A/N: Hey! Here's chapter 6. I also wanted to make clear that this story doesn't completely follow canon. Just saying so you guys won't get confused!

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CHAPTER 6

I don't know how long I had been out, but when I opened my eyes I was sitting on the floor with an empty liquor bottle lying next to me. I immediately clenched my eyes shut again when the smell of beer and smoke entered my nostrils. I was feeling nauseous, and I thought that I needed to puke. My head was thumping too and I silently cursed myself for drinking that much. A moment later I felt something pressing roughly against my lips and big hands roamed my body. My eyes shot open, and I saw Puck.

It took a moment before my brain started to work because of all the alcohol in my body, but when Puck's lips pressed harder against mine, I lifted my arms up to his chest, trying to push him off of me. I pushed with all the strength I had in me, but the alcohol made my limbs feel so heavy and I was too weak to get him off of me.

I opened my mouth to yell at him, but that made him think it was an invitation to let his tongue enter my mouth and dance against mine. I panicked, my heart started to thump loudly in my chest and through all of the clouds in my brain one thought was clear:

I need to get him off of me

I knew it was no use trying to push him off of me, because he was too strong, so I just started to shake my head in attempt to make him stop. This only made him push himself harder against me, his lips rough against mine. Because of all the force with which he pushed himself against me, my head snapped back against the wall behind me. I winced a little at the pain in the back of my head, but I immediately forgot the pain when I felt his hands crawl upwards from my hips. I wanted to slap his hands away from my body, but my arms seemed glued to the floor.

My head started thumping harder, my heart beating faster and I was afraid that I would pass out, until I suddenly heard someone yelling. Seconds later Puck was gone. The yelling didn't stop, and I knew that Puck was one of the two people that were yelling. I was curious why they were yelling but I was too damn tired to make myself look up to see what was happening. I was just glad that Puck had left, and all I wanted to do was close my eyes and sleep.

"Get off of her! Don't you see she doesn't want that?"

"Wha're you talkin' 'bout. We were havin' a great time!" I heard Puck's voice.

"Just go away," the other voice said.

Because of the loud music and all the people in the house, along with my thumping brain I couldn't make out to who the other voice belonged. I was curious, but too drunk and tired to make myself open my eyes again. I let my head loll forward, and I intended to just fall asleep there on the floor of Puck's house, but a hand on my shoulder stopped me. The hand was softer and more gentle than Puck's had been a few minutes earlier.

"Come on, Santana. You have to go home," I heard someone above me say. It was the same voice from before. The one that had yelled at Puck.

I knew I had to go home, and I wanted to, but my body was too heavy to get up. The hand on my shoulder gave me a soft squeeze, indicating that they were waiting for an answer.

"Can't…," I managed to get out.

"Hold on to me." Before I could answer, I felt two warm arms wrap under my armpits, tugging me upwards. My eyes were still closed and I was having a hard time trying to get my legs straight under my body. They felt like jelly. An arm wound its way around my waist and guided through the mass of dancing people.

I tried to concentrate to place one foot in front of the other and keeping myself from caving in. I stumbled when someone bumped into me, I guess it was a football player, but the strong arm around my waist helped me stay up and guided me outside. The cool air shocked my face, and I was happy to be away from the mass of bodies. That didn't take away that I still felt awful, and it seemed like my legs would feel heavier with every step I took. I wondered how long I would last until I would collapse onto the ground. I grinned a little at the thought. I wouldn't even mind, I just wanted to sleep, whether it was in a warm fuzzy bed or on the ground, I didn't care.

Suddenly the arm that had supported me around the waist disappeared, but a second later a soft hand wrapped around mine and pulled me gently forward. I still hadn't opened my eyes, and I still didn't know who was holding my hand and where they were taking me. But the hand felt nice in mine, so I gladly let it guide me.

"Whe' a' we goin'?" I slurred. In my head it had sounded a lot better, but it seemed my brain and body weren't at the same page right now. I regretted talking when I felt a huge clump at the back of my throat, indicating that I was going to puke if I talked too much.

"You are going to bed," a soft voice answered.

Now we were out of the house, and away from the loud music and partying people, it was easier to hear, and I tripped over my own feet when I recognized the voice. I braced myself for the fall, but right before my knees hit the ground I felt a hard pull on my arm and I was finally able to open my eyes and look up into Brittany's when she hoisted me up.

"Watch out," she said with a small smile. She waited until I was safe on my legs again and then started walking again. Slower this time to make sure that I wouldn't trip again.

