Quinn scratches the back of her head "This party kinda sucks" she comments, the perspiration on her glass of orange squash dripping onto her fingers and making her hand wet.
"Don't be so rude" Rachel scolds to her right, Quinn rolls her eyes, both of them watching the middle aged men and women conversing in the midday sun before them "Besides, it's not a party. It's a barbeque"
"Yeah but still, this barbeque sucks" Quinn grimaces when she catches site of the hot dog buns laid out on the Pierce's old plastic table, remembering back to when she got a little too trippy and thought she was under the sea, the only way she could contact the people she loved being farting into a hotdog bun. Needless to say she did not enjoy it when she saw those white loaves of sin.
Sam walks up to them, paper plate full of food and Captain America shirt covered in ketchup "Guys these burgers are like heaven in processed meat form" he gushes through a mouth full of said food before wondering off towards the drinks table and mixing himself up a coke float.
"And what would this perfect party have? That you are so adamant about this barbeque not having" Rachel carries on as if Sam's interruption was non-existent.
"Alcohol for a start off" Rachel rolls her eyes once again at her "And Nicole Kidman"
Rachel looks at her like she's just spat on her shoes and called her a smelly ogre "Nicole Kidman?"
"If Nicole Kidman was at your party it would be the best fucking party to ever party" Quinn shrugs and Rachel shakes her head, storming off in complete dismay and confusion "You can't deny that Stepford Wives is and will always be one of the best movies on this earth!" Quinn shouts, chasing after her.
Brittany stood next to her Dad at the barbeque, watching him silently flip the assorted burgers and other meat products with a contemplative look. Her mind was elsewhere as he sipped his beer and adjusted the chef's hat atop his head, looking over to make sure the one atop Brittany's head had not slipped either.
Around them old family friends conversed with each other over white wine spritzers and heavily dosed diet cokes.
Tobi knocks her out of her thoughts, nudging her for the next plate of grilled meat, the chef hat on his head pulled to the side over his usual doo rag. She hands it to him and he accepts it, putting his first two fingers to his lips and kissing them, uttering a mumbled "Much love" to her and she absentmindedly repeats the action to him.
She watches him go, well watches him nearly trip over numerous times due to the low waist band of his jeans, catching Santana's eye when she high fives the boy at the meat table.
Santana smiles at her reassuringly and encouragingly, missing the way Quinn pours a shot of vodka into her glass in the process but nevertheless breaking Brittany out of her sub conscious state of trying to think of what to say.
She goes for it "Dad…?"
He looks at her briefly before looking back to the meat, humming in response to her call.
Brittany gulps audibly, palms sweaty "When did you have your first girlfriend?"
He looks at her skeptically "Why do you want to know that?" she shrugs and he sighs, thinking back to his earlier years "Probably around when I was seventeen" he looks at her as if to ask why once again, his short blonde hair blowing in the slight breeze.
"I was- I was just wondering because-" she stutters out, hands twitching nervously like they always do "Because I-"
"Are you trying to tell me that you and Santana are in a relationship?" he interrupts her with a shit eating grin, pointing his spatula at her accusingly. It's like a weight being lifted off her shoulders.
"Yes" she breathes out in relief and he laughs his big booming laugh, knocking her hat askew affectionately.
"I'll tell you something though" he looks down at the grill, voice faux serious. She looks up at him nervously "You could do a lot worse" he grins and she smiles proudly "Now you better get gone and find your girlfriend or I'll burn these burgers" he nudges her, still smiling as she saunters off with new found confidence.
When she finds her girlfriend at the dip table, Santana hands her a glass of mountain dew with four ice cubes in it that stick to the top of her lips when she gulps down the liquid, watching the cheerleader dip a Tostito into the hot chili dip and take a bite.
"You want some?" she says through a mouth full of dip, offering up the small bite that's still left.
