AN- Ahhh I'm sorry for how late this is, but unfortunately it's going to be a common thing now that I've started Uni :( which means I'm just going to have to make the chapters super awesome to keep you guys interested.
I also went I Amsterdam…
OH SWEET LORD I HAVE 100 REVIEWS (did I mention my undying love to you all)
feedmeadeadmau5- Exclamation points must mean you're excited! And yeah Blaine does like dancing...
nayalove- But we all know Brittana is endgame ;)
BetTheDuckisInTheHat- Yeah I agree Jealous!Britt is really hot! I hoped people would appreciate Rachel throwing up on Finn :')
Francis- Aww thanks!
DeGleesi- Yay for the sweetness :D and Brittany can definitely have her protective (jealous) moments for sure ;)
AlessandraFelix- Ahh thanks, you were really helpful! and I am British which does clearly mean I'm not as sure about American terms. But I don't know what would be better, writing as I usually would, being British...Or using American terms, but incorrectly. But whenever possible I try to keep it 'Americanised' andI hope it wouldn't effect you reading it.
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naynay1963- Oop. Hope you weren't offended ;) and maybe, I can see them getting 'steamy' I DO SUCK, I APOLOGIZE.
OH and the lyrics I used in the last chapter were from Passion Pit- Little Secrets (I love that song…It's my ringtone and everything. ANYWAY)
Disclaimer-Unfortunately I don't own Glee. All mistakes are mine.
M- for ass kicking, language and lady loving in later chapters
Santana's POV
Urgh god I can't feel my face. Why is this happening to me…Is this hell? I'M DEAD AREN'T I? I thought this wouldn't happen for a long time yet. I'm too freaking young to die. I have so much I want to see, so many things I want to do. Okay. Scratch that I have so many people I want to do. Wait no. I don't think hell would be this comfy. I'm in bed right? Right?!
Mentally preparing myself of the horrors that may await when I open my eyes. If I open them. Might just keep then shut like a…mole or something. Resisting the urge to gag as I feel last night's alcohol churning away in my stomach. Urgh What did I have? Stretching my arm out to the side, Slowly slooooowly As I felt for Brittany beside me, my face scrunching up when all I got was a handful of pillow. A slightly damp pillow. Sweet Jesus Christ on a bike. She melted! Brittany!
Sitting bolt upright immediately. Regretting it about 0.3248 seconds later when I felt the contents of my stomach turn again, while being simultaneously blinded by the sunlight pouring in from through the curtains that I mustn't have thought to close last night. Twisting and turning away from the dazzling light, tangling myself in the covers and pulling them over my head. I need a new plan. I groaned loudly, still feeling slightly woozy at all of the sudden movement. Laying back into my pillow and taking steadying breaths until everything stopped spinning.
Okay. Go go go. But slowly, there will be no throwing up, not today. Rolling my body at a snail's pace to get into a sitting position, still cocooned in my duvet, with my legs dangling over the side of the bed. Slowly getting to my feet. Right well I can't do this with my face covered. Wincing as I remover the covers from my face, as painlessly as possible, my eyes scrunched tightly closed as I dropped them back to the bed. Trying to relax my eyes and get them accustomed to the light. Watching my eyelids gently open to see the brightened room.
Well fuck.
Squinting around the room I could see it was trashed, well from what I could tell nothing was broken, just in disarray. Like how in the hell did that lamp get up there? Glancing down at the bed where there was a total lack of Brittany, in her place a huge damp patch soaking the sheets. Wanky. Shaking my head at myself at the million and one 'wet' jokes that popped into my head. I mean I highly doubt she's melted, but I still have no idea where she is right now.
Wait…Where the hell are my clothes?
Realizing that somehow I had woken up in a lot less clothes than when I had left last night. Who the hell am I kidding, as if I'd know. I don't even remember going to bed, getting back here or about half of last night. But I know for sure I had been wearing a dress, my sexy as hell red one, that has now mysteriously disappeared from my own body. What the hell…
Running/Stumbling to the closest mirror I could find to examine this further, letting out a very uncharacteristic squeak as I take a look at myself. Firstly the array of bluish/purple bruises that were peppered across my collarbones and slightly against my neck were probably enough to shock me. But add that to the fact that somehow I had managed to lose my dress but keep my jacket on at some point last night. Frowning at the creases that had formed in it over a few hours of sleeping, trying to flatten them out with my hands. Fully aware that my bra and panties had clearly been on show to the world at some point. At least I was wearing my 'hot underwear' last night. And that they were at least a matching set. Trying to look on the bright side and brushing it off with the knowledge that I could have woken up wearing less.
