Hahaha. Thanks for the reviews guys. And forgive me if there were any mistakes from the previous chapter.
OmG! The Glee 4x01! Now who's Excited for next weeks's Britney 2.0 Ep? I seriously wanna watch it cos of one Heather Morris... I mean c'mon! It's Brittany, Bitch!
Sooooo. As i've said this chapter contains angt. I've been thinking about this for quite sometime. Hope to give justice on this chapter.
This is actually based on my own experience... So enjoy!
Glee characters ain't mine... Got it?
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SANTANA
Santana stirred on her sleep due to a ray of sunlight that slowly filled the room and hitting her on the face.
Ugh. My head hurts... I'm not gonna drink again... Ever!
When she opened her eyes, the room started to spin so she closed it again and clutched her head.
Hang over's a bitch! Fuck it! What am I thinking last night? Oh yeah! that slut Lily..Arghhhhh... But wait, speaking of last night... I can't remember anything that happened after that..
She slowly get up and put her head on the head board of the bed. And let her eyes roam around the room she was in. She saw that the room was painted black with several paintings hanging on the wall. At the far corner was a book shelf filled with different books of different genre. On her left was a large oak desk with an iMac on it. The room itself screamed black, everything was black in color and red as its accompaniment.
Wait.. This ain't my room.. Ugh... My head... Feels like a truck ran into me..
I swear Santana if you decided to get drunk again I myself will slap you in the face..
Her eyes widened when she saw her pants, her top and shoes scattered on the floor.
Holy shit! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
She stood up from the bed and started to pace back and forth forgetting that she has hang over. She was wondering where she was and piecing bits by bits what happened last night. Then she saw a picture on the desk. A picture of a blonde little girl with blue eyes that she'll never forget.
Oh my god! Santana! Think! Think! Think! Arghhhhhhh!
When she saw herself on the mirror her eyes bulged out of the socket and panic suddenly rose. She was wearing only her underwear and a baggy t-shirt that she's sure belonged to the blonde girl that owns the room.
Shit... Shit... Shit... Did we? Oh my god! Did she? Fuck! Santana this was all your fault! You shouldn't have get yourself drunk!
She closed her eyes and suddenly remembered a warm body carrying her towards a room and laying her on the bed. She was still pacing back and forth, anger arising and suddenly she felt tears flowing down her cheeks.
How could she do this to me?! I was fucking drunk!
She sat on the bed and started to sob.
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"Yo wassup! You're up early! This is a first!" Puck said while kissing Brittany's temple. "Good morning baby..."
"Shut up Noah! You want some food? Oh hey Mike!" Brittany said while flipping a pancake on the pan.
"Is this a dream? You cooking?" Mike teased. "This is a miracle!"
"Hey! I know how to cook okay? And besides we have a guest. I don't want to have the impression that we're not great hosts okay?" Brittany defended.
"Yeah impress them with pancakes!" Puck said then laughed loudly.
"Fuck you! Where's Quinn?" Brittany said while putting a stack of pancake on two plates.
"Still sleeping... You know how she works when she gets drunk... It's like she could sleep all day.. Then gets up to eat and then sleep again.." Mike said while getting up to retrieve an orange juice on the fridge.
"Soooo Puckerman... Did you get some last night huh?" Brittany asked while wriggling her eyebrows.
"Of course I do! I'm the Puckasaurus.." Puck answered with a smug grin. "She left a couple of hours ago... A cheerio.. One down! A lot to go.."
"Pig! Sometimes I wonder why I decided to be your best friend!" Brittany said while drinking orange juice from Mike's glass.
"How about you? Did you get some action last night?"
"Yeah britt did you get some?" Mike asked curiously.
"You were with some hot chica last night after Lily left... Did you guys had a party on your bed huh?" Puck asked with a raised eyebrow.
They all laughed. Brittany was about to answer when a loud angry voice stopped her.
"You!"
"Me?" Brittany said confused.
"What did you do to me?"
"Good morning to you too Lopez... Nice greeting by the way..."
"Shut up! What did you do to me last night?" Santana said.
"I don't know wh-..."
"Don't deny it Brittany! What did you do to me?" Santana demanded, anger evident on her voice.
"Look, will you just relax first?" Brittany said while throwing her hands up in surrender.
"Relax? You want me to fucking relax? How am I going to relax if I can't remember anything from last night!"
"Woah! Chill... Okay?"
"Did we?.." Santana trailed. "Did you?"
"Huh?" Brittany asked confused.
"All I can remember was, a body... She has blonde hair... She's carrying me to a room and laying me on the bed.. And.. And.. She's.. She's taking..my..My clothes off..." Santana said with unshed tears.
