The day flew by, as most game days do. The whole school gets overly excited about the game. Which is great, because I love the enthusiasm. But everyone is only pumped for tonight because if we win, then Puck is going to throw his annual Season Opener party. Which is basically just an excuse for everyone to get drunk and hook up with each other. Real classy.
The game starts in five minutes and The Cheerios all have to meet in the locker room before we go out to the field to cheer the football team in.
"Twinkle Toes, Mexican Barbie, hallway now." Coach Sylvester chanted as she pointed to Santana and I.
"Yes Coach?" Santana asked as we met her in the hallway.
"Have you two worked on whatever weird sexual lesbian tensions were going on between the two of you?"
"Absolutely, We-" Santana began but she was cut off by Sue.
"Oh shutup. How's about Brittany speaks for once?" Coach said as Santana gulped and they both turned to look at me. I froze. I wanted to say yes, things are fine between Santana and me but I couldn't bring myself to voice it. So I just stood there, like an idiot. Which probably wasn't a surprise to Coach anyway.
"Alright, I'll take Tweedle-Dumb's non-answer as a yes. Solely because this team probably would fail without either of you or Quinn." Coach Sylvester said a few more sentences after that but I tuned them out because I was still caught up on her calling me Tweedle-Dumb. I hate when she calls me that. I'm not dumb.
"Stop. Stop calling me that!" I finally spoke up after a few minutes of silence, interrupting her spiel.
"What did you just say to me?" Coach spat and Santana and I both stepped back a little.
"Stop calling me Tweedle-dumb. I don't care about any of your other degrading nicknames, but I hate that one." I stepped toward her and her eyes widened. She probably never could've predicted that I would stand up to her. "And you know what? You're a bully, Coach Sylvester. The names you call us; it's mean, it's bullying and I will not accept it."
"Britt, stop. Let's just go." Santana started to say before I raised my hand signalling for her to stop talking.
"Sorry Coach, sorry Santana, but I'm done here. I'll maybe be back at practice on monday, or maybe not. But I'll be in the student section tonight; if either of you need me." I started to walk away when behind me I heard Coach threatening Santana, saying that if I quit the team, then Santana's off too. I almost wanted to turn around and tell Sue that that was completely unfair, but honestly, maybe Santana and I would be better off without Cheerios.
The student section was so fun! I've never been a part of it because last year I cheered for the full season. But I think I like the view from here better. I spent most of the game hanging out with Artie down at the bottom of the section, so I wasn't really in the crowd at all, but for some reason it was still so fun. It was probably just cause of Artie, he was so sweet and so kind. No wonder Tina and him had such a lovey dovey relationship, he's the nicest guy ever. He even jokingly offered me his chair because I looked like I was tired of standing.
We won! For like the first time ever! So, as promised,the post game party is at Puck's house. Yippee! I tried to convince Artie to come with Mike and I but he declined. He said he's not much fun to be around at parties, which I highly doubt.
Mike and I drove to Puck's together. He couldn't stop talking about how exciting it was that Tina said yes to going on a date with him.
"Mike of course she said yes. Asking her to wear your jersey during school for good luck is the perfect way to let a girl know you like her!" I stated and he just grinned back at me.
He was also really happy because she had agreed to to meet him at Puck's party. Maybe tonight Mike and Tina can just make it official already so that he can finally stop obsessing over her.
Once we got to Puck's house, the party was already in full swing. Us Mckinley kids really do know how to party. We might slushy each other on a daily basis but one thing I know for sure is that we can all unite to get wasted and make horrible decisions! I've never been full out, pasty-faced drunk, only tipsy.
Mike left me alone in the kitchen so that he could go find Tina. It didn't take too long before there were three oversized football players, who I've never even seen before, hitting on me and asking me to do shots with them. I politely declined.
After a few more minutes of no sign of Mike's return, I went outside to get some fresh air. I noticed that someone was sitting on the ground leaning against the side of Puck's house crying. I went to check on them, and little did I expect that person to be Quinn Fabray.
"Quinn? Are you okay?" I asked in a low voice, so that she wouldn't be startled. When she looked up she seemed scared at first, and then relieved when she noticed it was only me.
"Britt, I think I made a huge mistake. And I don't know what to do about it." She started to sob again.
"Hey, Quinn, c'mon, don't cry. Whatever it is I'm sure there's a way to figure it out. I can help you if you want? Just tell me what's up." I said to her as I started to rub circles on her back.
"I slept with Puck." she sighed out, and then looked at me as if to see if I would judge her.
"Q, everyone's slept with Puck. I'm sure it's no big-" I stopped talking as soon as I realized what this meant. Quinn sleeping with Puck means that she cheated on Finn.
"Oh my god, please don't tell anyone!" She began crying, once again. "Especially not Finn & Santana. Santana would kill me, and Finn would never forgive me. She was probably right. Finn would be so heartbroken to know that his girlfriend of a full year now, cheated on him with his best friend. And Santana, yeah there's no telling how she'd react. Considering that she claims to not have real feelings for Puck, but she'd probably want revenge on Quinn just for the fun of it. Santana's very protective of her men, almost like a dog and its favorite bone. What's hers is hers.
"Okay, I won't tell. But hey, it's not that bad. Yes, you shouldn't have done it, but the past is the past. Plus, what Finn doesn't know won't hurt him." I reassured her.
