Santana.
I made it back to my dorm room pretty quickly and slumped onto my bed. I feel like a spaz. I just ran away because my gaydar went off out of nowhere and she probably thinks I'm a crazy person. Maybe, I am. Whatever, I just know she wasn't Brittany and I had to leave. I could have handled it better, but it's too late now. I pull out my phone and hope for an answer from the only voice I need to hear. It rings and rings until her voicemail pops up.
"Is it on? Oh, hi it's Brittany S. Pierce.. I don't really listen to my voicemails because I can never figure out how to or remember my password... Santana helped me figure out how to do this recording.. just text me if you have special news..or I'll call you ba-" Beep. I hang up because I never leave voicemails and I know she doesn't check them because she hates pointless voicemails. When I showed her how to make the recording I showed her how to get to her voicemails and she just goes in and deletes them right away. The thing about Brittany is, she says these quirky things to distract people from finding out what she really thinks or feels. I mean that's not the only time she does it, sometimes she just says silly stuff to distract from the tension in the room or just because she's Brittany. Anyways, it's always worked for her and people just kinda look at her with a smile and nod their heads sometimes. I usually know what she's really trying to say.
I think about texting her but end up staring at the blank page for five minutes before dropping my phone onto my bed. She'll call me when she sees the missed call. I pretty much just lounge around until I have to get ready for practice. I show up to practice and manage to avoid Olivia for the whole time. She finds me at the end and practically corners me in the locker room.
"What's up Santana? What happened earlier?" She asks. I look down at my feet and then back to her.
"I got a text from my parents saying they'd found my stash of alcohol and weed from high school in my bedroom. They were blowing up my phone and I had to have it out with them." I lie. She tilts her head and a smile displays across her lips.
"I don't even live there right now, what are they gonna do ground me? I've never been grounded in my life." I explain. She laughs and then the tension seems to fade away on her end. I'm still feeling tense around her and I don't even know if she's gay. Santana Lopez does not let someone make her feel tense just because they want on this rockin' bod. I take a deep breath and try to regain my usual confidence.
"So what're you up to now that we got out early?" Olivia asks with an innocent smirk.
"I'm meeting up with a friend in a bit. What about you?" I ask trying to fake interest. I didn't want her to invite me to hang out so I wanted to make it seem like I was busy and it wasn't an open invitation.'
"I'm going out with some friends to this bar that doesn't ID." She says as we walk towards the locker room doors.
"Sounds fun! Well I'll see you around." I say as we go our separate ways in the parking lot. She looks disappointed that I cut the conversation short but I didn't want to stick around for an invitation.
I get to my car and check my phone. There's a missed call from Brittany. I smile at her picture when I press the send button to call her back. I listen to the sound of it ringing and forget to breathe until it goes to her voicemail once again. I listen to the recording but hang up after as usual.
SANTANA: Phone tag! You're it, B.
I send out a quick message before heading back to my dorm room. When I make it back I hop in the shower to clean off the sweat from practice. When I get out and glance at the clock, as I stand in the middle of my room with my little mermaid towel that Brittany got me for Christmas two years ago, it's only eight thirty. I scoff at the lameness that my life has become. It's Friday night and my only option is to watch netflix, study, or sleep. I really want to go out and get my mind off of how fucked up everything is right now. I look over at my desk and see the piece of paper with Calvin's number on it. My phone is sitting right next to it as if begging me to call him. I laugh at myself and think what's the worst that could happen?
I dial the numbers and put the phone up to my ear. It rings a few times before he answers.
"'Lo" He says into the phone casually. He's too lazy to even use the first half of the word, I guess.
"Hey Calvin. It's Santana..." I say. I'm not sure if I need to add something to my statement but my words drift off.
"Oh hey, what's up?" He says with more excitement behind his voice.
"Not much. I got out of cheer practice early and I'm not trying to be super lame and hang out in my dorm on a Friday night. You free?" I say. It's easier than I thought it would be to reach out and ask to hang out. I'm not usually one to ask for someones company unless that someone is Brittany. I guess Quinn a few times but usually only when Brittany was out of reach somehow.
