A/N: Thought I would do a quick update, proving that you can expect quicker updates ;) Once again, thankyou for all the reviews, favourites and alerts. Here's Puck's party, along with some more drama. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own glee or any of the characters.
Saturday had come around pretty quickly, probably because I slept the last three days away. I know I said I would really try and fight to get Britt back, but I thought to just give her the space she wanted, who knows, maybe she's seeing things a little differently now, maybe she's a little more willing to listen to me. I guess we will find out tonight, no doubt she will be going. Everyone always goes to parties at Noah's, I'll give the kid one thing, he sure does know how to throw a decent party. With this whole giving her space thing, I really had no reason to be out and about, to be honest I don't even feel in the party mood, but then I can always look at it as a reason to just get really drunk, drink my problems away for the night, help me forget. Maybe I could just use a few hours' sleep.
I wake up, glancing to my left to see my clock read 7.30pm, did not realise I had slept that long. I quickly jump out of bed and jump in the shower to quickly wash my hair. When I get out, I quickly dry my hair and let my natural curls fall into place. I slip into my walk in closet, I know exactly what I am looking for though, a dress Britt always liked to see me in. It's a short, tight black dress, showing off the right amount of curves and cleavage. This ought to get her attention.
I quickly glance in the mirror next to my bedroom door, and yep, this shall catch her eye, the dress, cute matching heels, make-up dark around the eyes to make them stand out, and the natural curls of my hair she seems to love oh so much. Pleased with the way I look, I head downstairs to my father's alcohol collection, taking just a bottle of Smirnoff Ice Double Black. Don't think he'll notice it's gone, he's not home enough to even remember what he has around this place. I simply slip the bottle into my bag, and head out the door towards my car. That's what I forgot, I plan to be in no state to be able to drive home tonight, and even I'm not stupid enough to drink drive. I quickly pull out my phone dialling Puck's number.
"Lopez! Where are you? The party's getting started here." He says, already sounding slightly slurred and its only 8.05pm.
"On my way now, but you think it'd be ok to crash at yours? I don't plan to be sober enough to even look straight." I say, getting straight to the point.
"Take it things go didn't go well, huh?" He asks, knowing why I would want to be so reckless.
"Just… yes or no, Noah?" I reply coldly, not wanting to talking about it.
"Yes, of course. Now hurry up and get here." And with that he hung up the phone, and I was already at my car about to leave.
I enter Noah's house about 10 minutes after leaving, turns out every person in Lima decided they wanted to attend so finding a spot to park took longer than the actual drive here. I walk through the front door, noticing many eyes from inside turn to face me. I am known for making fashionably late entrances, but the person's eyes I want on me, I can't see yet. I was through the short hallway and turn the right into the living room where I spot Brittany, as soon as her eyes land on me, her mouth drops, just the reaction I was after, I shoot her a quick smile before turning to walk to the kitchen to place my bottle of alcohol down on the bench.
20 minutes have passed since I last saw Brittany, growing impatient I find my way back to the kitchen where my bottle of vodka to pour myself a second drink.
"Santana." I hear a voice say from behind me, I recognize the voice. God, please no. "Uh, can I talk to you for a minute." The voice speaks again. I turn to face them.
"What do you want, Quinn?" I say coldly, I really did not want to have the conversation right now.
"Why are you ignoring my texts and calls?" She asks, a hint of sadness and anger in her voice.
"Oh like you don't know, Q." I say already getting frustrated, I can she is too.
"Ok, well how about you drop the stupid little hatred attitude towards me, none of this was my fault, you made the move on me!" She says starting to raise her voice.
"And why did you stop me, god. You knew I was angry, you knew I was completely drunk. You were supposed to be my best friend!" I spoke, also beginning to raise my voice.
"You know what, screw you Santana, I did nothing wrong. I actually hate you for doing this to me." She says, I actually freeze for a minute, one thing I hadn't given much thought to is why she didn't push me off her. Oh. My. God.
"Quinn, are you into girls? Wow I did not see this coming." I say, no longer raising my voice, it is replaced by a smug smirk.
"No Santana, its none of business anyways, just… leave me alone!" She's still yelling, and I'm still smirking. She turns to walk away though, but I quickly grabbed her wrist and turned her around. "What?" She yells again.
"You don't have to hide it Q, i distinctly remember you not having an issue with it the other night, what was it you were saying… Oh that's right, went a little something like you yelling" I was cut off by her hand smacking onto my lips, stopping me from saying anything more. I can't help the big smirk that forms on my mouth. She take her hand away and shake her head.
"God, you're such a bitch." She says looking at me, a look of disgust. I find this all too amusing.
