All Alone

Chapter Nine

"I'll stay with you."

Santana stared at Brittany for a long moment, feeling a bit sorry for the girl. She had obviously never been drunk before and that had been way too much. Santana on the other hand, could've handled it no problem. 

"Thanks, Santana." Brittany said. "But why are you being so nice to me?"

"I told you Brittany, we're friends, okay? Don't make a big deal out of it..." The Latina shrugged and pulled her knees to her chest. "But friends are supposed to help each other, so..."

The blond smiled. "I'm really glad we're friends. Making friends is my favorite thing in the whole world. It's better than sunshines, rainbows, and even unicorns."

Santana raised an eyebrow. "Even unicorns?" She asked, amused.

"Yep." Brittany nodded. "And you're very nice to me."

The shorter girl scoffed. "Are you kidding me? I insulted you like seven times within the first day of our meeting. I called you blondie when you repetedly asked me not to. And I'm just not a nice fucking person, okay?"

The blue-eyed girl smiled. "I think you're pretty nice, okay?"

They stared deeply into each other's eyes and Santana had a feeling in her stomach that something big was about to happen.

Then Brittany leaned in and her lips were on Santana's.

For a second Santana let it happen. She felt it. She tasted cherry popsicles and bubblegum and wondered how the fuck Brittany tasted like that when she had just puked. She even liked it. She even felt something in the pit of her stomach.

But then reality hit her. She pushed Brittany off quickly. "What the fuck blondie?! What the actual fuck?! Why the hell would you...?! How could you...?!" She ran her hands through her hair.

The blond's eyes watered. "Um... I'm sorry."

Santana groaned in frustration. "No, okay?! You do not get to cry or guilt trip me!"

Brittany sniffled. "I'm really sorry Santana. I don't know what came over me... That was a really stupid thing to do."

"Yeah it was." Deep down Santana didn't mean any of that.

"Santana I-" Brittany was cut off by herself, leaning into the toilet and barfing her guts out. In fact she barfed so hard that she passed out.

The Latina sighed. "The fuck am I gonna do with you, Brittany?" But she said it with a caring voice.

Brittany sat silently at the table, trying to take all of this in. "Santana I apologize, okay... I really, really do. I'm so sorry." 

"Whatever it's fine." Santana said. "Not like it meant anything."

"Yeah..." Brittany said. Secretly though, she was really upset at herself for not remembering what was probably the best kiss of her entire life. She changed the subject. "Won't your parents be mad that I'm here?"

"Oh..." Santana once more turned back to the stove, avoiding Brittany's eye. "My parents aren't here."

"How come?" Brittany asked inocently with a smile on her face.

"Well my mom is traveling. She travels a lot."

"What does she do for a living?" Brittany asked.

"Uhm... nothing really. She just... she just travels a lot. That's it. No job. But we've got money so it's okay."

Brittany nodded. "What about your dad?"

Santana sighed. "He's... in jail."

"Oh." Brittany said quietly. "What for-"

"Look I don't really wanna talk about it, okay?" Santana said sternly, turning to face the blond again. "It's not really something I talk about. Ever. Because there's a lot of stuff... Look I just don't talk about it, alright? Drop it."

"Sorry." Brittany said again. "I get really nosy sometimes."

"It's okay." Santana said. "But I think it's time for you to go home."