Author's Note: So I've been having writer's block lately, but after watch Tuesday Glee episode the block disappeared. I was a little pissed at the lack of Brittana action during the drunken party. Yes, I loved the body shot, but come on they were playing spin the bottle perfect opportunity. So I decided to speed up my story a tad and include this episode in it. Thanks to everyone who keeps reading and the comments are amazing as usually . Anyway, new update ENJOY
ONE MONTH LATER
Chapter Ten
Brittany's POV
"Santittany and Artcedes here," Santana says to Puck over the phone. I think it's cute that she mashed out names, but I kind of like Brittana better. Both are really catchy. Our relationship has been great these last few weeks. We are inseparable, except for classes we don't have together. My mom absolutely loves Santana as my girlfriend. During our dinner a month ago, Santana charmed her way into my mom's heart even more so than before because my mom has always loved Santana. But now she loves her more as my girlfriend. She thinks we're adorable together. Having a mom that supportive makes me appreciate her more and more each day and realize how lucky I am to have my mom.
So this weekend, Rachel has the house to herself and is allowing the glee club to have a party there. Santana's trying to work out the alcohol situation because she refuses to be at Rachel's sober. Personally I don't care about the alcohol. I'm just happy that I can be at a party with my girlfriend without having to act like we're just friends. I'm not going to pressure Santana into coming out. That's a big step and she has to feel ready before she can take that step.
Saturday arrives quickly and Santana picks me up at eight. We aren't heading to Rachel's until ten, but she's taking me out to Breadsticks before hand. Yes, it's a date, but only we know that. I'm finishing up my make-up when I hear the doorbell ring. My mom gets the door and yells up, "Brittany, Santana's here!"
"I'll be right down!" I yell back. I quickly finish my make-up and grab my purse. I start walking down the stares when I see Santana standing there talking to my mom. She looks up at me and our eyes meet.
"Wow," she says and I absolutely love that look on her face. It's that look that says 'your beautiful and I'm breathless.' She gets that look a lot around me and it makes my heart flutter each time.
"Hey babe," I say hugging her and giving her a peck on the lips. My mom doesn't care about the loving affection. She just looks at us adoringly.
"Hey gorgeous, you look beautiful tonight," Santana says and I blush.
"Thanks and you look damn hot," I say and now it's Santana's time to blush, which makes me laugh.
"Ready to go?"
"Yep," I say and we head to her car.
Breadsticks is wonderful as always. Actually any meal with Santana is wonderful. I just love being with her and around her. We head over to Rachel's at ten and when we get there we are shocked. Nothing's happening and Rachel is wearing some weird green dress thing. Honestly, I don't know what that is and I'm really considering taking her shopping with me next week.
"Santana, Brittany I'm so glad you could make it," Rachel says then hands us two tickets each for wine coolers.
I gracious take the tickets while Santana glares at Rachel, probably because of the lack of alcohol being served and that she's here sober. I drag Santana by the hand over to couch. I sit down and pull her into my lap.
"Just relax," I whisper into her ear and I physically feel the tension leave her body. "I love you."
She smiles and whispers 'I love you, too' into my ear. Luckily, Puck is able to talk Rachel into breaking into her fathers' liquor cabinet. Santana is the first to grab the first bottle of Vodka out of Puck's hand. She quickly goes to the bar and mixes two drinks then hands me one. Santana can mix some pretty mean drinks. She should consider bartending. Most people are tipsy after one full cup of mix liquor, but Santana and I are pros so we're okay. I decide to have a look in the cabinet and find a bottle of tequila. I see lime and tequila and my mind goes instantly to body shots.
"Santana come here," I yell over the music. I clear off a table and take my shirt off. I think Santana might have been a jealous that all the guys were staring at me, but once she saw the salt, lime, and tequila she quickly walks over to me.
"Body shots babe!" I exclaim and lay down on the table. I can already see how dark Santana's eyes are.
"Oh let's show these glee clubbers how a proper body shot is done. Everyone gather around," Santana says.
Santana licks an area above my navel then pours salt on the area she licked. I grab a lime and put it in my mouth. Santana leans down and licks the salt off my abs, slams back the shot of tequila, and then uses her mouth to take the lime out of my mouth. I can see all the guys' jaws on the floor and it makes me chuckle.
"Oh I wanna try," Artie says and Santana looks like she's going to kill him.
"Babe it's okay. Let him lick the salt and I'll just hand him the lime," I say. This makes Santana a little less angry, but Artie looks a little sadden. I mean he can't honestly believe I was going to let him take the lime from my mouth. San owns these lips.
Puck, Artie, Finn, and even Quinn take a body shot until Santana can't take it anymore, which was fine with me. An hour and a half has gone by and I know I'm tipsy and so is Santana. We're sitting on the couch watching the others and laughing because they really are funny drunks.
"Rachel is so wasted," Santana says.
"Yeah, it's really funny."
"You know she should be drunk more often because she's actually tolerable intoxicated."
"Oh, be nice San," I say lightly smacking her arm. I place my hand on her thigh and begin to lazily draw patterns.
Santana looks down at my hand then back to my eyes, but I can see her eyes shift to my lips. Unconsciously I lick my lips and she leans in and attaches her lips to mine in a heated kiss. Santana decides she doesn't like her spot and moves to straddle me. We passionately make out on the couch. My hands roaming from her hips to her ass and back as she buries her hands into my blonde hair.
