A/N: HEY THERE. Sorry this took so long, today was… eventful. I honestly wasn't expecting this to be this long - like I was planning on a one-shot but hey, shit happens. Hope you like! Lemme know whatcha think. Here's Chapters 1, 2, and 3. xx

"Ah ha! There you are. What'd you think I'd just let you off that easy?" scaring the small brunette while she walked out of the bathroom stall.

"Brittany! Jesus Christ, we're not talking about this here, not now."

"Okay fine. But you have to promise that you'll talk. You can't force me to spill the beans when you didn't even mention anything at all to me in the first place."

"On one condition." Anna said, turning off the sink and grabbing paper towel from the dispenser.

"You have to tell me who this new dude is. I won't judge, I just wanna know. I also want to do a background check, but we'll discuss that later."

Brittany stood there still and threw her head back before breathing heavily out of her mouth, almost like a sigh.

"It's not that easy, An." she threw her hand up to her forehead, scratching it.

"Why not? You said I don't even know him. What's the big deal?" finishing drying her hands off and disposing of her used paper towel.

"It just is, okay?"

"So… Miss. Snow, deal or deal?" standing at the exit out to the rest of the party with a smirk on her face as if it say, 'muahaha i win'.

"Fine. Deal."

Anna winked awkwardly (finger guns and all) at her and stumbled back out to the dance floor with Brittany in tow by their linked pinkies.

Shit.

—-

The rest of the night, from what she remembers, ended in massive turmoil. Anna lost her left shoe, not both - but one. Ester crashed early in the hotel lobby, Rebel was caught behind the bar with one of the groomsmen and a bottle of Tequila and Alexis and Camp had choreographed something scandalous to the Cha Cha Slide. Brittany however, was planted at their assigned table contemplating the bullshit she had just agreed to downing glass after glass of anything she could find.

She couldn't tell Kendrick how she felt, it would ruin everything. As much as she cares to admit, despite the fact that her friend is hurting, she's actually relieved that Ben and Anna split. Yeah she's worried about Kendrick, but she was relatively strong and could clearly handle herself.

She woke up to a light shining through the curtains they forgot to close the night before, which evidently meant that the whole parking lot of the Walmart across the street got a free show while they were changing, or were trying to. Brittany wasn't wearing anything but a t-shirt and Anna was no where to be found. She rolled over to grab her phone, head pounding, it was 11:45am. God dammit. Overslept, again. Where the hell was Anna?

Snow 11:47pm: Where the hell are you?

Anna 11:48pm: who wants to know?

Snow 11:48pm: uhhh me?

Anna 11:49pm: thought you couldn't talk to me.

Snow 11:50pm: wtf? What the hell happened to you?

Anna 11:50pm: do you seriously NOT remember what happened last night?

What the fuck did I do? Snow replayed the night over again in her head.

…

Anna grabbed Brittany's hand and dragged her back to the dance floor. Brittany wasn't really in a dancing mood, but for Anna she'd do it. But before she even considered being this close to Anna with that much alcohol in their systems, she'd need another drink - or ten. She dropped Anna's hand and got a pout face in return. "Don't worry! I'll be right back." she yelled to her over the music, Kendrick replied with a nod before turning to dance with Rebel.

"What can I get for you, miss?"

"What's the strongest thing you got?"

"Well you see, that depends."

"Onnn?"

"Are you getting over an ex?"

"well.. no?" she replied while the bartender nodded and put the Patrón down.

"Alright then, question number two." he said throwing up two fingers and a bottle of Tequila.

"nope. Tequila and me, not a good combination." the bartender replied with a cautious nod.

"One more question before I salute you with our final option.."

Brittany just stared at him blankly slowly nodding.

"Is it that brunette on the dance floor?"

"What? How coul- what? no!" suddenly she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks.

"Woah woah, alright alright. I didn't mean to freak you out, I just - I've been watching you tonight.."

"You what?!" her blush quickly fell from her face and she stood up straighter and smoothed out her dress while flipping her bangs back to their original position as if to regain composure.

"No no, not like that. I just meant, I saw you.. two earlier." his head gesturing toward Anna on the dance floor who was now grinding against Skylar's little brother. Brittany quickly tried to erase the image from her mind with a shake of her head before turning back to the bartender. "So," he continues, "you two, are you?"

"excuse me?"

"Well, I'm just saying. You kinda act like you are, I just - I don't know. Forget it. Sorry I even asked. What can I get for you to drink?"

"Give me a double, of whatever you want I don't give a shit."

"Comin' right up." he sighed out. Brittany turned back to watch Anna on the dance floor with her arms crossed while she waited for her drink. She heard the glass clink against the bar and quickly turned around, threw it back and marched toward the dance floor.

She pushed through the crowds of people, shoving when necessary, and walked up to Kendrick on the dance floor greeting her with a double finger tap on her left shoulder. Kendrick turned around with a shocked look on her face.

