So here's chapter 2 guys, to gleek114 yes Santana and Puck are siblings and he is very protective of her, and also to the guest that said "Ugh. I hate when people switch Santana's and Brittany's roles with the other. It's so fucking gay. Stupidest shit ever" It's so fucking gay? Okay hun first of all that doesn't even make sense and second of all you're kinda pathetic for being so rude without an actual reason, so anyways besides that thank you all for your reviews they make me really happy!

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Chapter 2

Brittany POV

I couldn't understand San, so I just kissed her. She was kissing back too until she suddenly pulled away.

"What?"

"You've been drinking." She said.

"So?"

"You've been drinking. I'm not kissing you. Where were you?!"

"Nowhere, I was just drinking some beers we uhm.. bought earlier, S, come on. You were liking it"

"Until I realize you were drunk! Don't lie to me Brittany!"

"San, I'm not lying to you, and I'm not even that drunk c'mon!"

She stared at me for a long time then got up.

"Where are you going?"

"You sleep in here, Brittany. I'll take the couch."

"S, you don't need to do that."

"Obviously I do because you're drunk and I know you were out somewhere and you don't even told me where you were like you don't care about me" She said then left.

I felt horrible for what I'd said to San. She's my everything. After that, I fell asleep.

I awoke to someone shaking me. I looked up and it was Puck.

Oh crap

"What's up, Puck?" I asked.

"Don't Brittany. I had Tana call Sam and he's going to pick you up, you're not staying here when you're like that. Where the fuck where were you by the way huh?!"

"Puck, it's not bad. I didn't do anything."

"Whatever. You're leaving Brittany. I'm not having my sister in the living room crying her eyes out."

"Why's she crying?" I asked.

"Because you're gonna leave her for Bree"

"No, I'm not."

"Just go downstairs Britt."

I picked myself up from the bed and walked out of the room and down the stairs. When I got to the living room to talk to San, I saw that Sam was already here, holding her in his arms. I really messed up.

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Puck POV

I woke up in the middle of the night and went downstairs to get a glass of water. When I got down there though, I heard faint crying coming from the living room. I saw my little sister crying on the couch.

"Tana?"

She looked up.

"P-P-Pucky?"

I sat down next to her and hugged her.

"Tana, what's wrong?"

"I'm going to lose her." She said then started crying again.

"Shh.. you're not going to lose her. She'd be stupid to do that. She really loves you"

"I hate when she gets drunk, you know why and she knows why!"

"I know sis. It's okay."

I can't believe Brittany would do this to her. She's a wreck. I need to talk to her.

"Tana, call Sam and tell him to come get her sister"

She nodded and I held her until Sam got there.

"Why do I need to pick up my sister?" Sam asked, but then he saw Santana.

"San, what happened?" He asked.

"I'll let you tell him while I go get Brittany." I said then went upstairs.

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Santana POV

I watched Puck go upstairs then I turned to Sam.

"She's going to leave me for Bree"

"Who? Brittany? San, she really loves you." Sam said.

"But she knows I hate when Bree flirts with her, and when she gets drunk, I bet that bimbo was with her Sam, I think she's going to leave me because I don't let her drink and she's getting tired of it"

Sam thought this over. I looked up at him.

"I know it's still hard because of what happened but I'm sure you guys will get through it, don't worry San" he said.

"Can you just hold me for a little while? I really need it." I asked.

"Sure thing, San."

Sam put his arms around me and I felt safe again. With someone holding me, though, I felt whole again.

My head was on his shoulder and when I opened my eyes, I saw Puck and Brittany staring at us, but I didn't care. I don't have feelings towards anyone but Britt.

I finally decided that I should get up, but the truth was I felt so comfortable with Sam. But we were broken apart when Britt spoke.

"I'm ready to go, Sam."

He gently pulled away and looked at me.

"I'm just one call away, cupcake." He said then winked.

"Let's go Britt" Sam said.

"Night Puck" Britt said.

I looked up at her and could only stare.

"Goodnight, Brittany." Puck said.

"Goodnight, babe." she said and then kissed me on the cheek. I melt because I really love her.

I looked at Britt.

"Bye, baby."

And they left.

"Okay, time for bed, Tana"

So Puck and I walked up the stairs and into our rooms. Only I couldn't fall asleep. I had so much to worry about.

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Brittany POV

As Sam was driving back home, I wanted to ask him if he still had feelings for San, because he did date her before me. But something told me that he really liked Mercedes, and he was just being a good friend.

"You break her, I break you, Brittany." Sam said out of the blue.

I looked over at him.

"I thought it was bros before h-"

"DUDE! You did not almost call San a hoe!" He said loudly.

"It's a figure of speech, man. I would never call her a hoe! I love her."

"Really? Why do I not believe that?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Brittany, I've been to your work. I've seen Bree. She doesn't even compare to Santana. And I know you were out drinking God knows where with that hoe, you know Santana hates it when you get drunk ugh fuck it. Just don't ruin your relationship. San's not going to love you forever." He said then parked the car.

I stayed silent and got out of the car. Man, that talk kinda sobers you up, even though I wasn't even that drunk well that's what I'm telling myself. I shook my head while taking off my coat. I walked into the bathroom and I started brushing my teeth. I looked in the mirror and saw something on my neck...

No,I thought. It can't be...

"A hickey?" I said, as Sam walked in.

"Dude, can I borrow a—is that a hickey?!" He said.

I looked up with wide eyes and he was staring at my neck. I took a deep breath and regained my composer.

"So? I do have a girlfriend you know." I defended.

"Yeah, that didn't do anything but kiss your face! And that's freaking new!"

He was right. It was new and San didn't gave it to me. How in the world did I get it? Then it hit me.

"Bree..." I whispered.

"BREE!? Brittany! How could you do that! When San sees this she'll flip!

"I didn't mean to! I don't even really remember..." I said.

FLASHBACK

I left San and Puck's house with Bree, she convinced me to go to a party to chill for a bit while San was sleeping. Her friend was picking us up.

The party was awesome when we walked in, and everyone was drinking. Hey, why not follow the crowd, it's been so long since I had a drink, I had thought to myself, as me and Bree started doing shots.

"It's been so long since I've been to a party like this" I said.

"Stick with me, and you'll be at these fun things all the time." said Bree.

I shook my head and laughed.

"San doesn't like to go to parties like this anymore. She doesn't like the whole drinking thing anymore. She says it ruins everything for people."

I noticed Bree getting closer and closer until she whispered in my ear.

"You don't belong with her, Brittany. You're a badass that likes to have fun and a good time. She can't give you what you need, but I can."

Her voice made me shiver in my seat. She started kissing my neck. It felt so good, I forgot how it would leave marks there. I was too caught up in the feeling that I just let it go. But that's as far as she went, because then I just wanted San to be the one doing this, so I got up and left, with a smirking Bree looking at me as I did so.

END OF FLASHBACK

"Oh my lord, I'm dead. San was so right! Drinking does ruin everything for people. Me being that person..." I said then kicked Sam out and went to bed.

"Greaaaaaaat. I better just avoid her tomorrow." I said to myself.

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Ohhhhhh Brittany is in big trouble but she kinda looked for it so, what do you think guys? And don't worry, Sam is not interested in San in a romantic way just FYI and yes it may not seem like it but Brittana is endgame please no worries :) leave your review and see you next time!

Xo Pierina.