Well I know I've looked better though. My hair sticking up at the weirdest of angles, growling each time a small tuft sprung back up after trying to flatten it down with my palm. The tear tracks that had ruined my makeup indicating that I'd also been crying, but that's not new information. If I drink, I cry. It's how it's always been. Probably always will. God I just hope Brittany didn't see me crying like a little bitch. Wait. Brittany.
Crap. My widened eyes reflected back at me in the mirror. Memo to self. Find her.
Walking unsteadily away from the mirror, a hard feat when hungover and trying to zip up a jacket in an attempt to preserve just a little bit of dignity. Leaning backwards to get a better view as I attempted to cram the zipper into it's corresponding zip…hole. What is that even called? Eventually, after several near misses, I just gave up all together, throwing the whole thing off. Looking for a sweater or vest or something to wear amongst the mess.
Why am I even bothering to wear this? Pulling the offending item over my head as I sighed, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Trying to tug possibly the skimpiest vest top I have ever owned to at least try to make it cover more skin than my bra, which was still visible, poking above the top's neckline. Giving up after the third try of trying to pull it over my stomach, raising my hands in defeat as the material sprang upwards each time. You have a closet, seriously, it's right there…Why are you rooting through clothes you've left on your floor. Silently berating myself as I began to now look for something to cover my lower half.
Got you. I grinned after about 10 minutes scanning items on the floor, and after changing into fresh pair of panties, pulling one of my favourite, comfiest, red sweatpants from under the bed. After shuffling around to the 'Brittany' side of the bed. I've been looking for these. Although clearly not hard enough, as I would have found them by now. Hunching over them, closing one eye as I lined up my foot with the leg of the pants. Easy now. Reminding myself that only 5 minutes ago I literally 'Got my panties in a bunch' Inching my foot slightly closer, swaying unsteadily on my right leg.
A small thump nearby caused me to lose my balance completely, causing me to crash to the floor right on my ass, my legs flailing and getting caught in the legs of the damn things. Well that's one way of getting dressed. If you're into severe bruising and nearly breaking your neck. I grimace, internally scolding whoever or whatever made that noise, whilst trying to wiggle my legs into their correct places, lying back on the carpet with my legs in the air. After finally donning more appropriate day wear I sank back into the floor, resting back on my hands trying to work out where that noise had come from.
And I guess I'd better look for Bri-
"Eww"
What even was that. Looking down at the deeper coloured patch in the thick fabric of the ground. Do I even want to know. Wiping my soaked hand against my top, my eyes following a trail of dark red splashes, until they stopped at the doorway. Like a breadcrumb trail. Although water instead. At least I hope its water. At that thought my hand rubs a little more frantically against the material, my mind immediately thinking of the many other fluids it possibly could be.
Hoisting myself back to my feet, using the nightstand beside the bed, careful to avoid any wet patches that I could see. Just in case. Scooping my iphone from the floor as I passed and sliding it into my pocket Before tip toeing to the door trying to both follow the trail and stay as balanced as possible, determined to not fall over again.
"Britt" I croaked out, my voice sounding like sandpaper in a blender right now. Seriously I'm sure I didn't drink that much. Trying not to make a face at how my tongue was nearly sticking to the roof of my mouth. "Brittany?" Well that was a little better. Congrats. Now you just sound like a 50-a-day chain smoker. Croaking out her name as I neared the door, frowning a little at the lack of response. Gripping the handle and slowly peeking around the door.
The room was brighter than mine if possible, sunlight streaming through the panes of the huge window. urgh Is it too late to go back to sleep. Blinking a few times in annoyance at the light, as if trying to will it away from my face. Taking a slow step forward, my foot skidding slightly on the clear liquid below. Okay I'm about 98.5% sure that it's just water. Before looking around the large room in confusion.