"Dance with me?" she asked her. Anna stepped off of the younger boy after shooting him with a suggestive wink and grabbed Brittany's hand. She peeked over at the bartender who shot her a with a 'ha, I told you so' smirk and she rolled her eyes and continued to dance with the other girl. Three songs later the DJ announced that he would be taking a break and was only going to be playing from a pre-set playlist. Next thing you know the first bass drop of Titanium hit the floor. Brittany's jaw dropped and Anna let out an, "you have got to be fucking kidding me ri' now." They both keeled over laughing and decided to dance anyway. By the time the song ended Brittany was feeling that last shot of whatever she drank, wrapped her arms around Anna's neck and pulled her in.

"You know David Guetta?" she whispered in her ear. All Kendrick replied with was a high pitched cackle and a slap to Snow's shoulder. The two laughed together for a few seconds before Brittany sobered up enough to drop Anna's hand and run away, realizing that she'd gotten too close and was afraid of what would come out of her mouth next. "Dude? Where are you going?" Was the last thing she heard from Kendrick. She walked up to the bartender, asked for another shot and then..

"You busy?"

"Well, um, kind of?"

"Wanna go find a coat closet?"

"A what?" clearly confused.

"You know, A coat closet. What? Have you never seen thirteen going on thirty?"

"Can't say that I have."

"Well, whatever. You wanna get outta here?"

And with that the bartender took off his apron and grabbed Brittany's hand. She threw a look over to Anna who was still on the dance floor and kept walking. She could've sworn she yelled something to Brittany but she couldn't hear it over the music and didn't care at that point. She had to get her mind off of Anna.

Twenty or so minutes later, Snow and said bartender (found out his name was Ben ironically enough) managed their way out of the coat closet and back out to the main room to the rest of the party without as much as a single word. A good ol' old fashioned teenage make-out session was just what she needed to get Kendrick off her mind, for the time being. She wandered back over to their table to a drunk Kendrick sitting alone trying to make her wine glass ring.

"Having fun?"

"SNOW! HI!"

oh boy.

"Hey there."

"So, like, guess what."

"What?"

"No, ass, you have to guess"

"Why can't you just tell me?"

"B'cause thas' no fun."

"Kendrick I'm not guessing."

"Well fine then, I'm not telling you."

Brittany sighed, pulling up a chair across the table from the brunette, knowing that if she was next to her it wouldn't be a good thing, especially not now and especially because she was more sober than she cared to admit. Her phone buzzed.

AK is my FAVE 12:05am: Hi.

Clearly, Anna got ahold of her phone while she was, uh, busy.

Snow 12:05am: Go home, Kendrick. You're drunk.

AK is my FAVE 12:06am: Am notttttt.

Snow 12:06am: Yeah, and I'm a ginger.

AK is my FAVE 12:06am: Well, except for that one time ;)

Snow 12:07am: ugh omg.

AK is my FAVE 12:07am: shit dude. you would've thunk that barkeep would've loosened ya up a bit.

Snow 12:08am: what?

AK is my FAVE 12:08am: You know what, Snow. I'm drunk, not stupid. Everyone saw you guys walk out of the closet earlier.

Welp.

Snow 12:10am: Whatever. What are you, jealous?

AK is my FAVE 12:11am: JEALOUS? HA.

Brittany slammed her phone on the table. This was stupid, they were sitting right next to each other.

"Why can't you ever just say shit to my face?"

Anna just sat there, wide eyed and alarmed.

"Kendrick, what I do in coat closets and with whom I do things in coat closets with is my business, not yours. Just fucking drop it, Jesus."

"I didn't eve-"

"It's not like you give a shit anyway! You were all over what's his face earlier. You don't even- you're so oblivious!"

"Oblivious?! To what? What the fuck are you even talking about?!"

"You know what, forget it. I'm going back to the hotel. I can't do this right now. Sometimes, ugh, sometimes I don't even want to. Ugh"

She groaned, stood up and grabbed her things and walked out the door leaving a drunk Kendrick alone at the table. While waiting outside for a cab, obviously unfit to drive, she could hear Anna yelling for her from inside.

"Snow! Britt! Wait!"

"No, Anna! I'm not doing this." Brittany yelled to the other girl without turning to look at her. She felt something hit her in the back of the leg and turned around. It was Kendrick's left shoe.

"Seriously? What are you, twelve?"

"Well you wouldn't stop!"

"Anna. I can't fucking do this!"

"You keep saying that but you won't even tell me what's wrong! What can't you do? Just stop and fucking talk to me, Jesus Christ!"

"I can't! I can't talk to you." Brittany was almost on the verge of tears. She didn't want to tell Anna this here, not like this, not in a drunken argument outside of their friends wedding reception. Anna just stopped at the edge of the curb outside as she watched Brittany climb into a cab and drive off.