"Angry looks good on you, Q." I say, still smirking. All of a sudden Brittany walks in as I'm saying the last part, the smirk falling right off my face.
"B." I say sadly, taken by surprise by the ultimately worst timing for an entrance. She doesn't even say a word back, she simply turns on her heels and walks back the way she came from.
It's not about 10.30pm, and the party is still going strong, each room filled to full capacity, everyone dancing, great turn out for a party. Not to mention the state I am in right now, I'm in the kitchen pouring myself my…. I lost count of how many I've had, that's always a good sign. Safe to say I am quiet drunk right about now. I go to walk back out the kitchen to find Noah when I notice Brittany on the dance floor, the way she moves… I can't take my eyes off her. Something I didn't notice straight off the bat was the fact she wasn't dancing alone, she was pressed up against some stupid jock, who no doubt probably only wanted to get some action out of her. I need to go talk to her, I don't care that I'm drunk, I need to stop her from making a big mistake. I start to walk out there, pushing a few people out of the way before somebody steps in front of me. I don't even look up to see who it is before I try getting past again. They stop me and speak up.
"Woah there drunky, come with me for a minute." The voice speaks up.
"Noah?" I ask deciding to look up. "Where have you been all night?" I ask confused, clearly slurry on my words as he begins to laugh at me.
"I've been uh… busy, come." We all know what that's code for. He takes me out the back and distracts me for a while, and he actually has calmed me down a bit. He knows how I get when I'm drunk, so the first 15 minutes of sitting with me I was hysterical, just crying. After the next half an hour I'd been laughing and making slurred jokes, the blonde still never leaving my mind. I thought being drunk would take my mind off her, but it's just made me more depressed. Noah all of a sudden needs to go somewhere and doesn't come back for another 10 minutes. When he does he says he needs me to help him with something quickly. We walk up towards his room when suddenly he shoves me into his room, and locks me in with him on the outside. I may be drunk but this would still be pretty confusing sober.
"The hell, Noah?" I shout through the door.
"Work it out, be back later." He shouts back, then I hear his footsteps walk away.
"Santana?" I hear that all too familiar angel like voice. "What's going on?" She speaks up again.
"Uh…. Um… I think he wants as to talk.." I say, really nervous at the moment.
"I don't want to talk." She says sounding angry, walking over to lean against the wall.
"B, please talk to me, what you saw in the kitchen before, that was nothing. There's nothing happening, I just want you Britt." I say, a tear rolls down my cheek already.
"Santana, just stop ok. You hurt me so bad so just accept that it's over." She replies coldly.
"No! No I won't accept it. No matter how much you pretend to be fine with us being over, I know you're not, I know you still love me." I say crying more now.
"Of course I'm not ok with this! Of course I still love you! God, I've never loved someone so much, so how about you just stop telling me what I already know!" She starts to yell. I take a few steps to her, she looks down to the floor. I put my arm on the wall next to her head, using my other hand to lift her chin up to look at me.
"Look at me B, I am so sorry, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you would just let me, please." I say, tears have stopped and I am just looking directly into her eyes, showing her how much I mean what I am saying.
"I don't know, ok." She says, no longer yelling, just looking me in the eyes. My eyes quickly look down to her lips before back to her eyes which are still looking at me, full of confusion, I know she doesn't know what she's supposed to do, but I want her to just trust me.
"Trust me." I say, eyes shooting down to her lips again. "Just… trust me." I repeat again moving closer. I slowly edge my lips closer to her, I notice she is now doing the same, so I take the initiative and connect our lips together in a passionate kiss, a little sloppy considering our alcohol consumption levels of the night, but this is all I've wanted. As quick as it started was as quick as it ended, and she pulled away and almost ran towards the door. Speaking up through her tears.
"I can't, S, I can't." She says, that was it for me, I sink down the wall breaking down in tears again.
"Yes you can, please." I say back, sounding so broken. "Britt, I don't know what else I can do. I know I screwed up big time, I know. And I know it's going to be hard to earn your trust back I love you so much. I would never do anything like this to you ever again, I'm so damn sorry." I say through my tears, I know have my knees up to my chest, and my face in my arms. I've now lost hope. That is until I feel her kneel in front of me, putting her hands on my knees, getting me to look up.
"I love you too, ok. We'll talk more tomorrow when we're both a little more sober." She says, ushering me up with her hands. For some reason she actually pulls me into a hug, and I relax into it. Maybe hope wasn't lost.
"Stay here tonight, please." I say into her neck. I feel her nod into my neck. About 20 minutes later we were both passed out on Noah's bed, falling asleep in her arms had never felt so better. Let's just see how the sober talk goes, but I finally have hope again. Hope that I can still get my girl back.
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