I'm just gonna keep saying it but, again, thanks for the reviews and stuff. All kinds of awesomeness.
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Mike's mother flicked the light on, filling the once dark basement with a yellowish glow and two loud groans came from within. She took a few steps down to get a closer look, shifting the laundry basket in her hands when it started digging into her hip, noting the empty rappers and soda cans scattered along the floor. What she found was expected.

Mike lay faced down on the big brown sofa directly opposite the TV while Brittany lay stretched out on the floor, head propped up by Mike's dog- Clark was an old English sheep dog with a tendency to chew shoes like it was nobodies business- Both were fixated on the TV like their lives depended on it, while Clark dozed peacefully, his shaggy white coat tangling with Brittany's hair.

This was described as a typical Friday night in the Chang basement.

"No plans tonight?" she said in a sickeningly sweet voice, feet creaking against each step as she went down. She took the low murmurs and groans as a no. "No wild parties or drunken girl's to take advantage of?"

"MOM!"

"I'm only saying, Michael, it would be nice to see a girl around here once and a while." She says picking up a random sock and throwing it in the basket. Mike stares at her, mouth open to retort "Besides Brittany" she adds and he goes back to his earlier position, ignoring her.

She turns then, sharing a small smile with Brittany who doesn't seem to be fazed by the conversation, and clambers up the stairs for the bottle of wine and Grey's Anatomy box set that's calling for her.

"Why is it…that in every Anime cartoon, the villain always sounds like a pervert…?" Brittany wonders aloud, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. Mike lets out an animalistic groan, kind of like a bear Brittany thought, and sat up on the couch.

"She's right, we have no life" he pouts.

She looks at him, offended "Speak for yourself" underneath her head Clark shifts slightly with a content sigh "Plus, I don't remember your mom saying anything about you having no life." She puts emphasis on the 'you'.

Mike stands "Come on we're going out" he says towering over her.

Brittany sighs "You know I would, but I'm really comfortable right now" Mike whistles as loud as he can, Clark jumps up causing Brittany to smack her head against the floor. Clark runs around the room a few times before flopping back down and going to sleep.

"Still comfortable?" he smirks and she glares up at him, something that she's progressively got better at.

"You can be a real douchebag sometimes" Brittany gets up and goes to get her hoodie off the back of the couch. "What are we gonna do anyway? Walk around in the dark until we get bored…?"

"Let's just go and see what Quinn and Sam are doing" he throws over his shoulder on his way up the stairs.

Quinn and Sam don't seem to be having a more exciting night than them.

"THAT'S NOT HOW YOU FUCKING PLAY!" Quinn slams her cards on the garden deck, fists curled tightly into balls "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SAY UNO WHEN YOU HAVE ONE CARD LEFT, NOT FUCKING FOUR!"

Brittany can see the weird vain in her neck popping in the dim light of the sun, as Sam gets up to stand in front of Quinn "Well if you actually taught me how to play instead of just shouting every time I get it wrong, maybe I would learn!" he shouts eyes bulging as he stressed each word, until he finally notices them stood awkwardly by the back door and brakes into a friendly smile "Hey guys" he says, all traces of anger gone from his voice.

Mike and Brittany smile back "Hey"

Five minutes later they all sit on Sam's back deck –well Sam, Quinn and Mike sit, Brittany changes position every few seconds, her legs to long to get comfortable- watching the sun go down.

Mike grabs a fist full of grass and stacks it on top of the pretty good pile he's got going, flicking away an ant that tries to come near the pile. All of them watch; the action suddenly becoming the most interesting thing they've ever seen.
Boredom is adamant.

"We could go to a party..." Mike suggests in a distractive monotone and shrugs his shoulders "I mean it couldn't hurt"

Brittany shifts around some more, until she finally ends up just laid on her back with her legs raised in the air "Good luck finding a party to go to" she says "all the people we know spend their nights watching Cartoon Network and eating Tostitos in each other's basement." She shares a look with Mike and he rolls his eyes at her.