"Yeah. I've just been smoking and playing video games. Want to meet up somewhere? There's this awesome bar that is twenty one and up but I buy from the doorman so he'll let us in without." He explains. I smile at the idea of going to a bar and getting served underage. It was just the kind of excitement I needed to distract me from reality. It didn't take long for me to agree with meeting up at this bar called Necto. I guess it was more of a club from what Calvin was telling me. We agreed to meet at ten in front of the club and he texted me the address when we hung up. I felt excitement flowing through me for the first time in Louisville. I decided to go with curly hair and a low cut teal dress. The straps were thin and the hem stopped just below mid thigh and hugged every curve of my body perfectly. When I finish getting ready, I look in the mirror and blow a kiss at the hotness I'm met with.
I make it to the club a little after ten, which is only a five minute walk from my dorms. Calvin is standing out front smoking a black & mild. He's wearing an emerald green v neck that hugs his body and loose fitting dark blue jeans with a backwards grey hat tilted to the side a little. He looks good and I'm not surprised when I see the three girls that walk bay the on the sidewalk check him out. I laugh as I walk up and he's smiling at them while they walk further away.
"Hey." I say and he smiles in my direction. His eyes go big and he wiggles his eyebrows at me.
"Lookin' good Santana. You're gonna have to beat 'em off with a stick." He jokes and I laugh.
"I might have to snix some motherfuckers if they try and get up on this." I say. I almost forget he has no idea what I'm talking about until his eyes turn confused and he just smiles and nods.
"Anyways, let's go in." I say pointing towards the small line of people. He walks towards the door and passes the line with me in his shadow. He walks up to the doorman and they do some sort of handshake before the guy lets us both pass. He gives us both wristbands before we walk up the stairs towards the booming music. I follow him silently up the stairs and he guides me through the doorway where there is a massive dance floor. On the opposite side of the dance floor there is a stage with stripper poles and it looks like it's just open to the public. There are tons of people dancing on the poles and across the stage while the dancefloor is pretty much full. I turn to my left and see Calvin smiling at me before he tugs on my arm and guides me through a doorway to the left where there is a bar with a wall dividing it from the dance room.
"What can I get for you?" The bartender says smiling at Calvin. I can tell he's gay because he has that high pitched nasally Kurt voice going on and he stands like a fairy perched on a flower.
"Two purple rain long islands." He says and hands over a twenty. The bartender smiles and turns around to mix the drinks.
"I got this round, you ever had a purple rain before?" He asks curiously.
"No. Is it good?" I ask. He smiles and nods his head furiously up and down.
"Okay, slow down there jack in the box we don't want your head to fly off because I'm definitely not going to get on my hands and knees in this club to find it for you." I joke and he laughs. It's casual and I feel comfortable around him. I don't usually open up and have fun with people this easily but there's just something about him that I like.
"Two purple rains is thirteen dollars. seven's your change." The bartender says after setting the purple drinks in fishbowls onto the counter. He hands the change over and Calvin gives it right back. We both turn so our backs are leaning against the bar and he holds his fishbowl out towards me. I clink my bowl against his but it doesn't make much noise since they're plastic.
"This is amazing." I say after taking a few sips. He nods and smiles with his straw still between his lips. He practically halfway done with his before five minutes passes by.
"So, are you dating any special ladies or am I on duty as wingman tonight?" He asks curiously after he finally finishes his slurping.
"Uh... no wingman duty. I mean, I'm on a break with my girlfriend but I'm not looking for anyone else right now." I explain. He nods before taking another sip of his drink and turning towards me more.
"The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else." He says with a nudge and a wide smile. I shake my head and take another drink of my purple rain.
"No. I'm not trying to get over her. It's complicated. I don't wanna talk about it. Drop it." I say and the words come out with a harsh tone that I hope gives him the message.
"Okay... well I kinda came here for you. I figured it'd be more fun." He explains and I'm confused now. He looks around and point to a couple of guys making out at the corner of the room. He points to a few more couples kissing and a few people flirting at the bar. They're all gay couples or lesbians. The wheels in my head turn fast and the realization sends my heart into a rapid rhythm of anxiety.
"Is this a gay bar?" I ask with more authority than needed.
"It's gay night. Every friday the club turns into Gay night and it's the most popular place to meet other gay or lesbian people. My sister is a lesbian and she told me about it. She meets so many chics in this club." He explains. Istop listening even though his lips are still moving. All I can hear is the thumping of the bass vibrating my entire body. I've never been around this many gay people in my life. I've never been to a gay club before and the thought made me extremely nervous.
"Hi. I'm Kelly... D'wanna dance?" I'm ripped from my thought process by a brunette that's standing in front of me and staring up and down my body with hungry eyes.