"Brittany, I'm late." Quinn mumbled flatley.
"Late for what?" I asked, why would she just randomly blurt out that she's late for something.
She giggled at my response to her statement, "Nevermind. Lets go back inside." She suggested.
Quinn and I got a few more drinks and I started to feel buzzed. "Alright, that's enough for me." I said as the boys and Quinn simultaneously booed.
I saw Mike and Tina lounging in the corner, talking with their faces extra close, so I decided that I really shouldn't bother them. So I went to find Santana. I looked downstairs in the game room, in the living room, out in the back yard, and in the kitchen so I pretty much gave up on finding her.
As I walked further down the hallway, I started to hear a small banging sound, followed by moans. Someone must be getting their mack on right now, how typical. I found the bathroom door and as soon as I opened it, I realized that I really should have knocked first. Santana was sitting on the counter with Puck thrusting into her while standing in between her legs. Holy crap, they were having sex, on Puck's bathroom sink. That's disgusting! I gasped and they both looked up. Santana and I made brief eye contact before I closed the door and ran down the hallway, tears streaming down my face.
I spent a good 15 minutes sitting on the couch with Mike and Tina, listening to their small talk, trying to erase the image of Puck and Santana out of my mind.
"I'm gonna go get a drink." I said to Mike and Tina, though neither of them were even paying attention to me.
Four shots later and I was completely hammered. The room is spinning and I'm shocked that I haven't thrown up yet.
"Lets dance." I said to whoever this guy with a mullet is. I pushed him toward the dance floor and against the nearest wall. After about 20 minutes of grinding with him, Santana and Puck finally emerged. Santana saw me as soon as I saw her, I tried to look away but my head hurt too badly to even turn. Mullet guy must have noticed my struggle because he turned me around so that now I'm facing him. He grabbed my ass and we started grinding again. Probably under normal circumstances, I wouldn't be caught dead dancing like this with a stranger. But my head was spinning and my heart was aching, and dancing was the best remedy. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, softly. It was amazing. He was such an aggressive dancer that I guess I just assumed his kiss would be rough as well. He sucked on my bottom lip and then licked it, asking for entrance to deepen the kiss. It wasn't like Santana's kisses, where it's short and full of heartache, it was light and simple. I kind of enjoyed it. Until I felt a hand on my shoulder pull the two of us apart.
"B, do a body shot with me!?" Santana yelled in my face, to be louder than the music.
"I don't know S, I'm kind of having fun with Mullet guy over here." I put my hand on his chest and he leaned in to kiss my neck.
"Britt, he's just using you! He just wants to have sex with you!" She yelled again. This made me mad. I leaned away from him and toward Santana, whispering in her ear.
"You mean like you do to Puck? or using me like Puck does to you?" I asked her, starting to show my irritation, though my words were slurring together.
"I'm gonna go get us some drinks..." Mullet guy said as he left.
"Whatever, do body shots with me please? I really want to but I don't know anyone else here that well. You can be the body!" She seemed overly excited.
I nodded my head in agreement and she pulled me through the crowd and into the kitchen.
"Wait, why do I have to be the body?" I mumbled to her as I took my shirt off and she prepared the shot.
"Because," she leaned closer to me, while placing the lime in my mouth, "you're hotter." She breathed into my ear, sending chills down my spine.
That reason was enough for me, The guys cleared off the table and I laid on top of it. I closed my eyes waited for Santana to lean over me and pour the alcohol on my belly button but she didn't. I opened my eyes to see her getting on top of the table and straddling right over me, landing on my center. Considering that I'm only wearing leggings and a bra right now, it was pretty hot.
She leaned down and poured the shot right in between my boobs, and then sucked thoroughly to get it all off. She then licked the salt from my neck and and I started to feel like I couldn't breathe. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I was just hoping to god that she doesn't realize how into this I am. In an instant her soft supple lips connected with mine. At first she took the lemon from my mouth. As soon as our lips touched I felt the butterflies again. Thats how I know that Santana is something special. Because when we kiss, even though it doesn't mean anything to her, I can't stop the fluttering feeling in my stomach and I feel like we're the only two people in the world. She pulled the lemon out of her own lips and when I sat up because I thought we were done with the shot, she pushed her lips back into mine. I continued to sit up as she kissed me slowly. I propped my hands back on the table so now I was sitting straight up and she is still straddling my lap. She traced her tongue along my bottom lip and I granted her entrance. She cupped my face in her hands and deepened the kiss, while thrusting her hips forward onto me a little bit. I loved every second of it.
Kissing Santana felt like an out of body experience. Like I was someone in the crowd of guys watching the two of us make out on top of Puck's kitchen counter. And that's when I realized how many people were watching us. Obviously, we needed to stop. I'm half naked and drunk and who knows what's going on in Santana's mind right now, but I know she's drunk too.
I pulled away from the kiss and she lunged forward grabbing my lips again. I kissed her once more. It was short and sweet, so that I wouldn't get lost in the moment again. Santana had that effect on me, a short kiss could feel like forever with her, I just wish she felt the same. But above all else, this kiss was different than any previous kisses we've shared. It was more passionate than ever. But it was our worst kiss yet. It was awful now that I think about it, because I know that we're both probably too inebriated to even remember it by tomorrow morning.