I was drunk, tired, sleepy, nauseous, everything awful, and my brain wasn't working properly, but through all the clouds it still managed to send little electric shocks through my body when I took a moment to look at our joined hands. Her hand felt so soft and warm in mine, and for a second I would swear that I could feel her thumb brushing over the back of my hand every now and then. But that could also be a vision caused by the alcohol.

I didn't know if it was my brain or the booze speaking, but I had to admit that I enjoyed walking next to her. Holding her hand. It was nice. Warm. Soft. Gentle.

"Snice," I mumbled.

After a minute or so of walking, she came to a halt and let go of my hand. I immediately started swaying back and forth, having trouble keeping my footing and she rushed forward, placing her hands on my hips and pushing me softly until I was leaning against a car. Her car I think. I leaned heavily against the vehicle as my head lolled forward, making my hair fall in a curtain in front of my face. My eyes fluttered closed again and I felt like I could just stand there and fall asleep. It was quite comfortable.

I woke from my short slumber when she pinched me lightly in my side and said my name.

"Santana? Santana, stay awake," she said, softly nudging my shoulder. "Where do you live?" Her voice sounded concerned.

I tried to lift my head upwards to face her, but it was too damn heavy and I thought that I was going to puke if I did, so I just kept it hanging. I pinched my eyebrows together, thinking about the right answer to her question.

"Dunno. I reeeally have no idea," I drawled out. It was true. No matter how deep I dug, I had no idea where my house was and how to get there.

I heard her mutter a few curses under her breath, and I grinned. I thought it was funny that such a sweet girl like Brittany cursed.

"Is there someone you can call? Can you call your mom?"

The grin disappeared as quickly as it had come and my body stiffened. I was drunk as hell and I really wanted to go to bed and sleep, but I'd rather sleep on a park bench than call my mom in the middle of the night and ask her to pick me up. She would kill me. Not because I was drunk, but because I had woken her up.

"No… Not my mom, please. Can't… Problemooo," I managed to get out. I had to take a few deep breaths after; trying to speak when you're drunk is tiring.

"Okay," she said, "come on, you."

My hand started to tingle when it was wrapped in hers again. A little giggle escaped my throat and I was sure I had the dumbest smile ever on my face when she opened the door of her car for me and helped me into the passenger's seat. I flopped down on the leather seat with a soft thud, and she bent inside to fasten my seatbelt. She was so close. So close that I could smell her. While she was fumbling with the seatbelt, I took the chance to inhale deeply. She smelled like vanilla, and something like cotton candy. A small smile tugged at my lips. She reminded me of a funfair, with kids running around happily with candy in their hands and people smiling and having fun. My shoulders slumped when she backed out of the car again and closed the door. I let my head fall against the headrest as she walked around the car and took place in the driver's seat. Then she looked over at me with a concerned look on her face.

"Are you okay? It's okay if you need to puke, but then just do it in my lap or something, because my dad will kill me if the leather seats are covered in puke stains."

I couldn't help myself, but I started to giggle uncontrollably.

"What's so funny?" she asked with a smile of her own.

I took a deep breath, letting my eyes flutter closed before answering. "You really a' the weirde't person I've evermet!"

"Because I don't want to have puke on my seats?" she asked with a quizzical expression.

I burst out laughing again, and when she realized that she wasn't going to get an answer out of me, she started the ignition and drove out of Puck's street. I opened my eyes and tried to keep them on the road, but after a minute I had no clue where we were going and I felt my eyes and body get heavier and heavier.

"So… sleepy," I mumbled. "Can't get comf'rt'ble in this stupid seat."

She released one hand from the steering wheel, reached over to me and pulled my shoulder softly towards her.

"Here, rest your head on my shoulder. We'll be there in ten minutes."

I shot her a weird look, but my exhaustion was stronger than my brain, so I took her offer and wiggled my body a bit so I could rest my head against her shoulder. I enjoyed the warm fuzzy feeling that crept through my body the moment it made contact with hers.

We drove in silence for a few minutes, but suddenly I felt the urge to talk to her. I really didn't understand a thing about this girl. I had made her feel miserable more than once, even made her cry, and here she was, taking care of me when I was drunk.

"Why are you doin' this?" I breathed.

She kept her eyes on the road while answering: "because you said you were tired. This way you can rest your head."

"No. I mean why're you helpin' me? I've been nothin' but awful to you."

I felt her foot leave the gas pedal for a second while she turned her head to look down at me.

"I don't care. You looked like you needed help, so I helped you," she said matter-of-factly.

