Against All Odds

Chapter 5 - The Drinking

"Britt you need to call me back. This is fucking important do you hear me. Call me back." I pressed end and slammed my phone on the table. Everytime there was something important going on and I needed to get in touch with Brittany, she never answered her phone. I grabbed my phone off of the table and opened up a new text message.

Brittany S. Pierce if you do not get back to me I will kill you myself. Call me when you get this.

I leaned back on my chair and put my hands over my eyes. I hope nothing happened to her already. My phone vibrated. Brittany S. Pierce. Finally! I swiped and frantically put my phone up to my ear.

"Brittany! Jesus. I've been trying to get in touch with you all night. Where are you? Are you okay?" I could hear a lot of talking in the background.

"Of course San, I'm fine. Why? What's going on?"

"Where are you? Is someone making you say that you're fine and you're really not?" I started panicking a little now.

"Santana. Calm down. I'm not being held against my will or anything." She started laughing.

"It isn't funny Brittany. I'm being serious. Where are you? Why's there so many people talking in the background?"

"I'm at the airport. I'm going to Australia for 6 months. A foreign exchange program I got into. You didn't get the wall post I left you on Facebook? It was a last minute thing. One of the other girls couldn't go so they let me have her slot." I sighed in relief.

"No one tried to hurt you or anything right?" There was a pause.

"San, are you okay? I mean, we haven't been talking for about two weeks now. And all of a sudden you call me asking if I'm okay and if I got kidnapped. Or if someone is trying to hurt me? Is there something I should know about?"

"It's nothing okay? Honest. I am just making sure that you're alright. What time do you board?" I felt a little relieved that she wasn't even going to be in the country.

"I'm actually standing in line to board already. I should be on the plane and lifting off in about 15 minutes." She paused. Her voice got quieter.

"Please tell me, you haven't been drinking." I swung my chair around to face the window.

"Britt I haven't been drinking I swear. I promised you after-" I didn't see Emily standing by my door.

"Are you sure? Because all of this seems a little crazy and y-" I cut her off. My voice getting really stern now.

"I'm not drinking Britt. I promised you after I was in the hospital that I wouldn't. And I haven't." I stopped and took a breath. "Look. I'm just making sure you're alright. I hope you have a safe flight. Let me know that you got there safely alright."

"I will okay. Take care, San."

"You too. Bye." And I hung up. I turned around to see Emily standing there. She was giving me the look she always gave me when she was curious.

"I suppose you want to know what put me in the hospital."

"You don't have to tell me, San. I'm not going to make you dig up something that you don't want to talk about." She came over to me and sat on my lap. She traced my collar bone with her fingers.

"No it's alright, I'll tell you." I lifted her up as a stood up off of my chair. I walked over to the bed and sat her down, and I sat next to her. "After Brittany and I broke up, I didn't know what to do with myself. I felt like I was going crazy. I thought I had gotten myself together after leaving. Spending that time with Quinn at Yale is what made me think that I got a handle on myself. I went back to New York to visit Rachel and Kurt. But to my surprise, they opened their apartment door and there was Brittany and her new girlfriend sitting on the couch. I thought that I was ready to be in the same room as her. But I wasn't. Seeing her happy with someone else killed me. That's when I started drinking. It started with the a drink a night. But as the days went on, the drinks added up. Before I knew it, I found myself drinking at least two cases a night or more. I was staying with my aunt near Wagner at the time. She was gone on vacation so I was by myself."