Oh God…
This is it. My time has come. I'm dying. Someone took an axe and cut my head in two pieces. And made my heart feel like a twister storm. And made my mouth dry. Wait…
Santana slowly opened her eyes.It wasn't morning cuz it was still dark outside. Jeez, this had to be the worst hangover ever. Or maybe it's just because it'd been a while since she had this much vodka.
Vodka. Last night. Brittany. Kissing.
Santanas eyes suddenly went wide when she realized… last night – she kissed Brittany. Or Brittany kissed her or they kissed each other or whatever. She was making out with Brittany.
Santana sat up, and placed her feet on the floor.
"Woah… Nope, no." The entire room turned and she laid back down. She didn't even notice the blond girl laying on the floor, bottle of vodka in one hand and her shoe in the other. Not until Brittany started to scream.
"No, no, not the squirrels! Take the goat instead!"
Santanas eyes went wide again.
"Jesus Britt, I had no fucking idea you where still here!"
Santana sat up again, slower this time, and looked at Brittany's sprawled out body on the floor. She was hitting the air with the shoe.
"Milady! I'm your knight in shining armor and my one quest in this life is saving you from the evil ladybugs!"
"Britt! Britt, wake up! Sssch!" Santana hushed. She didn't want miss Holliday to hear Brittany yelling. She wasn't supposed to be in Santana room this late. Or this early or whatever.
"But I'm saving the princess…" Brittany now whispered.
"Yeah, so I can tell, but could you please come back to real life please?
Brittany slowly opened her eyes and let out a moan.
"I'm not ready to face real life. I'd rather fight goats or ladybugs or anything in the land of dreams." She dropped the shoe and put her hand over her eyes – the other hand still holding the empty bottle of vodka.
Santana smiled, but then the room started turning again, and she put both hands to her temples, making small circles to numb the throbbing in her head.
"I'm sure you were winning."
"Not really. My only weapon was Rachel. I was doomed from the beginning."
Even though she felt like her head might explode anytime Santana couldn't help but laugh and look in Brittanys direction.
"I thought I was the only one making fun of Rachel. Progress, Britt!"
Brittany removed her hand from her eyes and put it over her mouth instead.
"I didn't… I don't…"
"It's okay, Brittany. No one can kill monsters or ladybugs with musical numbers as their only weapon. On the other hand, maybe they can… Well, anyway. How are you feeling?"
Santana immediately regretted asking the question. She meant to ask how bad Brittanys hangover was, what if she thought she was talking about the whole make out thing?
"I'm actually not sure if my head is still attached to my body. Is it?" She asked the question with a tiny bit of real terror in her voice.
"Your head is still attached to your body." Santanas was kind of relieved. She thought Brittany would mention the kissed. Santana decided to change the subject.
"I'm hungry." She really wasn't. "Maybe it's time for breakfast soon." She checked her clock on her phone. 5.33. Okay, maybe it wasn't.
"I don't know if my head is spinning the most with my eyes closed or my eye opened…" Brittany said, while blinking her eyes slowly.
"Well, I don't think doing that will help dealing with this hangover."
Santana decided to really get out of bed this time and go get some water. Brittanys eyes were back to being closed and she actually looked like she was back to sleep even though she was talking not 10 seconds ago.
It almost felt like someone had moved the bathroom over night and placed it in the other end of the country. Or maybe it was just because Santana stumbled to the left and then to the right and then back to the left again trying to get there. After what felt like several hours she found herself in front of the bathroom mirror. Holy crap. It shouldn't be legal to look like this. Her eyes were red, her hair almost glued to her face. And her lips… weren't they a little puffy?
Santana filled two small cups with water, and went back to her bed. This time in human time, not snail time.
"Brittany. Britt. Here, have some water, you're gonna feel better if you drink it."
Brittany reached out for the water, her eyes still closed.
"Well, I need you to sit up or else you're gonna spill everything and… drown."
"Mmmmh… I don't wanna drown." Brittany said with a hoarse voice, and slowly sat up. Her eyes remained closed until she had managed to take a deep breath. Then she opened one eye and reached for the water once again.
After she realized she couldn't grab the water because of the vodka bottle she was still holding, she put the bottle down (this actually looked kind of funny – Brittany looked like she just found an alien in her hand) and took the cup from Santanas hand.
Santana sat back down on her bed and watched Brittany as she swallowed the entire amount of water in the cup all at once.
"Hey, slow down, I don't want you to puke all over the floor," Santana said, "I can't deal with that this early."
"I feel like my mouth has been on fire." Brittany whispered, watching the last few drops of water in the bottom of the cup.
Santana swallowed and she could feel her heart speed up.
"Well, uhm, you know, it's just the vodka. It does that to you." And definitely not the kissing.
Brittany sighed, placing the cup next to the empty bottle. "I should go to my room. I'm really tired, and I could probably use a few more hours of sleep before breakfast. And it's not that I don't like your room, I really do, but this floor is really not very comfortable. I don't even know why I ended up sleeping here. Actually I don't remember that much at all." She now had her eyes locked on Santana with a questioning look and furrowed eyebrows.
Santana hesitated. Did Brittany really not remember anything?
"Uhm.." she started. "You tried to put all kind of stuff in the bed, the bottle, shoes, marshmallows, the desk chair… and when you realized the bed was to small you decided to sleep on the floor so the vodka wouldn't be alone. It was really… weird." Not really weirder that the kissing part a couple of hours earlier.
Brittany looked thoughtful.
"Oh yeah! Well, it would be sad if they should sleep alone," she said in a serious tone as she stood up. "Goodnight Santana, sleep tight, don't let the ladybugs bite."
"It's bedbugs, Britt."
"Not in the land of dreams." She smiled and walked out, leaving Santana alone and a little confused. Brittany really didn't remember their kiss? Well, maybe it's for the best. It's not like I her or anything. It's not like I want to make out with her sober.
Santana let her head fall back on her pillow. Suddenly the door to her room went up, and Brittany walked back in.
"I just realized something!" she said, startling Santana. Not only because she just walked in without knocking, but mostly because she remembers. She remembers it all now, and she wants to talk about it.
"It's Christmas! Merry Christmas, Santana!" Santana looked back up and locked eyes with the bond standing in the door, smiling, beaming.
Letting go of the breath she didn't know she was holding she smiled back.
"Merry Christmas, Britt."
A/N: I have literally no excuses to why it took forever to update this story. I guess life happened, education, moving in with my girlfriend, you name it.
Anyway, I decided that I should dedicate the next week or two to finishing the story. Hopefully this will happen! If I still have any readers at all – thank you so much, and I'm really, really sorry for the wait. Feel free to leave a review or something if you're still a part of this! :)
Oh, and I think next chapter will be a little more interesting than this one ;)