A smile crept up my face, even though I didn't want it. This girl was unbelievable. I didn't know whether she was just one of the kindest persons walking the earth, or one of the stupidest, but I knew for sure that I absolutely didn't understand a thing about her.

"If I was you, and you were me. Or…," I took a moment to think about what I wanted to say, but I figured she would understand anyway. "Or something… Then I would've just laughed a'you. Or me." I paused for a second to think, but thinking wasn't one of my strengths at the moment, so I gave up. "You know what I'm tryin' to say right?" I finally drawled out.

She chuckled. "Yes. But I'm not you. I'm Brittany, and you're Santana, and I'll help you whenever you need me to."

I slowly nodded my head against my shoulder. I didn't understand a thing about her, but I felt a smile tug at my lips nonetheless.

We both were quiet the rest of the drive, me with my head on her shoulder and she keeping her eyes on the road. The car slowly came to a halt, but I still didn't have a clue where we were. She didn't know where I lived, so we couldn't be at my place. She tapped me gently on the top of my head, telling me to get up. I tried to lift my head off of her shoulder, but it was too damn heavy. A low grumble escaped from my throat, making her laugh. Then I felt my shoulders tingle where her hands touched them, helping me to get up and pushing me into the passenger's seat. When she was sure I sat safely, she released me and told me to wait, then got out of the car and walked around it to open the door on my side. When I looked through the windshield I saw an unfamiliar house. I pinched my eyes into small slits to look at it. Various colors danced in front of my eyes and I had to open and close them a few times to get a better view. It was a nice house, complete with a front yard full of colorful flowers and a black family car on the driveway. It was the kind of house you would see in television commercials, with smiling kids running around the lawn and a golden retriever waiting for his owner to come home.

I smiled drunkenly, while trying very hard to keep my eyes open. Seconds later the door on my right opened and I could instantly smell the sweet scent of Brittany again. She leant into the car and wrapped her arms under my armpits, pulling me out of the seat. I tried to stand up by myself, but my limbs were just too heavy and the scent of her made me lose control over my body even more, so I just let her drag me up and push me against the side of her car. She made sure I stood secure against her car, before she released me to close the car door. The cold night air was like a slap in my face, and it somehow made me even drowsier than I already was. I hiccupped, and she turned her head to face me.

"Are you okay? Do you need to throw up?"

She sounded concerned. I opened my mouth to answer, but instead I hiccupped again.

"I'll hold your hair if you want me to."

I took a deep breath and waited a second to make sure I didn't have to hiccup again. "I don' 'ave to puke. Sleep."

From between the slits of my eyes I could see her smiling.

"Okay, good. Come on then," she said while walking towards the front door of the house. I pushed myself from the car with my hands, but the instant my body left the car, I could feel my legs wobbling and I stepped back to the car. She noticed, and walked back to me, reaching her hand out for me to grab it. I looked at it for a second, before taking it and letting her guide me towards her house.

She released my hand when she was looking for her keys. My legs wobbled under me and I had to lean into her side to stop myself from falling. She laughed, and turned the key in the lock. She linked her arm through mine and helped me inside. I didn't even bother looking at the house; I just stood there, eyes half closed, while she locked the door behind her. A moment later she helped me out of my jacket and I felt my skin burn at the places she touched it.

"Come on, let's get you to bed," she said softly, then grabbing my hand again and helping me up the stairs.

"I'm so sleepy," I said, while squeezing her hand tightly in mine to keep myself from falling down the stairs.

"Ssshh, I know," she whispered. When we reached the top of the stairs she guided me to her room, and I immediately shuffled towards the bed. She let go of my hand and I let myself fall face-first onto her bed. It was soft and fluffy. It even smelt like her.

"I'm going to get you some water, I'll be right back."

I muttered something into the pillow and closed my eyes, enjoying the softness of her bed. I don't know whether it was seconds, minutes, or hours later but suddenly she sat next to me on the bed, helping me to sit up.

"Here, drink this. It'll make you feel better. I give this to Lord Tubbington too whenever he's drunk."

My face scrunched into a confused expression, but I thought that it just sounded so weird because I was drunk, so I ignored it.

She offered me a glass of water and I lifted my arm to take it, but I lost my balance and fell backwards onto the bed. She laughed a little and placed the glass on her bedside table, then wrapped her arm behind my back and lifted me up. She held her hand there to keep me from falling backwards again and handed me the glass. I took a few sips, while enjoying the warmth of her arm against my back. I was still nauseous, but the water seemed to help a little. After a few gulps my body started to become too heavy for me to keep sitting up. "So tired…" I sighed.

