-with Brittany-
Brittany: *grabs her keys* that little bitch just go to a party *steps in her car and drives to that party*-with Santana-
Santana: Quinn I'm an amazing person *laughs*
Quinn; I think that to *drinks from her red cup*
Santana: *drinks* hmm that is good stuff
Puck: ladies I'm going upstairs with this lovely lady *points at a blond girl*
Santana; Katy? *looks at her*
Puck; yeah! Man *laughs*
Katy; don't be jealous Santana *smirks*
Santana; don't worry *rolls her eyes*
Quinn; who is Katy? *looks confused*
Santana: *laughs*
Katy; *rolls her eyes* lets go puck
Puck: hell yeah *walks away with katy*-with Brittany-
Brittany: *looks at an house* this is it *steps out* sorry can I ask you something? *taps on a boys shoulder*
Ryder: *checks her out* you can ask me everything baby *bits his lip*
Brittany: *rolls her eyes* I'm looking for Santana where is she?
Ryder; oeh rough *smirks* I like that
Brittany: I'm not in the mood *looks dead at him*
Ryder; *puts his hands up* okey okey easy come I will walk you damn *starts walking*
Brittany; thanks you *walks after him*-in the living room-
Santana; *kissing Quinn*
Quinn; *deepens the kiss*Ryder; well here she is *looks at the girls* damn
Brittany; *big eyes/walks to Santana* SANTANA LOPEZ!! *yells*
Santana; what the *looks at Brittany* hey! I know you *laughs*
Quinn; hey that is Britt Britt *smiles*
Brittany; really Santana? Sneaking out drinking! *grabs Santana's arm*
Santana: what are you doing! *wiggles her arm* let me go!
Brittany; no we going home! *pushes her out the living room* Quinn! I bring you home
Quinn; yeah!! *runs after them*-in the car-
Brittany; I can't believe this *drives to Quinn's house*
Santana; I'm thirsty *licks her lips*
Brittany; *rolls her house*
Quinn; hey I know this place *looks out the window*
Brittany; because this is your home Quinn *takes a deep breath* how much did you guys drink?
Santana: not that much!! *laughs*
Quinn: yeah maybe 1 or 2 drinks *smiles*
Santana; okey I took 3 *laughs*
Quinn; okey me to *laughs*
Brittany; *rolls her eyes* gosh *looks at santana* stay in the car!
Santana: yes boss *smiles*
Brittany: *steps out* come Quinn *opens her door*
Quinn; *steps out* wow *almost falling*
Brittany; your really drank to much *helps her stand*
Quinn; noooh *walks to her house*-at her house-
Quinn's mom; *runs out the house* quinn! *helps Brittany bring Quinn inside*
Brittany: she sneak out to? *looks at Quinn's mom*
Quinn mom: yeah and tomorrow she is sorry for it *looks mad*
Brittany: yeah Santana to *rolls her eyes*
Quinn's mom: I'm really thankful that you bring her home safe *smiles*
Brittany; it was no big deal *smiles* but I really have to go *walks to the door*
Quinn's mom; yeah I understand if you need help just call *opens the door*
Brittany: thank you *walks to the car*-with Santana-
Santana; *waves at Brittany*
Brittany; *walks to the car*
Santana; *sticks her tong out*
Brittany; *rolls her eyes*-home-
Santana; *walks in*
Brittany; I will help you to bed *grabs her waist*
Santana; thank you Brittany *puts her head in her shoulder* your a really good girlfriend
Brittany; *helps her the stairs up* girlfriend? *ask confused*
Santana; yeah but I need to say something I cheated on you I kissed Quinn *whispers*
Brittany; its okey Santana your drunk *puts her on bed*
Santana: I'm so tired *lays on bed*
Brittany: Santana take your clothes off please *takes some clothes from her closet*
Santana: *sleeping*
Brittany; *turns to her* San....wauw you fall asleep okey I'm need to undress you then *looks down at her*
Santana: *sleeps*
Brittany; *takes her top off* okey now the rest-a little later-
Santana; *sleeping under the blanket*
Brittany; *puts a glass water and a Advil besides her bed*-next morning-
Santana: *wakes up with a big headache* ouch *looks besides her* Brittany? *looks under the blanket* why I'm naked!?
Brittany; *slowly wakes up*
Santana: *covers her self*
Brittany: *looks at her* I'm sorry *blushes* but I needed to undress you
Santana: did we? *pulls the blanket higher*
Brittany: *big eyes* oh no no no! I would never Santana *blushes*
Santana; *rubs her head* thanks for taking care of me
Brittany; headache? *sits up*
Santana: like s bitch
Brittany: I put water and a Advil beside you *looks down at her hands*
Santana; uhm thanks can you give me some clothes? *blushes*
Brittany: oh yeah sorry *stands up*
Santana: it's okey *smiles*
Brittany; *trows her some clothes*
Santana: *puts the shirt on* thanks
Brittany; when you feeling better we gonna talk about yesterday *sits besides her*
Santana: *looks down* I'm so so sorry Brittany
Brittany: you will be *laughs*
Santana; *looks at her* so what you gone give me?
Brittany; I was just kidding kiddo *smiles* come on I was 16 to and maybe I was a little to hard for you *looks down*
Santana: *smiles big* so it's not my fault and.......
Brittany: oh hell it was your fault *looks at her*
Santana; I could always try *looks at her*
Brittany: try again *smiles*
Santana: maybe later *smiles*
Brittany: I was to hard on you so I'm sorry *looks at her*
Santana: I forgive you *looks down* soo? No punishment?
Brittany; *laughs* are you crazy you gonna was my car and you gonna clean the house
Santana; almost *puts her head on her shoulder*
Brittany: *laughs* not even close
Santana: whatever *smiles*
Brittany: uhm San? *looks at her hands*
Santana: yeah?
Brittany: why did you kiss uhm you know Quinn? *plays with her fingers*
Santana: well i was drunk so I don't really know why? *smiles*
Brittany: no just wondering
Santana: okey
Brittany: did you guys only kiss or?
Santana: why all those questions? *laughs a little*
Brittany; just curious
Santana: okey then and not that I know *looks up at brittany*
Brittany: *looks at her* you uhm don't know?
Santana: no *looks at her* I don't really remember yesterday
Brittany: *looks at her lips* oh
Santana: I'm sorry *looks worried*
Brittany; for wh.....
Santana: *kisses her soft on her lips*
Brittany: *big eyes*
Santana: *closes her eyes and puts her hands on her cheeks*
Brittany: *slowly closes her eyes and puts her hands on her hips*
Santana; *smiles in the kiss*
Brittany; hmm *pulls away*
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