As soon as Brittany takes the offered bite from Santana's fingers the chili hits the back of her throat like a punch in the stomach "Do you not find that spicy?" she chokes out, coughing and spewing all over the place as Santana laughs at her reaction, handing Brittany the rest of her drink.
"Well yeah, I just wanted to see your reaction" Santana smirks, watching Brittany chug down her drink.
"And the academy award goes to" Brittany remarks sarcastically once she's under control, handing the drink back to a smiling Santana. "Did you eat yet?"
Santana shakes her head "I was waiting for you. But there's probably not much left, Sam's been over there more than once" she chuckles, her eyes straying from the drinks table where their friends are towards the barbeque "How did it go?"
Brittany looks over to where here Dad is stood, smiling back at Santana "It went swimmingly"
Santana bites back an excited smile "Really?" she semi-squeals, trying to keep in a sigh of relief at the information.
"Uh huh" Brittany puts her hand up and they high five, her hand coming to rest on Santana's waist on the way down, smiling big.
Santana takes a step forward out of habit "I guess that just leaves your mom… and the entire school"
Brittany wraps her up in her arms and groans into her neck "Once was stressful enough" she mumbles. Santana kisses the side of her head, arms coming around her shoulders "Can we do it together?"
"Wanky" Santana smiles and Brittany removes herself from being one with Santana's neck to smile back at her "Come on then" Santana urges, linking their hands and pulling a reluctant Brittany towards the round table at the back of the yard where her mom sat conversing and playing cards with her friends.
Brittany stands next to Santana, the hand that's not holding her girlfriends twitching like there's no tomorrow "Mom, I have something to tell you" she states and Santana gives her hand a little squeeze.
Her Mom looks up from her cards "What is it honey?" she coos putting down her cards- which is something Santana's mother would have never done, she'd of played cards rain or shine and smashed those weak bitches into the ground.
Brittany avoids her mother's eyes "Me and Santana… we- umm we are together" she puts awkwardly and her mom's eyes squint, the other women around the table listening intently for some form of gossip "In a sex way" Santana nudges her with a pointed look and her mother's eyes widen "That came out wrong, I meant in a love way. I love Santana and we're in a relationship, not just friends like you previously thought"
There's a long and awkward pause in which Brittany nearly passes out before her Mom brakes out into a huge smile "Not for a second did I ever think you two were just friends" she laughs, turning to her friends "You know what this girl says to me when she tells me she's gay and I ask if she's sure?... 'Santana Lopez has the best boobs I've ever seen'" she chuckles "And then when said girl starts coming over on a weekly basis she expects me to believe that they're just friends"
Her friends laugh lightly as Brittany half smiles half stares confusedly, Santana looking up at her with an 'oh really?' look.
"So… we're fine?"
"Yes we're fine" her mom agrees, going back to her card game.
Brittany beams down at Santana, seemingly forgotten the events just transpired, and leads them away towards the drinks table where Mike and Sam sit on deck chairs watching Quinn argue once again with Rachel.
"Santana Lopez has the best boobs I've ever seen?" Santana accuses while Brittany's getting her a drink.
Brittany winces, caught out "Well you can't call me a liar" she shrugs and Santana smacks her arm playfully, fighting off a smile.
"Run forest run!" Quinn shouts once again as she runs down the school track behind Rachel.
Rachel turns around with a look to kill "I swear Quinn, say that one more time and I'll-"
The whistle blows and the gym class comes to a stop; Brittany stops beside Quinn, out of breath and sweaty.
She pays no mind to Quinn, who is now sticking her tongue out at Rachel, instead she focuses on the patch of grass in the middle of the track, where the cheerleaders are currently practicing their routine for the upcoming football game or whatever sport it is they place this time of year.
"God put your tongue back in" Quinn jokes, wearing a triumphant smirk after successfully annoying Rachel.
Brittany blushes "I wasn't-"
"You're drooling" Quinn interrupts, laughing at her.
Brittany quickly tries to bat away non-existent drool and successfully smacks herself in the face.
