Weekend plans made this kind of hard to update but ya know, can't get this story out of my head. It should be finishing relatively soon. Awwh :(

I woke up the next morning to the aroma of coffee and my head pounding. I leaned up and shook my head, ignoring the sunbeams glaring at me from the window. I looked down at myself and saw that I was shirtless but still had my bra on. I then turned my head and looked at my girlfriend.

Santana was sleeping soundly next to me, curled up into a ball and under a blanket. I smiled and leaned over to kiss her when she moved a little in her sleep making the blanket fall from her shoulders, revealing her shirtless form. I froze before moving back. I couldn't help but stare and try to remember what happened last night, the last thing I remember was going to the dance floor with Santana.

What the hell happened.

I bit my lip and lifted the covers a little to see that neither of us were wearing pants.

Great. I didn't mind that I was only wearing undergarments because I've also done things with other people before. Santana was a different story. She's innocent, and she trusts me, if I didn't remember something important with her I would never be able to forgive myself. I sighed and sat up throwing my legs over the side of the side of the bed. Leaning down with my head in my hands I tried my hardest to remember what happened last night.

Nothing came up. Shit.

I quietly got up and covered Santana up again before slipping out of the room and walking out to my own room. Getting dressed I went over the memories of last night that I did have.

I knew alcohol was a stupid idea.

I walked out of my room and down the hallway to the stairs with my eyes open for any hungover teenagers. It was dead silent in the house and it made me paranoid. I was walking down the stairs when the first person made their appearance. Marley ran from the basement into the living room. I shook my head before moving to the basement door and walking down the steps. I stepped on the bottom step before looking around, I noticed That Finn and Sam were cuddling on the pool table while Mercedes, Joe and Sugar were passed out in various places. I laughed quietly to myself before walking back up the stairs and into the living room. Marley and Kitty were sleeping on the couch. Marley must have crawled on top of Kitty when she ran in here because she was on top of the smaller blonde cheerleader.

Smiling, I walked into the kitchen and was met with Brittany drinking a cup of coffee and leaning on the counter.

I made myself a cup before leaning on the counter next to her in silence.

She yawned before looking at me "Good night?"

I shrugged "I really don't know. How about you?"

She smiled "Quinn and I made out, before she cut her hand open, I fixed her hand out before she passed out and I watched a movie before falling asleep."

"Did you get drunk?"

She nodded "I never get hungover. Like ever. I've tried."

'You've tried getting hungover?"

"Yep, I felt weird for not getting hungover but I learned that it's actually a blessing."

I laughed and nodded. "It really is."

"So why don't you know if it was a good night or not?"

"I don't remember. And I woke up in bed with Santana with us only wearing bras and underwear."

Brittany's face kept neutral "Well. When Quinn and I came back you and Santana were all over each other on the dance floor."

"Define all over each other."

"Kissing, and apparently you were teaching Santana how to grind. And she caught on pretty quickly."

I leaned my head down and sighed before taking another sip of my coffee. "Anything else?"

"You played darts and somehow ended up with a dart grazing your arm."

My eyes widened before Brittany lifted the sleeve on my shirt and pointed to a spot with dried blood around it.

'I didn't even notice that when I was getting dressed." I said with a frown.

Brittany chuckled to herself. "It figures. It's a superficial wound. Only the top layer of skin gets off, it bleeds like crazy, stops hurting after a good night sleep."

I rubbed the blood off and sighed. "I just wish I could remember."

"Well do you remember anything beside making out with her?"

Suddenly I was bombarded with memories of last night. Santana and I making out in her bed, shedding our clothes before we fell asleep. Apparently nothing else happened last night beside a bit of heavy petting.

"Well..I remember now."

She laughed "Good ones I hope?"

I nodded. "Very good."

"Well that's reassuring."

I smiled and took a sip of my coffee. "So what's up with you and Quinn?"

She shrugged "I like her, alot. But I don't want to rush into things with her, she knows that. We decided to learn more about each other before we do anything with a relationship. Don't want to go into a relationship blind you know?"

