I felt bad about having such a long wait before so I banged one out over like a day but it's like whatevs, anyway I'm just gonna say that i wouldn't expect another update until about the 28th of June because i have exams and everything, but after that it's summer and i'll have all the time in the world to bang out a few chapters like hella, so don't give up on me or anything i will be back you just gotta give me time. feel free to shout at me for being so terrible at updating on time (i secretly like it) (wat no i don't)(funny haha)
xxx love you like a love song xxx

It was hot out, really, really fucking hot.

Quinn stared down at the pot of sauce, eyes drooping "I can feel sweat running down the crack of my ass" a cool breeze comes from the open patio window and she nearly falls to the floor in a euphoric wave.

Outside Brittany runs along the slip and slide, feet skittering around while Mike chases her with a water gun. Sam and Rachel sit watching, sipping mimosa's while discussing last week's Grey's Anatomy.

"Quinn!" Santana voice echoes through the house, Quinn blearily looks up, stirring her pasta "Do you have any tampons?"

"In the drawer!" she shouts back, voice cracking in dehydration "Why? Did you-"

"No, not until next week!" she continues to shout "I have a nose bleed"

Quinn dips a spoon into the sauce, tasting it before adding in the meatballs "Oh, right" she shouts back.

Santana comes back into the kitchen "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" she growls, a tampon shoved up her left nostril. Sam walks in a second later, flip flops clapping against the ground and going over to the sauce to taste it for inaccuracies.

"Calm down" Quinn alleviates, turning around to face her, leaning back against the counter "I was just thinking it explains why you've been looking at Brittany like you wanna eat her"

"Double meaning there" Sam laughs, spoon in his mouth.

There's a large bang as Brittany slides straight into the door, Mike still spraying her with water as she practically screams with laughter, tank top and shorts completely soaked at this point. She's quick to get back up and is sliding across the slip and slide on her belly without a second thought, grabbing her own water pistol and flipping around like James fucking Bond to spray Mike straight in the face. Rachel sits, unamused, at the side.

Santana wastes no time in grabbing a mimosa for herself, having to snatch the jug away from Quinn, who was rubbing the cold glass rather disgustingly against her stomach "Those things will get you really drunk" Sam warns her, hands on his hips.

"And apparently frisky" Santana chips in; pointing to the nipples protruding out of Sam's t-shirt.

Sam turns a shade of red while Quinn barks out a laugh, trying to give one a pinch but he's too quick, slapping her hands away "It's cold in here" he squeaks out.

"No it fucking isn't" Quinn nearly screams.

Brittany saunters into the kitchen, slipping on the tile before quickly catching herself, looking to Sam "Rachel says she wants another drink and she can see the outline of Mike's penis through his shorts now" she pauses, thinking upon her words "I think I was supposed to whisper that last part"

Sam shoots off, squeaking in excitement, jug of mimosa in hand.

"I left my penis at home for safe keeping" Brittany jokes, tugging at the tampon in Santana's nose, she winces a little, the dried blood tugging at skin.

Santana goes ahead and pulls the whole thing out, the blood flow happily stopped, Quinn strains the pasta to the side of her "Since when do you get nose bleeds?" she asks.

Brittany plays with the hem of Santana shirt "I've had them since I was a kid, it's the dry air that does it really" she says, picking up her mimosa and taking a sip, Brittany watching her "You want some?" Brittany shakes her head, a smile growing "What?" she draws out after a moment, setting her drink down.

Brittany seizes the opportunity, grabbing her into a hug so tight it lifts her from the ground, wet and soggy shirt rubbing against Santana's dry clothes, her first reaction of squirming away from the cold feeling quickly turns into something different, wrapping her legs around Brittany's waist. She doesn't quite go in for the kiss, but she gets close, stopping a fraction away from Brittany's lips. If not to preserve tension of some sort but to prolong the inevitable breaking apart they will have to endure.

Running her fingers though Brittany's damp hair, she hums in content "Are you staying at mine tonight?"

Smelling the musk of champagne in her breath, Brittany grins once again, arms tightening their embrace "If you'll have me" she says, rather charmingly if she had her own way, but in the light of a hot Saturday afternoon, it seems to fall weaker from her lips, almost uncertainly.

"Dinner is served, mother fuckers!" Quinn shouts, out of the blue, ringing a bell she'd somehow accumulated out of nowhere. She wobbles over to the makeshift table, boxes really, and sets down the spaghetti, grabbing hold of a bottle of red wine and pulling out the cork protruding out the top with her teeth, taking a swig. Looking over her handy work, the white linen table cloth- perhaps dotted with stains- the bread basket in the middle- mostly breadsticks- and the array of cutlery thrown at the side, she smiles. It's so beautiful she almost lights a candle.

Brittany and Santana are the first in, Santana still practically cradled in Brittany's arms. She tries to somehow place Santana in her seat, leaning her whole body down so Santana's butt touches the seat, lingering for a few long seconds where their bodies still press together, closer now at such a different angle. Quinn seems to think she hears a pained sigh when Brittany finally pulls away, sitting down next to her but keeping an arm thrown over the back of Santana's chair as Quinn watches them, lighting a joint to pass the time.

Sam comes in not long after, soaking wet with a grumpy look on his face "Patricia's the female version of Patrick right?"

