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Chapter 41

"...Ello?" Santana spoke with a sleep tone. Her phone pressed against her ear.

"Baby! Heyyyy." Came the slurred voice of one Rachel Berry. "S-san... Sanny San San." Her slur was getting worse with each word.

"Oh fuckin...Berry! Where the hell are you?" Santana nearly shouted into her phone. If there was one thing she hated it was being called at 3 in the morning. And to make it worse... It was a drunk Rachel calling her at 3 in the morning.

"Sanny! Get...get your plump behind out of bed and..." She trailed off, a mad giggling filling the phone now. Santana rolled her eyes.

"Rach...? Where are yo-"

She was cut off by a loud noise and some wild cheering. People cheering like that meant one thing. Puck was throwing yet another party and somehow Rachel got caught up in it all.

"Damn it Puck." She muttered, throwing her blankets to the ground and stomping over to her dresser. "Berry, you stay right there." She growled, finding a pair of pants to put on.

"Okkaayy, Sanny." Rachel replied before the phone clicked.

"I am going to kill Noah." Santana grumbled, grabbing her keys and heading downstairs.

The sight of Puckerman's house was a disaster. Cars everywhere, music bumping loudly, and people...lots of fucking people. At this rate, Santana was surprised that no one had called the cops yet. But she knew... it was only a matter of time.

Marching up to the open front door, Santana pushed herself through the crowds of people and ran into the ring leader himself.

"Santana! I thought my sexy Latina goddess wasn't coming tonight." He had a beer clutched in one hand and a ping pong ball in the other.

"Yeah, well. When I get woken up at 3 in the fucking morning because of you throwing a stupid fucking party. I just have t come over and tell you." She grabbed his shirt and snarled. "You are a fucking idiot! Now where the hell is Rachel?" She threw him back, trying to scan the crowd.

"Whoa...hold on there." He held his hands up in surrender. "She's fine, I've been keeping an eye on her." He pointed to the corner of his living room. And there slumped over in a chair and cuddling a lamp was Rachel... and she was knocked the fuck out.

"Wow.. you sure did a nice job of watching her." She pushed Noah one more time before walking over to Rachel. "Rach?" She bent down, trying to pull the lamp away... It was still fucking on mind you. "Rachel?" She tried again, only causing the drunk brunette to latch on harder. "Oh fuck this shit." She unplugged the lamp and bending over, picked up Rachel and her new snuggle buddy.

Ignoring the strange, drunk, looks she was getting. Santana carefully manuveried through the crowd of people and out to her car. Laying Rachel and the lamp down on the hood, she opened her backseat and almost threw Rachel inside.

"I'm gonna kill you Puck." She muttered one more time before heading back home.

Santana was woken up once again, but this time it wasn't her phone. It was a small palm to her face as Rachel rolled over, flinging her limbs everywhere.

"Goddamn it.." She groaned, pushing her girlfriends hand away and rubbing her face. She glanced to her clock. 10 in the morning. People were going to pay for last night.

Looking back over to Rachel, she noticed the girl still had that damn lamp wrapped up in her arm. Santana had to put a stop to it.

"Berry..." She poked her gently... nothing. "Rachel.." She tried again, still nothing. "Rach!" She screamed and shoved the girl onto the floor with a crunch and a thud.

"Ooooowwwwww." Came a slow reply from the ground. "Why'd you push me...and..why am I laying on a lamp..?" She sat up and blinked rapidly at Santana.

"Because, despite my best efforts, I could not pry the fucking thing away from you." She glared at her hung-over girlfriend. Rachel blinked away, thing time gripping her head.

"Santana...please don.t shout. My head." She rested it upon the bed, trying to block out light and noise.

"Tough luck, maybe next time that'll teach you to stay away from Puck's parties. And not call my ass at 3 in the morning." She rolled back over, burying her own head in her pillow.

"San..." Rachel groaned, pulling herself back up into the bed. "Can't you see that I was blinded by the light?"

Santana snorted into her pillow.

"Shut up and go back to bed Berry. By the way... you so totally owe Puck a new lamp."