I could see where the trail led, the wet forming almost a straight line headed directly to the 'gaming' part of the room, reaching as far as the pool table. The sunlight making it gleam as if trying to entice me over. However that's not where Brittany was, in fact she was in the complete opposite direction on the other side of the room. I could see her curled up on the couch beside the fire pit, which was burning slowly however it was nearly useless considering the dazzling light coming from outside. I decided to think nothing of it and crept my way slowly over to Brittany.
That seriously didn't take as long as I thought. I swear I was going to break out some Sherlock Holmes type shit and follow clues. Slightly disappointed that I wouldn't have to do any real sleuthing in order to find Brittany. Just be happy you found her, stupid. A small smile appearing on my face, instantly gone as I thought what would have happened if Brittany wasn't here anymore. It's something I really couldn't bear thinking about.
As I got closer I suddenly felt immediately awkward, letting out a small sigh and rubbing my temples. I wouldn't know how to start a conversation, I can remember basically nothing from last night. Peeking over to see that Brittany was actually still fast asleep, Well at least it's postponed us talking slightly. Her head buried deep into the back of the seat, her legs bent awkwardly to keep from hanging over the edge. My cheeks darkening slightly as I trace my eyes further down her body, seeing that, like me, she had fallen asleep with less clothing than she had started out with last night.
Her Well my loose white vest draped carelessly over her frame, I let out a breathy chuckle at the fact that even though her shorts has vanished. Believe me, I'm doing a pretty thorough check with my eyes here. She had managed to clip the braces she had been wearing on to her/my underwear, although one had slid from her shoulder and was hanging over the edge of the couch.
I perched at the very edge of the seat, leaning back into the soft leather, the arched shape meaning that she was opposite me. Which was as close as I was willing to get to her right now, because knowing me if I got any closer I'd probably accidentally kick her in the head whilst I uncrossed my legs or something. Well maybe not that extreme, but I know I'd end up waking her. A smile ghosting across my lips when I hear Brittany let out a deep breath as she stirred slightly in her sleep.
I couldn't help watching the rise and fall of Brittany's back as she inhales and exhales gently, wondering what she's dreaming about. Maybe it's about me. My heart clenching at the thought. I mean I knew that she kissed me. Looking down to find my fingers absentmindedly stroking at the marks on my neck, smiling as I knew exactly who had put them there, the hazy memory of us on the dance floor rushing to my mind.
But that was overtaken by a stronger recollection, of us huddled in the alcove of a doorway, soaked to the skin from the pouring rain. Secretly I was glad at the seemingly awful weather, just because I knew that a few tears had leaked out as our lips had collided. There was just so much emotion in that gesture. I wonder if she noticed. I just can't remember a time where someone had stuck up for me like that. Sure I can cut a bitch with my vicious words, but sometimes I need someone fighting on my side for once.
My musings fading from my head at the sounds of Brittany twisting into a different position on the couch.
I let out a small breath of air that I didn't know I had been holding, probably to stay as quiet as possible in the hopes of not waking Brittany. Even though I was quite breathless as I took in the sight in front of me. I doubt it's all that nice to sleep here bouncing up and down slightly to test the rigidness of the couch, secretly glad that my sickness had worn off enough to do so. In order to get, slightly, more comfortable Brittany had stretched out fully, her height meaning her feet were now hanging over the very edge of the seat.
She'd also took to laying flat on her stomach, personally I liked this position way better only due to the fact Brittany was now facing me, cheek resting in the crook of her arm. Yup definitely better than before A few strands of hair resting against the bridge of her nose, but other than the slight obstruction of a few wayward pieces of golden hair, it's a perfect view. But then again everything about her is just perfect.
But as my gaze travelled slowly upwards the only thing that made me upset was that I couldn't see her eyes. Those eyes that I could get lost in. The way that they're not just one colour. Hmm like the ocean, you could say it's blue…but there's so many different blues, different colours, some shades I swear I've never even seen before.
What am I doing?
