A/N: Well, hello again and sorry about the delay but I have way too many things to do and I don't have too much time for writing. Thanks for reading!
No, I don't own Glee. Were I the owner of that programme Brittana and Klaine would appear more. A lot more. (Brittana... *sighs*)
The Happy Drunk
Throwing a party at Rachel's was always funny. At first, she would start bitching about what was supposed to do, rubbing some weird schedules on your face and threatening your life if you even thought about standing up in the dryer. Then, Puck would carry the alcohol and the fun would start.
That was how Artie's birthday started. It was strange to celebrate Artie's party at Rachel's, but his house was under construction right then and having a party there would have been annoying as hell. So, Artie managed to convince his mother that celebrating his birthday in Rachel's house would be much more secure as there was no risk that one of them would end with a balk embed to their head. Rachel agreed in celebrating his birthday in her house because her fathers were celebrating their anniversary in Florida and anyway, they hadn't had a party for a long time.
The party was starting to get funny and they all were chatting and dancing happily. The alcohol ran freely and they still were sober enough to not fall in their typical stereotypes. However, this changed quickly. Santana sat in a spot far away from the party grabbing a bottle of a strange mix Puck had prepared. She was staring at Brittany like a shark would watch his prey, who was taking of her shirt and throwing it to the roof while dancing in a very strip-like way. It was a gift for Artie, she said, but everybody knew that it was the alcohol talking and not Brittany. Rachel was clinging to Finn, and Finn was just trying to not take some shocks and shove them in her mouth. Not that he would really do that, she was his girlfriend after all, but he was on the edge of doing something he would later regret. Like, break up with her for the 2654646 th time. Tina and Mercedes were beginning to laugh too much and surprisingly, Kurt was with them doing the same thing. Puck was starting to get too handy with Quinn, even though she wouldn't let him do anything because she was shoving and yelling him angrily.
—Owrr… Quinn has claws… Puck, be care- —started to purr Mercedes but didn't end the sentence because she began giggling like crazy. Tina was laughing a lot too, to the point that she was in the floor holding her stomach.
Puck didn't even bother reply and started kissing Quinn's neck. She, however, glared at them almost growling. And that was pretty scary because she was very drunk.
—If you don't shut the fuck up you'll know exactly how are my claws!—said and tried to detach Puck from her neck. — And you, asshole! I swear, if you don't stop-!
—Quinn, don't be like that! You are practically throwing yourself to him! —said Kurt with a giggle and it was true. Even though she was shoving Puck's head away from her neck she was sitting in his lap and wasn't exactly trying to move away. She moving, but not away.
—Oh God, I think I'd rather you were depressed Mr. Bambi!—yelled Quinn.
—Don't mention my childhood favorite character while doing things with Puck! You're tainting my memories! By the way, I'd rather you were fucking Puck in a closed room and I'm not complaining! Wait… I'm complaining now! Or maybe… —he remained silent for about 3 seconds and started to laugh again. Tina and Mercedes did the same.
—What the hell is wrong with you? —said in disbelief Quinn.
—I don't know, I'm kinda drunk! You know, the alcohol tends to do this… You can't think straight…
—Kurt, you never never think straight! —said Tina and exploded laughing and throwing herself again to the floor.
—What do you…? Ah! —Kurt was starting to cry for all the laughter. He wiped the tears away but more tears replaced them.
—Boo, she is right there! And… Oh Lord, go to a closet or something! —managed to say Merecedes before bursting in laughter.
Puck and Quinn were making out in the couch and they were starting to get too handy.
—But then they'd have to out of the closet! — said Tina between giggle and giggle.
—You want any lesson? —said Kurt
—From you, Mellencamp? In your dreams! —shouted Quinn before attacking Puck's lips again.
—You know you loved it, baby. —said Kurt in a really deep and low voice, like he did in "Give Up The Funk". Tina stood up and hugged him clumsily laughing some more.
—I think you're mixing things, boy. —said Mercedes with a huge grin in her face.
—Where is the frog!? —Brittany yelled from the spot where she was dancing. —I want a frog! Lord Tubbington says that if I get him a frog he will love me again!
Tina, Mercedes and Kurt looked at each other and started laughing again.
—I'm serious! —said Brittany pouting. —Santana, tell them something!
Santana glared at them and if looks could kill they'd already be six feet underground. But then, she looked at Brittany and looked again the bottle she was holding. Without hesitation she took a long, and when I mean long, I mean long sip from the bottle and sobbed a bit. And then, some more. Tina, Mercedes and Kurt laughed more and fell to the floor. Tina just laid there, unable to stand up again and Mike threw himself beside her. They started making out almost instantly.
—Oh, c'mon. You too, Tina? You're betraying us! —said Kurt and frowned. Mercedes had stopped laughing and was falling asleep there, in the floor. —Mercedes, don't let me alone in this love nest! —he begged at no avail as she was already sleeping soundly. —Well… Sleep… Lucky bitch… —said sighing.
He stood up with difficulty and swayed his way to the armchair next to the couch were Rachel was hugging Finn. He dropped himself there and giggled without reason. The brunette wondered how Finn could even breath with Rachel hugging him so much, let alone talk to her like a normal person and not kill her. He imagined what would be like to shove a shock in her big mouth and he concluded that it would be fine. Really fine. Amazing.
—Rachel, let the poor man breath! —Rachel ignored him and hugged even tighter Finn.
Finn just sighed and looked Kurt. They shared a knowing look and Kurt snorted.
—God, he is way too good for his own sake… —said shaking his head. He giggled, thinking about shoving some shocks in Rachel's mouth and fell asleep.