Super, super late, but I don't want to leave my first Pezberry week unfinished.
Pezberry Week Day 6: Intoxication
AU for the most part. Disregard anything Santana related after graduation and the conversations with her mother. Does not include Joe, Rory, Sugar, or the new WMHS students from Season 4; Brittany graduated on time.
"Let's play a game!" Puck yelled.
The former New Directions, including Dave Karofsky and Sebastian Smythe, were sitting in the basement of Santana's New York home hanging around for Blaine's 21st birthday. The former Warbler wanted to do something small for his birthday and Santana offered her house and to buy any food or games Blaine wanted. Puck, of course, offered to buy the alcohol. So there they were sitting on the various faux leather couches and chairs that covered one half of the former Cheerio's basement.
"What do you have in mind?" Blaine asked, wary of the possible arrests... um, ideas.
"Truth or Dare?"
"Yeah, sure, I'm in," Everyone looked at Kurt in shock, they never expected him to be the first person to agree to a drinking game.
"No," they also never expected Santana Lopez to be the first person to say "no" to a drinking game.
"Why not?" Quinn asked raising a Fabrow at her best friend.
"Because the last thing I need is the neighbor's calling the cops on you guys or someone setting my pool on fire," dark eyes focused on Sam and Mike, who were trying to hide behind Dave and Finn. "I was a chemistry major and I'm still trying to figure out how you did that."
"How about a game of Truth?" Rachel suggested.
"How do you play that and is it a drinking game?" Sebastian asked.
Rachel shook her head at the former Warbler, "Yes it's a drinking game. We start with one person and they have to truthfully answer a question given by the person to their right. It can be any question they can answer verbally. If they choose not to answer they have to take a shot of whichever alcohol they are told." Almost everyone nodded their heads, liking the game so far. "The next person is chosen by the first victim... um, player and the previous player gets to ask the question. and It keeps going like that. Oh, and you cannot do more than two shots in a row." Rachel gave a pointed look at Santana. She had tried to play this game with the raven-haired girl before, but Santana took shot after shot, to avoid having to tell the truth.
"Sounds good, I guess that's what we're playing then," Dave said.
"Puck, Seb grab the booze and run upstairs and grab the shot glasses from the kitchen," Santana instructed. She signaled to Mike to help her move the couches and chairs out of the way, so everyone could sit on the floor in a circle.
Sebastian and Puck came stomping down the stairs both with armfuls of the alcohol Puck purchased and from Santana's liquor cabinet.
"Is that my good Mezcal?" Santana asked looking at the amber colored liquid Puck was trying to hide.
"Yeah, I was going to take it out once we all got drunk enough, so you wouldn't notice," Puck answered, "at least until I bought you a new one."
"Okay, now that we have the booze, let's the game begin!" Rachel yelled from her spot next to Brittany on the floor. the small brunette waited until everyone had found a spot on the floor and Santana Kurt had set up the alcohol and shot glasses in the middle of the circle-like shape they were in. "Okay, who wants to go first?"
Everyone looked around waiting for someone else to volunteer.
"If you don't volunteer I'm going pick someone." Rachel's friends sat silently avoiding the Broadway starlet's eyes. "Okay then, Brittany, you can go first," Rachel said looking at the blonde on her left. Brittany's eyes widened slightly before she gave a tentative nod. "Alright, how about we start with something easy? Who was your first kiss?"
All but three pairs of eyes flickered between the blonde dancer and their raven-haired hostess. After a few moments of silence Brittany finally spoke, "Quinn."
Almost everyone gave themselves whiplash, their heads immediately snapped in the direction of the journalist and top-selling author.
"Are you serious?!" Mercedes yelled looking back and forth between the two blondes.
Brittany looked at Quinn and waited until the shorter blonde gave her an almost imperceptible nod before speaking, "Yeah, we were 14. It was just after I had moved here, before Cheerios camp."
"Wow. So Brittany was your first kiss Quinn?" Kurt asked, his face full of curiosity.
"We're not gonna talk about that. Brittany pick someone to go next, please."
Brittany looked around the circle before her blue eyes landed on Puck. "Puckerman."
His eyes widened before his lips curled into a challenging smirk, "Alright, ask away."
Forget easy. "Did you really sleep with Shelby Corcoran?"
Puck hesitated. he looked back and forth between Brittany and the bottles of alcohol in the center of the circle.
"Well, come on Noah, did you really sleep with my mother or not?" Rachel asked staring at her best friend with a slight smirk on her face.