NO ONE'S POV
Finn explains drunken girls to Rachel. "Exhibit A, Quinn and Lauren, angry girl drunk." Cut to Quinn and Lauren yelling angrily at Puck. "Exhibit B, happy girl drunk, Mercedes and Tina." Mercedes and Tina are laughing hysterically on the floor. "Exhibit C, horny drunk." Santana and Brittany heavily making out on the couch. "And then we come full circle, needy drunk."
Brittany's POV
Air becomes an issue and we part briefly before Santana starts kissing my neck. Things are heading in a dangerous direction fast because I know if we don't stop we never will. I hear Rachel yell spin the bottle.
"Santana, let's play," I say.
She groans a little. "Oh come on, San, you love spin the bottle."
"It's true, but there's only one person here I want to kiss," she says and I instantly smile.
"I know babe, but we're heading in a dangerous direction."
She nods understanding what I mean and we join the circle. Santana sits kind of to the side of me, but has her arm wrapped around my waist. Sam spins first and it lands on me. I get up for the kiss, but Santana quickly interrupts.
"Holds up. Just remember bottle blonde who owns those perky lips," San says in her "tough ghetto" voice.
Sam and I kiss and I have to admit he's a horrible kisser. He keeps wanting more, but after five seconds I pull away and turn to see a really pissed off Santana.
"Babe, it's just a game," I whisper into his ear. I take her ear lobe between my teeth and bite a little. "Besides he's not nearly as good as you."
"Damn straight," she says and gives me a passionate kiss.
Blaine spins next and it lands on Rachel. They share a good kiss and then Rachel announces she's found a new duet partner. They get up on her stage and begin singing "Don't You Want Me." San and I are back on the couch, but she's seated on my lap. As Rachel and Blaine sing Santana bites and licks my neck. She makes her way up my jaw to my ear.
"You're gorgeous," she whispers.
"You're beautiful," I whisper back.
In a low husky, seductive voice, Santana says, "I want you."
I swallow hard because usually what Santana wants she gets. She grabs my hand and we sneak out of the basement without anyone noticing. We go upstairs and find a room that's hopefully the guest room because having sex in Rachel's room would be weird. When we're inside the room Santana pushes me towards the bed and crawls on top of me.
Two hours later, I roll off Santana breathing heavily. "Wow," she breathes out still trying to catch her breath.
I laugh a little. She rolls over and curls into my side. I wrap my arm around her waist as her arm lays lazily on my stomach. I can tell she's about to go to sleep, which isn't a good idea.
"We cannot fall asleep in here," I say.
"Babe, you just wore me down. I needs my sleep," San mumbles into my neck.
"Okay, I'll get Finn to drive us home and you can fall asleep in my bed," I suggest.
This manages to get San out of bed. We quickly get dressed and go back to the basement. Most people are passed out and we talk Finn into taking us home. I begin sobering up, but Santana is crashing fast from the alcohol. I help Santana into my room and have her change into a pair of short shorts and a tank top. Once she's under the covers she passes out immediately. I change and snuggle up behind her so I'm spooning her.
Monday rolls around and every glee member looks like hell. Everyone is still hungover and Artie is passing out Bloody Marys. Santana takes a drink and I take one too, but that's all I take. San does more than me, which she'll totally regret later. In glee, we sing "Blame It On the Alcohol" and at the end of the performance Mr. Shue is giving us a lecture about alcohol poisoning. I hear someone sniffling next to me and see Santana with tears in her eyes.
"Santana, are you crying?" Mr. Shue asks shocked.
"No, I'm okay," she answers, but she's clearly crying.
I pull her into my arms and she rests her head on my shoulder. "Ssh, it's going to be okay," I whisper to her trying to calm her down. I place a kiss on her forehead and she begins calming down. Santana can sometimes be a crying drunk. She'll just cry for no reason and I will admit it's cute sometimes, but it can be annoying. Right now it's cute.
The rest of the week isn't much better. Everyone is still drinking a lot and we decide to do "Tik Tok" for the assembly. They've actually given the song to me and I'm so excited. I love Ke$ha so much. But we barely practice and we're about to go on stage and I'm nervous.
"Britt, you're gonna do great," Santana says trying to calm my nervous. She's running her hand in small circles over my back.
"Ke$ha has been an icon for weeks. I just want to do her justice," I say.
Rachel approaches us and hands us cups to cool our nerves. It's some alcoholic concoction she created. I decide to take a drink to cool my nerves. Everyone heads out on stage and we start performing. I'm doing great. My dance moves are awesome, but I begin to feel really, really sick. And at the end of the show I'm running off stage and throwing up in the nearest trashcan, unfortunately in front of the whole school. I feel someone rubbing my back and through blurry eyes I see Santana smiling sweetly at me.
She takes me home and puts me in bed. "I'm sorry," I say as she puts a trashcan beside my bed.
"Oh babe, it's not your fault. None of us should've drunk Berry's mix." Santana runs her fingers through my hair. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Will you hold me?" I ask like a small child.
Santana smiles and crawls into bed with me. I curl into her body and as she runs her fingers throw my hair I begin to fall sleep. But before my peaceful slumber over takes me, Santana kisses my forehead and whispers, "I love you, B."
"I love you too, S," I say and then pass out into a deep sleep.
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