Dear X,

It's alright, I think she was just having a little nightmare. I rocked her back and forth gently until she settled down; that's how I used to calm her down when she had nightmares at our sleepovers. She used to get lots of super bad dreams when we were young, I think because she didn't have a dream-catcher like I do. I made one for her with lots and lots of yellow glitter on and she said it helped, but recently she's been having them again. Her face doesn't look scared though, it looks sad. I think I saw her crying in her sleep last week. It made my heart feel really heavy so I cuddled her as tight as I could and pressed her face right into me. I wanted to squeeze out all the bad.

Everyone's still asleep so I guess I'll just carry on writing until someone moves… or pukes. Where was I? Oh yeah, spin the bottle…

It felt like time slowed down when San got up to strut over to Artie. Everyone was watching and it felt really tense, as though we all felt like we should have stopped it but nobody wanted to miss whatever she was about to do. As she straddled him in his chair her tiny dress rode up a little so I guess there was only a thin layer between her vajayjay and his pants… if she was wearing underwear - she usually prefers not to at parties; she says it allows "easy access". Quinn's mouth was wide open and Mercedes was struggling to keep her giggles quiet but I couldn't take my eyes off Santana.

She was breathing heavily, looking into his eyes, moving really slowly on purpose and wrapping her arms around his neck as she arched into his mouth. Artie looked like he'd been hypnotised and he was trembling in a familiar way. I guess San does have that effect on guys; she knows exactly what to do. She stopped just before their mouths made contact, letting him feel her hot breath for a couple of seconds, before she flicked her tongue out to lick his bottom lip quickly. As she did that she bucked her hips. It was only a tiny bit, but it was enough.

Artie's whimper broke through the silence.

Puck was bent over laughing with Lauren sniggering at his side. Mercedes, Rachel and Sam wanted to feel sorry for him, I know they did, but they couldn't show it, and Quinn's face hadn't changed the whole time, she was just staring at them with her mouth open. It was horrible.

Santana rocked back onto her feet and turned to face everyone, wearing a smug smile, before she strolled off in the direction of the bathroom. When she'd left everyone turned to look at me. Suddenly I didn't feel even a little bit drunk. I got up and went over to Artie and luckily everyone else started talking again. I crouched down at the side of his chair to ask if he was alright but when he lifted his head up his eyes looked so angry. Like, really angry. I was scared. Before I could say anything he pretty much spat out the word, "Don't" and wheeled himself off towards Finn. I guess he was asking for a ride home. I know Finn won't have judged him; Quinn used to tell us stories of him doing the same thing pretty much every time she she touched him, and sometimes when she didn't.

I stayed crouched there for a little while so I could decide what to do. I was mad at Santana, but I was getting worried about her too; she hadn't shown any signs of being weepy or hysterical yet so I knew it was coming soon. She's like Blue's Clues - it took me a while but now I can always guess what's gonna happen. Someone's hands were on my shoulders, rubbing circles with their thumbs. For a second I thought it might be San but the hands were too small. I let myself fall back so I was sitting on the floor, in between Quinn's legs, and she wrapped her arms around me and put her chin on my shoulder. It just felt sort of easy.

"You should go and find her" she whispered really quietly. It wasn't pushy, she said it gently and I knew that she was right. Quinn's always right really. Maybe it's because she's been a mom now, but she's got this thing where she just seems to know what should happen all the time. She's quieter too but I've heard some people saying she's even meaner than she was before she got knocked up. They don't know her properly. Santana says that people talk about Quinn, and us, like that because they wish they did know us properly. I guess I feel sorry for them if they just want to be our friends.

Quinn sat and stroked my hair for a while until I was ready to find Santana. It felt nice. I probably could've fallen asleep like that but I started to feel guilty about leaving San. As I got up to leave Quinn stood up too and hugged me. Her hair smelled good, like apples. When she pulled away she looked at me and smiled, like she was proud of me or something. It was kinda weird but I just smiled back sweetly, like usual.

Finding Santana wasn't hard - I followed the sound of the sniffles to the bathroom and pushed the door open. Rach's dad's took the lock off so that none of us would get our mack on in their house. I'm not sure why they thought not having a lock would do that; I'd still be down for it. She was sat with her knees against her chest against the bathroom wall, frowning and muttering to herself. For a second I forgot all about being mad at her; she just looked so adorable and I wanted to laugh and kiss her face until she laughed with me.

I went and sat down next to her, even though sitting on a bathroom floor is kinda gross, especially since the boys were all drunk so I bet they missed a couple of times.

Urgh, I feel sick again.

I put my head on her shoulder - to let her know that I still loved her. She mumbled a "sorry" but I guess I'd already forgiven her because I didn't feel mad anymore. I already knew she was sorry, as soon as I saw her face after it I knew.

I told her she had better be sorry because she'd pleasured Artie that night while I was left horny and unsatisfied after her body-shot antics. She looked up at me with a glint in her eye. I've understood that look for a long time - it's the one that either means we're about to do something that'll get us into trouble, or it means I'm getting laid.

Turns out Rach's dads' plan didn't work.

Love From B.

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