"Li-..."
Santana felt her tears on her cheeks. "You fucking took advantage of me did you?" she spat.
Brittany's was taken aback and her eyes widened. "Excuse me?"
"Oh fuck it! I heard you and Puckerman here talking if you had a party on your bed last night! Oh yeah! I woke up on your bed this morning. So yeah... You're talking about your conquest were you? And to top it of... I woke up wearing nothing but my underwear and a fucking t-shirt that clearly belongs to you!"
"I-..."
"Oh my god! So you did?! You fucking took advantage of me!"
"wa-..."
"I was drunk Brittany! Scratch that! I was super fucking drunk! And you... You what? You fucking took advantage of that! You took advantage of my drunken state!"
"Uh-..."
"Did you get super horny last night that when you saw my unconscious body... You decided to fuck me because you knew that I won't be able to fight you?!"
Brittany was getting pissed off of Santana's rant.
"You're terrible! You're a terrible person! I never thought you could do that to me... To anyone for that matter..." Santana said while wiping her tears.
"Well i'm sorry because you're the only available body last night Lopez.." Brittany said while curling her fist.
"Britt..."
"Shut up Noah!"
"Lily ditched you last night that's why you came to me huh?" Santana asked with her arms crossed on her chest.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! I was hot and bothered and she was gone so yeah when I saw you drunk, I thought hey.. She won't be able to say no to me because she's super drunk.. So why not right? After all she has a banging body.. So why not?" Brittany said anger seeping on her tone.
"Now I think I knew the real reason why your parents kicked you out of New York...Mike told us that your parents told you to move from the Fucking Big Apple to Fucking Lima, Ohio due to circumstances! Circumstances? was it because you did the same thing there? So how many girls... How many drunk girls you had taken advantage of huh?"
"You don't know anything!" Brittany spat.
"I know one thing! You only think about sex! Sex! Sex Sex! All you care is flirting and getting it on with some girl! So did I add another notch on your collection of drunken girls you fucked without them knowing huh?"
"I hate to break it to you... I was drunk... And you're drunk... And I need a fuck last night and you're there...After all it's been weeks since I got laid... So I'm so so sorry if I was a teenager with a fucking raging hormones! Nice tits by the way..." Brittany said while shrugging.
"Brittany..."
"Don't say anything Chang or i'll fucking swear to cut your tongue." Brittany said while sending Mike a glare.
"You're unbelievable! I never thought you're like that!" Santana said while shaking her head.
"You don't know me yet Lopez.."
"You're fucking disgusting!"
"That's not what you said last night when I was fucking you hard. Fucking you senseless..."
"Shut up!"
Quinn suddenly came and asked what was the yelling all about.
"Shut up?! As far as I can remember.. You were saying 'don't stop britt' and 'yeah.. there..' And my favorite? 'feels so goooood'. Brittany said in a mocking tone. She sipped some juice to help herself calm down.
"Stop!"
"You never told me to stop last night... When I was kissing your neck... Sucking and licking your earlobes... Flicking my tongue on your nipples.."
"Shut the fuck up!"
"What? You don't want to hear it? A while ago you barged in here and asked me what I did to you. And now that I'm telling you what happened you're telling me to stop?" Brittany laughed bitterly.
"You're worst than I thought!" Santana spat.
Brittany shrugged. "You should thank me for fucking you last night. At least you got to experience this..." Brittany said while gesturing to her body.
"Fuck you Brittany!"
"Oh sugar.. You already did" Brittany said with a smirk.
"You fucking disgust me!" Santana said while marching forward towards Brittany.
Brittany was about to say something when she felt a palm and a stinging pain on her cheek.
"Santana!" Quinn said while . "Puck..."
"Got it..." Puck said while attempting to grab Brittany's waist.
"Don't you dare Noah..." Brittany said while looking Puck straight in the eye. "I won't hit her.. If that's what you're thinking... Did I ever hit a girl huh?" Brittany asked in a raised eyebrow.
"You don't hit a girl but you fuck them? You take advantage of them?" Santana laughed sarcastically. "Like that's any better..."
"Are you done now? Cause you're boring me already.." Brittany said while crossing her arms.
"Hey.. What's happening here?" Quinn asked confused.
"You're fucking friend.. Took advantage of me..." Santana said while struggling against the other girl's grasp.
"What? When?"
"Last night... in her room!"
Quinn was confused of what the Latina was talking about. "Last night?" Quinn looked at Santana then to her best friend.
"You know what? I don't have time for this!" Brittany yelled then stormed out of the kitchen.