I nodded "I get it."

"Exac-"

Suddenly she was cut off by Quinn walking in with her eyes half closed and her hair sticking up everywhere. She walked to the sink, got a glass of water and then rushed out.

Brittany laughed before looking at me. "She's not a morning person is she?"

I shook my head "Not at all. She usually hates everyone and everything. She's worse after the really grueling cheerleading practices she goes through."

"She's head cheerleader, isn't she?"

I nodded "Yep."

"How did you two become friends then? You don't seem like the popular type."

"I'm not. But the glee club staged in intervention, we fought alot until we helped each other jump out of the window to escape. We went to an ice cream shop and bonded before we got kicked out."

Brittany threw her head back and laughed "So you two got close after that?"

"Basically sisters. That's why she revealed to me that she knew 'The Wizard' and brought me here to find my parents."

"And to find out if they're drug dealers?"

I shook my head no. "We're not trying to find that out. We agreed that they're not."

Brittany looked at me confused "Seriously? Why is Puck asking around then?"

I looked at her with a frown "He's been asking around?"

She nodded "He has...now that I think about it, it probably has to do with when Santana took him to the side after you guys saved me and Marley."

I clenched my teeth "You think so?"

She nodded "I do. He has no other reason to ask."

I stayed silent and sipped at my coffee

She watched me for a second before she spoke again "Why are you so mad?"

I looked at her "How'd you know I was mad?"

"I'm good at reading people. It's a part of the job. Like right now for example. Reading you right now, tells me that you're getting angrier by the minute. So I ask again, why?"

"I said they weren't. She obviously went behind my back and didn't believe me."

She finished her coffee and set the cup in the sink before sighing. "Is there no chance they did it?"

I shook my head. "They showed absolutely no signs of it at all."

"Hm. Still angry?" She asked looking at me again.

"Livid."

"Want me to drive you home then?"

I thought for a second before nodding and finishing my coffee. "A while away from here might be a good idea. Thank you."

"No problem, but don't expect me to leave you alone so it looks like we're hanging out until your fathers are found."

I smiled "Thank you Brittany."

She grinned back "No prob. Let's get ready."

-(Santana's POV and a Time jump)-

Feeling someone nudge me I yawned and opened my eyes only to see Quinn next to me looking angry.

I blinked a few times before sitting up "What's wrong?"

She glared "What did you do to Rachel?"

I frowned. "I- Nothing. Is this about us making out with only our underwear on last night?"

Her glare softened at my confusion. "What? No. But she's angry as hell."

Rachel's angry? "What? Why?"

Suddenly a paper was thrust into my face "This was left on the bed next to me."

I bit my lip and grabbed the paper from her before I started reading

Hey Quinn, it's Britt.

I left with Rachel. She is seriously pissed off at Santana right now so I took her out to calm her down and we'll probably go back to her place. She'll probably text you later, if not call me and I'll explain everything. And thank you for last night, it was seriously one of the best I've ever had.

I could feel the tears appear in my eyes at the written words.

"I...I don't know what I did."

I looked up at Quinn. "What did I do to get her angry at me?"

She frowned. "I have no idea, but you need to make it up her."

I looked at my hands in my lap. "I don't know how."

We sat in silence for a few seconds before Quinn looked up quickly. "We could find her parents, we haven't exactly been proactive with that lately."

My eyes widened before I shot off the bed and started putting clothes on "Get dressed Quinn. We need to go to the police station first."

"For what? What are we doing?"

I looked at her with a grim expression "We are finding Rachel's parents and Shelby. No matter what."

Drama, drama on you. Badass!Quinntana next chapter, probably a bit of brittberry bonding. There will be a few more twists before the ending though, promise.

Also, to the person that favorited and followed this story before private messaging me and saying that they wasted all of their time by reading this story. I want to extend my sincerest apologies for writing a boring story that wasted your time. Don't get why you favorited and followed though. *Le shrug* To bad I don't care.

But those of you who actually like my story, thank you so much for reading!