AN: So in "Blame It On The Alcohol" New Directions sign a pact about not drinking and if they do to call Schuester for a ride. Here is what happens when Brittany drinks at a party and has to call Schue. Again written for supergirl102. Inspired by lyrics from "The Devil In Me" by What's Eating Gilbert
"So how was I?" some guy whom she couldn't recall his name in her drunken haze asked.
"I've had better," she said, rolling out from under him. Staggering she gathered her clothes and put them on, the stunned jock watching her from the bed.
Without another word she stumbled from the bedroom, somehow managing to get down the steps on her own two feet, and made a crooked path to the front door. The cool night air cut through the haze enough for her to realize that she was in no shape to drive. She needed to call someone but who, she wondered as she staggered across the front yard. A tree root tripped her and she fell to the ground.
Rolling to her back, she took out her cell and scrolled through names. Seeing one she stopped - Mr. Schue. They had signed a paper saying if they were drinking they should call him. He'd be disappointed in her but what other choice did she have.
"Hello."
"Mr. Schue, I fell off the pony," she slurred into the phone.
"Brittany?"
"Yeah. Least I think that's my name. Things seem a little hazy right now."
"Where are you, Brittany?"
She looked up into the tree limbs above her. "Under a tree."
Will sighed. "Where is the tree?"
"Outside. Even I know trees don't grow indoors, Mr. Schue."
"Right. Okay so where were you before you came to be under the tree," he tried again.
"Damon Lartey's party."
"Do you know the address there?"
Brittany gave him the address.
"Okay, Brit, I'll be there shortly. Just sit tight."
"Right. I won't make like a tree and leave," Brittany said, laughing at her own joke.
Ending the call she looked back up at the leaves above her. ~A leaf can't leave a tree so why do people even say that?~ Brittany pondered, a confused feeling that had nothing to do with the alcohol coming over her. At least this was a feeling she was use to.