The whistle blows and saves her from further embarrassment as Quinn runs ahead after Rachel. She starts to jog again, catching Santana's eye where she resides on top of the pyramid, the cheerleader smirking knowingly at her from afar and seemingly pushing her chest out further.
Brittany gulps.
Unfortunately the interaction is noticed by more than one bitter cheerleader and it's enough for them to confirm the rumors that had already made their way around the school.
The smirk is wiped off Santana's face when her foundations are literally pulled out from under her and she falls down with an ungraceful thud, twisting her ankle and spraining her wrist when she lands on the cold grass, letting out a loud yelp in pain.
The other cheerleaders, or her so called friends, stare down at their captain with little sympathy. She in turn looks up at them in confusion, betrayal and a heap load of anger.
And then Brittany's running up to her in her tiny red PE shorts, her worn out Spiderman tank top and beat up converse with the Superman logo drawn on the side, letting out a quiet and concerned squeak of her name.
She kneels down and helps Santana sit up; looking around her body for any cuts and bruises.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Santana shouts at her teammates, trying to stand up but being forced down by a scream of pain from her foot.
One of the cheerleaders- Harmony, the bitch who's been on her ass every hour of every day trying to be captain since the start of the year- steps forward to speak for the rest of them "What?" she spits "Since your dating that thing you don't deserve to be on top and we all know it"
Brittany looks at Santana with wide eyes, tightening her arms around her in fear of her reaction- in her mind she imagines one of those old time cartoons where the main character is throwing coal into the furnace of the steam train they're on, Santana being the furnace and this cheerleader being the one fueling the fire.
Santana glares like she's never glared before "We all know it do we?" she says condescendingly, holding onto Brittany's shoulder to help her stand "And we all know you've been fucking that stupid fucking hipster Artie Abrams for the last two months" the other cheerleaders gasp in shock "Oh what, you mean we all didn't know?" she fakes concern, voice lased with sarcasm.
She takes a shaky step forward on her good foot, Brittany's arm still holding her up by the waist, her face is cold and serious "And we also know that if my foot didn't hurt like a bitch I'd wrap your head around that fucking field goal before you could say Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind"
Harmony gapes at her, eyes full of fear and posture rigid.
"And if you ever talk about my girlfriend like that again, I swear on MJ's grave I'll shove your head so far up your ass you'll be pissing your own spit"
Santana decides to storm off, with the help of Brittany's arm supporting her weight so she doesn't put pressure on her foot.
"That was really hot by the way" Brittany whispers to her in the middle of their storm off, coaxing a small smirk out of Santana which is then replaced by a wince as her wrist throbs at a slight movement.
Things go from bad to worse.
For Brittany that is anyway.
She rummages through her locker to find her purple hoodie and her bottle of Gatorade for Santana, who is waiting somewhat patiently in the nurse's office for her to get back. Most of the other students are out at lunch; leaving her alone in the hallway bar one boy she doesn't quite recognize standing at his locker.
There's a subtle tap on her shoulder and when she looks round her hoodie falls out of her hands and lands on the floor.
"Dirk…?" she looks at the boy skeptically, her hand twitching with nervousness she didn't even know she had.
He smiles creepily, showing off his braces "Buenas noches, Britt Britt"
It sends a shiver down her spine, the way he knows the name only Santana calls her, the way he butchers the Spanish language and the way his ginger tufts are slicked back like her was a member of a gang in the sixties.
He clicks his finger and someone grabs her by the scruff of the neck, pulling her back roughly and into the arms of no more than twenty people.
She looks around in panic, finding the familiar superhero t-shirt wearing, pasty faces of those she would, under normal circumstance, call friends.
They lift her up until she's suspended in the air by their hands "What are you doing?" she practically shouts, in utter distress. "Stop! I didn't do anything!"
"That's not true!" Dirk shouts back "You're a traitor!"
