number, but I don't want to call him. He was sweet and cute, but there's just something icky about calling your one nightstand." Marley sighed.
"It's still a pretty hilarious story, Marley." Brittany wrapped her arm around Marley, hugging her.
"Whatever, Britt. My head hurts now. Have you seen Kitty? I feel like I should apologize. I just left her."
"I'm sure she's okay, Marley." Tina said.
"Fine. I'm going to take a shower. See you later guys." Marley said.
Brittany looked over at Santana. "Maybe we should clean up the beach. I guess nobody is going to do it."
Santana grunted loud but followed Brittany anyway. They arrived at the beach and both of them sighed simultaneously. The beach was filled up with trash.
"Fuck." Santana grunted.
"This is going to take so long." Brittany sighed loud.
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