Sam suddenly jumps up and smacks Quinn on the arm "Quinn knows people, she could get us into a party"

Quinn rubs her arm and gives him a dirty look "You don't want to go to the types of parties the people I know go to"

"Who says we don't?" Sam looks down at her with a dumb look and she stares at him.

"Your shirt for starters"

He looks down at his shirt, which depicts three wolves howling at the moon over a misty night sky "What's wrong with my shirt?" he stares at her confused.

Quinn pinches the bridge of her nose "Nothing, you look lovely" she sighs "I'll go call some people and see if there's a party nearby" she says and walks into the house.

Even though she can't see it with her back turned Sam smiles at her, rolling his shoulders with new found confidence from the complement "Hey Britt, where's Santana?" he asks offhandedly, staring up at the sky.

Brittany falls onto her side "Usually on Friday nights she goes to, in her words," her hands come up to show inverted comas "'another lame ass jock party where everyone drinks stale beer and tries extra hard to annoy the shit out of her'"

He nods in understanding. Quinn comes out after; raving about a warehouse in the city that was holding a sweet sixteen party for some bratty daddy's girl but Quinn's friends crashed the place and now it's a huge party that everyone in Columbus is going to.

Sam complains about the state of Quinn's truck the whole way there, and when Quinn –against her will- picks Rachel up, she squeezes into the passenger seat and complains with him. All the while Brittany and Mike, at either side of the brunette, play 'Guess the smell'.

In the end Mike wins with: 'Anti-freeze and old cinnamon rolls'. (Though Brittany wasn't much competition, she mostly just said colors. "How does something smell like a color?" "It just… it smells of brown")

If Brittany was anywhere near as cool as the people that jump around MTV and make people want to wear their jeans really low, she probably would have described the party as pumpin'. Tobi had said it once, sat around the dinner table, his fist had randomly banged loudly against the table "Mom, these peas be pumpin'" he had declared. The memory stuck with her for some reason and now she was stood at the entrance of a warehouse with about five hundred scantily dressed teenagers dancing to repetitive music and she thought it was pumpin'.

Rachel grabs onto her arm like it's her saving grace, "Is he eating her face?" she shouts over the music. Brittany sees what she's referring to when her eyes land on a couple sat on a couch in the corner, and Rachel's right it does look like he's eating her face. He needs to learn how to kiss without sticking his tongue out so much, the guy looks like an ant eater.

Quinn grabs onto the collar of Brittany's t-shirt; pulling her into the crowd of bodies dancing, it creates a chain of arms so by the end they're all pressed up against gyrating strangers.

In the heat of things a girl bangs into her right shoulder and Brittany gets separated from the group when stopping the girl from falling over "Shit, sorry" the girl says, hand steadying herself on Brittany's shoulder. When she looks at Brittany her eyes go wide and her mouth falls open in shock, but Brittany's to busy reading the tattoo on the inside of the girls left arm, it reads SKATE THE WORLD in deep purple font.

"That's a pretty cool tattoo" she says before it even registers in her brain and takes in the girls' ripped jeans and white wife beater that glowed bright from the strobe light above them.

"Brittany?" the girl mouths in awe.
"Do I know you?"

A guy with dreadlocks walks towards the girl, his arms stretched out for a hug as he shouts "Sugar!" his voice carrying loudly above the music.

She brushes him off with a disdainful look, eyes coming back to Brittany "No, you don't know me" the girl, Sugar, says and then she's lost in the crowd. Brittany tries to find her again but a hand grips at the back of her shirt and she gets pulled back.

Next thing she knows there's a drink in her hand and Rachel's laughing hysterically in her ear while Quinn talks to a really tall guy and his friend. Mike and Sam are nowhere to be found.