"I know, Santana. But you have to get out of those clothes first; I'll get you something to sleep in." She stood up and walked towards her drawer. Without her arm around my back, I immediately fell back into the mattress. I didn't care. I was so tired. My eyes fluttered closed and I let the bed envelope me.

"Santana."

"Hmmm," it was the only thing that I could get out of my mouth at that moment.

"I have some clothes for you to sleep in."

I grumbled, then moved my hands to the bottom of my top and pulled it over my head. Then I moved them to my skirt and pulled it down my legs, not caring that Brittany was still standing there. It felt like it took all the strength in my body to take my clothes off and I was drained when I lay back again.

I heard Brittany sigh, and then I heard her shuffle closer to the bed. The mattress dipped when she placed her knee next to my body. My eyes were closed, but I knew she was very close to me because I could feel the heat radiating off of her body, making a smile form at my lips. My breath hitched a little when she moved closer and gently pulled a shirt over my head. The shirt smelled like her. It smelled so good and it made goose bumps crawl over my skin.

"Hmmm, vanilla," I mumbled happily, while snuggling deeper into the mattress.

"What?" she asked, while pulling some sweats over my legs.

"Hmnothing."

I inhaled deeply and almost immediately fell asleep.

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I woke by warm rays of sun shining through the window, pricking my eyes. I grumbled, my head was still pounding, but besides that I was really warm and comfortable. I slowly opened my eyes to take a look on the alarm clock on my bedside table. My brow furrowed when I was greeted by blonde head of hair instead of my alarm clock. Slowly, images from the previous night came back to me, and my body stiffened when I realized that the super comfy pillow I thought I was lying on was in fact Brittany's chest. One of her hands rested on my shoulder and my arm was draped over her stomach.

My head started to thump ever harder as my brain kicked in and screamed at me that I had to get out of there, but I knew that if I made a sudden movement, it would wake Brittany. And that would make this whole situation even more awkward.

Shit shit shit

I slowly lifted my arm and retracted it from Brittany's body. I paused a second to make sure that she was still sleeping, and then I lifted my body off the mattress, quietly stepping out of the bed. I tiptoed around the room to look for my clothes, which were draped neatly over the back of a chair. I scooped them up in my arms and looked down my body and saw I was clothed in an unfamiliar shirt and sweatpants. They must've been Brittany's. I debated changing, but I figured it would take too much time, and I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, so I just left the room in Brittany's clothes, and my own clothes under my arm. I stopped at the top of the stairs, listening if there was anybody in the house, but it was quiet, so I figured the coast was clear to leave the house. I tiptoed down the stairs and I froze when I was met by a pair of big brown eyes and a wagging tail looking up at me. Down the stairs was a huge German Shepard, panting happily and looking curious at me.

Shit

I wasn't scared of dogs. I liked them. But I was scared that he was going to bark and that that would wake Brittany. I cautiously took another step down the stairs.

"Hey there, boy," I whispered, slowly reaching my hand out to the dog.

He wagged his tail happily and reached forward to sniff my hand, and I figured it was safe to take the last two steps down the stairs.

I petted the dog on his head. "Bye, boy. Don't tell Brittany." I slipped into my jacket and then reached for the doorknob and twisted it as quietly as I could to the side and left the house. I let out a frustrated sigh when I remembered I had left my car at home the previous night, so it meant that I had to walk home now. Luckily I knew the neighborhood; it wasn't far from Puck's house, so I didn't have to be scared that I'd get lost.

It was still early, but the sun was already shining brightly and I had to squint my eyes against all the light that made my head thump even harder.

What the hell happened last night?

I remembered the party. I remembered being annoyed with Quinn, and I remembered that I took the bottle of liquor with me to the living room of Puck's house. Then there was a whole blur, and the next thing I remembered was sitting on the floor in the living room with the empty bottle next to me.

Fuck

My heart sped up as visions of Puck's lips on mine entered my brain. I suddenly felt extremely nauseous, and it wasn't because of all the alcohol I had drunk the night before. "Shit, shit, shit," I cursed aloud, a hand raised to my head in an attempt to clear it. It didn't work.

What happened next?

Had I kissed him back? Had I pushed him off of me? How did I end up at Brittany's? How did we end up all snuggled up in her bed? I had so many questions and I had no answers. I knew I had to calm down and try to clear my head a bit before I would be able to think straight again.

C'mon Santana. Easy.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to relax a bit. My heart was still thumping loudly in my chest, but I forced myself to calm down.

Okay, the party. Quinn. Liquor. Floor. Puck.

Yelling. There had been yelling. And then Puck had been gone. My eyes widened and I froze at the spot.

