The Non-Believer {In Unedited Form}

Chapter 21- Drunk and clueless

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Chapter 21- Drunk and clueless

I wake up laying next to Blaine in his bed with wet hair, and a shirt on thats not mine.

"Wha-aat happened?" I ask groggily, my eyes still adjusting to the light.

Blaine sits up with a face of laughter.

"You really don't remember?" He asks back.

"GOOOOOOD MORN- WOAH, Brooke!" Marcie exclaims as she barges into Blaines room, "Did you guys.... you know?"

I look at Blaine with a mortified look on my face. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

All of the sudden all the events that occured last night HIT me.

*LAST NIGHT*

"Lets get a drink." I say to Blaine taking him inside of the house.

"I'll have two vodka tonics please." I tell the kid manning the bar. 

"You like to drink?" Blaine asks me surprised.

What do I not look like a drinker? No probably not. I don't really drink.

"Only on special occasions." I smirk.

I take my drink from the boy and down it.

"Wahhhooo!" I shout.

The kid refills my cup and I finish that one. He keeps refilling my cup and I keep drinking it until Blaine stops me.

"Woah there Hoodie, slow down." He warns as he whisks me away.

Is the room spinning, or is it just me?

I take this oppurtunity to drag Blaine to the dance floor.

"LETS DANCE!" I exclaim clearly drunk.

I grab a drink out of someone hand, "Yum!!"

Blaine puts his hands on either side of my shoulder.

"Brooke, you are drunk." He tells me.

"I KNOW!" I say with a grin, "Its amazing!"

"Maybe you should go home." Blaine suggests.

I twirl around in a circle, making the room spin on my own.

"But this is SOOOOOO MUCHHH FUNN" I giggle.

He picks me up bridal style and takes me out of the ouse. Noone even askin ghim what he was doing. 

"Where are you taking me?" I screech.

"To my house." He says.

"So you can have your way with me? YOU EVIL RAPIST!" 

"No." Blaine laughs, "So you can sleep."

"Are you sure its not because you want to take advantage of young, and vulnerable girl?"

"I am sure."

I giggle.

"Good. Because rapists are evil and you are to sexy to be evil."

'HE IS A YUMMY GUMMY BEAR.' A voice in my head tells me.