Break Your Heart Right Back (Ariana Grande feat Childish Gambino)

With Scott and Vanessa in tow, we embarked on a friendly game of beer pong.

Thankfully, Vanessa was on the other side of the table, with Scott whispering disgusting things in her ear. She kept shooting me glances, but I knew she wasn't fully paying attention.

Knowing V, she was trusting Santana enough to keep me from doing something stupid.

The problem with that assumption was that Santana was the trouble I was trying to avoid.

Santana had rounded up the rowdiest of Scott's frat brothers to be on our team, and it looked like we were going to kick some serious ass.

Vanessa watched me from next to Scott, who was now cheering along with some of the girls on their team.

Normally she would be jealous and scold him, but she was way too interested in my world, and it was fucking annoying.

So I tried to ignore her, and Santana made that easy.

At first.

The problem was that once Santana realized that she could speak freely, she didn't hesitate to start in on the things I didn't want to discuss.

"We need to talk," Santana said when our turns had passed successfully.

"Here?" I asked as I watched the game and refused to look at her or Vanessa.

"If not here, anywhere else will do."

"I can't."

"Because of B?" She asked, putting her hand on my waist to try and get my attention, but we both knew she didn't need my answer. "Do you want me to call and get her permission to hang out with you?"

"Look." I said, stepping away from her touch that I so badly wanted to lean into, "Just because I stopped going to church doesn't mean my morals disappeared. You and I both know that this thing between us crosses the line of hanging out." I explained, saved by her turn coming up, but apparently, she can do two things at once.

"If we win this game, I'm going to ask her if I can date you."

"And if we don't?" I asked, baffled by her ballsy bet.

"I'm going to back off, and I'll start by calling Puck and congratulating him."

"San...about that-"

"Your move." She said, looking at me and then around the table. "After this, I'll back off if that's what you really want, Luce, I promise."

She smiled sweeter than I had ever seen, and from that moment on, I was distracted. I didn't want her to give up so easily, but for me, she would. It was too much pressure for a girl who had no idea what she really wanted.

It was a tied game, thanks to Scott and Vanessa carrying their team, and now it was up to me to score the winning shot. As competitive as I am, Santana raising the stakes had me thinking I would throw the game.

From the moment we started playing, I could sense where she was standing in relation to my body. I knew how close she was, and in most cases, I could even feel the heat of her skin just about grazing mine, but in that final moment, when I was ready to toss that ball, I had lost all my sense of her.

And surprisingly, despite my morals...I found myself desiring her touch almost immediately, so I decided we would win, and I'm sure we would have if I hadn't been cheated.

The ball had just left my fingertips when the whole table was jostled, and male cheers erupted among the screeches of my sorority sisters drenched in beer.

Thankfully, I had jumped back in just enough time, avoiding a beer shower and the two bodies rolling around on the floor.

A fight had stalled a moment that may have changed my life, and I was both grateful and annoyed. I was being shuffled closer to the rolling bodies and trapped by the circle that was intent on watching people being drunk and stupid.

I figured I'd wait out the fight and then search for Santana so that we could have a legitimate conversation. No wagers or almost orgasms this time, just me and her being serious about what the hell she was doing back in my life.

My mind was made up. I had a plan, but then I saw a flurry of silky black hair move into my line of sight on top of a guy with perfectly coiffed hair on the ground. I watched as she started swinging, realizing it was Santana on top of Biff.

She straddled his waist, her chest heaving as she looked down at her work. Biff held his hands to his face, but that didn't stop the blood from oozing between his fingers.

Anger was surging through me, mixed with the shame of wanting her more than I knew I should. Even at this moment, she was hot. She held her left fist frozen in mid-air as she caught her breath, her wedding ring catching the light and shattering my hopes simultaneously. What was I thinking?

She's married. She chose to do something even if she was acting as if someone had forced her. Brittany wasn't expecting the proposal, but Santana had decided that she wanted to take on that toddler permanently.

To make matters worse, she was now fighting Biff, and there was no way I would pull her off him. She wasn't my problem, and neither was he. Let them destroy each other for all I care.

I had to fight my way through sweaty, gross guys and hysterical Sisters to leave the circle. So, despite the pain in my back, I ended up shoving and pushing my elbows into anybody that I came into contact with until I was able to escape the stupidity.

My back was aching as I made my way toward the kitchen, which was blissfully empty. The pill's fuzziness had practically vanished, and each step was painful. My back screamed at me as I walked past the keg, thinking of Puck and how that night weeks ago had set off an injury that I had thought was under control.

This could not be life! My nerves were frayed, and I went straight for the hard liquor. Nothing else would numb the agony beginning to manifest in my every movement.

Like the pro I had become, I lined up four shot glasses and quickly poured scotch into them, a much quicker method than refilling a glass repeatedly. In quick succession, I lifted glass after glass until they were all empty.

It burned like hell, but better my throat than my back.

I was leaning against the counter, contemplating one more shot, trying my best to be completely oblivious to the chaos around me.

"Quinn! You need to do something! House rules, your guest, your responsibility. You created that. Now follow through. Get her out of here!" Asha's tone was cold as she touched my burning back.

I hissed at her touch. "I'll go." I whimpered.

"Wait, what is it?" I had my back turned still as she hovered. "Look at me, please."

I turned to her and could see the worry in her eyes.

"I'm okay."

"You're not. I don't know why I let you talk me out of giving you a room on the first floor."

"Yes, you do. My room is directly below yours. It makes for a good, quick fuck."

