Santana, wake up!" Brittany's leaning over me, looking into my eyes like she's looking for lost treasure or something.
"I'm awake..." I mumble.
"You were out all night last night!" She screams at me, pacing the room.
"So what?" I ask, not raising my voice at all.
"Santana, you're killing yourself!"
"No, I'm not. I'm fine. Really."
"You're not fine! Look at you!"
"You know...I would, if I could stand up." I giggle.
"San, this isn't funny!" She stops pacing and runs her fingers through her hair.
"Okay." I say.
"I want you to stop drinking every single night."
"No. That's unfair of you to ask that of me. You're not my mother. I can handle myself, Brittany."
"Santana, I know I'm not your mother..." Her voice drops, "It's just, I am really worried about you."
"Why?"
"You know why. Ever since the accident, you've been out of control."
"No, I haven't. I don't even think about the accident any more. It's done, over. There's nothing I can do about it now..."
"You know that's not what I mean. What I mean is, you're drinking to make the feelings, caused by the accident to go away. Santana, I know what you're like. You really are killing yourself. You've gotten drunk every night for the past four weeks. How long do you think your liver is going to last before it's had enough?" Is she seriously going there right now?
"You're not a doctor. Leave me alone...Or get me an aspirin. Either one would be appreciated right now." I say, looking around for the rest of my clothes.
"I can't believe you're acting like this, Santana."
"Oh, don't sound so disappointed...How did I get home last night?"
"Rachel bought you. I went looking for you, but you were no where to be seen. I called her and she went out with her body guard and found you. Santana, you weren't even concious when she found you."
"Big deal. I pass out all the time."
"That's not good for your brain!" She screams.
I clutch the side of my head in agony and lie back down on the couch, "Neither is you screaming at me."
"Whatever. We have a Physics lecture in one hour. You better be there." She placed two aspirin and glass of water on the table in front of me, grabbed her keys and walked out the front door.
Rachel is a broad-way star, her body guard goes everywhere with her, they're inseparable. She's dating Jesse St James...He was our competition when we were in the High School Glee Club.
Rachel's birth mother; Shelby Corcoran made Jesse hang out with Rachel and start dating her, so that Rachel would find out that Shelby is her real mother. Shelby gave Rachel to her two gay dads the day she was born, without even getting a hug.
After Rachel found out about Shelby, Jesse was already in love with Rachel and they continued dating on and off and now they're together full time.
I needed to call Rachel and thank her for bringing me home safely.
"Rachel," I say into the phone.
"Santana, you're awake?" She asked.
"Yes...Brittany's the one to thank for that."
"How are you feeling?"
"I've seen better days...Look, thanks for bringing me home last night. I'm sure you man handled me, and I probably hated you for it then...but thanks." I say.
"I didn't man handle you, Santana. My bodyguard did...and you weren't even awake for half of it. Santana, you need to stop doing this to yourself."
"Not you, too. I just got a lecture from Brittany about the same thing. Honestly, I'm fine."
"Santana, you're not fine and we are all in this together...We are all here for you and we are all trying to help you, but you keep pushing us away. You need to get help, Santana."
"No. I don't. Don't try and tell me what I need. I am fine."
"Look, I'm sorry...But, Santana...You need to let someone in."
"Well, it's not going to happen. I'm sorry. Goodbye Rachel, thanks for last night." With that I end the call and throw my phone back onto the couch beside me.
The aspirin starts to kick in and I stand up and head towards the shower.
"Need to let someone in...What is she talking about?" I mutter.
I have a quick shower, washing all the muck from last night off of me, washing my hair and shaving my legs.
"I'm home!" Puck calls out, slamming the front door behind him.
"In the bathroom!" I call out, listening to the footsteps walking towards me.
"How are you, party princess?" He winks.
"Stop staring at my boobs, Puckerman. You can't have them." I reply, wrapping a towel around my chest.
"I wasn't...Actually, yes I was. Anyway, figured out how to get Miss Fabray into bed with you yet?"
"Maybe I have..." I say.
"Or maybe you haven't and you don't even know her first name..."
"How do you know her first name?!" I exclaim.
"Oh you know...I have my ways."
"What is it then?"
"Quinn."
"No way, that's so hot." Quinn. Quinn Fabray. I want me a piece of Quinn Fabray.
"What if she's totally not even leaning towards lesbian and won't have sex with a girl?"
"Then you win by default and you have to live with that for the rest of your life." I reply.
"I won't win by default, I'll just fuck her before you!" He poked his tongue out.
"Fuck off, Puckerman." I spat.
"Don't like the sound of losing, do we?"
"I said fuck off."
Puckerman walked off in defeat to his own room, while I unwrapped the towel from my naked body and dressed into a pair of red skinny jeans and a black tank top. My head is still sore, and I don't dare to even try and eat breakfast. That won't stay down for long.
Instead, I walk to the kitchen and drink a disgusting Hydralyte juice. Those things gross me out so much. Puck enters the lounge room, "Are you going to your lectures today?"
"Britt was pretty mad this morning, said I had to be at the Physics lecture...So I'll go to that one. I honestly don't even know what other lectures I have today." I shrug and gulp down a large glass of water, to follow the absolutely gross Hydralyte.
"San, you need to clean up your act."
"No, I don't. Fuck off. Okay? I don't need you coming in here and telling me what's 'Best for me', because you've got no idea! You can't tell me what's best for me! It's all bullshit! What's best for me is drinking. Brittany was right, I drink to make the bad feelings go away! I can't live with those feelings, you've got no fucking idea!" I scream at him, until I start screaming Spanish I know he wont understand, "No me gusta!"
"Santana, calm down!" I lunge at him with a clenched fist, swinging at his face, but he ducks and I stumble forward, tears falling down my face and still yelling in Spanish.
He grabs my waist from behind, when I tried to turn around and swing at him again.
"It's okay," He says in a calm voice.
"No! It's not okay!" I scream. I fall into his arms, causing us to both crumble on to the floor. He rocks me back and forth until I start to calm down a little bit, neither one of us says anything. I start to breath slower and sit up straighter.
"Better?" He asks me, looking deep into my eyes, like Brittany was this morning.
"Yeah," I sniffle, "Sorry about that..."
"Santana, it's okay, I get that sometimes you have to cry...Crying is healthy. Drinking every night is not. Stay home with me tonight? We can get a couple of movies, order pizza." He raises an eyebrow at me, and I just shrug.
"I'm not making any promises." I say, standing up with wobbly legs.
"San," He groans.
"I need to do my make up," I say, walking to my bedroom.