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Brittany is drunk.

She doesn't party this hard often, not since that terrible time the entire club got drunk and she puked on stage, but tonight she started drinking and hasn't yet stopped. She was at Sugar's house, but eventually got too bored and wandered away. She's now sitting in the darkened park, sitting on a swing that isn't swinging, and staring up at the stars. There's a bottle of alcohol by her feet that she stole from the party.

She's had too much to drink, and the world is fuzzy. At least she's completely dressed this time. That's progress.

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Santana got Sugar's text about losing Brittany, and she didn't bother the read the rest of it before leaving her house and driving her car around the place to find her. This shouldn't be her job, especially since Brittany has a girlfriend and everything, but she can't help but feel smug that she's the first person they contact.

She hopes.

Santana spots a familiar face in the park, and quickly stops the car and walks over to her. She doesn't want a cop finding her in a park with a bottle of alcohol.

"Fun party?"

Girlfriend. Yes. The girlfriend that was supposed to go to Sugar's party with Brittany but decided the day before that she just didn't want to. Brittany understood. Kind of. Sarah didn't really care for some of Brittany's friends, especially not Sugar. She didn't want to force anyone so she let it go.

But she was sad. She's not so sure some days why she's still with Sarah. It used to be a lot of fun, but it's not so much anymore. Add on the fact that she keeps seeing Santana, who was a great girlfriend, and it just makes everything more complicated.

Either way tonight she's sad. She tried to have fun at the party regardless, but it just didn't work too well for her. When she hears that familiar voice her heart speeds up and she looks up.

"Santannnnaaa!" She throws her arms out and grins widely. She's truly happy to see Santana.

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Santana chuckles, stepping into Brittany's embrace and wraps her arms around her carefully so she doesn't fall off the swing.

"You're not supposed to have this out here, B. Don't want you to get arrested," she taps the bottle with her foot, and pulls back enough to look at Brittany's face.

"Where's....she?" she glances around, expecting the girlfriend to jump out of nowhere and take her place.

Brittany pouts when Santana pulls back, and she looks down at the bottle. "Who's going to arrest me? Are you going to arrest me?"

Logic isn't really a thing right now. "Where's who?"

"I'm not a cop, B," Santana chuckles with a shake of her head, "I can't arrest you."

She pushes the thoughts of handcuffs out of her head and frowns. "Your girlfriend..." she can't remember her name, not that it matters. "Shouldn't she be here?"

"Oh. No. Sarah didn't go to the party. She says my friends are nerds. But...I don't think they're nerds, because...they're not." This is her logic at this point.

She looks up at Santana. "You should have come to the party. That would have been fun."

"They are nerds," Santana doesn't bother to hide the affection in her tone. They're her friends too, but Glee club kids? Yeah, they're nerds. Her nerds.

"I was busy, my mom needed help with...stuff." Not exactly a lie. Maribel had asked her to help clean up the mess she left in the kitchen, but after that she just spent her time watching crappy reality tv shows, ignoring Sugar's text until she got the one about Brittany.

She's just sitting in the swing, head leaning to one side of chain, and she's staring at Santana. Santana is really pretty in the moonlight. She's really pretty in any light. Prettier than Sarah always.

"I never see you. Even though you're back."

Santana lowered her eyes, folding her arms loosely across her chest, "I've been busy." Mostly looking at options for what to do now. Luckily her parents are fine with her staying there as long as she needs to so she doesn't have to find a job.

Santana does sometimes get the urge to text Brittany like she used to, or just show up with popcorn and a movie, but...she can't. Not now.

"Oh," she says softly, dejectedly. She nod and looks down, kicking her toes in the dirt under her swing. Everyone's busy now it seems. Santana and Sarah both.

Maybe Santana is tired of her like Sarah is.

She doesn't like that Sarah makes her feel less wanted and less special, and she knows she deserves more, but lately she's been caring less and less about her own needs.

"Yeah.." Santana trails off unsurely.

She glances around, seeing if anyone else has appeared. She can't leave Brittany here like this. "Do you want me to take you home? Or to...hers? Or..."