Brittany.

Brittany had pushed Puck off of me and had told him to get lost. Then she had helped me on my feet and taken me home. I remembered what I had said -no scratch that- what I had mumbledto her in the car. That I didn't understand why she was helping me. I still didn't. She had been so sweet for me, taking care of me and taking my drunk ass home with her. I looked down my body to take a look at the clothes she had given me, and I cautiously bent my head forward and inhaled deeply.

Vanilla.

Brittany

I immediately lifted my head up again and mentally smacked myself in the face.

What the fuck are you doing, Santana? She didn't help you because she likes you. That's impossible, after all you did to her. She just wants something from you. Watch out, Santana.

"Right," I whispered to myself, and fumbled in the pockets of my jacket to take my pack of cigarettes out of it. I planted the cigarette between my lips and lighted it, taking a deep drag and letting the smoke swirl in my mouth.

I was just so angry. At everyone. At my mom, for being who –what- she was. At Quinn, for placing popularity above everything. At Finn, for just being Finn. At Puck, for taking advantage of me when I was drunk.

But most of all, at Brittany, for making me feel so fucking confused all the time.

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My mom wasn't home when I entered my house. I didn't know where she was, but I figured she'd be at work. I stomped up the stairs and immediately made a dash for my bed, landing with a soft thud and not bothering to take my – or Brittany's – clothes off. I fell asleep again the moment my head connected with the pillow.

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My eyes fluttered open at the sound of someone knocking on the door. I groaned, running my hand over my eyes and probably smearing all the make-up that was still there. I still felt awful. I decided to ignore the knocking on the door, they would probably leave in a minute or so, and I snuggled back into the mattress. I closed my eyes again, determined to fall asleep again, but the person that was at the door obviously wasn't planning on leaving and kept knocking.

"Argh!" I groaned loudly, while throwing the covers off of my body. I combed my hand through my hair and stepped out of my bed. I stomped through my room and down the stairs. Through the window of the door I could see the outline of a slender figure standing in front of the door.

My arm reached for the door knob and yanked it open. I could feel my breath hitch in my throat and I almost slammed the door back shut out of shock. Goosebumps made their way up my body and I suddenly felt very self-conscious as Brittany was smiling at me and I probably looked horrible with my disheveled hair and raccoon eyes.

I opened and closed my mouth a few times, trying to think of something to say, but no words would come out. Various thoughts and questions shot through my mind as I was staring at Brittany, who was still smiling at me. It was as if time stood still.

What is she doing here? How does she know where I live? Why is she smiling? She should be angry at me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were sleeping," she started. "It's just that, you left your phone this morning when you," she paused for a moment and she averted her eyes from me, looking at nothing in particular. "When you left." She said the last part a lot softer, sad almost.

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks and my brow furrowed when I realized what I felt was guilt. Guilt for sneaking out of her house when she had taken such care of me.

"Uh… Yeah, I guess," I stammered. It was the only thing that would come out of my mouth.

She fumbled in her pocket and took my phone out of it. She glanced at it for a moment, a weird look in her eyes, and then handed it over to me.

It took me a moment to make my arm reach out to her to take the phone from her. I felt like I was frozen. I was so confused. I just sneaked out of her house this morning without thanking her after she had helped me, and here she was again, bringing me my phone.

"Thanks," I mumbled softly, and stuffed the phone into the pocket of my sweats. I didn't dare to look her in the eyes anymore so I started to fumble with the hem of my shirt instead. It wasn't until then that I realized that I was still dressed in her clothes. My heart started thumping in my chest and I felt a huge wave of heat wash over my body.

She must've noticed something, because she let out a soft laugh and reached over to me, touching my arm softly. She only touched me for a second, but it made my heart thump even louder.

"It's okay, I don't need them back right now."

"Erm, yeah, thanks," I stammered, looking at anything but her.

"I have to go," she said, giving me a little wave and a smile.

I just stood frozen in the door opening while she turned around and started walking towards her car. Before she opened the door she turned back to me. She stood there for a moment, looking at me, before her eyes shifted to the ground. She almost looked shy.

"I sent you a message with my phone, just so you have my number," she spoke softly.

I swear I could see her cheeks flush a little, but before I could take a better look she had already climbed into her car. My brow knitted together and I stepped back into the house. After I closed the door behind me I leaned against it and took my phone out of my pocket. I slid my thumb across the screen to unlock it and I was instantly greeted by a text message:

hi, I just wanted to give you my number so you can call me whenever you need me. i meant what I said yesterday. -B

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