The crowd repeats the word traitor in agreement.
"Traitor? I didn't- what?"
Dirk holds up a picture depicting Brittany and Santana in the back of Santana's car, and they just so happened to be making out "Oh that" Brittany resigns.
The group starts to move forward, carrying her toward a destination unknown "You don't have to do this!" she shouts in a fleeting last chance of reconciliation.
"Funny thing is" Dirk follows them in their path "I really want to do this"
It'd been twenty minutes and Brittany still wasn't back.
Which is slightly worrying but Brittany had a pension to get lost, anywhere she went. Yet she still had a stupid little nagging feeling in her stomach that something was wrong, so she gives up her wait for the phantom nurse and hobbles all the way to Brittany's locker, finding it open and abandoned, Brittany's hoodie in a pile on the floor and the bottle of Gatorade nearly falling out.
She goes over and picks up the hoodie, scrunching up her brow before slipping the purple garment around her shoulders.
She pulls out her phone and calls Brittany's number, and it's a few brief moments before the sounds of Sensual Seduction –which Santana had picked for her ringtone- comes blaring from down the hallway.
She tracks the noise down to under the stairs, which is coincidently a place frequently occupied by them to get in a quick make out session, when she gets under there and finds Brittany, her phone drops to the floor.
Restricted and taped to the wall with duct tape is Brittany, arms spread out and head hanging, the word TRAITOR written on her stomach with…
"Is that blood?" Santana shrieks, frantically pulling at the vast amounts of tape holding Brittany suspended on the wall.
Brittany looks up at her, and Santana tears away the tape from her mouth as painlessly as she can "No" she winces, tugging on the tape over her hands "It's just model paint"
Santana lets out a sigh of relief, pulling Brittany down to look over her for any injuries. "Who did this to you?" she demands, eyes ablaze.
"Why?"
"Because I'm gonna go kick the living shit out of them that's why" Santana declares, storming off to find the assailants, bad foot and all, but Brittany stops her short in the hallway.
"Don't" she pleads, still ripping off tape from her clothes "It'll just make things worse. Trust me, I know them and I know how they think"
Santana looks into her eyes, trying to find a glimmer of don't listen to me I'm talking shit but comes up empty, placating to help tear the tape away. "Thank you" Brittany says, looking down at Santana and smiling at the stubborn and soar look she has on her face for not getting her own way. Brittany nudges her cheek with her nose, Santana's eyes flickering up at her briefly.
"Stop it" she whispers, her voice light and playful despite the words she's saying.
Brittany nuzzles the side of her neck "What?"
Santana's eyes flutter closed, her hand going limp wear it was tugging on the duct tape "You're just trying to soften me up" she explains, just above a murmur and Brittany smiles into her neck, pulling away to look in her eyes.
"Did it work?" she asks quietly, moving so their lips are a breath apart.
Santana licks her lips "Maybe" she murmurs, Brittany's hand cups her cheek tenderly and she leans into the touch, never breaking eye contact. She pensively brings her right hand up to land on Brittany's waist, the action seeming new and exciting despite the fact that she's done it a thousand times before.
Their lips touch lightly together, a shiver of confidence running down Santana's spine as she grips onto Brittany's waist with new stupor, Brittany's unused hand coming up to bury itself in Santana's hair as she deepens the kiss.
Santana sighs, melting into the kiss and into Brittany's touch; reveling in the slight grip on her hair, the sweet taste of Brittany's lips and the soft touch of Brittany's hand against her cheek.
"Well, well, well" Dennis' slimy and slightly nasally voice cuts like a knife. "You know, I heard the rumors but I just couldn't believe that the great Santana Lopez would stoop so low" he mocks, gripping his belly.
Brittany's face drops, the happy and in love mood from not two seconds ago dropping for a cold kind of hate and anger, turning to the boy with the broken nose beside them.
"Now I know better" he laughs, shaking his head as tears of laughter fall from his eyes.
