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[ooc: anyone is welcome. open to any time in or after canon]

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 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?"

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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."

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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.

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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."

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"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.

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"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.

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"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.

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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.

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'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.

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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.

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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."

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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."

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"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."

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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.

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"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."

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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.

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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.

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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.