Brown grumpy eyes were glaring across the room at a dancing blonde, who was giggling while dancing with Mike, unaware of the eyes on her.
Santana was a bit drunk, with Mercedes sat next to her talking about something she didn't care about. All she wanted to do, though, was be with her girlfriend. Unfortunately for her, the blonde was a bit occupied with dancing with a boy.
Santana had nothing against Mike. The guy basically had zero flaws. But he was dancing with the girl she wanted to be with, so the glaring eyes were what he was receiving.
Mercedes had become aware that she wasn't being listened to and stopped her ranting, glaring slightly at Santana, before following Tina onto the dance floor.
The Latina's lips turned pouty at this. Her girlfriend didn't want her, Mercedes didn't like her anymore and she looked like a loner now, sat by herself.
She sipped the last of her drink before putting the empty cup on the table, then threw her body back down on the sofa, crossing her arms sulkily.
Brittany, who had a sixth sense in Santana, looked over at her sad girlfriend. As her brain clicked that she was sad, the blonde beelined over to her.
As she sat on the couch, brown eyes snapped up to see who it was before looking back down at her lap, fiddling with the hem of her dress.
The blonde shifted closer, "What's wrong?" She asked, placing a hand on a tanned thigh.
The Latina mumbled something incoherently, and despite how close Brittany was, she still couldn't hear.
"What was that?" She asked, shifting either close.
"Go back to your boyfriend," Santana said under her breath. Brittany only just heard the statement but immediately laughed, thinking it was silly.
Thr brunette looked hurt at the laugh, directed her way, and scooted into the corner of the sofa.
Brittany noticed her girlfriend was clearly drunk and stopped laughing, taking her hand instead.
"Santana," she said seriously, making her look up. "You're my girlfriend, and I love you only, okay?" Brittany knew that talking seriously was the only way to get through to Santana when she was drunk.
The brunette looked into blue eyes, "But," she paused, thinking about what she could say. "But you were so happy with dancing Asian."
Ah, so she was in her jealous, drunk phase, Brittany thought.
"Not cos of him, San. I enjoy dancing with anyone," the blonde explained, sipping more at her drink.
This statement didn't help Santana's mood. She didn't want Brittany to dance with anyone else but her. The brunette just looked at the dancer, her brain not computing a comeback.
Brittany tilted her head to the side and stared back at the brown eyes.
"Do you want to stay? We can go back home if you want," she suggested, not wanting the Latina to be sad.
Santana sat up at this and grabbed someone's drink from the table in front of her before drinking it all. She didn't want to leave, especially when the place was offering free alcohol.
Her face scrunched up at the taste, the feeling of needing to gag iminent.
Santana was distracted from this when the blonde stood up and held her hand out to her. She looked up curiously.
"Let's go and get you a new drink," she suggested, wriggling the fingers pointing in her direction.
The brunette smiled at this and took the hand offered to her, pulling her dress down as she was pulled to a standing position.
They both giggled as she stumbled slightly, the alcohol having an effect on her system.
When Brittany started making her favourite drink as they entered the kitchen, all her anger she held towards the blonde disappeared. She did start to make a set of shots for them to drink when she caught herself staring, needing to distract herself in the busy kitchen.
As a drink was placed in front of her and a set of sparkling blue eyes appeared in her vision, Santana looked down blushing,, but mumbled her thanks.
She pushed the shot towards the blonde, who waited for the brunette to pick hers up to do their cheers.
As they shot back the alcohol, Brittany bounced on her heels slightly while Santana screwed up her face in disgust.
"More?" The blonde asked, reaching for the bottle. Santana quickly shook her head. They we're both already pretty intoxicated.
"Dance with me?" Santana asked. This immediately got Brittany's attention, and she bounced once more, excitement running through her body.
"Yes!" She squealed, of course she wanted to dance with her favourite person!
A pale arm grabbed a caramel hand and dragged her to the dancefloor. The taller girls excitement was infectious, and soon Santana was smiling along with her.
Brittany smiled as she jumped, glad to have made her girlfriend happy again.
