All Alone

Chapter Six

When they stepped into the house Brittany instantly put her hands over her ears. The music was too loud. She knew that it was probably how parties usually were, but she didn't understand how this could be fun for anyone.

They went down to the basement and Brittany looked around. All she saw were couples making out or grinding on the "dancefloor" in the middle of the basement and people off in the corner drinking something from red plastic cups.

She saw Quinn on the dance floor too, with Finn. But unlike the other couples, they were dancing at what some might call an "appropriate" distance. Quinn had that look on her face that to others thought meant she was happy and having a great time. But Brittany, having been her best friend forever, could see that she wasn't having any fun. She had that fake-fun look on her face a lot. As we passed her Brittany looked on sadly. Why didn't Quinn ever do things she liked? 

A few steps later we were greeted by Puck who gave them a once over. "Damn! You ladies are lookin' fine tonight!"

Santana had helped Brittany choose a slim black cocktail dress that she said 'showed off her amazing legs that she would kill for.' whatever that meant. And strappy red heels. She said the blonde looked amazing and Brittany couldn't tell, so she just took her word for it. She had blushed fiercly though.

Santana, though... Brittany could say she looked amazing. And incredibly sexy, though she never used that word. Her red velvet dress was barely a slip. It was strapless and heart-shaped at the top, barely clinging to the top of her breasts. It ended so short that if she had bent over her panties would be on display for everyone. She had paired it with black velvet pumps that she had said were not getting a scuff on them. Something about returning them at the end of the night. And her hair was in loose, natural waves.

Brittany's breath had been taken away when she saw her. She had imeadiatley ran and grabbed her Polaroid camera, snapping a picture of Santana, making Santana snap a picture of her, and then getting one of the two of them together. She wanted to remember her first ever high school party forever and ever.

"Thanks Puckerman." Santana said, smirking, hands on hips. "You look okay too."

Brittany didn't like the way Puck was looking at Santana. Like she was a piece of meat, or a horse he was purchasing.

Santana just let him do it. But eventually she seemed to remember Brittany. She turned back and asked, "Let's go get some drinks."

They went into the kitchen and she mixed a few drinks like an expert. "For me." She said. "What would you like, Britts?"

Brittany shrugged. She had only had a sip of champagne before. "The same thing as you."

Santana laughed, shaking her head. "No... that's too strong for you." She looked around. "Uhhhm..." Then she grabbed a bottle of something and handed it to me. "Here. It's a strawberry wine cooler. I hate them but I have a feeling you'd like it."

The blond was touched by how much Santana cared. "Thanks Santana." She grinned and took the wine cooler.

"Yeah, whatever." Santana shrugged.

Brittany twisted the top off the wine cooler and took a sip. Her face lit up. "Yummy! It tastes like juice."

Soon she had finished the whole bottle and was reaching for another, and another.

Two hours later she stumbled down to the basement to find where Santana had gone off to. Suddenly all her clothes felt itchy on her. Like they were infested with bugs.

Finally she just threw off her shoes. She reached for her dress.

Some guy screamed, "WHOO! Yeah! Take it off!"

Soon she was shedding clothes like nobodies business and she didn't even know why. 

Brittany was up on the dryer in just her pink bra with black polka-dots and black Spandex with guys and even some girls cheering around her.

Then came a screeching voice. "Get the fuck AWAY you assholes!" And Santana was elbowing through the crowd.