There was an eerie silence for a minute before Quinn suddenly spoke.
"Hold up.. So you're accusing her of..." Quinn asked with a quirked eyebrow.
"Of course you're gonna defend her! You're her best friend after all!" Santana yelled, anger rising on her blood again.
Quinn crossed her arms. "Do you even remember what happened last night?"
"No I don't! I was about to ask Brittany about it when I heard them.." Santana tilted her head to Puck. "talking about her 'party on the bed' last night. And may I add, I woke up wearing but these... Yeah! that answers all my questions..." she finished while gesturing to the clothes she's wearing.
"You stupid bitch!" Quinn said while anger building up.
"What did you just say?" Santana asked disbelieving.
"You stormed here and yelled at her then slapped her without even knowing the truth?" Quinn said exasperated.
"what truth? She didn't even denied it!"
"Did you even gave her the chance to speak huh? Clearly, you didn't know anything that happened!"
"Because I was drunk!"
"Fucking yes! You were drunk! So let me give you a refresher then..."
FLASHBACK...
"Yeah that's what I'm thinking.. Now wake Quinn up.. Tell her I need her help... I'll bring Lopez to my room.. And I need to get out of this fucking clothes drenched in puke! The smell makes me wanna vomit too goddamnit!.." said Brittany then carried the slumbering Latina up to her room.
When Brittany arrived to her room, she laid the Latina on her bed then walked to her closet to get some t-shirt for the Latina. She was about to unzipped the Latina's pants when she stopped herself.
Don't Brittany...
Suddenly Quinn barged into her room annoyed.
"What do you want?" Quinn asked. "Oh my god. You puked?"
"Tone down!" Brittany whispered. "Lopez here puked on me.. So I need your help to change her clothes.."
"You woke me up to change her clothes?! Why didn't you just do it on your own?" Quinn said while walking towards Brittany.
"I don't know.. It's just.. It didn't feel right if I was the one to change her clothes..." Brittany said quietly.
"And why's that?" Quinn asked while grabbing the t-shirt from Brittany and started to unzipped the brunette's jeans.
Brittany turned her back around them. "I don't know.. I don't want her to wake up thinking... Thinking that I took advantage of her because she's drunk... You know.."
Quinn went into the bathroom to get a wet towel.
"You always amaze me Miss Pierce.." Quinn said while shaking her head.
Brittany smiled. "That's how I roll Fabray..."
Quinn stood up then walked into Brittany's closet, grabbed a shirt and sweat pants and threw it into the other blonde. "Now go change! You stink!"
Brittany chuckled. "Now you don't want me cause I smell puke? Wow. I'm deeply hurt Q.." Brittany said while walking out of the room.
"Where are you going?" Quinn asked.
"uhm. Bathroom? What? you want me to strip here huh? And besides what if Lopez woke up and saw me naked? I don't want her to panic and think we're having threesome you know.." Brittany teased.
Quinn threw Santana's drenched t-shirt on Brittany's face.
"Fuck you!"
"Now go!"
"Yes ma'am! And i'm sleeping in your room okay?"
"What? No!"
"You want me to sleep in Noah's room while he's getting it on with some chick?"
Quinn chuckled. "Yeah. Yeah. I'll see you in my room then..."
Brittany walked out of the room while Quinn continued to change Santana's clothes.
END OF FLASHBACK...
"That's what happened..." Quinn said while crossing her arms.
"But she..."
"She didn't deny? Did you let her talk huh?"
Santana didn't know how to answer to Quinn's question. She felt bad for judging Brittany and more so for slapping her.
Oh my god. What have I done? Arghhhhh...
"So you know... She didn't took advantage of you.. Just like what you thought of her.. She asked me to change your clothes.. Let you sleep on her goddamn bed!"
Puck and Mike was just silent and felt bad for the brunette.
"Hey.. You better sit down.." Mike said while guiding the Latina to a stool.
Santana sat on the stool and started sobbing. Quinn approached her and was seething with anger.
"You know Lopez... You're one hell of a bitch!You think lowly of her..." Quinn said while looking at her.
Mike who was near Santana was on guard, ready, if the blonde lunged forward to the brunette.
"I never thought you're judmental... Well maybe, that's why I don't like you.. You're a fucking judmental bitch!"
"Quinn that's enough..."
"You told Britt that she was a terrible person? Wow. What you said to her... What you did to her.. Did it make any difference? You're the terrible one here you know?" Quinn said with unshed tears.
Santana who was sitting on a stool didn't have the courage to look on Quinn's face. She felt bad. She felt terrible of her actions. So all she did was to cry silently.
