'So... Same time next week?' Was the text Brittany sent to Santana when she got home from the most glorious afternoon spent with her sexy tattoo artist. But Brittany wasn't in a very glorious mood at the moment. Nope. Not one bit of gloriousness here. She was having too hard a time keeping her face from landing nose first onto her math desk. She had spent 5 hours and 45 minutes staring at her phone waiting on Santana's response when she should've been snoozing away. She must have dosed off sometime after that because when she awoke to her furry purring cat alarm, she reached for her phone and their was still no word from Santana.
"Hey Britt." One of the nicer Cheerios spun around from the desk in front of her. "Britt, hello!" She snapped her fingers a couple of times in front of Brittany's glazed over expression.
"What? Yea. The answers totally what Mike Chang said." She answered quickly.
"What?" Said the Cheerio.
"Always copy the Asian kids." She whispered conspiringly, side eyeing Mike from the far end of the room.
She laughed, though kept an incredulous look on her face. "Anyway... Quinn's throwing her annual homecoming pool party tonight. attendance is mandatory. Even though I don't need to even be mentioning that, I mean, who in their right mind would miss THE party of the year. Everyone's gonna be there." She said, her excitement bubbling over.
"Cool! Said Brittany, forgetting about Santana's non reply for the moment. "That sounds like a-"
The tattoo. The sharpie tattoo. The freaking fade with chlorine, running, not so permanent fake tattoo!
"Bad idea." Said Brittany, with worry in her eyes. What would missing this party cost her? She really didn't wanna know.
"I just remembered. My... My uh mom and I... We uh... Planned a trip." She lied with little skill.
"Where?" The girl was not convinced.
"China?" Said Brittany, cringing. The Cheerio rolled her eyes.
"Hey, that's your problem. Just remember that Quinn's not so easy to forgive. Cheerios lose their spots on the team if they miss these kinds of things." She said with a pitiful look at Brittany. "Don't be stupid... Girls here would kill to be in your shoes... rockin' our mark." She said in a hushed tone and spun back around.
Damn that mark.
Later on that day, after a long talk with Tina and deciding that she had no other option but to make an appearance, Brittany was in her bedroom, phone in one hand, just in case, while the other hand was busy tearing her room upside down looking for a conservative bottom for her bikini. She didn't have the time or the budget to go out now and buy a one piece. It seemed like she had two options. A white bottom with strings at the side that showed only the top half of her faux tattoo, or a skimpier red bottom that showed more of her tattoo but wasn't as bright or eye-catching. She thinks she'll go with the white. The more coverage the better. She never thought in a million years she'd be thinking that!
Slipping on a matching white bikini top that she had made sure left as little to the imagination as possible (she had to compensate somehow), and some short jean cut offs, Brittany was off to meet her doom. But who knew? Maybe she could sit pool side all night... She could always leave her shorts on...And who's to say anyone will even notice a thing this late at night!
But all that positivity was thrown out the window the second she pulled into Quinn's house in her moms old Honda.
Quinn's house was big. Not nearly as big as Santana's but she wasn't thinking of Santana right now. She was mad that Santana hadn't answered her text yet but she was still so hot.
The party was definitely in full swing as she stepped out of the car. Even the front yard was crawling with Mc Kinley's finest. Though none of them seemed to be at their finest at the moment. No, all the jocks and Cheerios were plastered! Bottles of vodka littered the grass and remanents of jello from what she assumed was a massive amount of jello shots was smeared all over the drive way. She saw a Jock from her Science class making out with the Cheerio from her math class, his hand all the way up her skirt. Another pair was stumbling across the lawn trying to hold back there puke, and several jocks were gathered in a circle talking and sipping from plastic red cups.
Brittany wanted to make this quick. Get inside, find Quinn, let her see you've come to her stupid homecoming pool party, and get the hell out before anyone throws you in the pool!
She made a mad dash in through the front doors and was hit with a wave of people. Their must have been other schools there too, because Quinn's house was packed! As she fought her way through the crowds, looking frantically for Quinn for a good ten minutes she finally spotted her. There, through the back patio doors was Quinn Fabray, diving elegantly off her diving board at the end of the crowded pool.
Brittany rushed out the doors and stood awkwardly by the pool. She hadn't seen anyone she was really friends with and since this was her first year on the Cheerios, she wasn't really close to anyone on the squad.
"Hey Brittany!"
She turned to see who had called her and found Puck waving her over with a bottle of Tequila and some shot glasses. She hurried over to him, happy for a familiar face.
"Shot?" He asked, pouring her a shot before she even answered.