Shooting up from my seating position. I must still be drunk or something. Come on Santana you've barely even known her a week and you're practically admitting you have feelings for her. Pacing silently back and forth in front of the fire, casting a wistful look towards Brittany. This isn't you. Stop it. Running my hands through my hair as I got increasingly agitated. The sickness from before had returned, although I had a very strong feeling that it wasn't from the copious amounts of alcohol I had drank the night before.
But I couldn't help it. Allowing myself another quick glance at Brittany. The rays from the sun almost illuminating the pale skin of her sleeping form. A shy smile appearing on my face as she scrunched up her face and sighed out a unintelligible phrase. My heart clenching and my mouth drying as I realize that yes, maybe I did have feelings for her. But maybe the problem is, is that I have no idea if she feels the same for me.
I instinctively let out a long sigh and pressed my lips together, wincing in case I had woken Brittany, luckily she was still sleeping and I hadn't disturbed her with my weird noises. Maybe she's just a really heavy sleeper. Shrugging and making my way across the room to get to the fridge. Simply because I think I may lose any sort of vocal ability if I don't get a drink right now. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I went, grimacing when I saw black smudges on the back of my hand after pulling them away. Another memo to self. Clean your damn face.
Tugging the fridge door open and peering in I could see there was a lack of choice in what I was going to have, pulling out a carton of milk and drinking deeply from the container. Glancing over my shoulder to check on Brittany, wiping a couple of stray drops from my lips. Maybe I should have got a glass, don't people usually get annoyed if you drink straight from the carton. Rolling my eyes with a grin as I replaced it back into the fridge. We've already kissed, I don't think she'll mind my cooties.
Reclining against the kitchen counter I pondered what I could do to pass the time. Fishing for my phone in my deep pockets and pulling it into view. The display showing it to be 11:32AM I wonder if anyone else is awake. Although really I seriously doubt it, hell I'm surprised I'm awake now. Angry Birds or Temple Run being out of the question as I play them at full volume and have a tendency to get a little aggravated if I die or don't get all those fucking green pigs.
Actually, thinking about it, there's not many activities in this whole floor that I could do quietly. TV Too loud. Pinball. Too loud. Pool. Can't play by myself. I was contemplating grabbing a book or something to read, at least it would be quiet. And secretly I loved to read, occasionally making the trip to Quinn's room to borrow some from her collection of a few (hundred) But in all honesty I think I could happily pass the time watching Brittany sleep, although that may be so hard to explain when she finally does wake up and I'm just sitting staring at her. Unless I'm sneaky about it.
Instead I opted for a shower. These mental memos are working today. After one last look at Brittany and a shifty glance around the room where I was sure I saw a shadow move, to trudge to the bathroom. Which to be fair was probably the best choice. After gently (scrubbing at my face for a half hour) removing all traces of make up from last night while waiting for the water to heat up. I stripped down, throwing my clothes into a pile deciding I might as well just put them back on when I came out, I don't think I'm doing much today.
Climbing into the shower I relaxed instantly, the hot jets of water cascading down and loosening the tension in my muscles, nearly lulling me back to sleep. Watching the steam rise around me. I love my morning shower. It's just so nice and warm and mmm. Although since meeting Brittany I've been more than tempted to start taking colder showers if you get my drift. Laughing to myself at my bad joke as I picked up the shower gel from the side of the tiled wall.
It was just as I was rinsing shampoo our of my hair when I heard another thumping noise, even over the spray of water. Turning it off quickly to strain my ears to try and hear it again. What the fuck is it? Sliding the glass door open and carefully stepping out. One fall is enough today thank you. Heating my body up so that any drops of moisture would simply evaporate off. I will never tire of that hissing sound I think with a smirk. And it saves on towels too. Shaking my hands through my hair, said hands glowing softly as I cranked up the temperature slightly. Drying my hair into soft curls as my fingers gently combed through my sodden locks.
After changing back into the same attire as before. I snuck back into the main living area, determined to find the source of this mystery noise. Noticing that Brittany had yet to move from her position on the couch, ruling her out. Seeing a glint of water on the floor reminded me of the trail I had neglected before. Following it with caution and wondering if I should have a weapon. I have a baseball bat in my room I could get that…Wait a minute. I shoot fire. That's a pretty serious weapon really.
