So this chapter is mainly to explain why Santana doesn't drink. I hope this helps those of you who messaged me asking why she doesn't drink. Review and all that stuff. xxoo
Three years ago.
"Hey Britt-Britt, what are you doing tonight?" Santana lays on top of her bed, filing her nails, bored out of her mind.
"Well my dad just came home this morning and he's going to be here for only a few days so we are all gonna go out to dinner and have a family night thing." Brittany's tone is excited, happy that her father is finally home for a few days.
"Oh.. Well I was going to see if you wanted to get our sweet lady kisses on tonight but that's not going to happen." Annoyed, the brunette continues to file her nails and then start to paint them.
"I'm sorry San.. I can come over after school on monday, its only like two days away."
"Yeah, okay. Well call me later? I'm gonna call Q and ask her whats up." She puts down the nail polish and blows on the two fingers she has painted.
"Okay, I will call you later. See ya." The line ends and she hangs up the phone. A few seconds later she calls Quinn and puts her on speaker phone so she is able to finish her nails.
Quinn answers with an annoyed tone. "Hello?"
"Hey Q, what are you doing tonight?" The Latina finishes her right hand and starts blowing on them so they will dry.
"Nothing really. I'm trying to stay away from my parents tonight. I heard there is a party tonight, wanna go with me?" At this, Santana perks up.
"Yeah, lets go. Just tell your parents you're staying at my house. Mine aren't home and they won't be back till wednesday or something."
"Okay, I'll come pick you up at eight so we can go get something to eat before we go." Santana smiles and nods.
"Sounds like a plan. Text me when you're here or just come up." Quinn mumbles a quick "Mhm" and the line clicks. Santana finishes her nails and lets them dry before she does anything else. She has a few hours to get ready so she decides to take a quick shower.
After an hour in the shower, the brunette walks to her closet and picks out a slimming black dress with a black half jacket. She dry's her hair and straightens it before putting the outfit on. When she's finished, she puts on a knee high pair of boots and looks in the mirror while applying her make up. Before she knows it, its 8:00 and Quinn is coming up the stairs. A few knocks hit the door before the blonde walks in.
"Hey, are you ready to go?" The blonde looks her up and down with an approving smile.
"Yeah just one sec." She walks to her bathroom and puts some delicious smelling perfume on and grabs her purse. "Alright, I'm all set. Lets go."
Quinn turns back and starts walking down the stairs as Santana follows. The girls make it to the restaurant within ten minutes and have already ordered.
"So, where is Brittany tonight?" The blonde asks curiously. The pair never are apart, they are practically attached at the hip.
"Her dad just got back in town so they are having 'family' night or something." The Latina rolls her eyes when she says family.
"Oh. Well the party should be fun tonight." She quickly changes the subject as the food arrives.
"Yeah, it better be." Santana digs into her food as does Quinn. For the remainder of dinner, they talked about cheer and routines and about boys being dumb. After they finished, the girls paid and headed out to Quinn's car. It was almost 10:00 and the party had started about an hour ago. They would arrive early enough to bypass the drunken idiots and late enough to be fashionably late.
Quinn pulls up to the side of the road where a ton of cars were parked. The girls could hear the music thumping from the car so they got out and walked to the house. There were a ton of guys acting like idiots and people playing drinking games. The pair looked around the house for something to drink, finding some vodka and pouring it in a cup.
An hour passed and the girls we dancing with each other in the middle of the living room, both intoxicated. While others dance, most of the male population watched the two girls dance on each other.
"Well this turned out to be a fun night" Santana whispered into Quinn's ear, giggling. They continued dancing until they heard a girl screaming from the kitchen. The girls stopped and ran into the kitchen, finding two guys laying on the floor. The guys had been playing a drinking game and drank too much. They was bloody puke all over the floor and one of them was having a seizure.
"What the hell happened in here?" Santana was the first person to verbalize anything.
One of the guys who was in the kitchen with them tried to explain as two people helped the guys on the floor. "W-we were playing a drinking game, trying to see who could drink the m-most and they started getting sick.."
Santana was panicking now. "Someone call a fucking ambulance" Quinn yelled from behind Santana.
he guy hosting the party yelled at everyone to get the fuck out. Some were too drunk to move and others were so scared they couldn't move.
