A/N: I'm not even sure it will be enough if i write that i'm sorry...like a hundred times...? But I really, really am. I know i'm awful, keeping you waiting like that for o long! Will you guys forgive me? I had absolutely no time at all, went on holidays in a secluded place with a few friends without internet, just a phone. And then came back home, to leave the day after... University calls you know. But now i'm all settled down, ready to start my masters degree and keep going with the story!
Seeing i'll probably have a lot of work...i'll really try to update weekly or maybe once every two weeks!
Anyway, i just wanted you guys to know i'm still here! Thanks for the alerts/favs/reviews...they make my day everytime and keep me wanting to continue!
Now i'll let you read the next chapter! Hope you enjoy!
R&R!
The music was pumping through the speakers.
So, so loud.
When Santana set foot in the living room it was like there was a time wrap. The party had completely escalated. If when her and Santana left for the bathroom everybody was chatting, drinking and dancing a little…things sure were different now.
First of all, there was a huge white cloud in the center of the room, just under the ceiling. The brunette wasn't sure if it was from people smoking cigarettes, or something else. But by the smell of it…there was surely something else than just tobacco floating around in the air.
Coughing a little, and knitting her eyebrows together, Santana had to stifle a laugh at the scene she was witnessing. Never in her young life had she ever been in a party with that many people drinking, dancing, smoking…and Oh wow, having sex on the couch?
The Latina scanned the room to see if she could spot her blonde best friend, who last time she had seen her, was suggestively dancing with Rachel.
Seeing Rachel upstairs in such a drunken state made her laugh, but also worried her a little. Quinn was not used to drinking, just a few drinks and she would be wasted. So she figured she should find her, at least see if everything was alright and if she was having fun. The brunette smiled at the thought. I'm sure she's having plenty of fun.
Before Santana could even find a way in the crowd, Brittany caught up with her, and laughed at loud at the very same scene she discovered.
"Hell yeah! That's what I call a party!" The blonde exclaimed laughing, clearly enjoying what she was seeing.
Santana quirked an amused eyebrow.
"Do you always party like this?" The Latina asked grinning.
"This and more. But it is a good start." Brittany said smiling widely and nodding her head.
Brittany opened her mouth to continue speaking but was interrupted when a wide pair of arms caught both girls in an embrace. Santana stumbled forward at the heavy body behind her.
"There are my giiiiiiirls!" Esteban's voice came out loud, and slurry. Completely under the influence of alcohol.
Brittany chuckled at that, so did Santana. Momentarily forgetting what had happened between them, what would certainly happen again. Behind Esteban's back.
"Santanita! You disappeared! Where did ya go?" The tall boy asked trying to keep a serious tone. Wanting to know if his little sister went to do funny business with a stranger.
"Just to the bathroom" Santana shrugged, her cheeks already turning a darker shade.
"And you Britt? To the bathroom too? That's weird." Esteban asked, then replied on his own. His voice almost too serious for the girls liking.
Could he have figured something out? Did he see us leave? No…calm down. Not possible. Brittany and Santana's thoughts were going wild as their faces let their feelings show. A worried expression taking over their smiles.
"No…I was with Rachel there, she's had one too many." Brittany tried to explain quickly.
"Ah! Yeah! I've seen her! Damn, she's crazy!" Esteban replied laughing, completely forgetting his previous comment and the effect it had on the girls.
"Well…hum…I'm off to grab a drink!" Brittany said, too loud to be spontaneous. The blonde dancer got out of Esteban's embrace and disappeared in the crowd. Leaving brother and sister alone.
"So, do you like the party?" Esteban asked soflty to his little sister, nudging her shoulder.
"Very much. I was wondering though…who'll clean?" The brunette asked smiling and playing with her brother.
"Ah…don't bother me now with this!" The boy replied laughing. As he looked to the crowd, dancing madly to the beat of Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody, shouting the lyrics.
"So Santanita, where's that boyfriend of yours?" Esteban prompted, interesting in knowing why the young girl hadn't brought him to the party.
Santana felt slitghly embarrassed, she wasn't used to talking about this stuff with Esteban, or her parents…or anyone but Quinn really.
"He's…at home? I guess." The brunette replied, clearly uncomfortable.
"Why didn't you bring him?" Her brother continued, the effects of the alcohol seemed to be dissipating.
"I don't know…I thought I'd have more fun with Quinn." The Latina tried to explain, but failed miserably.
Esteban eyebrows rose at his sister's reply. That was weird. More fun with Quinn? When both girls had barely been together, except maybe for the first hour of the party. Something felt off. He had seen Santana come back from upstairs, followed by Brittany.
"You're getting along fine with Brittany…right?" The boy prompted, now clearly interested in what was going on.