Brittany looks up again and shakes her head slowly. "She went out. And she doesn't like me coming over without calling." She should go home. That would be the wise choice. But she doesn't want to.

She's sad, and she feels gross, and...Santana is here. She wants to stay around the magical, wonderful force-field that is Santana. "Can you take me home with you?"

Santana opens her mouth, about to ask if that'll just piss Sarah off, but you know what- screw it. She isn't here. She isn't around for when Brittany needs her.

"Sure," Santana nods, offering Brittany a hand up, "you know my mom won't mind. She'll be doing work in the basement anyway."

Brittany takes that hand without a moment's hesitation. She gets up and leans against Santana. "I don't like being drunk anymore."

Santana lets out a chuckle and picks up the bottle of alcohol, carefully making sure Brittany still has her balance. "Next time, don't drink so much, okay?"

She sighs and nods. "You used to always be there to tell me to stop. Or...maybe we were too busy making out and I'd forget to drink more..." There's a shrug. The unsaid being that Santana had always been there. At least then.

Santana raises an eyebrow, but says nothing. She's kinda mad at the others for not keeping an eye on Brittany, but right now her mind is focused on the old images of pressing Brittany up against the bathroom door- or the bedroom door, or the wall, or the table...- of whichever house the party was in, and losing herself in a kiss.

Santana shakes her head, getting rid of those thoughts and leads Brittany towards her car.

When they get there Brittany stumbles into the passenger seat and pulls the seat belt over her lap, then just stares at the pieces that connect. It's not that she's forgotten how to buckle it, she's just spaced out for a moment or two. She'll be back soon. For now she'll just stare at the two pieces as though staring will make them connect.

Santana waits by the door, watching Brittany carefully. She knows she doesn't need her help, but she's there if she needs her.

When she's satisfied that Brittany can handle it on her own,she shuts the door and goes around to her side of the car. She slides into her seat and glances over, "you got it?"

Brittany has now completely forgotten about clasping her seat belt. Her head is turned to Santana while leaning back on the headrest, and she's smiling. "You're so pretty," she says. Her voice is dreamy under the influence of her drinking.

Santana smiles softly, leaning over to take the other half of the belt from Brittany's hand and clip it in herself.

"Thanks," she breathes, "you too." She can almost feel the blush rising up her neck. It's been a while since someone has looked at her like that.

Her eyes close and she just rests right where she is. She likes the feel of having Santana close like that, and she sighs. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever known."

Santana gives herself a moment to look at Brittany. Her eyes roam her face, memorising how relaxed she looks right now since she doesn't have blue eyes staring back at her.

She pulls back, snapping herself out of her daze to turn the engine on and put both hands on the wheel to steady herself. "You too, B."

Brittany smiles and sighs contentedly. It feels nice to be in this space with Santana, and the scent of having her close, and the feel of being in her car again, it all just feels good. It's comfortable.

She actually dozes off slightly on the ride back to Santana's.

Santana glances across at Brittany a few times, but keeps her eyes on the road so she doesn't crash. When she parks the car, she does give herself a few moments to just look at Brittany.

She sighs, sliding out of her seat and goes over to Brittany's side of the car. "B?" she nudges her gently, "gotta wake up now. Okay?"

Brittany opens her eyes and sees Santana there, and she smiles. It always was her favorite way to wake up. She stretches slightly and reaches a hand out. "I think you need to help me."

Santana bites the inside of her cheek so she doesn't say what she's thinking. Watching Brittany wake up is the cutest thing ever, and she has missed seeing it so much. "Okay," Santana takes Brittany's hand, and ignores the way it still fits perfectly in hers.

Brittany holds onto Santana's hand tightly and takes the help to her feet. She leans in against Santana and sighs. "Do you have any marshmallows? I want marshmallows."

"No, B. I don't have marshmallows," Santana locks her car and leads Brittany towards her house. Her mom stopped buying them when Brittany stopped going around as much as she used to. She was the only one that ate them anyway.

