49. Drunk
Rachel had been to a few of these NYADA parties since she moved to New York, but she usually didn't indulge in as much alcohol as she has tonight.
She was drinking to forget, but unfortunately for Rachel she could still remember the reason she started drinking in the first place.
Rachel drains the last bit of liquid in her red cup. She shakes the cup lightly just to make sure she got every last drop.
She had been at this party for a few hours now and after the amount of alcohol she's consumed she thinks it's time to go. She attempts to get out of the chair she had been occupying for the last hour or so, it takes her a few times until she manages to get to her feet.
When she takes the first step she feels uneasy on her feet, she nearly falls over when she tries to move her other foot so instead she gives up and falls back on the chair. She's going to need help to get home.
Kurt is out with Adam so her only choice is to call Santana. She knows that since Santana had moved in with them that they had become friends, but she wasn't sure that the Latina would appreciate being woken up during the night to pick up her drunk roommate.
It takes her a few minutes before she finally finds Santana's name in her phone and when she finally manages to make the call she gets Santana's voicemail.
Santana can't sleep, she knew that Rachel was out at some NYADA party but it was getting late and she hadn't heard her arrive home yet. She checks her phone to see what time it was and finds she has a voicemail.
She hadn't hear her phone ring. She must have left it on silent after she went to the movies with Rachel yesterday. She clicks play on the message to hear a slurring Rachel.
"Santana I need help. My legs don't work and I'm being held hostage by a chair that has an odd resemblance to one of Mr Schue's vest. I think I need another drink."
After listening to the voicemail she jumps out of bed and put on the clothes she had taken off only hours ago. She has a diva to rescue.
When she makes it to the party she has to push herself through the large crowd of dramatic art freaks. She searches for a good ten minutes before she finds Rachel sat in a large chair in the corner of the room.
The first thing Santana notices is the empty cup clutched in Rachel's hand. She's never witnessed a Rachel this drunk before and it scared her how vulnerable the little diva could have been.
"Okay Rachel, let's get you home" Santana says taking Rachel's hand and pulling her to her feet.
Santana wraps one of Rachel's arms around her neck and puts one of her arms around Rachel's waist to keep her stable.
Santana manages to get Rachel outside and into the taxi she had asked to keep waiting for her. Rachel keeps quiet the whole drive back to the loft. She snuggles herself into Santana's side and seems quite content there.
When they arrive outside the loft, Santana succeeds in getting Rachel out of the car and just about up the front steps before Rachel starts to become difficult.
"It didn't work" Rachel pouts.
"What didn't work?"
"The alcohol."
"It's seems to have worked pretty well from where I'm standing" Santana laughs trying to keep Rachel steady.
"I was trying to forget."
"Forget what?"
"Trying to forget about Santana and these feelings I'm having."
"What feelings? You aren't regretting letting me, I mean her, move in with you are you?" Santana asks finally getting Rachel into the elevator.
"Sometimes I wish she didn't live with us. I can't stand watching her walk around in those short, tight shorts. They're just so tight."
"What are you talking about?"
"Why is Santana so sexy?" Rachel asks whilst Santana struggles to get Rachel out of the elevator and over to their door.
"I don't know. You need to help me out here Rach otherwise I won't be able to get you inside."
"Is it because I'm not sexy enough? Is that why she doesn't like me?"
"She does like you" Santana replies sliding open the door and finally getting Rachel inside.
"Not in a sexual way. I even planned for her to walk in on me in the shower and I got nothing."
"You did that on purpose? I thought I'd made you uncomfortable that's why I left" Santana says.
She manoeuvres Rachel over to her room and puts her into bed.
"Why doesn't she like me? I know she might not find me that attractive but we have fun together. I just wish she loves me the same way I love her."
"Rachel. Rachel look at me."
"I'm going to tell you a secret. Santana loves you too."
"Then why hasn't see said anything."
"She's scared. She doesn't know how you'll react. Rachel."
Santana tries softly calling Rachel's name again but it's too late, she had fallen asleep.
When Rachel wakes up the next morning she has a splitting headache. It literally feels as if something is sitting on her head.
"Morning baby."
Rachel slowly opens her eyes to find her best friends in her bed underneath the covers.
"Santana what's going on?"
"Don't you remember last night? You told me that you loved me and then we had hot, crazy sex." Santana replies.
"What?" Rachel shouts sitting upright in the bed.
"Relax, I was joking."
It's only then that Rachel realises that neither she nor Santana are naked.
"I'm sorry. I don't really remember much from last night" Rachel admits.
"You don't remember anything, not even the conversation we had?"
"It seems I went over my limit when it comes to alcohol."
"You called me from that NYADA party so I came to get you and then I put you in your bed. I slept on the couch and then snuck in this morning when I heard you stirring since I knew you'd wake up soon" Santana explains.
"I apologize for putting you in that position."
"You don't need to apologize, that's what friends are for right?"
"Yeah, friends" Rachel mutters.
"You okay?" Santana asks.
"Yeah I'm fine. I'm going to have a shower, I smell like a brewery."
Santana looks like she's about to say something but doesn't so Rachel gets out of the bed and walks into the bathroom leaving Santana alone in her bed.