"Where are you from?" Quinn shouts to the tall guy, drawing out the words like it'll be hard for him to understand "You have a very strange accent"

"We're from here" the tall guy says and Brittany notices the way he speaks, all posh like he goes to one of the weird prep schools you see on TV. The knitted sweater he's wearing certainly says so. "It was actually our friend's party that you crashed" the guy beside him pays no attention to the conversation, sticking his nose up at them and instead surveying the party, dressed in a pink polo shirt with cream slacks and loafers. Rachel whispers in her ear, through her giggles, that pink polo shirt guy is called Puck. "Her names Tina, do you know her?"

Right in that moment a man with effeminate features and porcelain skin dressed up in a baggy hoodie with the words 'Check yo' self before you wreck yo' self' printed on, walks up to Puck and uses the clippers in his hand to shave a patchy strip of hair off the side of his head "My hair!" Puck screams out, clutching at his freshly shaved strip.

"Dude that was totally an accident" the man says then runs off, a woman with a rather exuberant laugh, screams "Kurt! What did you do?"

The man twirls in the air, shouting "I'm too high right now to care!"

Puck puts his head in his hands and pushes his way through the crowd, tall guy following close behind.

Rachel's not stopped laughing into Brittany's ear, only getting worse now that the content of her cup is drained. Quinn's doing a mixture of laughing, dancing, drinking what's left in her cup, and then taking Brittany's and downing that.

Brittany detaches herself from Rachel "I need to get some air" she says, clambering through everyone.

The cool air hits her like a brick wall, hundreds of sweaty bodies pressed together made the atmosphere in the warehouse stifling and the breeze is a welcomed break. Around her people are leant against the sides of the building, smoking or for one couple, groping.

She pulls out an old beat up Nokia from her back pocket, dials Santana's number and brings the phone to her ear.

After two rings Santana picks up "My god, kill me now" she groans.

Brittany laughs "That bad"

"I swear people are trying to piss me off" a deep aggravated sigh comes through the speaker "Some girl in a child's tube top spilt her drink all over my jacket, like, an hour ago so now I'm freezing my ass off while everyone practically dry humps around me"

Brittany's eyes land on the couple that were groping before, which have now decided to practically have sex in public "I know the feeling" she says, turning away.

"Can I just come to yours and we can have sex while watching wheel of fortune?"

For a second Brittany actually contemplates hot wiring Quinn's truck and driving home, Santana's ever allusive sexy voice always getting to her –plus wheel of fortune sex was just, the best- "We can't I'm not at home"

"Are you at Mike's then?"
"Nope I'm at a party"
"Oh really"
"Yep, and I think you should get down here so I can show off all my new socializing skills" she exaggerates and Santana laughs at her.
"How am I going to do that? People will recognize me"
"That's the great part! People here are too drunk… or stoned to even know their own name never mind someone that goes to their school. And I don't really think anyone from school would come to this kind of party"
"The way you're describing it is slightly worrying"
"Come on!" she whines "It'll be fun"
"Fine but if it's shit you have to make it up to me"
She fist pumps, "Algebraic!"
"What"
"Nothing."
Brittany gives her the address after another five minutes of pointless banter; hangs up and goes to lean against the wall, fully intent on waiting until Santana got there.

Just as her shoulder blade touches the metal, a black stretch limo with tinted windows pulls up in front of her; a man with slick black hair and a black suit steps out of the vehicle, eyes scrutinizing everyone stood outside with distaste.

An Asian girl runs out from the corner of the warehouse, hands covering her face as she sobs dramatically "Daddy! Look what those hooligans did to my party!" she screams in the same proper way of speaking as the tall guy from before, she wraps her arms around the man who- from the suddenly his rigid posture- doesn't appreciate the affection. Puck rounds the corner she came from, head down in shame with tall friend trailing behind. "And look what they did to Noah's hair! He looks positively ghastly!"

Now Brittany can finally see she notices the state of Pucks hair. Where he had it before; quite bushy and gelled up, there's a huge patchy strip missing on the right side, the hair around it sticking up in tufts. "What did they do to your hair, son?" the man asks Puck.