Santana holds back her own anger and links her pinky with Brittany's for support.
"What do you want?" Brittany growls and it shocks Santana so much that she has to take a step back.
Dennis stops laughing, abruptly "Excuse me"
"I'm getting so sick and tired of your shit" Brittany squares her shoulders, shocking Santana more and more by the second- not once since they've been together has Brittany had so much confidence or even sworn when it wasn't because she stubbed her toe- "So if it takes this to get you to stay away from me and my girlfriend, then so be it" she raises her fists.
He starts to laugh again, putting up his fists mockingly "Did your girlfriend tell you that she went on a date with me?"
"She did actually" Brittany smiles, big and fake "She also told me that you got smacked in the face with the back of a guitar. Funny isn't it? How some random person dressed in a mariachi band uniform would just come in and break your nose? But I guess assholes like you have it coming"
He sneers, throwing a right hook towards her face but she ducks at the last moment, taking the moment of vulnerability to charge straight into his stomach, tackling him to the ground as Santana shouts for her to stop.
She tries really hard to break up the fight but she's inexperienced with being on the side that isn't in the heat of the battle and she has no idea what to do, so she watches Brittany punch the crap out of Dennis' face with a determined face.
Then in a fleeting moment of 'Oh my shit she's gonna kill him and I'll be the wife of a jailbird which is kind of hot but not really because like prison', she hears…rollerblades?
…Scooters?
Skateboards it seems, as a brown haired girl in ripped jeans and a tank top with a plaid shirt over, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, skates towards them leisurely, whistling a tune as two other boys skate behind her.
Santana stares, wide eyed, as the girl clicks her fingers, both of the boys riding ahead and quickly coming face to face with the scuffle. They make quick work of breaking up the fight, holding Brittany and Dennis away from each other.
Santana goes over to Brittany, resting her hand on Brittany's arm, automatically calming the girl down enough for the petite boy to be able to release her.
She looks over Brittany's face; noting the quickly bruising cheek and eye, brushing at the marks with the pad of her thumb as Brittany winces. If she was really honest with herself she'd say she found it… attractive?
God she had the weirdest turn ons.
"Oh hey you guys" Quinn says, as cools as ever, just happening to stumble along to the scene, a pissed off Rachel by her side. She looks around, eyes bloodshot, finally noticing Dennis still struggling to get free, his face covered in bruises and nose bleeding, as Brittany's glares at him "What happened?" she drawls.
The skater girl from before pops a bubble with her gum, hand on hip "Broke up their fight" she states.
Quinn nods "Right"
"Quinn, who's this?" Rachel asks, uptight as ever.
Quinn blearily pays attention to what she says "Oh this is Sugar, we met at community service"
Sugar nods and Rachel purses her lips, looking at Quinn expectantly "Since when did you do community service?"
"She took the rap for me" the slightly effeminate boy with the lip piercing, dirty black jeans, grey wife beater and knitted cardigan says, where he stands next to Brittany and Santana. His hair is shaved on both sides and he twiddles the remaining matted and dirty hair on top his head between his thumb and finger "It was my third strike so…"
"Let me go!" Dennis screams, still trapped in the arms of the dread locked boy presumed to be Sugar's friend.
Rachel steps back in fright, grabbing onto Quinn's arm, the other girl quickly shrugging her off.
The boy in the cardigan punches Dennis hard in the stomach without as much as a second thought, causing Dennis to double over.
He turns to Quinn and Rachel, extending his hand politely for them to shake "I'm Kurt"
Once the formalities are over he looks over at Brittany and Santana to introduce himself, finding them pressed up against the lockers together, Brittany's mouth doing god knows what to Santana's neck.
"Never mind then" Kurt sighs.
The dreadlock guy starts to push Dennis down the corridor, kicking and screaming. Sugar pulls a cigarette out her back pocket and lights it "He won't be bothering you anymore" she states, taking a drag.
