Bound By Destiny - Brittana

Trying

Santana woke up to find herself sprawled out across the couch, her hand nestled between the cushions and Brittany's backside. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, but she quickly moved her hand away, pushing herself up and taking in the scene around her. The living room was littered with empty bottles, and her friends were scattered across the floor and chairs, passed out in various positions.

With a grunt, Santana heaved herself off Brittany and made her way to the kitchen. She flung open the fridge and grabbed six bottles of water, her head pounding with the remnants of the night before. When she returned to the living room, she nudged her friends awake, kicking them in the thighs and gently shaking Brittany. Groans of protest filled the air as she tossed a bottle of water to each of them.

Rachel mumbled, "Where's the medicine?"

Santana took a large gulp of her water and replied, "I don't have any."

Quinn groaned louder, clutching her head. "I have work," she moaned.

Santana couldn't help but laugh as she made her way back to the couch, lifting Brittany's legs and sitting down before resting them on her lap again. Mercedes shoved Sam off her chest, causing him to pout and snuggle up to Finn, who had somehow managed to fall back asleep despite the noise.

The sudden movement caused Finn to wake up, and he grunted, reaching for his water. He took a messy sip, spilling most of it on his shirt. With a whine, he tugged the shirt off and curled into a ball.

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Put the shirt back on, Finn. No one wants to see that."

Finn muttered something about Rachel wanting to see it, but his words were muffled by his arm. Rachel blushed but shook her head, making her way over to him. Santana, sitting back with her own bottle of water, glanced at Brittany, who was staring intently at Finn's now-exposed stomach, her eyes wide with curiosity.

Santana grimaced and nudged Brittany's leg roughly. Brittany blinked, confused, her gaze shifting to Santana, who was glaring at her.

With an exasperated sigh, Santana pushed Brittany's legs off her lap and stood up. "Alright, I think you guys should get going now."

The room erupted in groans and protests, but Santana remained firm. "My parents are coming, so scram," she added, folding her arms over her chest.

One by one, everyone reluctantly gathered their things and shuffled out of the house, mumbling goodbyes. The door clicked shut behind the last of them, leaving the house silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Brittany remained on the couch, comfortable and seemingly uninterested in everything around her.

Santana turned to her, pointing with authority. "You, come with me."

Brittany frowned in confusion. "What? Why?"

Santana narrowed her eyes, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Now."

Brittany eyed her for a moment, hesitating, but something in Santana's tone made her think better of it. She pulled herself off the couch, her muscles still sluggish from sleep, and followed Santana down the hall. They stopped in front of a closed door—the only room Brittany hadn't yet seen.

Santana opened it and stepped inside, gesturing for Brittany to follow her in. Brittany hesitated for a second, nerves fluttering in her chest. But she stepped through the threshold, and Santana quietly followed behind her.

Brittany sat down in one of the cushioned chairs, feeling the soft fabric beneath her, and shifted nervously. Santana, with her ever-confident demeanor, settled on the table in front of her, a slight crack in her usual calm as she wrung her hands together. For a long moment, the room was filled with silence, the weight of last night hanging between them like a thick fog.