As I got within a few feet of the pool table I could see a small object underneath, the trail appeared to end there as I circled the table for any other paths away. I frowned, there was no way I could reach it without crawling, as I assessed the situation. The gap between the table and the floor possible just big enough for me to get my head and shoulders in, although I wasn't looking forward to that.
A bright idea came to mind as I gripped the side of the table, I could push it. My fingers gripping tighter on the wood. 1-2-3 Puuuush. Heaving against the heavy object, which of course didn't budge in the slightest. Letting out a groan of frustration and kicking my foot against the leg of the table. Instantly crying out in pain whilst hopping on the spot in the most angriest way anyone has ever hopped. Hearing only a light snore in reply from Brittany. Wow she is a heavy sleeper, maybe it's the alcohol. as I gritted my teeth placing my injured foot on the ground.
Well I see no other option. Glaring at the unknown object as I dropped to my hands and knees. Curiosity may actually kill me one of these days. Wincing at the throbbing pain in my big toe. Edging closer to the underneath of the table, uncaring that I was crawling through a small puddle. Squeezing the top half of my body underneath, the tops of my shoulders brushing against the hard wood. My left arm outstretched as it clasped around the mysterious object.
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
It was a plastic bottle. Albeit a severely mangled one, but a fucking plastic bottle nonetheless. Twisting and turning it in my hand as I examined the jagged edges that were sticking up all over the place, slashes cutting deep into it's sides. I frowned as I pulled it closer. Well at least it wasn't an intruder or something.
At that moment a sharp pain stabbed through the back of my calf. My head shooting upwards to come colliding with the solid form of the table with an audible crack.
"Whatthefuckwasthat" I screamed out, wiggling my way out and up to my feet as quickly as humanely possible. Glancing down I could see a small trickle of blood dripping down a shallow cut on my leg, the fabric of my sweatpants ripped open at the back. I couldn't tell if I was more upset about my favourite pair of pants or that I was slightly hurt right now though.
In the commotion Brittany was now sitting bolt upright, before clambering to her feet in a daze.
"Santana! What?" she replied, her voice just as panicked as mine was but heavily laced with sleep.
"I said" My finger pointing to a small mass that was darting around the room "What. The. Fuck. Was. That." Her head twisting and turning to look at where I was pointing, before her eyes widened. "Whoa. Look out" I cried. Using my powers as I moved closer, the flames burning up my arms, stumbling over to Brittany as I could see it nearing her, colliding with the couch as I tried to 'rescue' her. Ready to fight whatever it was with my fists. and fire.
"It's okay San" She smiled a little sheepishly. Stopping dead in my tracks and she bent down, scooping the thing into her arms, from only a few feet away I could see clearly exactly what the intruder was. My hands extinguishing and dropping to my sides. "This is Lord Tubbington"
Excuse me one moment while I pick my jaw off the ground. "Lord…Who?" Asking in total confusion while glaring at the severely overweight cat that was clutched in her arms. Seriously though how is it living? It's the size of a small car. I must say it didn't help that now she was standing I could completely appreciate the fact that she was only wearing underwear on her lower half. Who even has legs like that? I clearly was busy with other things when she was wearing shorts yesterday. I think it may be frowned upon if I just started to lick up them...
"Tubbington" her face going red with embarrassment as the thing just stared blankly at me with its yellow eyes. I think it knows what I was just thinking about. Deciding that I liked it even less now "I found him last night…I think" Her face scrunching up as she tried to remember. "And I decided to name him, it was that or Baron von Whiskers. But he didn't like that on that much."
Oh god she's so cute. Wait. Stop.
"And why is he still here." Folding my arms and really not wanting to be the bad guy right now. "And why is he all wet" my lips curling at I could see most of it's fur was matted and damp, glaring as it nuzzled its head against Brittany's chest with a small mew.
"Oh that'll be the water"
"Okaaaay" drawing out my reply, waiting for her to elaborate further, which of course she did.
"Welllll" I rolled my eyes as she began, feeling a little more light-hearted about the situation knowing there was no actual danger/intruder. Sitting myself down for what I was sure was going to be an interesting explanation. Bringing my injured leg towards me, wiping the small amount of blood away before looking back to Brittany, who continued. "I don't really remember much of last night when we got back"
I nodded my head. I was with her on that at least.