Hurried footsteps were coming toward the kitchen, but Asha didn't step away.

"I need you to calm her down or kick her out. We've managed to skip getting fined for two years. Let's not tempt fate."

"Yeah, okay." I hissed as I tried to move, and Asha stopped me.

"How bad is the pain?"

"Worse than it's been in years."

"How did this happen?"

"I've been overdoing it. Then Puck came and fucked me too hard."

"Gross."

"I know then earlier Santana came onto me, we were making out, and she bumped me against my bed…I think that was the final straw."

"Goes to show you that you're the top. I never hurt you like this. You were in control today, how did you feel after?"

"Amazing. I know how it appears, but while Noah was trying to fuck me senseless, Santana was just being passionate. She didn't mean it."

"I believe you. I can shut this down for you. I think it would be best if you went to bed instead."

"Yo Q!" Vanessa yelled from the dining room, and I sighed.

I spun around toward the dining room, and the room decided to join me, spinning way too fast. I pressed my palm to my forehead, trying to calm my spinning head.

Asha pressed her cool palms to my face and answered Vanessa for me.

"As the vice president, you need to step up, Vanessa! Quinn is down for the count at the moment. You take her guest upstairs and have Scott take Biff out of the house on my order."

"But she's Quinn's guest." Vanessa whined as the ocean whooshed in my ears.

"You are a shoo-in to be my second next year. If you want me to vouch for you, you'll do it without question. We don't need the cops called."

Vanessa looked at me with panic in her eyes and then relented.

"Fine. Here, you look like you need this." Vanessa held the crumpled tissue toward me, and Asha took it.

Once V was gone, Asha had me leaning back against the counter, holding me up with her body as she put the pill in my mouth and then held up a glass of water for me.

"Thanks."

"I know you don't like to sit when you're like this, so I'm just going to hold you until it kicks in, okay?"

"Yeah, can you distract me?"

Normally, that was code for Asha kissing me, but with a crazy ex-lover in the house, we both knew that wasn't smart.

So, she rubbed my sides and began to tell me about the latest in the saga of her parents' scheme to keep her new fiancée on the hook. They'd tried to get her to marry the sons of their friends, but when she came out as a lesbian, they insisted on her marrying an Indian woman.

She threatened them today that if they didn't attempt to negotiate with her fiancée's family about her attending med school, Asha would call the whole wedding off.

"I can't believe you did that."

"It's thanks to you. Being around you has made me bolder."

"And being in you as well?"

She winked at me, then pressed a soft kiss on my lips. "I love you, Mistress. Never forget that." Asha's boldness thoroughly amused me.

I knew right then that I'd miss her the most when I graduated

The ache had lessened by the time the house was quieter, and Asha had finished her story. I pulled her into a hug and enjoyed the feel of her body pressed to mine.

"I'll miss you, Asha. Promise to keep in touch?"

She dropped a kiss over her concealed bite mark and nipped it once more. "I worked hard on this bite mark, why'd you cover it?"

"You know why." There was no way I was going to mention the one from Santana. Asha smirked and kissed the spot again.

She chuckled as she pulled away enough to look me in the eyes. "We should be having a last hurrah, but your little girlfriend ruined it."

"I like how we ended things. I rode your face and had a mind-blowing orgasm. I'm not giving you a chance to top me." I winked.

"Touche."

"Thank you for helping me regain my bearing, Asha. I love you too." I said, dropping a light kiss on her cheek. "When your parents settle things with your fiancée, please invite me to the wedding. I hear that Indian weddings are the best in the world."

"As long as you don't go telling my parents that you and I hooked up."

"Never."

"Then you are definitely invited, you and whatever hot person you've tangled in your web."

She threw her arm around my shoulders, and we headed back to the dining room. They had righted the table and were starting another game, but everyone was much quieter.

The Neos (who were mostly underaged) also seemed to have disappeared.

Vanessa stood guarding the kitchen door and seemed thoroughly annoyed when I caught her eyes.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

"Thank you for taking charge, Vanessa. I see everything is properly taken care of. Let's lock up within the hour. I'm headed to bed." Asha said, patting Vanessa on the shoulder and then walking away.

"You two are hot together." V muttered.

"Where's Santana?" I asked, not even bothering with pleasantries.

"Scott took Biff home. The beast is up in the room. Make sure she didn't tear up our shit. I'm going to shut this party down in a bit, and then I'm headed back to Scott's room to check on him. I think we've had enough excitement for one night." Vanessa said as she walked me to the stairs.

"Good idea." My head was swimming, but I knew I had to make it to my bed before I gave in to the pain and nausea. "Do you think you can stay with Scott tonight?"

Vanessa dropped her arm and looked me in the eyes with a smirk.

"Q, we've been close for three years. I've seen you through the professor, losing Finn, Biff, and whatever the hell this is with Santana. I know you, and I think you need to stop this sooner rather than later."

I rolled my eyes because I was still not convinced that anyone at Yale knew me well enough to give me advice.

But if there was anyone who had gotten to know me enough over the years, it was Vanessa, so even though I was annoyed, I let her say her piece.

"Sure, I agree."

A thump came from upstairs, and only Vanessa flinched. On the other hand, I was surprised Santana hadn't begun her tirade sooner.

"Look, don't be a martyr. Stand up for yourself. She married Brittany. That's who she decided to tie herself to, and you need to make peace with that. Draw the line."

Another crash and Vanessa's lecture ended prematurely. Thankfully.

"I should get up there."

"Yes. Go."