All Alone

Chapter Seven

"What the fuck were you doing, Brittany?!" Santana asked furiously as she pulled Brittany down from the dryer.

The blond felt woozie but also like she wanted to dance. She shrugged. "My clothes fe-elt.... itch... itchy so I taked them offfffff..." She then laughed and put her finger up to trace over Santana's lips. "You're prettyyyyy, San."

Santana blushed lightly but rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She helped Brittany over to the couch where the blond instantly laid down, splaying her body out wide and giggling. "The lights are pretyyyyy to-oo..."

The shorter girl shook her head. "How the hell did you get so drunk off of wine coolers Britt?"

"I li-like that nick... name!" Brittany grinned.

"How many did you have?" Santana asked with a furrowed brow.

Brittany held up her fingers and tried to count again and again then just shrugged. "I had two 'n then you lefffft 'n I was borred so I just drank the oness that were on the counter."

Santana's eyes widened. "Wait... you only drank the wine coolers right?"

Now Brittany's brow furrowed. "I thinfffk sooo... there was two big cleaar bottlesss that burned but I drank it allll. I wanted you to thinkk I was coollll."

"Wait this is my fault?" Santana asked, horrified. "Shit, Brittany. You're gonna be barfing all over the place."

That sobered Brittany up pretty quickly. She hated barfing. It was the worst. Come to think of it her head was pounding and her stomach was churning. When had that started. "Santana... I think I'm gonna..."

Santana seemed to understand. She grabbed the blond's hand and dragged her to the bathroom. The Latina forced her to kneel down in front of the toilet. She grabbed her hair just in time as Brittany barfed violently.

That completely sobered Brittany up and she started to cry. If there was one thing in the world she would get rid of it was barfing.

The shorter girl rolled her eyes at herself, contemplating something. Finally she did it. She rubbed Brittany's back. "It'll pass."

Once the other girl was done barfing Santana stood up. "Wait here. I'll bring you some water and aspirin."

Brittany did wait. She hugged her knees to her chest and sobbed, shivering. Of course she had to embarrass herself in front of Santana. She was such a major idiot.

When the Latina came back she was holding a glass of water, a bottle of pills and a sweater with a reindeer on it.

She put the sweater on brittany then handed her the glass and two pills which the blond devored, wanting to feel better.

"Who's sweater am I wearing?"

"Berry's." Santana answered. "Why is she even here though? Puck always said she's a loser."

Brittany shrugged. "They're in Glee Club together."

Santana's eyebrows flew up. "Glee club?" She sounded disgusted. "Puckerman does Glee club? For real?"

The blond nodded. "He started last year. Which was..."

"Eleventh grade?"

"Yeah."

"I just never would've pegged him for a singer."

"Well he's really good. I'm in Glee Club to y'know."

"For real?" Santana asked, even more shocked. "But Quinn Fabray wouldn't let you do that would she? I mean, come on."

Brittany shrugged again. "She's in it too."

Santana's eyes widened further. "Wait is Glee cool here?"

"No..." Brittany said. "But a lot of cool people are in it. I think Quinn only joined because she was scared Rachel would steal Finn from her."

"Oh." Santana said. Then she shook her head. "Do you feel better?"

"Not really."

"Don't worry." Santana said. "I'll stay with you."