"But I woke up, I remember that, and thought that Tubbs here would be thirsty" Sitting herself down beside me, with that damn cat on her lap. "So I got out of bed and left him there to find him something to drink"
"Wait. Hold up." holding my hand out to stop her. "I was in bed alone with it?" pointing accusingly at the yawning cat. "You found it outside Britt. It might have fleas" Looking horrified as I started scratching my arms.
"He Doesn't have fleas" she replies, emphasising the 'he' part, covering the tabby's ears. "And he can hear you"
"I don't care" Sticking my tongue out at it. Childish I know. But I am a bit jealous that Brittany isn't stroking me behind the ear like that. Erm what?
"Anyway" She smiled at my gesture, nudging me gently against the arm. "I found a bottle of water and brought it back" She said with a grin, which quickly became a frown. "But then I forgot cats can't drink from bottles. I tried pouring some into his mouth, but he got angry at that" Showing a light graze on her arm, not enough to have broken skin, but there was an angry red mark. I'm going to kill it. As if sensing my displeasure, he simply stretched his legs and leapt down from Brittany's lap. Earning a loud thump as his paws collided with the wooden floor.
Well that explains the noises, it was just lardass here jumping around. How can it even move without collapsing?
"So I went to find a bowl, but I must have fallen asleep" She says with a sad smile, as if really regretful that she wasn't able to help Satan's kitty.
"And instead he burst it and started messing the whole floor up"
"Yeah"
"And clawed at you"
"Uhuh" Her face falling slightly.
"And at me"
Her eyes widened, scanning my body for any wounds.
"It's fine Britt" chuckling at her concern. Showing her my light scratch by tilting my leg for her to see. Inhaling a sharp breath when her fingertips carefully caressed the mark. Watching as she lifted the same finger to her lips, pressing a kiss to the top of her finger and softly pressed it against the cut. I smiled bashfully at the gesture.
"Better?" She asked in a small whisper.
I nodded with a small smile. Gently taking her arm and turning it to inspect the damage from the furry menace, it wasn't as bad as mine. But I didn't want her feeling left out. Taking it one step further I lifted her arm towards me, delicately placing a kiss to the raised red scratch.
"Better?" I whispered back, lowering her arm back down.
"Much" She smiled, looking into my eyes, nearing slightly closer as my gaze flicked to her lips and back. She suddenly stopped. I moved backwards, feeling a little awkward as I was about to kiss her. Watching as she looked down to find Baron whatever rubbing against her leg.
Shooting him a venomous glare as he was once again lifted back onto Brittany's lap and started licking against her hand.
"Aww he's saying sorry" she giggled. Pfft please. He's just copying me. I've literally just kissed your arm better, bitch is stealing my moves. But the way she was smiling was infectious causing me to smile along with her. Which instantly turned to dread as the beast padded his way slowly over towards me. Shifting back in my seat as he neared, preparing for another attack. Surprised when instead of a brutal clawing I got a small meow and a nuzzle against my hand. Tentatively lifting it to pat at his head, but he seemed pleased enough.
I looked over to Brittany with a grin, who smiled toothily in response. Scooting over closer to me and nestling into my shoulder with a sigh, my arm wrapping around her as hers reached out to pet the overweight feline.
"San" She breathed gently into my ear, her tone of voice making me bite my lip. "Can we keep him?"
I leant backwards, two sets of eyes focused on me intently.Sighing when I saw the expectant look on Brittany's face, apparently forgetting we'd been (not so viciously) attacked just before. Looking between bright blue eyes and a set of indifferent yellow I knew I had made my choice already. Oh God I'm going to regret this.
"Okay"
Well look who's here.
(It's totally just because I have hundreds of Pussy jokes)
Next chapter we're going to be filling in some blanks about what happened after the party ;) and ooh we might get a talk about 'feelings' because it's better with them right? (I'm aiming to make it super long for you all) because this chapter seemed a bit 'Filler-y' (?)
Hopefully. Hopefully. It wont take as long to update.
I wonder if you guys can tell which character's POV I prefer writing? (you don't have to I'd just find it interesting)
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