𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 | s. lopez

Blame It On The Alcohol

Juniper just heard from Puck about a party at Rachel's. She pulled out her phone and called Santana.

"What's up, Juni?" asked the Latina from the other end.

"Rachel's throwing a party Friday night," said Juniper.

"That sounds awful," scoffed Santana, closing her locker. Juniper spotted her at the other end of the hallway and walked up next to her. "Is anybody going?"

"Let me find out," said Juniper as she added Artie to the call. "Did you hear?"

"Yes, Mercedes just told me," he replied.

Mercedes joined the call. "You're going, right?"

"Only if there's liquor, because a Rachel Berry party is not something I can do sober," said Santana.

"But it's Alcohol Awareness Week," said Juniper.

"Precisely. And I'm aware of how much fun alcohol is. Let's ask Puckerman." Santana added him to the call.

"You're go for Puck," the mohawk boy answered.

"Noah, it's Juntana and Artcedes. Can your friend score us some wine coolers?" asked the Latina.

"No, but his I.D. can."

"If we're all in, it's settled," said Mercedes as they all met up in the hall. "The Rachel Berry house party train wreck extravaganza is officially a go."

****

And so, Friday night Juniper found herself in the basement of Rachel's house. She and Santana were sitting on the couch talking, but the minute Sam showed up, the Latina left the burnette by herself to go sit in the corner and make-out with him. Juniper sighed sadly and leaned her head back against the couch.

"Hey, Juni," Quinn mumbled as she sat down next to the younger girl.

"Hi, Quinn," replied Juniper. "Sorry about Sam."

"It's whatever," shrugged Quinn. "More importantly, how do you feel?"

"Jealous. You?"

"Mostly sad."

Puck came over with two plastic cups and handed them to Quinn and Juniper.

"Puck, I don't think I should-"

"Juniper, relax," said Puck. "Just drink it. Numb the pain a little."

The brunette looked down at the drink in her hands and thought back to freshman year and how she had turned to alcohol to cope with everything she was dealing with. Puck was right. It does numb the pain, but it comes with consequences.

The brunette raised the cup to her lips.

Just this once, she thought as she took a sip of the burning liquid. What's the worst that could happen?

****

A half hour later, everyone was drunk out of their minds – everyone but Kurt and Finn that is. Juniper was sitting around a table doing shots with Santana and a couple other Glee Clubbers. The Latina motioned for her to lay down on the table, which she did. Santana lifted Juniper's shirt up – revealing her slim torso, stopping just below her chest – and sprinkled some salt onto her bare stomach. She leaned down to lick it, sending a shiver down the younger girl's spine. Santana took a bite of the lime she was holding and downed a shot.

"It tastes like pink!" yelled Rachel after she chugged a wine cooler. "It tastes like pink! Piiiiiink!"

Everyone rolled over in a fit of laughter. Juniper got another drink and found herself having a great time. She looked over to one corner of the room and saw Brittany on top of a table, dancing shirtless with nothing but her pink and black polka-dot bra and black shorts on.