After demonstrating his impression of a fish, Puck grabbed a shot glass and the closest bottle of tequila.
"What's wrong Puckerman? Don't want to admit you lied about yet another MILF?" Santana asked, her head cocked as she watched her so-called lesbro down a straight shot of Don Julio. Puck knew exactly what she was talking about, the one woman (as far as she knew) he had lied to Santana about.
"You know what... Santana, you're next." He thought he could bring Santana down a peg. No one had seen their resident Latina after their high school graduation. She showed up again when Rachel had invited them to her NYADA graduation and the opening night of her first Broadway performance six months prior. He suspected Quinn knew where Santana had been, but she always told him otherwise.
"Bring it." Santana had a feeling Puck was going to ask about what she did after graduation.
"How'd you get this house?" Noah didn't think Santana had just outright bought the house they were currently in. It was way to big for a college undergrad (did she even graduate?) to afford. The house had six bedrooms, four of them had en suites, a full finished basement, 2 full bathrooms, a finished attic, a living room the same size as McKinley's choir room, a pool in the back and a pool house she used as an entertainment/game area.
"That's a dumb question," Santana said looking at Puck, she knew what he was trying to do. When Santana left after graduation, she didn't tell anyone where she was going, not even her mother or Brittany. She was considering taking a shot just to annoy the former football player, until she looked at Rachel.
Rachel, Quinn, and Santana had played the game of truth once before, after Santana made her reappearance, and every time Santana was asked a personal question, she refused to answer it. Santana is the reason Rachel put the two shot limit on the players. So she thought twice about taking a shot to piss of Noah, Rachel's just gonna ask me a question later when I'm forced to answer it.
"I bought it," Santana stated.
"How in the world did you buy this? This had to cost at least a few hundred thousand dollars?" Blaine asked, pulling the cupcake he had been eating away from his mouth.
"Something like that," Santana responded cryptically. "I have my ways. Ways that do not need to be explained to all of you." When Kurt and Mercedes looked as if they wanted to respond, but Santana cut them of with a curt, "Dave."
Half of the basement's occupants raised an eyebrow until they remembered Karofsky did indeed have a first name.
"Let's go, Lopez."
"What's his name and where?"
Everyone turned a confused face to Santana, even Quinn, who seemed to know a lot more about the other girl than she let on. The blonde had quickly figured out that Santana always knew something about everyone that even the person didn't know.
"I've seen you look at your phone like 10 times in the last 20 minutes. I saw the flash go off earlier when you got a text," Santana explained, never taking her eyes off of Karofsky. "The guy you're texting, what's his name and where did you meet him?"
Dave began to blush when he realized he had been caught. "Aaron, his name is Aaron Lucas. We met at school, he was the quarterback for our opponent at the last game of the season."
"Ooh, look at you!" Brittany yelled. "Dave got himself a big, strong man!"
Karofsky blushed even more at Brittany's comments.
"Okay, okay. Britt leave him alone," Quinn said, chuckling at the sight of McKinley's former bully blushing like a preteen girl. "Pick someone Dave."
"Quinn." The blonde raised a challenging eyebrow.
"And to think I just saved you from a curious Brittany."
Ignoring the smirk he was getting from the Unholy Trinity, Dave asked, "Who was your first kiss, Quinn?"
Chuckling at the former college football player, Quinn glanced at Santana and Brittany. She received an almost imperceptible nod from her best friend. "Santana."
"Wait, what? I thought Brittany was your first kiss," Tina said looking at the hazel-eyed woman.
"I was Britt's first kiss, she was mine, though. San and I knew each other before Brittany moved here."
"I thought you two," Kurt pointed between The former Cheerio captains, "met in like the 6th grade."
"Actually we knew each other way before that," Santana responded smiling at Quinn.
"Judging by the look on your face, this game is going to be pretty interesting."
2 Bottles of Tequila and 1 Bottle of Scotch later
"I choose Santana," a swaying Mercedes slurred. After having to confess to being jealous of Santana's voice during Whitney Week and the Adele mash-up, Mercedes was determined to get back at raven-haired girl.
"Bring it, bitch." As the night went on and the shots were taken, Santana was forced to answer questions about her whereabouts for the past four years. she was careful to watch who was calling on who. She knew Rachel and Puck would choose her every chance they got, so she made sure she didn't reach her "two shot limit" by the time it was Rachel's turn. Puck was leaving the hard questions to his Jew Princess. Unfortunately she had taken her second shot of vodka when Rachel chose her just a few minutes before.
