A/N Hey, another longer than I'd like delay. I apologize. Registration and Housing Selection is this week. I'm trying to be better, really!
With her new bold decision to stop seeing Sebastian Santana found that she had far more time to be with her beloved, Brittany. The more she focused, the more she realized how much she loved her girlfriend.
"Wow," was all she could say when Brittany walked out of the bathroom, ready for their Friday night extravaganza. Every week, all she had to say was wow. Brittany never failed to impress.
"You don't look so bad yourself," Brittany commented, fingering the shiny material of Santana's shirt.
"I do it just for you," she replied, smiling widely. In fact, she did put a special effort into her wardrobe every Friday in the hopes of impressing Britt. It always payed off.
"Come on, we don't want to miss the fairies!" Santana rolled here eyes, still smiling. Fairies were what Brittany had dubbed the her favorite band that frequented a local club. Their actual name was unknown to the pair, but they would never pass up a group of former strippers singing covers of anything from "My Humps" to "Backstreet's Back."
"Let's go." Santana linked her arm around Brittany's and left their apartment.
xxx
From the moment she was old enough, well from the moment her fake ID said she was old enough, Santana Lopez had been the focal point of every club she walked into. She was hot and she knew it, not to mention the girl on her arm shone like the sun.
"Your regular tonight, sweethearts?" shouted a voice from the bar.
"I think Britt wants to dance first, Bernard!" Santana shouted back at their favorite bartender. True enough, the next moment Brittany was dragging her out into the throng as the Fairies started to bastardize "Me Against the Music."
They had danced happily half-way through the first chorus before she noticed him.
He would be here. Sipping his fruity drink. Flirting with every man within ten feet of him. Looking like he just walked out of cologne add. Brittany followed her gaze and her eyes lit up.
"It's Sebastian! We should go say hello!" Santana's arm was tugged through the sea of people toward the bar.
"Come on, Britt, we just started dancing, I'm sure he'll be there after this song ends!" Brittany didn't hear her.
"Sebastian!"
"Girls!" the actor said as he shooed away a group of disappointed looking men.
"I'll have that drink now, Bernard," Santana said as she plopped down on the stool next to Brittany.
"I saw you coming," Bernard said as he handed Santana and Brittany their usual drinks.
"Thanks, Bernie!" Brittany beamed. "So Seb, what brings you here? I didn't think this was your scene."
"There's no VIP room," Santana quipped.
"I heard this was the place you two hung out, and seeing as you two are the coolest people I know here, I figured this was the hottest place to be."
"Snix does have great taste in parties," Brittany said, flashing her blinding smile at her girlfriend.
"She always did know how to show a guy a good time."
"She sure does," Brittany agreed, still staring at Santana.
"Dude, this is from the guy in the purple shirt," Bernard said, handing a beer to Sebastian.
"Don't call me 'dude,' and I don't like beer."
"I do," Santana said, taking the beer from the table. "Thanks, Bernie."
"Anything for you, sweetheart."
"Snix, I think Bernie has a crush on you!" Brittany exclaimed once Bernie moved away.
"Of course he does, Britt. Who doesn't?"
"I can't think of anyone," Sebastian cut in, waggling his eyebrow.
"Seb! Do you have a crush on Santana?" Brittany exclaimed, shoving her costar playfully.
"C'mon Britt, let's get back to dancing."
"I think I'll join you, I like this song," Sebastian said as he got up to follow Brittany and Santana. Santana grumbled, unheard as the movie star began to grind with a built blonde.
"Santana, listen!" Brittany shouted as the opening bars of Buttons blasted from the Fairies' speakers. Santana turned to face her girlfriend with a mischievous smile. Brittany pulled her closer and began gyrating her hips to the beat. Santana smirked and returned the movement, wrapping her arms around the blonde.
She closed her eyes and enveloped herself in the feeling of her girlfriend. Brittany's hands traveled down her back to rest on her ass, pressing the two girls closer, trying to fulfill the desperate need to more.
Santana opened her eyes for a moment to see none other than Sebastian Smythe starring darkly at her from around the back of the blonde her was grinding against. They locked eyes. For a moment Santana thought she saw what might be a glimmer of jealousy in his eyes. But no, it couldn't be. He only used her, he didn't want her, right? Even if her and Britt's grinding was super hott, he didn't swing that way, he had made abundantly clear.
But then it was gone. Santana chalked it up to the beer and the lightening and closed her eyes again, reveling in the feel of Britt's body on hers.
She let out a sharp gasp as Britt began to kiss her neck. Suddenly she felt a strong need to leave and ravish Brittany in private. She was about to announce this to Britt when she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"Can I have this dance?" that asshole.
"No," Santana replied defensively, grabbing Britt's arm.
"I wasn't talking to you," he replied smoothly, looking at Brittany, who had started to blush.
"Of course," she took the offered hand. "I'll meet you at the bar, Snix!"
Santana scowled as her girlfriend pranced off to dance with her booty call and marched back to Bernard.
"Need something stronger than beer?" he asked, seeing her face.
"Oh Bernard, you know me so well."
"Here you go, one glass of this and say goodbye to your troubles. At least for tonight." He winked as he passed her a purple liquid.