"I'm good... What're you doing here?" She asked, shoving away the shot glass that was being thrust at her.
"I told you, Quinn and I go way back... Just supporting my girl." He winked.
Brittany turned to look at Quinn who was looking straight at her. She looked pissed.
"I'm gonna go say hi." She said to Puck as she strode off toward Quinn.
"Wait!" He called her back.
"Deliver this to Quinnie for me. Tell her she'll need it for later." He said with a slimy smile and shoved the shot glass in her hand.
Brittany knew she never liked that kid.
She walked over to Quinn who was glaring at her from her spot in the pool. Brittany adjusted her shorts higher on her hip. Just in case.
"Hey Quinn!" Brittany said as cheerfully as she could, even though her insides were a knotted mess.
"Cool party." She added, crouching down by the pools edge to be on Quinn's level.
"What'd you expect." She scowled.
Brittany didn't know how to answer that so instead she offered her Puck's shot.
"Here." She handed the shot to Quinn. " It's from Puck... He said you'll need it for later."
Quinn laughed. Her laugh wasn't very sincere though. It kind of scared Brittany.
"You have it."
Brittany didn't think she was in the position to argue with her scary team captain, so she took the shot. She cringed as she felt the hot liquid burn it's way down her throat. She wasn't much of a drinker.
"Puck!" Quinn yelled past Brittany.
"Brittany needs another shot!"
Quinn's smirk was wicked and Brittany did not like it one bit.
"Comin' up ladies." He said from the bar.
"I'm good Quinn really... I'm not-"
"So what were you and Puck talking about over there, huh?" Quinn said, her eyes boaring into Brittany's.
"Um... He just called me over for a drink, that's all..." Brittany said, glancing over at Puck who was making his was back with a tray full of shots.
"Well then... Drink." She said nodding over at the six shots of tequila on his tray.
"N-no thank you." She said feeling nervous. Why was Quinn being so mean. She knows Quinn's a bitch but she's sensing something really bad happening here.
"Drink it Brittany. Don't make me look bad at my own party." She snapped.
"C'mon Brittany, live a litte!" Said Puck, shoving a shot in her hand. Quinn glared at him.
Brittany looked at the two of them nervously and threw back the shot, feeling the hot sting run down her throat for the second time. Quinn watched on with a malicious smile.
"Need another?"
"N-no no. I'm gonna go now... Thanks for the-"
"What's the rush Britt." Said Quinn with a sickeningly sweet voice. Brittany was officially scared.
"You're fresh meat Brittany... Wouldn't want you messing up so soon... There are other girls who'd love your spot on the team, you know."
Puck was looking between the two with a clueless expression. "Are these shots just gonna sit here or what?" He said impatiently.
"No." Said Quinn. "Brittany's gonna drink them... All of them...Right?"
Brittany nodded. She needed that spot on the team. It was all she was good at. She was a cheerleader. This bitch and a little Tequila was not gonna stand in her way.
Ok a lot of Tequila.
By the third shot, Brittany was already felling loopy. She coughed and cringed as Quinn and Puck watched on eagerly.
"Damn girl! That's so hot! It's hard to find a girl that can throw back like that." Brittany heard Puck say though a haze of fuzzyness.
She took her fourth shot.
"It's not hot Puck. You wont find her so hot when you have to carry her puking ass outta here." Scowled Quinn. Clearly her plan was backfiring.
Shot number five.
"I don't think I can do it Quinn." Said Brittany. "I feel really sick." She felt warm and dizzy and she was sure she was swaying from her spot on the floor.
"Fine. Your loss... I guess I won't be seeing-"
"No!" Yelled Brittany, or at least she thought she yelled. She may have just lifted her arm up to Quinn to stop her from continuing.
She picked up her last shot and threw it back as fast as she could.
"Nice job, Brittany." Said Quinn. But Brittany could no longer see Quinn. She only saw a blurry mass of blond by Quinn and a blurry mass of tattoo by Puck.
"Hell yea!" Cheered Puck. Brittany missed the way Quinn scowled and swam away from her and Puck.
"Welp! See ya later hot stuff. I'm off to make my rounds." He said, and before Brittany was able to call him back to help her up he was gone.
Brittany felt numb. She had never had more to drink than a few sips of wine at her moms Christmas party's. Standing seemed too difficult and she had a sneaky suspicion that she may vomit if she made any sudden movements.
Taking one huge deep breath she crawled to her knees and stood up .She instantly regretted it. She needed to get out of there. She needed to get out of there so badly it wasn't even funny.