"I feel sorry you Santana..." Quinn said in disgust.
Quinn was about to walk out of the kitchen when she suddenly stopped.
"Oh. Enjoy your remaining days on the cheerios.. Of being the Head Cheerleader.. I'll do my best to take it away from you... You know.. that was my original plan... but Brittany? Yeah you heard it right... Brittany told me to let it go.. To leave it because she don't want to cause any trouble to you.."
"I.."
"So now my plan is a go! So goodluck Lopez..." Quinn said then walked slowly towards the Latina.
"Quinn please.." Mike said the blonde's arm.
Quinn leaned into the Latina's ear and whispered. " You're so on the top of my hit list. If I were you.. I'll watch my back.." she said then walked out of the kitchen.
Santana was rooted on her seat when Mike placed two Advil and a glass of juice in front of her.
"Drink this.. I'm sure your suffering from a huge headache right now.." Mike said while patting her back and continuing his eating.
"Yo! Here... Have some pancake.. It'll help you with the hang over and shit.." Puck said while pushing a plate of pancake , bacon and eggs.
"Thanks.." Santana said with a weak smile.
"Listen.. Don't mind Quinn okay? She's just... She's just being Quinn.." Mike said
"Chang's right.. It'll pass.. Don't worry.. And regarding the cheerios-..."
"It's not what i'm thinking about now actually.."
"Brittany?" mike inquired.
"Yeah..."
"She'll forget about it eventually.. Don't worry about it.. Now eat!" Puck said while devouring his own pancake.
"Why are you still nice to me?"
"Uhm.. I don't really approve of what you said to Britt to be honest.." Mike said.
Santana cringed to what Mike said.
"...but, it's not our thing to meddle in somebody else's business.. Especially if it's Brittany's.."
Santana looked from her food to Mike and urged him to continue with what he's saying.
"That's the good thing about Britt... I don't know.. I mean.. If she got a problem or something... No matter what happens... She didn't want us to be involved.. No matter what we do to convince her that we'll help her or something... She'll just yell and threaten us to stay away..." finished Mike.
"You're still nice to me because.."
"Because still, your our friend.." Puck inquired. "Brittany knows that.. And she didn't want us to you know.. Choose sides even though we've been friends with her longer... This is between you and her.. All this crap and all... She'll act on it the way she does.."
"Quinn on the other hand was a different story.. I'm sure you know how protective she was to Brittany now.." Mike started. "So it's like 'You mess with Brittany, you mess with me'. But Don't worry, if Britt found out that Quinn was up to something against you.. For sure she'll talk to Quinn about it.." he said while walking into the sink.
"Cheer up Santana! The world isn't ending yet!" Puck joked to ease the mood.
Santana gave him a fake smile. "Yeah.. Thanks for the food Puck.. You didn't have to cook for me.."
"Oh brittany made it for you.." Puck suddenly blurted out and clamped his mouth shut.
"She cooked this?" Santana asked while tears forming on her eyes.
"Hey.. Hey.. Don't cry.. Finish your food and go get change... Your clothes were in her room.. Don't worry the maid dry cleaned it so it's good to go.. And i'll drive you home okay?" Mike said while patting the Latina's shoulder.
Santana was hesitant to move because she was not ready to come face-to-face with a certain blue eyed blonde.
"Don't worry they're probably on Quinn's room right now.. Her room's on the 2nd floor so you're not gonna bump to any of them..." Puck assured.
"You can use Britt's bathroom..."
"Okay..." Santana said timidly and walked out the kitchen straight to Brittany's room.
Sigh. You fucked up real bad Santana... You gotta fix this shit... What were you even thinking going all hysterical and shit.. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
When Santana was outside Brittany's bedroom, she was hesitant to open the door even though she knew that the blonde wasn't there. Before she stepped in, She took a deep breath and twisted the handle.
Sigh. You know she's not gonna be here and you got your hopes up... Really Santana? You're crazy! Now take a shower because for sure you stink like hell.. Ugh..
When Santana was finished, she roamed around the room and looked closely on each painting hanging on the wall.
Never thought she'd be interested in arts... Aside from dancing of course.. These paintings for sure is expensive... They're all beautiful... Sure i've seen some but these were... Just wow..
Suddenly a blue eyed blonde barged in the room wearing a black sports bra and grey sweat pants with a messy ponytail. Santana can see the beads of sweat dripping down her neck, the valley on her breasts and on her abs. She can visibly see the glistening sweat on the blonde's long legs.