"Shaved it, sir"
The man nods "I see" he looks to tall guy "and what about you…?"
"Finn, Daddy" Tina adds (Brittany assumes this girl is Tina.)
"What about you Finn? Did they shave your head too?"
Finn shakes his head, confused "No sir, I paid for this"

The man releases a breath "Dear god" he mutters out, staring skeptically at Finn's haircut. He casts his eyes over the building again, the muffled sounds of 'DJ Blaine and the rocking kids' seeping through the walls and he turned up his nose. He pulls out a Blackberry and starts tapping away at the keyboard, taking a step back into the limo with a dismissive wave "Nothing I can do"

"But- Daddy!" Tina whines but the door is already being slammed shut and the limo pulls out onto the road. She catches Brittany staring at her and marches towards the blonde, until they're face to face, Brittany's spine straight as a rod. "What! You find something interesting?"

"No-I didn't-I wasn't-" Tina's crazy eyes bore into her with terrifying intensity and she turns away in defeat.

"Stephanie!" Tina cries, hand coming over her mouth in shock. To the left, one half of the groping couple detaches themselves and, there's not enough light for Brittany to see but, she's pretty sure that this Stephanie girl is incredibly drunk.

Stephanie flails her arms about, shaky legs making their way to Tina "Tinsa, how you do in'" she slurs.

Tina sticks her arms out to keep her away "Stephanie, you smell like a brewery"

Taking the hint she stepped away, arm pointing behind her to the guy Brittany still can't see "Have…have you met Milk?"
"It's Mike"
Brittany kicks of the wall, turning to get a better view "Mike?"

He waves at her with a goofy smile, his cheeks and lips covered in smudged lipstick "How long of you been there?"

Brittany looks at him skeptically "How long have you been making out with a random drunk chick?"

"No idea" he says shoving his hands in his pockets "I went to get a drink, took one swig and she started kissing me. I was held against my will."

She smiles bemusedly "Sounds awful"

"It was" Mike replies, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Stephanie. Stephanie stop. You look delusional. Stephanie!" they hear as Tina struggles to control the brunette that's decided to start swaying on the spot, arms coming up to thrash and swing in the air.

"Tina join me. Join me Tina, this is…" Stephanie sighs "this is just the best"

"Puck get Stephanie, she's making a fool of herself" Puck lifts Stephanie up bridal style and she lies limp in his arms, falling asleep as soon as he touched her.

Finn gives a friendly smile "It was nice meeting you guys" he says before following his friends back the way they came.

"And people think we're weird" Mike snorts; face still covered in lipstick and hair stuck up at all angles.

From the corner of her eye Brittany sees a flash of yellow as a taxi pulled up. It was stationary for a second before the back door swung open and two long tanned legs stepped out. She watched, mouth slightly open, as Santana strutted over to her; clothed in a short black skin tight dress that highlighted all the right places, with her hair cascading over her shoulders and her lips painted a deep red that drew Brittany's attention as soon as she got close enough.

"Sup Chang, going to a Batman lookalike contest…?" Santana says, eyes never leaving Brittany's. Mike looks down at his clothes, confused, what did a t-shirt with the Mexican flag on it have anything to do with Batman? "Your face, Chang, you look like the joker" she rolls her eyes.

Mike wipes at his mouth, smudging the lipstick onto his shirt leaving a large pink stain on the fabric. Feeling like a third wheel he decides to go back inside, still trying to rub the lipstick off.

"You look really…" Brittany's eyes stop raking over Santana's body to look into her eyes "…good"

She smirks "Good..?" Brittany nods, lips pressed into a tight smile "I'd look better if that stupid bitch hadn't spilt her drink. I had to ditch my jacket so I wouldn't end up stinking of wine coolers and Calvin Klein's 'Obsession' all night"

Brittany laughs adamantly, before she goes deadly serious "Wait, that wasn't a secret way of saying you want my jacket was it? Because you can have it" she goes to unzip her hoodie but a hand stops her and Santana smiles at her.

"I was only joking babe" Brittany smiles again; leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead, not wanting to mess up her lipstick –though Santana wouldn't of minded- "So are you gonna show me this party then?"

