𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 || 𝐒.𝐋𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐳

04

A certain older woman was introduced to the Glee Club recently, and I sure as hell couldn't stress how much she irritated me. That was until I was approached at my locker by said woman.

"You feelin' alright, sugar?" She asked, scaring the crap out of me with the lack of warning.

"Yeah, just uh- stress." I muttered, taking some books out of my locker for my next class.

Her name was April, and I knew from first glance that she was an alcoholic. I suppose I felt fear seeing her. Terrified that as an older woman, I'd end up in April's shoes.

She pulled a flask out of her backpack and handed it to me. "Drink this, hun."

And that's how it begun. I now reminisce on this moment frequently, saying to myself; what the hell was I thinking?

"What is it?" My fingers grasped the lid, twisting it and taking a wiff. "Alcohol?"

April nodded, grinning at me. "Look, I know a drinker when I see one," She giggled. "Did you run out?"

"Yeah, thanks so much." I gave her a quick hug before hurrying off to the bathroom.

As I entered, I pulled off the lid once again and took a swig. It was raspberry vodka, pleasing my taste buds greatly.

In that moment, I heard the brief sound of someone throwing up. Concerned, I lightly tapped on the bathroom stall.

"Hey, you alright in there?" My voice croaked out, making me clear my throat instantly. "Hello?"

"Victoria?" The voice belonged to someone I least expected; Quinn.

I instantly worried for the girl, my brain conjuring up many possibilities as to why she could be throwing up. "Quinn, can you come out please?"

She stood up, opening the stall with tears leaving glistening trails down her cheeks. "I'm sick."

"I can tell you're lying," I stated, laughing slightly. "What's the actual problem, Q?"

Quinn almost immediately embraced me in her arms and began crying. "Don't tell anyone about this." Her statement struck confusion into me as I continued to hold her in my arms.

"About what?" I had certain assumptions as to why she was throwing up, but one continued to haunt my mind. When she kept silent, I pulled back and held her shoulders. "About what, Quinn?!"

"I'm pregnant!" The blonde told me, proving my main scenario to be correct. "Only Finn knows..." She trailed off.

I brought her into another hug, kissing her forehead. "Is he the Dad?"

"Yeah." Quinn laughed, leaning into me. Somehow, I saw straight through this lie, however I hadn't dared say a word of my knowing.

Shaking my head, I pulled back and pinched my temples, sipping more of the vodka. "Want some? Wait shit sorry."

"It's okay." Quinn simply chuckled at my sudden stupidity. We exited the bathrooms after the blonde cleared herself up. With that, we headed to Glee Club.

Santana sat comfortably, and I rushed over to her. "Hey!" I squealed, sitting in the chair beside her's.

"You seem oddly happy?" Santana glanced at me. "What happened?"

I merely didn't answer, taking a long gulp of my vodka before Mr Schue came in. The latina gave me a strange look, but brushed it off. Little did I know, every time Mr Schue turned and I downed more, I was being watched.

When the bell finally rang out, I stumbled out of my chair and trudged off. Santana seemed to follow behind me, due to the fact that she linked arms with me.