"Cheers for the backup" Quinn thanks, staring wantonly at her cigarette.
As soon as they came they left, riding after Dennis and the dreadlock guy like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Rachel looks at Quinn, expecting an answer "What?" Quinn says "They owed me a favor"
Rachel rolls her eyes, looking over to the still vigorously making out couple- Santana with her legs wrapped around Brittany's waist while the blonde presses her up against the locker- and rolls her eyes again.
Sam stood at the entrance to their clubhouse with his arms crossed, Mike stood next to him, mimicking his stance.
It wasn't so much as a clubhouse as a dug out cove underneath the senior citizen center, the only entrance in being a small cramped tunnel next to a very old lady's bed. But nevertheless they all called it a clubhouse because besides the comic book store, it was the only place where geeks in this town could go without getting teased by outsiders.
Plus if you wanted to get in you had to be part of an elite club called The SMG's. Needless to say one of the first fanboy's or fangirl's to join the group had a thing for Sarah Michelle Gellar.
Sam was furious and Mike was no better, storming through the clubhouse, hips swaying with attitude until they stood before their fellow geeks, glaring at them as they ignore them in favor of sitting on their computers.
"I'm ashamed and appalled at all of you" Sam declares, not sugar coating it at all "It makes me sick to my stomach to think that I was once proud to be in this club" his voice carries altitude and grows louder and louder but is met on deaf ears.
He nods to Mike, who without thought goes over to the Wi-Fi router and rips it from the wall.
That certainly gets their attention.
"What's wrong with you?" the skinny boy at the back that Sam's forgotten the name of shouts, followed by a chorus of groans and complaints.
"What's wrong with me?" he questions, hands on hips "What's wrong with you?" They all look guilty between them, quickly understanding what he was talking about. "You know, I thought we were better than to stoop down to the levels of those who pick on us day in and day out. I thought we were better than those Neanderthals that taunt us and call us geeks and dorks and idiots" he looks at every one of their guilty faces "But to hear from idle gossip that my friends and the people I trusted would go against the prophecy" he points to the wall where the old scripture stands for dramatic affect "And attack one of their own kind for something so superficial as who they chose to love, I am appalled"
"I thought we were better than this" Mike adds on, arms crossed beside Sam.
"We are" a kid in the back says, moving out from the crowd to stand before them, a good few inches shorter than the both of them "None of us wanted to do it but Dirk came in an riled us all up, we didn't know what we were doing, he kept saying traitor over and over again. You know we're no good at not succumbing to peer pressure so we went along with it" they all nod along and agree.
"Where is Dirk now?" Sam says threateningly as Mike rips the prophecy off the wall.
They slam through the double doors of the comic book store unceremoniously, gathering attention from all who occupy it, shrouding the small store in fear at the determined faces of Mike and Sam.
"Sup with you Changster? You look like a dog chewing a wasp" Quinn remarks from behind the cash register.
"Where's Dirk?" he says disarmingly, fists clenched at his sides.
"Who?"
"Dirk" he repeats.
Quinn stares off into space for a few long seconds "You mean big ginger with the Star Trek shirt? He's over there" she points to the furthest booth where Dirk sits by himself eating a burger.
They storm towards him, slamming the prophecy down on the table "You broke the secret code" Sam states, getting all up in his face.
Dirk places down his burger, looking at them wearingly "Excuse me?"
"You broke the code in the prophecy clearly stating that no member shall harm another member or else they shall be no longer a member of the SMG's"
"Well if you dismember me" people look at them weirdly at Dirk's choice of word "Then you'll have to dismember everyone else because they were all part of it" he spits "You may have beaten me once Chang, and other guy I don't really know, but you won't beat me again!"
Sam laughs dramatically for so long that Mike has to nudge him "In any other circumstances I'd say you were right but" he turns the prophecy over "You're wrong! The prophecy states that 'under the case of peer pressure the only dismembered member will be the instigator i.e. you, under the terms that all members and the member attacked agree' and they will agree old Dirky my friend, because" Mike does a drumroll "You are an asshole!"
