a/n: Not as long as last time, but here's a few more gems I found and thought would make good drabbles.
(937): Why doesn't he get that I would rather give him blow jobs than be in a relationship?
Santana jumped in her place on the sofa as the front door slammed closed, tire's being heard backing out of the drive before taking off down the road. Frowning, she turned as Rachel headed downstairs, irritation evident on her face.
"Um... was that Mike?"
Rachel nodded as she fell down next to Santana, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I thought he was staying the night?"
"Not anymore" Rachel snapped back, before turning to Santana. "I'm sorry San, I never meant to snap at you"
"It's fine Rae, what happened?"
"It's his fault, he's the one who won't take the hint" Rachel huffed.
"Take the hint about what?" Santana asked. "Is this about what the last five arguments have been about?"
Rachel nodded. "Why doesn't he get that I would rather give him blow jobs than be in a relationship?"
Santana laughed, rolling her eyes. "I don't know Rach, maybe because he's completely crazy about you?"
"When we started this, we both said we understood that it would just be a friends with benefit thing and that we wouldn't turn this into a relationship because it could possibly wreck our friendship"
"Babe, I hate to tell you that this is wrecking your friendship" Santana pointed out. "If you honestly and truthfully don't want anything relationship wise with him, then you need to cut all the other shit out and just go back to friends"
Rachel sighed. "I don't know what I want with him"
(847): Theres a random in my bed. Omg but at least he's a law student?
Santana yawned as her body awoke, before letting out a small groan at the pain pounding in her head. Turning to grab some water and tablets, she froze as an arm gripped tighter around her waist.
Racking her brain quickly, she came up blank on who could possibly be in her bed. No-one really stood out from last night and she was out with Sam and Puck, so no sensible man would approach her.
"Shit" She mumbled, turning quickly to check it wasn't either of them. She let out a small sigh of relief as she realised it wasn't, but she honestly did not recognise him at all.
Reaching for her phone, she pulled up a new text.
[To]Rach: There's a random in my bed. Omg.
Seeing his wallet lay on the dresser next to her, she picked it up, quickly flipped through it trying to give her some kind of help on who he was. Pulling out a card that looked familiar to one of hers in her own purse, she rolled her eyes. Figures, he's a law student too like her.
[To]Rach: but at least he's a law student...
The man took this time to open his eyes, and Santana dropped the wallet and card onto the floor, pulling the duvet up to cover her.
"Um, hey?" He smiled, confused, as he rubbed his eyes.
"You're a law student?" Santana asked, straight to the point. "So am I, how come I've never seen you around?"
"I'm in my last year" He answered. "You're in your second right, that's what you told me last night?"
She nodded. "Well, it could have been worse"
"Thanks?"
"From me, that's a compliment" She answered, smiling genuinely at him.
(650): the ice cream truck is coming omgomg
(1-650): dude, it's 2 am.
(650): but its COMING
Lay on the floor of the girls living room, Mike tossed and turned a little to get to sleep. He'd drew the short straw, literally. Mercedes had told them she'd bunk with Rachel so that one of them could have her bed and Puck had won that one. Kurt and Santana had bunked together and Sam, the jammy shit had got the last bed which meant he was sleeping downstairs, alone.
Why he was sleeping on the floor and not the sofa was another question entirely.
The house was silent, except for the drip of the tap and Puck's snores, yeah, definitely Puck's, so when another noise invaded his hearing, Mike sat up, looking around.
The ice cream truck, that was most certainly the ice cream truck tune he could hear, at 2am. How could he be that lucky?
[To]Sam: the ice cream truck is coming, omgomg. get down here now, we have to get some!
[From]Sam: dude, it's 2am.
Mike frowned, well of course he knew that, he wasn't dumb, he could read the time.
[To]Sam: but it's COMING!
Mike waited for any kind of reply, frowning as he didn't get one. Looking at the time, it was 2:10am and he could still hear the ice cream truck. Taking it up on himself, he pulled his sweats on and picked his wallet up, heading for the door.
"Dude, where the fuck are you going?" Sam yawned, running a hand through his hair.
"The ice cream truck is coming, I told you!" Mike answered, stomping his foot a little as Sam shook his head, pulling Mike's arm top move him from the door.
"No, it isn't. It's 2am dude, the ice cream dude is asleep right now"
"I can hear it, listen" Mike argued.
Sam stood still for a few moments, before shaking his head. "No, you're hearing things, there is no ice cream truck coming. Now, go to sleep"
"But it's out there" Mike began to get upset that his best friend wasn't listening to him.
"No it's not" Sam answered. "Dude, we'll get you ice cream tomorrow, okay? For now, let's go watch TV or something until you fall asleep and I can head to bed without fear of you getting yourself lost in next to nothing in the middle of December"
(330): Nope changed our mind. Decided your strange bacon like body odor wasn't what we want to smell tonight.
Puck looked at his watch once more as he sat with Sam and Mike at a bar, drinks on the table, waiting for the girls to join them. They were having their weekly night out that didn't end in any of them being overly drunk, it was a nice change and it gave them all chance to really know about each others week.
"Dude, text them, they're like an hour late" Sam frowned.
"Why does it have to be me, why not one of you two?"
"Just do it, Puck" Mike rolled his eyes, standing up, motioning to the drinks. "Same again?"
"Please"
"Yeah, thanks dude" Puck answered, pulling his phone out before opening a new message, deciding Santana was more likely to answer him.
[To]San: Where are you, you guys are an hour late! Are you still coming out?
Puck thanked Mike has he came back a few minutes later, setting the drinks down, before his phone beeped indicating he had a message.
[From]San: Nope changed our mind. Decided your strange bacon like body odour wasn't what we want to smell tonight.