Holy shit! Her abs. Her abs. Her abs.. And her legs. Her fucking legs that goes on forever... I think I'm gonna pass out... Ugh. Stop it Santana! You accused her of taking advantage of you and now you're perving on her... Arghhhh... You're unbelievable.
"Didn't know you're here.." Brittany said in a monotone.
"Uh-..."
"Just gonna grab some clothes then i'm gone..." Brittany said then walked in on her closet.
"I.. I.."
"Save it."
"Br-.."
Brittany sent her a death glare that made Santana's mouth dry, her heart beating fast like someone was running after her and fear overcomes her body.
"Uh-..."
Brittany ignored her and walked out of the room. When she was gone, Santana let go of the breath she was holding.
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When Santana came down to the Living Room. She saw Mike and Puck sitting on the couch and watching football.
"I'll finish this game okay? Then i'll drive you home.." Mike said to Santana.
Then suddenly they heard a loud screech of tire coming from the garage. Puck ran into the window and sighed.
"It's Brittany..."
"Damn.. She's driving so fast..."
Then Quinn came down running down the stairs.
"why Didn't you stopped her?" Quinn asked in a panic.
"She used the back door to the garage.. Why?" Puck said walking towards Quinn.
"Nothing... She was just.. She came back to my room in a foul mood.. I don't know what happened.. When she left to go to the dance studio she was calm then when she came back she was starting to yell. I don't know.." Quinn said worriedly.
"She'll be fine Q.." Mike assured her.
"You're still here.." Quinn told Santana who was quietly sitting on the couch.
"Fabray.. Don't start please.." Puck warned her.
Quinn ignored Puck and went back into her room.
"Mike call me when Brittany came home.. I'll be in my room..."
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"You're so quiet..."
"I'm just thinking..."
"About?"
"Everything.. Don't mind me Mike.. I'm okay.." Santana said then leaned her head on the car door.
"Okay.. As you say..."
"Nice house by the way.."
Mike smiled. "Why thank you..."
"It's pretty grand... Four highschool student living in that kind of house? Not to mention four-storey mansion.." Santana said while shaking her head. "Do you still able to see each other on that house?"
Mike laughed loudly. "Of course! We have each floor to ourselves.."
"Each floor?"
"Aha.. Imagine it as an apartment.. Puck was occupying the first floor due to circumstances.."
"Circumstances?"
"You know what I mean... Puck.. Chick.. Bed?" Mike chuckled.
"Oh."
"Yeah. Quinn occupies the 2nd floor.. Me on the 3rd and Brittany the top floor or what she calls the Penthouse.."
"Why's that? I mean... Each floor?"
"For privacy... We stick our noses to each others business sometimes but of course we still need a little privacy... Or as how Brittany refers to it was.. Alone time or Me time.. So yeah.."
Santana laughed upon hearing the terms. "That's me!" Santana said while pointing to her house. "Thanks a lot Mike..."
Before Santana get off the car, Mike suddenly spoke.
"I'm sorry for Quinn okay?"
"It's not her fault tho.."
"Listen... I don't usually do this.. But.. Brittany's a good person... She can be a handful sometimes... But she's a good person.. If you need anything, call me or puck..."
Santana fiddled with her hands. "Okay... I just hope I could fix this..."
"You will... Just give it a few days.. And talk to her.."
Santana smiled. "Thanks Mike."
When Mike pulled out of the curb, santana went straight to her room. She plopped down on her bed and took out her phone. When she looked at it, she saw 16 missed calls and 5 messages from Rachel, 2 from Tina and 1 from Mercedes.
Ugh. I don't want to deal with you guys right now.
Hobbit: Where are you?
Tina: Santana... Rachel's been looking for ya.. Where are you?
Hobbit: Santana!
Hobbit: Care to text back?
Hobbit: Did you left the party with James Richards?!
Wheezy: Why aren't you replyin' Berry's been cutting our throat giiirl!
Tina: We're gonna go now. I'm bringing Rach with me...
Hobbit: That's it! We're gonna talk at school Satan!
Santana threw her phone on the other side of the bed. She changed into more comfortable clothes, went to the kitchen to get her tub of ice cream even though she knows that when Coach Sylvester found out about it, she'll make Santana ran laps until she puke herself out, but she didn't care about it that time. So tub of ice cream in hand, she plopped on their leather couch and watched re-runs of Jershey Shore.
I'm so screwed! Screwed big time!
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Aaaaaaaaand that's all folks!
Anyway, that thing happened to my friend. He helped his schoolmate one night then the next day the her that he took advantage of her cos she's drunk and shit. And the rumor spread on their school. So yeah. He was called names and all..
Sooooo. Review! Review! Review!