Lose Myself: A Brittana Story

The Party Part 1

(A/N: In this chapter, Britt is gonna be a lot more level headed than she is normally because she's not taking the pills here.)

I down my third glass of water, trying to find a way to ease the ache in my stomach. It's been a full day without any of my pills, and it's a lot harder than I thought it'd be. I mean, it's probably for the best though. If I'm going to this party, I probably shouldn't drink with pills in my system. I put on my black jeans, white shirt, and leather jacket, and I step outside. It's chilly outside, but I feel so overheated that I don't realize it. I walk slowly because whenever I walk too fast it seems like the ground is shaking. 

I don't even realize I made it to Puck's house until I hear the music blasting. From what I can see, there's a lot of people here. I walk into the open door, and I'm immediately hit with masses of people dancing, drinking, and laughing. I scan the room until my eyes land on Santana, talking to Quinn. I smile and start to walk over to her until I feel someone tap my shoulder. I turn around to see Rachel.  

"Hello Brittany," she says beaming up at me.

"H-hi Rach," I say. My throat feels dry and croaky. The water didn't help at all.

"Well, as you now elections for president are going on, and we've known each other for a while. Now I have to start my campaign but..." After a while, I stop listening and I just stare at the floor. It seems to be more interesting than whatever she has to say. 

"And I have to- Brittany? Brittany, are you even listening?" I hear her ask

"Huh? O-oh yeah, Rach, I am. I-I'm gonna go talk to Santana, k?" I say, walking away before she can respond. I walk to Santana who is at the drinks table and I pick up a bottle of water. Something has to help this dry feeling in my throat. 

"Hey Britt," she says smiling widely at me. 

"Hi San,"  I say, my throat finally feeling better

"You want a drink?" she asks, gesturing to the various bottles of liquor and juice. 

"Uh, yeah... I guess," I say unsure of what to really say. I've never drunk before, mostly because of my medicine. 

"Ok," she says, turning away to the table. She starts mixing a bunch of drinks, but I don't know what she's mixing.  

"Here," she says turning and handing me a red solo cup

I cautiously bring the cup to my lips, and I take a small sip. It's strong, but it's also really good.

"Wow. What is it?" I ask 

"I'm not telling you," she says smirking

I playfully roll my eyes, and Santana's eyes widen. She grabs my arm and pulls me to her.

"Britt, you didn't take any of your medicine today, did you? You shouldn't drink that if you did. Please tell me you didn't," she says with a worried tone.

"No, I didn't," I say smirking

"Oh, good," she sighs, "you're a lot different when you're not taking them, maybe you don't need them." 

No, I do need them. But she's right. I am a lot different without them. And I didn't even realize it. But I can't stop taking them. 

"Maybe," I say avoiding her gaze. I feel bad for lying to her. I take another sip of my drink so I have something other to do than stare at her.

"So, how are you liking the party so far?" she asks 

"Well, I uh just got here, so I don't really know," I say, finishing off the drink she gave me. After finishing the cup I feel warm. Nice.