"I'm gonna close my locker and it's gonna sound like a gunshot," Tina said to Mercedes, standing at her open locker.
"I have had the worst hangover since Saturday and it's Monday," Mercedes said, walking side by side with Tina, who managed to close her locker.
"I've been dry heaving all weekend," Santana said, both her and Julia joining the pair, all four of them wearing black sunglasses to shield the blinding lights from destroying their eyes. "And when my mother asked what the sound was, I said I was practicing bird calls."
"I honestly wouldn't be surprised if I fell on the floor and had a heart attack or seizure right now because I definitely overdosed on Advil," Julia groaned out, one of her hands staying latched with Santana's free one.
"Guys, I can't stop barfing," Mike approached from behind the girls.
"Don't say barf," Tina told her boyfriend.
"I caught a whiff of hair spray and went full Linda Blair in the girl's bathroom," Santana said as Julia shook her head.
"Yeah, that was not pretty," Julia added, having been there with her best friend, and almost gagging at the thought of it.
"I told my mom I had the flu and she made me traditional tea made out of panda hair," Mike said.
"Can we talk about anything else?" Julia asked, clutching her stomach, hoping she wasn't going to throw up in the middle of the hallway.
Santana noticed the girl tense up and gave Julia's hand a comforting squeeze, watching the girl in case she needed any help.
"How bout some Bloody Marys y'all?" Artie asked as the five met him, Quinn, Brittany, Sam, Layton, and Puck at the end of the hallway.
"Are you kidding me? The last thing I want to do is drink," Mercedes said in an emotionless voice.
"It'll help your hangover. That's what Bloody Marys are for," Artie said, gesturing to the coffee pot he held that contained more alcohol than the New Directions needed. "Hair of the dog that done bit yo ass."
Brittany passed a cup down the row, making its way from Quinn, to Santana, and eventually to Julia. The green-eyed girl sighed, knowing this wasn't the best idea, but didn't really care at this point. She didn't want to think about it or think at all since her head was still pounding. Her brain was practically useless.
Julia looked over at Santana as the two shared a look before the glee club did the only thing they knew how to. Sing.
Pretend Julia is dancing with Mike instead of Santana.
Artie passed the coffee pot around, everyone pouring some of the alcohol in their small paper cups that resembled shot glasses. Julia filled hers up, quickly downed it, before filling it again and taking a second shot.
"We're actually so fucking stupid," Julia sighed as Artie sang, wheeling his way down the hallway and bumping into the lockers.
"I know. That's why we're in glee club," Santana responded before they all found themselves in the auditorium in shiny black clothing.
Julia danced in the front with Mike, the two dancers looking absolutely flawless even though Julia felt as though she was going to throw up because of the amount of alcohol in her system.
The glee club somehow managed to get two spinning wheels with round sectional couches on them on each side of the stage. The foursome mainly danced and laughed around like crazy people as they spun in circles on the stage wheels.
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Freckles ➳ Santana Lopez (re-writing)
Fanfiction"I want to be with you. And not just as friends." *** Julia Mendoza appeared to have the world at her feet. She was your cliche, mean, popular cheerleader with a whole lot of sass, completing the Fearsome Foursome which ruled McKinley High and con...