Santana's attitude, all shy and uncomfortable was not normal. Brittany evading his arms was not normal. And both girls disappearing and reappearing at the same time…was not normal. Something's up. Esteban didn't even control the words that left his mouth, he didn't want to interrogate Santana, he was just really curious. And…well the 8 beers he had drank made his mind less interested in manners.
Santana's eyes were fixed on the ground, how she wished she had a drink she could down. She definitely didn't expect her brother to ask those questions, specially not on that tone, as if he already knew the answer. The Latina didn't know what it meant. Now, with all this all she felt was shame. Shame for everything that happened, she felt so guilty. She didn't want to hurt Esteban, but she just couldn't help herself with Brittany. It was insane, and it was driving her mad.
Clearing her throat slightly before her eyes scanned the room for anyone who might save her from the situation, she eventually found Esteban's gaze and replied soflty.
"Yeah…sure. She's not that bad." The Latina tried to sound cool, not concerned. This time it seemed to work, as Esteban took a gulp from his drink and nodded.
The boy didn't want to push his sister anymore, even though he knew something was up for sure now.
None of them had realized that during their little-awkward-and-confusing conversation, Rachel was standing a little behind them, she caught what the chat was about, and through her buzz, knew this meant: MAYDAY MAYDAY leave the boat, women and children first, this is a disaster.
Without really thinking about it, she mimicked Esteban's previous embrace, and caught the two Lopez in one. Even though her arms were considerably shorter and she struggled a bit to get it right.
"Heyyyy Lopez family!" Rachel exclaimed, and as she did, she could swear she felt Santana let out a relieved breath she had been holding for a while now.
Esteban chuckled and took another gulp from his drink.
Santana also smiled softly.
"Where's my girlfriend?!" Rachel once again almost shouted, bouncing up and down.
Esteban laughed out loud, at the little brunette's enthusiasm.
"Who? Quinn or Brittany?" The boy asked, playing with his girlfriend's best friend. He too had witnessed the very hot dance session from a moments before.
Rachel faked being lost in thoughts, thinking hard about an imaginary thing. Finally inching her face down and close to Esteban's she replied just as playfully.
"Now that you mention it…I'm not sure." Rachel said quirking a suggestive eyebrow.
Santana could feel the tip of her ears burning and could imagine how her face must look like, she was not usually so shy. But, the conversation she her brother had really thrown her off, and now she felt uncomfortable. Plain and simple.
The Latina took the opportunity to run away, mumbling something about thirsty, drink and cup. Neither Rachel or Esteban really understood, nor cared.
"So what's up handsome?" Rachel asked nudging Esteban shoulder, and taking his drink from him in the process, stealing a long sip.
"Not much. Enjoying the birthday." The boy replied in an almost sad way.
"Awww. Why are you down?" The loud brunette asked, clearly reading Esteban like an open book. Okay, she heard them talk too.
"Nothing. Just me imagining things you know." Esteban shrugged shaking his head and passing a hand through his hair. What he was imagining couldn't be true anyway. The girls were just friends and getting along, that's it. The drinks were missing with his head. But…still. The boy didn't know if it was him, or if something really was up. It was the first time since her started dating Brittany, that her being Bi might be a problem. Because in his mind, it left an open possibility. She had liked girls, hell, dated them. And Santana…well sure she was his sister, but he wasn't blind. He knew perfectly how his sister looked.
Trying to erase those thoughts from his mind, Esteban took his drink from Rachel's hands and downed it.
"Wow…okay." Rachel said as she watched Esteban drinking.
Next thing she knew she was pulled by Esteban in the crowd, as the boy exclaimed in a sort of forced enthusiasm "Let's keep this party going!"
Rachel had managed to escape the dancers, and Esteban's insistence and eventually could find Brittany.
The blonde was near the music station, drink in hand, talking to some random people.
Rachel pulled Brittany by the arm, and stole her from the friends…people…whatever.
"Hey…what's up?" Brittany asked as soon as both girls were not within hearing reach.
"You have a problem." Rachel said sternly, as if she hadn't even had one drink.
Brittany instantly grew concerned; Rachel was not one to kid with this kind of stuff. She was always funny and unreasonable, but between them they were honest when something was wrong. Besides, in all the people she knew, Rachel was the one she trusted the most. She knew the little brunette would support her in anything, even the worse.
Brittany took a deep breath, indicating to Rachel that she was ready to hear the rest, the blonde's eyebrows were knitted together.
"Esteban's curious." Rachel simply said and Brittany was left hanging.
"What? About what? What do you mean?" The blonde asked in a breath.
"You know about what, he saw you girls come downstairs together…and maybe he saw you too leave together. I don't know…he's just putting two and two together." Rachel tried to explain, without rambling.