Grabbing onto what ever she could find she plowed through the sea of people though Quinn's living room once again and made her way to the front door.
"Hey sexy!" Some huge tan guy with another schools Letterman jacket screamed. Brittany tried to swerve away from the boy but ended up stumbling on someones foot and was splashed with beer from her bikini top to her jean shorts. She shivered and mumbled a 'sorry' to the blurry person and miraculously made it outside.
She felt the space around her spinning now. She was a few feet away from her car but the spinning was so bad she just dropped to the ground.
What was she gonna do? She definitely couldn't drive. She'd have to sleep in her car in Quinn's driveway. No. She'd rather barf than do that... Although those two things seemed inevitable right now.
Unless...
Santana could pick me up. No Tina can come.
Santana had a car. Tina did too, but Santana's was probably nicer. Santana was nice, caring and I'm sure willing to support safe driving. So would Tina but Santana was hotter.
So it was settled. She pulled out her phone and scrolled though her contacts until she landed on Santana.
After several rings she heard her voice.
"Brittany?" Santana's scratchy sleeping voice filled her ear and suddenly Brittany became very nervous. What was she thinking? She barely knew Santana!
"Hello?" Santana spoke again.
"Santana hi!" Brittany said too loudly into her phone. She was having trouble controlling everything right now, including her voice volume.
"Are you ok? It's 2 o clock in the morning." She said, her sleepy voice sounded slightly worried.
"I'm just... Quinn's a bitch and Puck's stupid and now I can't drive because the tray of shots and my Bikini is full of beer and it's cold and I feel like i'm gonna throw up on her lawn... But she deserves it." She slurred in a rush.
"You're drunk Brittany. Stay by your phone, i'm coming to get you. Don't drink anymore." She said and hung up without waiting for an answer.
Brittany sighed and leaned her head on her car for support. She wished she had brought a shirt because she really was cold. But Santana was coming. Santana was coming to pick her up. Brittany tried in vain to fix her hair and adjust her top to make her self more appealing to Santana but she found herself slowly drifting into a deep deep sleep.
"Brittany. Wake up." She heard a far away voice call to her. It was husky and dark. It was Santana.
She felt herself being shaken awake but her eyes refused to open. It would've taken way too much effort to do much of anything right now.
"Brittany. C'mon, your scaring me. Wake up!" Her tone was fierce and strong. She was angry. Brittany had made her angry.
"Sor Sananna... I'm so so so sorr." Said Brittany with a hiccup, her eyes still shut tight.
"Ugh. Thank god." Sighed Santana. "Can you open your eyes for me." She said in a more relaxed tone. It was comforting.
Brittany blinked her eyes open and tried her hardest to focus on Santana's beautifully tired face.
"You're s hot." She slurred.
Santana chucked deeply. "C'mon boozy, let's get you outta here."
Brittany tried to nod her head but her brain was not listening. She wanted to tell Santana 'thank you' a billion times but her mouth just hung wide.
"I'm gonna pull you up ok." Said Santana, her face was so close to Brittany's now. She could see that tiny little perfect nose, and those extra long lashes and- Oh god! Those lips. She wanted to smash herself against those lips.
But before she could attempt to drunkenly molest Santana's lips, Brittany was being pulled of the floor swiftly by strong hands. She would've loved the feeling of crashing into Santana's arms like she just had if it wasn't for the overwhelming need to suddenly barf that had just slapped her across the face.
"Oh my God Santana! I'm gonna.." She felt her self being turned around by the waist by Santana's firm grip.
"Let it out Britt. You'll feel better." Said Santana's hushed voice from behind her. She was sweeping Brittany's hair out of her face with one hand, while the other stroked her bare back in soft circles.
And boy did Brittany let it out. She felt like she was gagging for a lifetime before she emptied the contents of her stomach and began to cry. She never knew why throwing up made her cry but it always did.
"So gross. So so so gross." Said Brittany who began to sway on the spot, tears streaming down her face. Santana steadied her and pulled her up from her bent over position.
"Shh." Hushed Santana, who was now pulling Brittany down the driveway. Brittany looked back at her car. She was too tired to ask where she was taking her. Anywhere with Santana was fine with her though.
Brittany wanted to ask how Santana knew she was at Quinn's house. She wanted to know why she was willing to wake up in the middle of the night to rescue her, and why she didn't just leave when she started puking all over the place. She wanted to ask a million questions, but as she was led down the drive way and off to who knows where, everything began to fade, even the shimmering black locks that hung past Santana's shoulders began to dim, until all she saw was black.
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