One of the people helping the guys on the floor stood up with tears in his eyes. "He's dead.." A few screams were echoing through out the house. Quinn tugged on Santana's hand and she turned to look at her with teary eyes.
"We have to go, come on." Santana followed her, too scared to say anything. Her mind was running, she couldn't believe what was going on.
"F-fuck.." The girls ran out to the car. Quinn slowly made her way down the street and turned into an empty parking lot, not trusting herself to drive all the way home. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number. Santana sat in the passenger seat rocking back and fourth. She new both of the guys, they were on the football team and she had dated one of them during freshman year.
"R-rach..?
"Hey, are you okay Quinn?" Rachel's tone was sleepy but concerned.
"Rach.. c-can you come p-pick Santana and I u-up..?" The blonde was in tears at this point. Rachel knew something was wrong.
"Where are you?" She didn't bother asking what was wrong, she just wanted the girls safe.
"W-we are in a back parking lot on 53rd. P-please hurry.."
"I'll be there in five minutes." The phone clicked and Quinn put down her phone. Sirens were screaming in the distance. The house was a few blocks down but they could hear everything.
Rachel arrived five minutes after, pulling up to Quinn's car, getting out as fast as she could to run to the blondes door.
"Okay, there are a bunch of police cars and ambulances down the street. What the hell happened?" The girls were barely able to talk. Santana was an emotional basket case at this point.
"P-party.. dead.. two guys w-were playing a s-s-stupid game.." Tears were streaming down her face. Rachel Opened the blondes door all the way and reached in to help her out of the seat.
"Are you two okay.. physically?" Quinn nodded but looked over at Santana. Rachel helped the blonde into her passenger seat. After she was settled, Rachel walked over to Santana's side. She was rocking back and fourth in the seat, completely traumatized. She opened the door and took the Latina's hand in hers.
"Santana? Santana look at me." The girl couldn't stop rocking back and fourth, so the diva placed a hand on the other girls cheek, forcing her to look at her.
"Santana, I'm going to help you get out of the car okay?" She helped Santana turn in her seat and helped her stand up. Rachel put her arm around the girls waist and walked her over to the back seat. After getting settled in the car, Santana buried her face in her hands.
Rachel turned her attention to Quinn. "I'm going to move your car into an actual parking spot and I'm going to lock it so no one gets into it." The blonde nodded and the diva did just that. A few seconds later she made her way back to the car. "I'm going to drive you guys to my house and I'll make you some tea.." Neither responded. She looked in the review mirror to look at Santana and the sight was heartbreaking. She had never seen her like this.
Rachel pulled out of the parking lot and headed to her house. She brought the girls into the house and into her bedroom. Quinn sat on the bed with Santana's head in her lap, trying to comfort her. The diva went into the kitchen and made some tea and grabbed a few bottles of water with some ibuprofen. She walked into her bedroom and closed the door behind her then handed the girls the tea, setting the rest on the bedside table.
"Okay, I know this is hard but I need to know what happened at that party, with a little more explanation." Her attention was directed towards Quinn. Santana was clearly not in the right state for talking.
"W-we went to a party and everyone was h-having fun.. and then we heard screaming.. so we ran to see what was going on.." The blonde took a sip from the tea and continued. "Two guys were on the floor.. puke was everywhere.. and one of them was having a seizure.. and the other guy… He had no pulse.."
Rachel nodded, feeling tears prick her eyes but wiped at before they fell. "I'm sorry you had to see that. Did you two know them..?" Santana closed her eyes nodded.
"Well, you two should rest. Santana, drink some tea, it will help calm you. I also brought you guys some medicine and water."
"Thank you Rachel." Quinn took a pill and put it in her mouth, swallowing it with some tea. Santana finally sat up and took a sip of the tea. She set it down on the other side table and grabbed a water instead, taking the pill with it.
An hour passed and the girls were still awake, thinking about the events that had happened. "Quinn?" Santana found her voice, finally sobering up.
"From this day on.. I swear to god I am never drinking again." Quinn nodded in agreement. The girls wrapped their arms around each other, trying to comfort one another. Rachel was asleep on the other side of Quinn with her arm around her waist.
"I'm really glad Rachel came to get us.. I wouldn't have been able to drive home.." Santana sat up and looked over at a sleeping Rachel.
"I'm glad she did too.. I think we should at least try and sleep.." The girls adjusted once more, trying to get comfortable, closing their eyes but their minds still wondering.