"I have a girlfriend." I say before I turn to Calvin and glare at him.
"You do not!" He says after the brunette walks away.
"Sortof. I mean I don't know. I told her we could see other people and be on an unofficial break up because of the distance." I explain. He rolls his eyes and sets his empty drink on the bar.
"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard." He says. I slap his arm and glare at him with a smirk.
"I know it's dumb you asshole. I regret it but I'm trying to set her free. It's a long fucking story. Quit trying to bring it up." I snap.
"I didn't even bring it-"
"Just shut your perfectly chiseled jaws." I interrupt him. He smiles and orders another round of drinks for us both.
"Trying to get me drunk?" I ask because I'm already feeling a small buzz from the huge long island I just finished.
"That's the point, isn't it?" He jokes as he takes a long sip from his new purple rain.
After being hit on and Calvin trying to talk to me about Brittany, my nerves are on edge. I slammed my second fish bowl and moved onto just tequila and pineapple juice. After taking a few shots with Calvin and an unknown amount of tequila, I sort of blacked out. The next thing I know I'm out on the dance floor. I'm sandwiched between a blonde who's grinding against my front and a redhead dancing against my back. The blonde has Calvin dancing behind her with a brunette girl dancing against his back. I'm liquid from all the alcohol and my body moves to the beat as if I'm made of the music itself, at least that's what it feels like. I'm sure witnesses would disagree and I probably look sloppy as hell.
I feel the warmth of breath on my neck and then seconds later it's replaced by wet lips kissing the soft skin of my shoulder. It sends shivers down my body and tickles so I move into the touch. I feel a soft tongue twirl in a circle around my shoulder and I let out a gasp. I hadn't had sex in a week and my lady parts weren't happy about it. I remember the time with Brittany and it snaps me into reality that those lips against my skin are not hers. I jump out of the rhythm in the dance floor and quickly walk towards the bathrooms. Knowing which direction to walk was a miracle because I didn't remember using them since I'd been here but there was a big gap in time that I didn't remember.
I got to a stall and quickly leaned over the toilet. It was seconds before I feel the hot acid burn my throat before it flies into the toilet. The gagging noises that come from my throat make me feel more sick. I puke one more time before my stomach settles and I flush the toilet. I take a deep breath, wash my hands, and fix my make up before I leave the bathroom. Calvin's waiting for me outside the bathroom.
"You alright?" He asks and I nod before walking towards the bar. He follows and orders us another round of shots. It's almost like deja vu when we do round after round while I sip on my mixed drink. At some point everything fades to black and I'm lost in that numb feeling.
My head is throbbing, no it's pounding. The sun is shining directly onto my face and I feel like I'm going to die. I keep my eyes closed tight for a minute as I try to remember how I made it home from the bar. I can't remember anything after puking in the bathroom at Necto. When I finally open my eyes and look around the room my heart starts racing. I see the unfamiliar poster of two girls making out wearing absolutely nothing. There is also a Detroit Red Wings poster hanging on the opposite wall. The room is painted a pale grey. I look down at the black blankets that are covering me and feel the fabric slide against the bare skin of my stomach. My heart skips a beat when I realize I'm naked. I look to my left and see that no one is lying next to me.
I can't believe I'm waking up in a strange bed of some butch lesbians house naked. I know it's not cheating technically, but it feels so wrong. I don't even remember anything and I definitely wasn't trying to hook up with anyone before I blacked out last night. I feel my chest tighten and my throat go dry. The tears are stinging my eyes as I think about what may have went down here last night. I take a few breaths to calm myself down and look around the room for my clothes. Thankfully, they're lying in a pile next to the bed. I quickly put them on and brace myself for the walk of shame. I quietly open the door and look around to see if anyone is in the hallway. The coast is clear so I quietly make my way through the unfamiliar home. I find the living room and see a head of blonde hair that I recognize. I tip toe past the blanket covered body towards the front door. As I open the door it creaks and the person on the couch shifts under the blanket.
"Santana."
"Calvin?" I reply. He moves from under the blanket as I stand in the doorway.
"Uh, yeah... where you going?" He asks. My heart slows down a bit when I realize it was Calvin sleeping on the couch.
"I was headed home... but uh... what happened last night?" I ask before closing the door and walking towards the couch. I sit down next to him and he's smiling at me all wide and dopey like.