"That makes me really sad," she murmurs, her voice sounding like she might actually cry. "Marshmallows go good in your bed. And in my mouth." She doesn't mean to but she leans in close to Santana's ear. "The baby marshmallows are gonna be happy their not orphans though, " she whispers like a secret.

"In my bed?" Santana raises an eyebrow, turning her head a little to look at Brittany. Her breath catches in her throat when Brittany starts leaning in so she's a lot closer than before. "Uh..huh. Sure, B," she forces herself to focus on finding her house keys instead of counting the freckles across Brittany's nose...

again.

Brittany is too out of it to try and play it off. She's just staring at Santana in the closeness. "Yeah because I like to eat them when we have sleepovers. When we used to." And her mind went to all of the other things they did during sleepovers, and the thoughts darkened her eyes.

'Brittany has a girlfriend. Brittany has a girlfriend. Brittany has a girlfriend' kept running through her mind. Santana has a hard time remembering what she's supposed to be doing, especially with Brittany looking at her like that.

"We're having a sleepover tonight, Britt-Britt. Just without the marshmallows," she slid her key into the lock, quickly adding, "and without the....you know..." She quickly cleared her throat and nudged Brittany through the doorway.

Brittany should be reminding herself ifcthqtcfact, but it's not the first thought on her mind. She never has been the best with not slipping up when it comescto Santana. She watches her still as she unlocks the door and she walks through when nudged. "But the you know was the best part," she says innocently.

Santana can feel her face burn, and she doesn't know whether to be sad or proud of that fact. Just spending time with Brittany was the best part for her, sex or no sex (even if that part was fantastic too).

"Yeah, well that was then. This is now," she mumbles, closing the door behind her. "Make yourself at home."

Brittany walks over and plops herself on the stairs, then leans against the banister. She gazes up at Santana, her eyes glazed over from the alcohol. "What does now mean?"

Santana leans back against the closed door, arms folded over her chest. "Now means...we're just friends, and you're in a relationship with someone else."

It's not like that has stopped them before, but Santana's grown up. She's not going to give into this and make Brittany a cheater ~~again~~.

Her eyes blink slowly as she watches Santana. A part of her doesn't care, because really, being with Santana could never actually be cheating, could it? She and Santana are something that defies the rest of the world and any relationships in it. Being with anyone but Santana feels like cheating.

She sighs deeply. "I just miss having sex with you," she says without shame. "You're better than her." Just don't tell anyone she said this while drunk.

Santana almost forgets how to breathe at Brittany's admission. Her mind replays things she tried to forget, and she squeezes her eyes shut.

"I..." she misses it too, so, so much, but she can't bring herself to say that right now. "Course I am," she tries to shrug nonchalantly, "that's 'cause i'm awesome."

Brittany smiles up at her sweetly. "You're really, really awesome," she nods in agreement. Her eyes close sleepily. "I'm glad you came back, San."

"Me too, B," she sighs. She doesn't sounds glad, though, just tired and sad.

"Come on, we'll get you to bed," she walks over to Brittany and squeezes her shoulder gently, "you're not allowed to fall asleep on the stairs."

She gets to her feet and links her arm through Santana's. "Mmkay," she sighs. "You're gonna tuck me in, right?" She's drunk-sleepy at this point and just wants to curl up and pass out. But she doesn't want to do so alone.

"If you want me to, sure," Santana helps Brittany up the stairs slowly and carefully. She helps her to her bedroom and lets Brittany sit on her bed, "i might have something that'll fit you...somewhere."

Brittany leans back on Santana's pillows and closes her eyes for a moment. "'kay," she murmurs. She stretches her legs out and sighs with a small smile. Santana's bed is so comfy, and it makes her feel warm inside. And happy. Plus it smells like Santana and that's the best smell in the world.

Santana grabs a pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt from her wardrobe and throws them onto the bed next to Brittany. "Can you get changed?" she doesn't really want to be the one to undress Brittany.

Not like this anyway.

Brittany sits up slowly and blinks. "I think so." She pulls the clothes into her lap and starts to pull her top off. She isn't so sure she can stand, but she can change her clothes. She just...isn't thinking clearly enough to wait until Santana isn't looking.

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