All Alone

Chapter Thirteen

"You going to Berry's trainwreck of a party tonight?" Santana asked, rolling her eyes.

Brittany shrugged. "If you are. Why are you so sure it's gonna be a trainwreck?"

"Oh please, there is absolutely no way that Broadway Berry could throw a decent party. Like literally, I think it is physically impossible for the bitch to do."

"San that's mean." Brittany sighed.

The shorter girl shrugged. "That's facts."

The blonde couldn't help but smile a bit. Santana's insults could be really funny sometimes even if they were a bit mean. Or really mean. "Well are you going?"

Santana tossed a lock of raven hair over her shoulder and shrugged. "Probably. But only because Puckerman told me there was gonna be free booze and a Rachel Berry house party is not something I can do sober. Do you know that on my first day here she approached me about joining the chess club? I'm not even kidding."

Brittany chuckled a bit at the thought of Santana playing chess. "What'd you say?"

"I told her to fuck off and asked her if I looked like I was the type of person who played chess. She took the hint."

The cheerio laughed louder and looked over at the beauty next to her as they walked to glee club. "Well then I'll go too. Are we going t-together?" Brittany had gotten more confidence lately when it came to talking to Santana. 

"Duh." Santana shrugged, like it was nothing. "And just a warning, I will be getting drunk. Like more drunk than last time and when I'm really drunk..."

"What?" Brittany prompted.

"When I'm really drunk I start to cry. A lot." Santana said, quietly.

The blonde burst out laughing. "Seriously?"

The shorter girl's expression hardened. "Yes. I'm being completely serious. And it's actually not funny because sometimes it can get... instense."

Brittany quieted her laughter and nodded. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for telling me."

They walked into Rachel's basement together and looked around. Everyone was just sitting there, looking bored and holding wine coolers. There was music playing softly in the background. It didn't look much like a party.

"Oh hell no." Santana whispered quietly.

"Santana! Brittany! Aloha!" The tiny brunette known as Rachel cried, rushing up to greet them.

Rachel picked up a wine cooler from nearby. "Today we have wine coolers!"

Santana scoffed. "Are you kidding me? That's it? How am I supposed to get buzzed off of wine coolers?"

Suddenly Puck came up behind them. "Rachel this party blows. You have to let me break into your dads' liquor cabinet."

The small girl sighed and looked down. "I guess..." She looked back up and raised her wine cooler in the air triumphantly. "LET'S PARTY!"

The music was turned up and the alcohol was broken out.

This time Brittany only sipped on two wine coolers. It still made her a bit tipsy but not drunk enough to start stripping or throwing up again.

Santana on the other hand let herself go and drank two bottles of vodka or something insane like that. Brittany had lost count. 

Ever since that day at Santana's house she had seemed so stressed. Brittany quessed that that's why she was drinking so much.

Suddenly someone wrapped their arms around Brittany from behind. She jumped and heard sobbing and felt her top getting wet.

The blonde turned to see Santana who was holding a bottle and had mascara running down her cheeks along with tears.

Brittany was schocked. Alcohol made Santana cry this much? She hugged the shorter girl and moved her to the couch where she sat her down. "What's wrong honey?"

"You like Quinn more than me!" The reven-haired girl sobbed histarically.

"Huh?"

"She's blonde and awesome and so smart! Admit it! Just admit it!" Then she grabbed Brittany's face. "No, kiss me!"

Suddenly Brittany felt their lips crash together.

AN: I'm so sorry guys. I've been so inactive, I know. I've just been soooo busy. Also I started yet another story called Stuck in the 50s. I know, I know, I shouldn't have. But I'm really trying to keep up. Please go check out that story. It's not a brittana fanfic but it is a lesbian love story and I think you guys might like it. Love you all!

-G. Schreiber