Puck growled, shaking his head. "Bitch"
[From]Rach: Ignore her Noah, I thought she rang you earlier to let you know, Mercedes isn't feeling very well so we decided to skip and look after her.
"Are they coming?"
"Nope, Cedes is ill so they're looking after her"
(814): dude stop sending me pictures of your dick in weird places. i get it. you rock out with your cock out.
Rachel turned her head to look up at Mike as his phone beeped one more, it had been beeping all night and she'd begun to get annoyed now, it was disturbing her film.
"Who the hell keeps texting you?"
"Puck, I told you" He answered, rolling his eyes and pressing delete again as the picture came up.
"Tell him to shut the hell up and text you tomorrow" She replied, curling back down. "Doesn't he understand the meaning of alone time?"
Mike went to answer as another message came through, Rachel taking his phone from him to look at the message.
"I wouldn't open that if I were you, Rach" He warned.
"Why not, we're all best friends right?" She replied, before shrieking and throwing his phone back at him.
"I told you"
"Why is Noah sending you pictures of his penis?"
"Because he's a complete idiot who needs help?" Mike asked. "Look, let me just text him back once more and then I'll turn my phone off completely, he's grossing me out"
[To]Puck: dude, stop sending me pictures of your dick in weird places. I get it, you rock out with your cock out. You're a disturbing human being.
(401): my mouth tastes like poor choices
Puck reached for the bottle of water he always kept next to his bed in desperation as he awoke, sitting up without opening his eyes and gulping as much down as he could. Pulling the bottle away, he gasped for air, finally opening his eyes, before cursing and closing them again, trying to block the light out. He really needed to learn to close his curtains before he went out and got drink.
After another two rounds of gulping water, Puck sighed, trying to scrub at his tongue as he stood, making his way down to the kitchen. Maybe juice would help.
Pulling the carton from the drink, he began to gulp that down, stopping as he spotted Mike smirking up at him from the table.
"You look like shit" He pointed out.
Puck growled, placing the juice back into the fridge before he frowned, why the fuck would that taste not leave?
"What the hell did I do last night?" Puck stuck his tongue out, trying to air it out. "My mouth tastes like poor choices"
"I'm not surprised" Mike laughed. "You drank some revolting shit last night and the girl you headed to the toilet with did not look like personal hygiene was top of her list"
Puck spun around, throwing up into the sink, before he growled washing his mouth out.
"Dude!"
"I'm just telling you the fucking truth" Mike defended. "It's not my fault you chase anything"
"Why didn't you stop me?"
"Santana tried but you wouldn't listen" Mike shrugged. "Have you tired cleaning your mouth out with mouth wash"
"It kind of feels better now I've puked, but I'll use that idea too" Puck grumbled, making his way towards the stairs. "I really need to stop drinking"
(601): You started laughing mid-cry and when I asked you said, "my tears taste like vodka."
Mercedes rolled her eyes as Rachel slumped on the sofa next to her, tears streaming down her face. Holding an arm out, Rachel curled into it, wrapping her arms around her best friend.
"What's with the tears?"
Mercedes knew it probably wasn't anything serious, Rachel could sometimes turn into the crying girl drunk depending on the poison Santana had gave her at the start of the night.
Mike and Puck joined the two in the living room and Mercedes looked to them for answers, Mike shrugging.
"She just randomly burst out crying and told us she needed to find you so you could give her one of your Cedes secret hugs" Puck answered.
Rolling her eyes, Mercedes rubbed Rachel's back gently, before pulling out her phone. Screw this, being the only sober one most of the time, she was going to get her own back. Snapping a picture of Rachel without her knowing, she glared over at the boys as they opened their mouths.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, before one of Rachel's sobs turned into a laugh and Mercedes pulled back confused.
"What's funny?"
"My tears taste like vodka"
Mercedes decided then and there to upload the picture to facebook.
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[To]Mercedes: Why is there a picture of me crying on facebook?
[To]Rach: You came crying to me last night and being the only sober one I decided to get my own back. I decided to upload it when you started laughing mid-cry and when I asked you said, "my tears taste like vodka".
[To]Rach: You are welcome.
(716): He bought me Ben & Jerrys and then apologized for the fact that he was going to fall asleep before we could have sex
"Hey Rae" Mike smiled as he leant forward to kiss her forehead as she let him through the front door.
"Hey. You look shattered, have you slept at all?" She asked, concerned as he yawned a little, rubbing a hand across his face.
"I had a few hours last night, but I worked late and then today I had that really long day of lectures" He shrugged, before holding up a bag for her to take.
Opening it, she smiled, surprised. "You brought Ben and Jerry's?"
He nodded, before smiling sweetly. "I uh... I brought it as part of an apology, I know what our plans for tonight were, but babe, I honestly don't think I'm going to be awake for much longer"
She giggled a little, part of her disappointed that they wouldn't be having sex tonight, but the whole thing was just too cute.
"C'mon you, we can just curl up in bed watching trashy TV and I can tuck into this"
He grinned down at her, pressing a proper kiss to her lips, before he made his way towards her room, letting her follow after she'd grabbed a spoon. She watched as he stripped down to his boxers, before curling down under the duvet, waiting for her to join.
Ten minutes later, she found him asleep, arm wrapped tightly around her. Setting the ice cream down on the side, she opened up a BBM conversation adding Mercedes and Santana into it.
R; Girls, you're safe to come home.
S; I thought the two of you were having this big shagging session?
R; He bought me Ben & Jerrys and then apologized for the fact he was going to fall asleep before we could have sex
Cedes; Aw! That's too cute. You two need to date already.
R; Whatever, just be quiet when you head home, he's sleeping here tonight.