Brittany gets this excited look on her face like she's only just remembered there was a party to begin with and grabs Santana's hand, pulling her towards the entrance.

After pushing past numerous bodies they found Rachel and Quinn in the exact same spot as before, except a lot more drunk and Mike and Sam had joined them. As soon as he saw them Sam pushed identical red solo cups into their hands, shouting something about red bull giving him feelings and then went back to jumping about to the music.

Santana took a sip of her cup, face distorting as the alcohol burnt down her throat and watched Brittany pass her cup on to Mike, while still maintaining a good rhythm to the beat "Are you not drinking?" she managed to shout over the music.

Brittany only got half of what she said but it was enough "Someone's got to drive us home and I don't think Quinn's in any state to" she shouts back, hand gesturing to Quinn. Who now seems to have accumulated a whistle and was now blowing it enthusiastically, her brow was covered with a thin layer of sweat as she danced blindly to the fast paced tune.

"Yeah you're right" Santana agrees, pulling Brittany into her so they can dance together. She doesn't miss the way Rachel – she assumes the brown hair girl is Rachel since she's the only one Santana doesn't know- stops dancing for a second and stares at Brittany with this longing look that pisses Santana off to no end. But then Brittany's hand is at the small of her back pushing her body against her and she loses all train of thought.

She leant in so her lips were directly next to Brittany's ear, her right hand playing with the black earpiece of her glasses "You don't normally wear your glasses outside"

She hears the little whimper her actions cause and when Brittany goes to speak it comes out deeper than usual "My mom said I have to now because she's sick of buying new pairs. Apparently, I won't lose them if they're on my face" straight after she says it Sam's hand lands on Brittany's shoulder and she turns to face him.

"It's your round Britt's and my cup is getting empty!" he shouts with a giddy smile, hair messy and a faint blush to his cheeks from intoxication.

"Fair enough" she says, kissing Santana on the cheek before going off in search of whoever is supplying the alcohol everyone has.

Quinn, who has only just noticed Santana, runs up to her and wraps her in a bear hug while shouting her name loudly in excitement, "What are you doing here?"

The drink she had must have been very alcoholic because Santana could feel it already taking affect as she hugged Quinn back just as giddily "What do you think, ya tit, my girlfriend invited me"

"Alright, alright I got 'cha" Quinn slurs with a happy drunk smile.

Suddenly all the lights come on at almost blindingly bright and the music stops. Everyone looks up at the DJ stand confused, to find a police officer with curly hair and a chin dimple stood next to Blaine, the cop seemingly alone. People around them already start to clear out knowing the drill but they stand staring. Brittany comes back balancing five cups in her hands just as the cop leans down into the microphone.

"I am assuming you are all over the age of twenty-one, if not I expect you to turn yourselves in, for immediate arrest. Thank you"

They see Blaine have a silent conversation with the cop, his demeanor calm and collected though Quinn knows he's a year younger than she is and she's far from being over twenty-one. The cop is dumb because as soon as they stop talking Blaine leans into the microphone shouting "Run!" before jumping of stage and legging it out of the warehouse.

Mass hysteria brakes out as everyone hurries towards the doors, Santana quickly goes over to Brittany and grabs her hand; leading them all out in a quick run, pushing past everyone that's too slow.
They all sprint to Quinn's truck- Santana having to kick of her heels to carry them, while cursing Quinn for parking so far away- and Brittany hops in the drivers' side, Quinn throwing her the keys as she jumps in the bed of the truck. Rachel, Sam and Mike squeezing in the passenger seat with Santana.

Quinn slides open the little plastic window that joins the cab to the bed of the truck, sticking her head through "You have to jamb the keys in real hard and jiggle" Santana jumps away from Quinn's head, a hand coming over her heart in a vain attempt to stop it beating so fast, crazy bitch scared her.

