Brittany gulped down her cranberry vodka and slammed her empty cup onto the bar. Quinn was supposed to be driving them home so she was sipping on hers slowly. Brittany was attempting to get the bartender's attention to order another drink when he comes over holding a shot glass and a bottle of Captain Morgan. The bartender sat the shot glass down in front of Brittany and filled it to the brim. "From the blonde over there," he said, nodding his head in the direction of the blonde boy with large lips.
Brittany brought the shot to her lips and quickly swallowed as the burning liquid filled her throat and nostrils. She sat the glass back down and licked at her lips while searching out the boy who had so graciously bought her the shot. He still stood across the bar, a slight smile on his lips as Brittany made eye contact with him. Brittany nodded a thank you and he tilted his beer at her. She was about to make her way over to him when Quinn lightly tapped her shoulder.
"His name is Sam" Quinn smiled as she handed Brittany another mixed drink. "I'll introduce you two later but let's go find my friends first so they know we are here."
"Awesome" responded Brittany already bouncing on the balls of her feet as she could feel the alcohol beginning to course through her veins. Quinn grabbed onto Brittany's hand and the two began their trek through the sea of students as they made their way to the back door of the bar. The door was propped open with an old cinderblock and offered one of the only sources of airflow throughout the packed bar. Brittany hadn't realized how hot she was until they reached the doorway and she felt the fresh air hit her face. "Maybe I should have worn shorts" she mumbled and Quinn couldn't help but giggle. They dropped hands once outside because even though there were plenty of people in the fenced-in patio it was much easier to move around. Up against the far side of the fence were a couple of wooden seats with a rickety table holding three empty pitchers. College kids occupied all the seats and were encouraging one of their drunken buddies to chug his bottle of beer.
Another area of the fence hosted about three or four couples who were too wrapped up in each other to notice anybody else. The ground had been covered in tiny rocks and stones and Brittany had to make sure not to trip over them while she was walking over the uneven surface. Brittany really hadn't ever been to a bar before but she did everything she could not to laugh at the just how old and dirty the bar really was.
She followed Quinn over to a picnic table which sat directly in the middle of the patio. The entire tabletop and benches were covered in people sitting around and talking to one another; happy to escape the heat and blaring music indoors. Quinn began the classic white-girl squeal when she made eye contact with her friends and ran the rest of the short distance to give them hugs. Once done hugging the three girls, Quinn turned to Brittany, "C'mere silly girl! These are my friends Rachel, Mercedes, and Santana."
Brittany made eye contact with Rachel and then Mercedes. "It's very nice to meet you…" Brittany hadn't made eye contact with Santana yet for fear of being taunted like Quinn had talked about. When she finally did, Brittany thought her heart may have momentarily skipped a beat.
Santana's long, dark hair curled over the front of her shoulders, her bangs swept to one side. She wore a short, tight black and blue striped dress that hugged her body in all the right places and left very little to the imagination. Black cowboy boots that reached mid-calf covered the olive skinned girl's feet and completed her outfit perfectly. Her mocha eyes held Brittany's gaze for barely more than a second and she offered up a pleasant smile before breaking eye contact, the smile still sitting on her lips.
Brittany cleared her throat and laughed the momentary silence off hoping everyone would figure it had to do with her alcohol intake so far. "It's very nice to meet you all." Everyone smiled and returned the greeting and even Santana looked back up at her. The girls began talking about how Brittany liked the school so far and it wasn't long before a group of guys had made their way over to the girls. The guys were introduced to Brittany as Finn, Sam (the guy who had bought her the shot), Puck and Artie. They were all having a great time and Brittany could feel Sam's eyes on her. As much as she usually would have liked the attention she really just wanted to catch the attention of a certain girl sitting to her left.
It was nearing on midnight and Brittany couldn't have been having a better time, well except maybe if she was talking to Santana more. She couldn't figure out what it was because Brittany certainly liked guys, but there was just something about this girl that made Brittany's breath catch in her throat.
"Hey Brittany, you want another drink?" Sam asked. Brittany looked down to realize her cup was empty. "Sure," she said. "That would be great." The two made their way back inside and Sam ordered himself a beer and Brittany asked for a Dirty Shirley. It was too hot to stay inside the bar so the two began their walk back to the patio when they ran into Santana as people moved out of her way so she could easily walk through the crowd.
"She certainly gets a lot of people's attention," Sam said as he leaned down to whisper in Brittany's ear. She nodded her head in agreement as Santana approached the pair. Without ever looking at Sam, Santana gave Brittany a small smile and had a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"I have to use the restroom. Wanna come with?" Santana asked. Brittany did her best to contain her excitement, albeit a little bit confused, and she looked up to Sam while shrugging her shoulders. "I'll be out in a second," she said to him. Sam made his way out the door as the girls made their way back over to the bar.
"I thought you had to pee" Brittany said. Santana bit her bottom lip slightly. "I do. But how about a shot first?" she asked.
"Sounds great" Brittany eagerly responded. The girls easily the bartender's attention and Santana ordered them two shots of tequila. Within seconds the girls had taken their shots and Brittany almost jumped as she felt a warm hand embrace hers. Before she could turn her head, she felt hot breath on her cheek as Santana leaned in and whispered, "Don't want to lose you in the crowd. Can we go to the bathroom now?"
Unable to form words, Brittany merely nodded and allowed to Santana to navigate them through the crowd and to the bathroom hidden in the back of the bar. Unlike the usual two stalled bathroom by the patio, the bar also had two single stall bathrooms hidden by the dance floor. The girls pushed through the sweaty bodies of the drunken college students and finally made it inside the single stall bathroom. Brittany heard the door lock behind her and gasped in surprise as she felt herself being pushed against the rough wood of the bathroom wall.
She couldn't help but close her eyes as she felt Santana's body push into hers and her hot breath against Brittany's ear. "I'm going to kiss you now…"