I'll Save You (a Brittana story)

Holiday (part 2)

Brittany's POV
I'm having the most amazing dream when I'm shaken awake by Quinn. I sit up, wondering why she woke me up. It's only 10pm, I have ages until the party. I turn to her and she only says one thing
"Santana"

I get to her room and see Santana thrashing around, screaming in her bed. Quinn stands behind me looking scared. I climb in beside Santana and lift her duvet off her before pulling her into my lap. Her arms keep flying about but I gently hold them down and eventually she stops struggling. Her face is wet with tears and sweat. I rub her back as she cries into my shirt, gripping it with both hands. When her sobs turn to hiccups I gently release her hands from my shirt.
Quinn looks across at us, worried and scared. Nobody, apart from me, has ever seen her as vulnerable as this before. Her eyes are full of tears, her hair is matted and tangled down her back, and she is shaking. I kiss her cheek and she rests her head on my shoulder
"They had me again, but this time they were hurting you as well"
I nod and kiss her again.
"Tana you need to shower before the party"
She pouts and my insides melt
"I guess I could come in with you"
She smiles wide and Quinn pretends to throw up. I take her into the bathroom and undress her. I put her in the shower and then she realises what I've done.
"Britt you said you would come in with me"
"Santana we both know we wouldn't get to the party on time if I came in with you"
She looks at me and then turns around. I sit the towel outside the shower and go to my bedroom to get ready.

Santana's POV
I'm still annoyed at what Britt did. I need her, and showers are nowhere near as fun without her. I decide to ignore her for the rest of the night, just to see how she copes. Yes she had a panic attack earlier, but I had a nightmare as well. We're even. We're both broken in different ways, and it's one of the reasons we're so close.
I get dressed in one of my favourite dresses. It's blue and skin tight. I pair it with my black heels and curl my hair at the ends. Quinn puts on skinny jeans and a tight top that emphasises her amazing figure. That bitch had a literal child and still looks hot. Yes we are dressed up for a party that will just be the Glee club sitting around drinking but I never miss out on a chance to look hot.

Me and Quinn get to the room at about 11:15, making an entrance. Mr Schue gets to spend the night in a fancy hotel in town, leaving us all by ourselves here. The music is blaring and I can see where a makeshift bar has been set up. Rachel is there, but no Brittany. I ask Rachel where she is but she shrugs "I'm not sure, she was still in the bathroom when I left"
I get a drink from Puck and sit on one of the sofas watching boy and girl Chang make out. It's disgusting but weirdly fascinating. I find myself hoping that me and Brittany don't look like that.

Brittany's POV
I get dressed in an outfit that I know will make Santana (and hopefully some other people) want me. After what I did earlier she either refuses to cuddle with me or gives me the silent treatment. We are in different rooms so I'm going to guess she will go with the silent treatment.
The outfit I choose consists of a bright pink bra, very short black shorts, a white shirt that is see through and very cropped, and my pink heels. I straighten my hair and finish my makeup. There is no way Santana can ignore this.
Yes I might be a little tipsy already. I managed to sweet talk Puck into giving me a bottle of beer earlier. I said it would help me calm down after my panic attack. I'm nearly finished it, which is probably why I'm dressed the way I am.

I show up at the party and everyone turns to me. Even Santana glances at me before looking away quickly, but I can tell by the way she's blushing that she most definitely saw me. I go over to Puck and get a drink. Santana comes and gets one too but she doesn't look at me. It's not even an argument, more of a competition.
We both get alternating drinks until someone puts on a song. I stand up and start to dance, and maybe my moves are a little over the top.
I didn't need to remove my shirt, but it got everyone looking at me.
And I probably shouldn't have twerked right next to Mike. Tina probably won't talk to me again.