"What is it?" she asked hesitantly.
"My own special - secret - recipe. Don't worry, one glass won't kill you. Two is debatable, but one is fine." He grinned expectantly. She took a sip and screwed up her face as the bitter liquid slid down her throat.
"What is in that!" she exclaimed, already starting to forget why she was angry.
"What about 'secret recipe' did you not understand?"
"Well I was just wondering what kind of poison you're killing me with, that's not too much to ask is it?"
"But it's not going to kill you. That's the point that I just made, if you recall." Santana took another sip of the liquid, already feeling disconnected.
"Does this stuff have a name?" she asked blearily.
"Not yet, I'm still working on that."
"You should name it something cool, like not lame. Cool." Santana giggled as she continued to sip the strange drink. It seemed to taste better with every sip.
"I'll try my best, got any suggestions?"
"How about 'The Brittany,'" she waved her hands for effect. "Brittany's the coolest person I know. That ANYBODY knows. Brittany's so cool." She smiled vaguely, remembering Brittany.
"I'm sure she is, she's gotta be to get this kind of attention from someone as cool as you."
"Where is Britt?" Santana asked abruptly, becoming acutely aware of the lack of Brittany beside her. "It's not a party if it's not a Brittany party."
"I think she's still dancing with that dick who doesn't like it when I call him 'dude.'" Bernard scrunched his face.
"Riiiiiiight," she looked around, spotting the dancing duo in the middle of the dance floor. "I'll see you later, Bernard, I've got something to take care of." She strode off towards them.
"Hey Britt!" she yelled when she was near them.
"San! Are you OK?" Brittany asked, concerned. Santana guessed she must look flushed. The Brittany really was going to her head. She ignored Brittany's comment.
"Hey, 'Bastion! King Homo! Brittz and I have gotz to go home now and get our sweet lady kisses on." She reached for Brittany's arm. "So, if your highness doesn't mind, I have to cut your dance short." He looked at her quizzically.
"I don't know how you managed to get so drunk in so short a time, but I think home would be the best for you right now."
"Come on, Santana, let's go home." Brittany supported her as they made their way slowly out of the club.
And that was when Santana's memory went blank.
xxx
"I love you," she said the next morning as they lay in bed. Brittany smiled broadly.
"I love you more," the blonde responded as she rolled over to face Santana.
"Not possible."
"Is so!"
"Nope, there is no way that you can love me more than I love you."
"I totally love you more. There is no question."
"Oh really?"
"Yes."
"Prove it." Brittany smiled and pulled Santana in hard for a kiss. As their limbs became tangled and their bodies pressed together the two lovers soaked in the beautiful skin on skin contact that could only be achieved by perpetual nude sleeping.
Saturdays were Santana's favorite day, without question. The thought of spending hours with Brittany in the morning was what drove her through the week and even crawled into her mind when they were out on Friday nights. Even last night. Her head throbbed as she remembered last night. Santana was no stranger to hangovers, but whatever Bernard had given her must have had something strange in it because this headache felt worse than the rest.
"Uuuugggghhhh," she moaned as the rest of her body joined her head in full hangover state.
"How much did you drink last night when I was dancing with Seb?" Brittany asked as Santana got out of bed and wandered drunkenly over to the bathroom.
"A little bit of a lot of something." She moaned again as she felt Brittany's hands pull her hair out of the way of her vomit.
"Thanks Britt."
"Anything for you, San." Santana squeezed her eyes shut.
xxx
She was fourteen. Her first hangover. Last night her, Brittany, and Quinn had drank half of Quinn's parents' liquor cabinet in their first endeavor into booze.
What a mistake.
She had heard of hangovers before and expected them to be bad, but not this bad! She could barely move, but she needed to barf. She groaned as she felt her way blindly toward Quinn's bathroom. She stayed here enough to know where it was, which was a blessing as she couldn't open her eyes without being assaulted with searing pain. As she let everything out of her stomach, she felt soft hands pull her hair into a quick ponytail.
"Thanks Britt," she said as the other cheerleader dropped down beside her and began to relieve her stomach as well.
"Shh, no talking," came a voice from the tub. Quinn had hidden there at some point during the night.
They passed the next hour or so in pained silence before Quinn had the sense to get aspirin. They moved to Quinn's bed as they let the medication sink in.
"Never again," Santana mumbled.
"Never," Quinn agreed.
"At least not without a bunny," Brittany added. Quinn and Santana opened their eyes long enough to roll their eyes at each other, in too much pain to question Brittany's logic.
"Whatever you say, Britt," Quinn responded.
The trio nuzzled together and didn't move until dark.
xxx
Santana breathed in deeply. She loved the smell of Brittany after a shower.
"We should call Quinn," she mumbled into Britt's hair.
"It's been a while."
"Mmm."
"We'll call her when you're over this hangover."
"Sounds good." She nuzzled into her girlfriend's shoulder.
"Go to sleep, Snix."
Santana fell asleep in Brittany's arms. It was so comfortable, being here. She almost forgot to hate Sebastian.
Almost.
A/N If you're missing Sebastian then don't worry, he'll be back in force next chapter! As always, thanks for reading and the reviews!