"Well... you got tanked and couldn't tell me which dorm buildings you lived in. We went to two separate buildings and you didn't have the right key for either of them. I was surprised you were still walking because I could barely understand a word you were saying. I mean granted I was practically holding you up the entire time. Since you were too drunk to find your place, I brought you back to my apartment to sleep it off. I took you into the bedroom and you immediately started ripping your clothes off before you hopped into the bed and cuddled up in my blankets. You asked me to sleep in there with you but I told you I'd just take the couch." He explains before taking a deep breath and chuckling softly.
"You started crying about unicorns and gay sharks or something. I don't know you weren't making any sense. But I went to get you water and you were passed out when I got back so I just set it on the nightstand and went to sleep on the couch." He adds. You roll your eyes in embarrassment because you don't remember a thing.
"I don't remember anything after I puked at the bar." I admit. His eyes widen and he throws his hands in the air.
"I didn't even know you puked at the bar." He says.
"Ha, yeah. I kept drinking after I know that much but then everything faded to black." I say. The anxiety and guilt of thinking I had a one night stand with some strange lesbian that I couldn't remember, had drifted away and I felt relaxed to have a new friend that had my back. Things could have went terribly wrong seeing as I know nothing about him and we just hung out for the first time. I'm just thankful they turned out okay.
"Wanna grab some grub?" Calvin asks and I shake my head no in response.
"I have to get home and get ready for todays game." I reply. He shrugs and smiles at me.
"Have fun!" He says as I walk towards the door.
As I'm walking home I pull my phone out and see that I have three missed calls and two text messages from none other than Brittany.
2 New Messages.
BRITTANY: Santana, answer your phone!
BRITTANY: I'm starting to get worried that hillbillies kidnapped you and sold you into white slavery. Please call me back.
I look into my messages and recent calls wondering why she's so worried. I had called her twice at four am and sent her a sloppy text at around the same time. I could barely understand what it said but I think it's suppose to say something like 'I love you and I need you. Don't ignore me." None of the words are spelled right and there are random letters popped in through out. I quickly hit her name on the recent calls and pressed send. It rings twice before her voice breaks though in a worried tone through the speaker.
"Santana!" She says.
"Hi Britt." I reply.
"Are you okay?" She asks. I smile at the thought of the cute face she always has when she's worried.
"I'm better now that you're on the phone. Nothing bad happened. I just got a little too intoxicated last night." I tell her. She lets out a deep sigh and I can practically feel the relief rushing through my body for her.
"You did sound pretty drunk in your voicemail... that's part of why I was worried, though." She explains.
"What? I left you a voicemail.. oh God." I say. She giggles into the phone and it tugs at my heart strings.
"It was cute.. I didn't get worried until I read the texts and then you weren't answering." She admits.
"What did it say? I'm sorry I worried you." I tell her.
"I'll never tell... it's okay. I'm just glad you're fine." She says.
"You better tell me." I say trying not to sound too desperate.
"Never." She says and my lips twitch into an involuntary smile.
I really loved writing this chapter. Hope you like it. Sorry not much Brittana but I promise more soon. Can't wait to hear what you think.
FilltheVoid: I never said Olivia was a love interest for Santana! She's just a hot mess express right now though.
Guest: Glad you like it! Hope to keep you interested :]
Jiamana: That's why I had to write this because Glee ruined the storyline when it had so much potential... like most of their storylines.
20Kels: They've always been best friends, a break up could never ruin that bond.
Nash: thanks so much, hope you like where I'm going with it. I mean this is just my own headcanon going off right now to distract myself from the disaster of glee.
sac12389: I'm glad you liked the story and I try to stick mostly canon from the past storyline but I also like to tweak it to how I think things should be. I'm not trying to make Quinn be the stereotypical FF character in a brittana story but I seriously love the unholy trinity. I've watched all the episodes more than once so I'm fully aware of Quintanas canon frenemies status. I also remember towards the end of season three when they started getting closer and in my headcanon, they always cared about one another in their own weird ways. They've always had a different type of friendship and told each other how it is, straight up no bullshit kinda slap in the face shit. Santana grew up a lot in the last season and so did Quinn which in my opinion made them realize that they actually did want to be close and regain the unholy trinity for real. I feel like after people graduate they sort of put the past stupidity behind them and hold onto the things they think are important and I definitely think they're important to one another even after all the shit they put each other through. Also, about Mercedes... I completely agree there is a lack of Troubletones sass and I plan on bringing her in very soon because I love me some Sancedes.