Hi, I'm S.C., the author of this fic!
Another scene from "Beards", the on going story of the adventures Santana and Karofsky have while acting as each other's beards.
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Tonight was another of Puck's house parties. Everyone who's anyone was invited to take part in the night of fun and intoxication. Santana was invited, and so was Karofsky, so they were expected to show up together and look all lovey dovey. Puck's mom was out of town like always, so he took advantage of the opportunity. The small, canary yellow, ranch style house was packed with people. The party even spilled into the back yard. What the property lacked in space, he made up for in alcohol. Puck had a friend who "bought" (well, he actually stole) all of the alcohol so he wouldn't get sent back to the juvenile detention center could drink for hours and not show it, but Karofsky on the other hand wasn't as lucky. He acted quite… girly … when he was drunk,as his friends put it. What they didn't know was drunk Karofsky was who he really was.
It was the height of the party. Santana had split from Karofsky to go make fun of some scene girls who were wearing neon colors and hello kitty. Karofsky had passed Sam and panicked. Puck eyed him, and interpreted the nerves being about Santana, and he stumbled over to him with little coordination.
"Yo Karofsky! I see you scheming on how to get into Santana's pants. Trust me … it's not too hard to do … just, well ... hell, here!" Puck slurred the last words as he shoved a six pack of beers into his chest. He shrugged at the six pack and plopped down onto the couch. He drank one slowly, then three, and in a blink of an eye the whole case was guzzled down by the giant.
Santana had gone into the back yard and was preoccupied making the group of scene girls cry. Simultaneously, she kept an eye on Sam who was ten feet away from her. She turned around to make fun of some fatties, and when she turned to spot Sam again, he was gone. Santana left the group of fatties, even though it killed her not to finish making fun of them, and ran to find Sam. Karofsky was a ticking time bomb. Santana knew that if he had been drinking and he saw Sam, bad things were going to transpire.
Karofsky still sat on the couch alone. Well, the room was packed, but he felt so alone that it didn't matter how many people there was. Sam entered the room, and Karofsky's face lit up in excitement.
"Hey Sam! Hey… wanna chill with me?" he said, being careful not to slur his words. Sam wasn't too drunk, and still had most of his wits about him. He looked a little confused at the giant's offer.
"Um… well… I'm just looking for my coat…" Sam trailed off. Karofsky yanked his and pulled him onto the couch.
"Just as Santana said, soft hands!" Karofsky thought, his hand tingling. Santana was dashing through every room looking for Sam. When she entered the living room and saw the two of them sitting on the couch, she knew it wasn't going to be pretty. She watched; ready to diffuse the situation if Karofsky tried anything with Sam. Karofsky took a deep breath and started talking fast and from the heart.
"Well I know I'm usually a jerk to you and all … but … I want to tell you something. For the last two months I've been helplessly in love with…" Karofsky uttered the other boy's name into Santana's mouth as she jammed her lips onto Karofsky's. She straddled him and began to make out with him to stop him from talking. They kissed for a while; they were both drunk enough to make it look believable. Sam just stared at his ex and Karofsky making out, a little unsure if he should leave or stay to listen to what he was going to say.
"He's been in love with me for two months. Last month when we were going out, I was hooking up with him too. I was going to break up with you but I just loved that trouty mouth so much. So when you broke up with me I was 100% Karofsky's. No beat it before I split those froggy lips!" she lied as quick as a whip. Sam just gave them both a dirty look and left. Still straddling him, she whispered,
"Do you know what the fuck you almost did! I saved your ass! Now let's walk home before you do something else Drunky McGee." They walked home in silence; Santana had to help keep the uncoordinated boy balanced. Santana was pissed at Karofsky, but he was content. He made a valiant effort to tell the boy he loved how he felt, and a little bit of courage was all he craved. Subsequently, the next day when Santana told him what happened, he became enraged at himself. Let's just say that Sam received three slushie facials and one black eye Monday.
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