Mercedes gave a slight frown when she registered what Santana had just called her. "Alright, where did you go after graduation? Since you didn't even go to the famous Puckerman Grad Party."
Santana took a deep breath and looked around the circle. Quinn and Brittany had moved next to Santana at some point, Quinn had her bare feet in the taller blonde's lap and her head on the nearest couch. Rachel was leaning on Santana's right shoulder, playing with her former duet partner's fingers. Puck was lying on his stomach across next to the half-conscious Finn, who was slumped with his back on the other couch. Karofsky and Sebastian were lying close together in the center of what used to be a circle. Blaine was wiping the cupcake icing from his face that the incredibly-happy-drunks Kurt and Sam decided to paint his face with. A shirtless Mike was hanging upside down off the nearest couch, stealing the icing from the cupcakes Tina and Artie, who were both sitting on the floor, were eating.
Santana looked back at Mercedes with a straight face, at least the straightest one a drunk person can muster. "England."
Mercedes and Puck both looked up, "What?"
"I went to England after graduation. I got on a plane right after we took that group picture."
"Why?" Mercedes asked.
"Uh uh, it's my turn now," the former cheerleader took one more look around at her former teammates, "but judging by the states of undress and the emotional roller coasters we are all approaching, I'm calling an end to this game."
Groans of protest came from the McKinley High alumni and Sebastian and single cheer from one of the blondes to Santana's left. Santana struggled to stand with the amount of alcohol in her system plus the added weight of a Broadway star attached to her arm.
"Everyone pick a spot, either down here or upstairs," Santana said after finally standing up and steadying herself and Rachel. "Birthday boy gets a room, my girls are coming with me, and Artie gets a pull-out in the den close to the bathroom; lucky for you that's the comfortable one." Santana made her way toward the stairs and turned back to see Brittany and Quinn helping each other off the floor and the former football players, deciding who was dragging, the now unconscious Finn and wheeling the very drunk Artie to the elevator on the other side of the basement. "Bowtie, Porcelain follow me."
After everyone settled in their spots for the night, on top of pillows and comforters, Rachel and Santana lay facing each other in the taller woman's bed. Santana had her right hand under her head and pillow and her left hand settled on Rachel's right hip. Rachel was playing with the other woman's fingers.
Looking in to the brown eyes of her friend, Rachel, with a slight slur, asked, "What was in England that you had to leave so suddenly?"
Santana took a deep breath and answered, "Oxford. I went to University of Oxford. I didn't find out I got accepted until after I told everyone about University of Louisville."
"Why didn't you tell me? I could have at least said goodbye." Santana could see the tears welling up in Rachel's big brown eyes.
"No, no crying," She said running her hand up and down Rachel's side, "If anyone is going to be a weepy drunk, it's me. I didn't say anything because I was afraid that if I saw you before I left that I would not have gotten on that plane. I would have missed you too much; more than I already did."
"You would have missed me?"
"Yeah of course. My friendship with you was stronger than the one I have with Quinn; it took us years to get where it only took you and I days. You see, even now, Q and I didn't have these drunken confessions until junior year, that's ten years after we met. When I'm with you I don't have to hide behind the anger and sarcasm, I can be myself with you, Rachel."
"Aww, Santana," Rachel pulled Santana close and buried her face to the other woman's neck. Santana could feel Rachel's tears on her neck.
"Hugs without warnings, yeah, you're gonna have one hell of a hangover."
The Next Morning
Blaine and Kurt made their way down the stairs and shuffled into the kitchen, bumping in to the furniture along the way trying to block out the sunlight streaming in from all the windows that Santana made sure were uncovered.
"Good morning sleepyheads!" They jumped from the volume of Santana's voice and winced from the pain from her volume and their reaction.
"Don't worry everyone else got the same greeting," Tina said from her seat at the dining room table.
"Want some breakfast?" Santana asked just as loud as before.
"Yeah, sure," Kurt mumbled. Santana placed two plates with pancakes and fruit in front of the two men at the island. Kurt looked at the Latina, who was now leaning with her back to the sink across from him, to see Rachel attached to the woman's from and Santana with a smile on her face.
"So, Blaine," Sebastian said from his spot on the floor next to the island, "Did you enjoy your birthday?"
"Getting shitfaced with Santana Lopez and Noah Puckerman, finding out secrets about my friends, and cupcakes... Best birthday ever!"
Santana smirked as everyone else winced in pain. "Your welcome."