Brittany's heart was pumping rapidly in her chest, she could feel it in her ears, in her throat.
"Shit..." The blonde whispered as she face palmed herself.
"Don't worry, Auntie Rachel's here. We'll find something." Rachel said trying to reassure her best friend.
Brittany was now borderline panic attack. She had been in rather complicated situations, but this was something else. And she so wasn't ready to deal with it…she just started trying to figure out what this thing between her and Santana was…so this. This is not the fucking right time. God, I feel so selfish right now.
"You should… I don't know. Reassure Esteban?" Rachel tried, she had arrived only a few days ago, but hadn't even seen the couple really do…couply stuff together once.
Instead, she had seen Brittany flirt with Santana and vice versa. She could understand how Esteban was getting suspicious, he didn't even need to have any proof…Brittany's attitude was enough to worry him.
Brittany folded her arms on her chest, and knitted her eyebrows at the suggestion.
"What do you mean?" The blonde asked, prompting her friend to explain what she thought. Rachel did, and in a way it made complete sense. Brittany knew she had avoided Esteban's affections these days, she was totally focused on Santana. And that was what led Esteban to feel intrigued, and be interested by hers and Santana's relationship. Logical.
Now finally understanding better what had happened during the last week, Brittany face palmed herself again, this time harder.
Sensing how her friend was relaxing, Rachel decided to bring back the fun.
"You do know you shouldn't feel better by finding a solution to keep having both right? This is so wrong girl." Rachel said grinning widely.
Brittany blushed. And Rachel laughed.
"Seriously, you must have broken some kind of record! And also like….a hundred of moral rules! You know….i look up to you." Rachel continued teasing her friend, finally managing to make Brittany laugh.
"Leave me alone, you're worse." Brittany fired back, pointing her finger at the brunette.
"Come on. I've never done worse, I'm an angel." Rachel said, shrugging simply.
Brittany snorted, and replied with her hidden weapon.
"A year ago. This girl…Melissa…and oh yeah….her mother Karen. For three month. Under the same roof." Brittany explained, poking her best friend.
Upon hearing this, Rachel mouth fell in a faked shocked and hurt expression.
"We said we'd never talk about this again!" Rachel hissed, quickly looking around for someone who might have heard.
Brittany was laughing out loud at this point, and it felt good to forget about all this things she should deal with for a while.
"Alright, we're even." Rachel finally concluded smiling, and Brittany didn't push her luck.
Once the laughter had subsided, Rachel gave her friend one last advice.
"Oh…and you should talk to Santana. She looked pale when she left, I don't think she's handling things too well. I mean…it is her brother." Rachel said, as if trying to understand why is was so hard for Santana.
"Oh damn…Of course. She must feel so confused." Brittany replied nodding her head, and eyes clearly showing concern for the young latina.
"Well…her blonde little friend sure didn't seem confused." Rachel let out before taking a sip of a drink she had once again stolen.
Brittany's eyes grew to the size of golf balls realizing what her friend had just said.
"What the hell did you do to Quinn?" Brittany exclaimed, all the drama had completely made her forget about the steamy scene she had witnessed between Rachel and Quinn. Now that she thought about it, she sure wanted to know how that had turned out to end.
"Do to Quinn? I don't force myself on people, you know that." Rachel said grinning, a hand on her heart once again feigning hurt.
"What did you do with her?" Brittany corrected herself.
"Tell me what you did to Santana." Rachel fires back in an instant, her eyes malicious, and grinning slightly.
"Ah…you're incredible. This is not a contest!" Brittany said trying to retain her laugh, and sound reasonable.
"Yes it is! We have two youngsters at our feet, and I want to know if I did something you still haven't done!" Rachel explained calmly, as if explaining a scientific problem.
"Well…I won't fulfill your perverted fantasies." Brittany said settling on that, and certainly not wanting to share her intimate moments with Santana anymore, especially not this one who had seemed to be…something more, because of their conversation.
"You'll bend and break, Pierce." Rachel warned joking.
"Keep telling yourself that, Berry." Brittany replied smugly, now there was only one thing in her mind, finding Santana to see if she was alright, but mostly to tell her about her plan to get Esteban to tranquilize about their relationship.
Now that part is going to be hard, Brittany thought.
I got a feeling she won't like it…at all.
A/N: Alright! I made this chapter heavy on purpose. I think Esteban is too smart to be completely blind.
What do you think is Brittany's plan? What could it be that Santana won't like...hum.
Also, i really want to make it up to you guysup for making you wait so long...soooo i wanted to know if any of you had an idea for a one shot? Whatever you want i'll write as a special 'forgive me i love you so' gift.
Anyhooooo, tell me what you think?
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