Brittany complied and after about the third try the engine roared to life – which wasn't an easy feat when four different people are shouting at you to hurry, especially when Sam started wailing about how they were all going to jail and were going to get shanked in the showers because "that's what happens in prison"- she pulled out onto the road, narrowly missing about fifteen drunk teens looking for a drive home.

She followed signs for Lima and pulled onto the desolate back roads, rolling the window down to let some fresh air in to hopefully sober some of them up, since they were all still pretty buzzed and now doing an awful rendition of Working for the Weekend- Sam taking the solo while Mike, Rachel and Quinn were playing air guitar next to him, Santana taking up the role of air drummer, though she'd never admit it.

The next song to come on is Making love out of Nothing at all and Brittany actually really likes that song so she goes to change the station before they can butcher it, except the nob comes off when she touches it and in her feat to put it back on the entire radio falls out and lands in Santana's lap. She gives an apologetic smile "Quinn, your car is truly awful"

"At least I have a car" Quinn says followed by a chorus of 'Oooh burn'.

Santana purses her lips, hand coming to rest on Brittany's knee "She doesn't need a car, I can just drive her where she wants to go" it doesn't have the desired effect as the occupants of the car burst out in fits of laughter and Brittany's face goes redder than a tomato. And she's pretty sure someone does a whipping sound, - also pretty sure it was Quinn- that almost makes her grab the steering wheel and swerve enough to knock all of them out.

When the laughter dies down and silence fills the cab it's quite peaceful for a moment. Until Sam and Rachel start to sniff loudly, faces full of suspicion "Quinn are you smoking!" Sam shouts. From the bed of the truck, Quinn lays stretched out staring up at the sky and there's an unlit joint hanging loosely in her mouth.
"No" she says, grabbing a lighter out of her pocket and lighting it "…Now I am"

"You're disgusting" Rachel cries out hand over her nose. "Can you at least close the window, that stench is awful."

Out of the blue Mike launches himself across all of their laps – eliciting groans from them all, while Brittany nearly swerves off the road- "Oh my god there's a Taco Bell!" he exclaims, arm outstretched to point at the familiar sign "I could totally eat a taco right now"

Santana snorts.

Quinn's head pops into the cab "Me too" she says with a cool smile and blood shot eyes, they all grimace at the stench that follows her. With a degree of contempt Brittany pulled into the parking lot, the truck jerking to a stop next to a fancy red sports car with a 'Honk if you're Horny' bumper sticker.

An hour later after twenty Taco's' - half of which ended up on the floor- and half the bottle of vodka Quinn pulled out of her waistband, they were all pretty sated. So much so that, a still very much sober, Brittany was having a hard time keeping all the satedness down, and the constant dirty looks from other restaurant goers were just exacerbating things. Especially when Mike decides to throw his arm around her while, in the exact same moment, Santana pulls her down for a very sloppy kiss, like some awkward threesome.

Out of the blue Quinn jumps up onto her seat, raising her arms to the ceiling while letting out a battle cry so loud that it nearly knocks the empty big gulp cup off her head "This restaurant is called Taco Bell and I have received…NO BELLS!" she shrieks.

It's around that time that Brittany decides it's time to make like a tree, and leave.
Easier said than done; when you've got two boys that insist on dragging their feet because it's too early to leave even though she checked her watch and it was almost four am, two girls that seem hell bent on starting a fight with each other- both clinging onto Brittany's arms, sniping at each other like they've been enemies for years, though she's pretty sure they've never been formally introduced- and a girl that just wants to jump in non-existent puddles and belt out the lyrics to Singing in the Rain.

Eventually, she gets them all into the truck – not without a final 'Fuck you I ain't honkin' shit' scratched onto the sports car- and they all calm down from the soothing motion of the car until most of them have passed out.

Santana was tucked into her side; shoulders covered with Brittany's hoodie, and next to her Mike and Quinn sat upright their heads lolling in sync every few seconds. In the bed of the truck Rachel and Sam sit, fast asleep on each other's shoulders.

All in all Brittany thought it was a pretty awesome Friday night.