"What- no- you can't do this!"
"Nobody messes with my best friends" Sam declares, slamming his hand on the table and invading Dirk's personal space "You just got Sammy Evans'd bitch, deal with it" he throws Dirk's plate to the floor for dramatic effect, the porcelain smashing on impact. He raises his hands above his head, Mike doing the same, and they walk out of the store triumphantly.
Not without apologizing to Quinn about the plate first though.
Brittany stood at the edge of Santana's swimming pool. In the middle of the night the only lights that were on outside were those coming from the inside of the pool, only highlighting the side of Brittany's face that was deeply bruised.
A cut had appeared on her left cheek despite her application of frozen peas and Santana's application of kisses. But she kind of liked it because it made her look even more dangerous than usual.
Santana hobbled towards her, her foot in a dark blue brace to help it heel per the doctor's orders. Brittany leant down to kiss her on the lips, grabbing her hand and playing with her fingertips.
"Look at you two" is said adoringly by a familiar voice and then all the lights outside are being switched on, blinding them for a second before the four figures of their best friends come into view. "You're like two pees in a pod" Sam says, hand over his heart.
Santana sits down on the cool tile, Brittany and the rest of them following suit until they're all sat on the edge with their feet in the pool- Santana keeping her bad ankle on dry land.
Mike nudges Brittany as Quinn passes out beers "Big day, huh?"
"You can say that again" Sam declares and Brittany laughs, well they all laugh a little bit.
"We drink a lot of alcohol" Rachel ponders out loud, taking a swig of the warm beer Quinn gives her.
"It's Quinn, she's a bad influence" Santana smiles, waiting for Brittany to open her beer, even with Brittany's bruised and battered knuckles she'd do a better job than Santana would with her wrist.
Quinn gawps "Not once have I forced a drink on any of you" she defends with a smile "It's just 'cause you rubes keep asking for it, not my fault that I can't say no"
"Do you even know what a rube is?" Mike snorts.
"No" Quinn says and Sam giggles "But it can't be good" Rachel bumps up against her in jest.
"I feel weird" Brittany reflects, her arm around Santana's waist and head resting against her shoulder.
"Maybe it's because Quinn's not stoned" Rachel teases; Quinn rolls her eyes and purposely knocks her hand so she spills some of her beer.
"Why do you feel weird?" Quinn laughs watching Rachel squeal.
"I don't know, I just feel really good" Brittany sighs "Like everything's going to be okay"
Santana smiles at her, leaning up to kiss her all drunk and sloppy.
Quinn burps "That was really cheesy"
Sam slaps her arm "No it wasn't" he looks over at them making out "It was beautiful"
Mike in his semi drunk state sees the lovey couple and grimaces bitterly, planting his wet foot on Brittany's back an pushing her hard into the pool.
Santana looks on in shock, watching Brittany resurface, a forced down chuckle tickling at her still kiss swollen lips.
"You dick" Brittany proclaims, hair sticking to her face, completely drenched. She shakes her head, splashing them all with water and they stop laughing hysterically to shout melodramatically in outrage. Brittany grabs Mike's foot with a devilish smirk; he grabs and pulls at the grass in vein as she tugs him into the pool with her.
They start off on a new round of laughter and Mike drenches them all in water when he resurfaces, like the creature from the black lagoon.
You're sexy and fierce.
That's what i'd say if i met any of you in real life, and then i'd follow it up with an awkward hug because everyone needs an awkward hug.
I've been listening to too much dubstep and now i'm thinking about writing a sex scene but i don't know if it'd upset the imaginary balance of the story or not.
Anywho you're all fabulous and beautiful and magical and i think you should just go and do your normal activities with a sassy strut because you deserve that sassy strut.
wow i'm tired
let me know what you think you beautiful lovely people with dazzling smiles