Quinn opens her mouth to answer but Rachel barges in, equally as soaking as Sam "Or is Patrick the male version of Patricia?" she delves into the realms of feminism.

Quinn points at Rachel in agreement "There you go"

It's rather clear that Rachel and Sam are very nearly drunk, having spent most of the afternoon and a good part of the morning drinking various alcohols and complaining. Rachel seems rather loose, dancing around like she's in footloose and Sam, well Sam seems to have lost recognition of how much clothes he has on, or really how little clothes he has on.

Mike falls into his place next to Rachel sooner rather than later, out of breath and rather muddy from his escapades outside. He's the first to dish out his own food, giving a thumb up after the first bite of meatball went down.

Quinn takes a minute to sit at the end of the table, smoking her cannabis and judging the overall reactions to her food like a dejected housewife. Giving the odd fuck you when someone like Brittany but maybe not Brittany pretended to choke and die on a meatball, seizing under the table for a good few minutes. Only after that does she begin to eat her own food.

"Uh-oh Sam's smuggling icicles again" Santana interrupts half way through the meal, holding Brittany's hand under the table and using her other to point at Sam.

He throws his cutlery down against his plate with a for fucks sake as everyone barks out laughter at him, the bottle of wine shooting around their bloodstreams "It's my way of letting you know I'm planning an orgy later" he jokes loudly over the laughter, beginning to laugh along with them. Mike throws a discarded tube top at him and he's quick to slip his shirt off and put the pink, gem incrusted piece of cloth on, the better part of his voluptuous chest covered; nipples still peaking "You must now all call me Sugar Tits!" he declares, followed by a round of applause and a few hailing's of his new name.

The night grew long and the remaining bites of meatball and spaghetti were long since abandoned. Another bottle of wine had fallen into the mix and Brittany was wondering whether Quinn's parents were gone all weekend or if she just chose to believe that they were in order to justify the growing proximity of Santana's hand and her crotch. If there were no parents it didn't matter, especially now Quinn had found a pack of cards.

"Liquor in the front, Poker in the back" Santana announces on sight, chair pulled directly next to Brittany's so practically every part of their bodies were touching.

"This coffee tastes like poopy shit" Rachel chips in quickly over the top of her glass of wine.

Mike shuffles around in his chair before adding with an apprehensive smile "You're so gay…. so gay"

Sam, leant back against his chair, tube top still firmly in place now with the added gusto of his new name emblazoned on his stomach with red lipstick, swirls his wine around like a connoisseur "Can we stop quoting The L Word for more than five seconds please"

Quinn begins to shuffle the pack of cards with practised ease, flipping and twirling the cards like a pro, Brittany begins to consider the likelihood of actually winning, seeing as none them had actually played poker before, besides Santana and Quinn.

An owl hoots at the moon, Mike jumps out of his seat "Did you hear that?" he shrieks.

Santana puts out a soothing hand "Calm the fuck down"

Quinn cranes her neck to get a look in the kitchen "Is the door still open?"

Being the closest to the kitchen, Brittany jumps up to see for herself "Yeah it is" she calls back, going over to close the door, trapping out the bugs and birds and whatnot. She grabs one of the lit candles on the way back, setting it down on the table "We should have a séance" she gushes.

"No thank you" Sam leans forward, flicking back his hair and readjusting his tube top "My granddaddy went to a party once and they had a séance and some creepy shit happened alright? He hasn't spent one day without talking about it in some fashion, I do not want that to be my future"

"What creepy shit?" Santana grins devilishly.

Mike begins to shake like a shitting dog.

"Some people lost their pants alright? You happy? Some people lost their pants and it was like when harry met sally if you know what I mean, people were having orgasms and shit like that"

"Sounds like a good time to me" Quinn laughs, still shuffling cards, a cigarette hanging out of the corner of her mouth.

"Can I just say something?" Rachel holds a hand up, half leant on the table "I just find it incredibly sexy when you have your cigarette like that, I'm sorry but I do" she admits and Quinn's eyebrows shoot up, moving the cigarette up and down with her lips while they laugh "I'm so drunk" she slurs, sipping her wine some more.

Brittany takes the cigarette from Quinn's mouth and puts it in hers, trying to mimic her "Do I look sexy?" she grins, doing a few different stances, putting on a show, they all nod profusely. Rachel ends up flicking a piece of meatball at her forehead that stays there for the remainder of the night.

"We should play the sexy game" Santana declares, practically sat in Brittany's lap.

"Never heard of it" Mike continues to shake.

"I just invented it" she pours herself another glass of wine "You have to say all the times you thought someone looked sexy, like what Raquel said just moments prior"

"Sam in that tube top" Brittany starts "Sexiest thing I've ever seen"

"Damn right"

"Mike in his penis shorts" Quinn smiles, cigarette still dangling.

He pulls at the shorts, trying to make them a little less snug around the crotch area "I'm never wearing these again"

"I got one" Sam pops his elbow on the table, pointing his finger "Brittany in that sweater you like always wear, and you like tucked it in cause you'd just come back from the toilet or something and you could see your underwear a little. I was like…shit" he laughs.

"Weren't we all" Quinn admits and as if on cue they nod solemnly, Brittany sits somewhat uncomfortably in the corner.

"Alright" Mike steps up "Rachel in that horrible green dress you wore at the last Christmas pageant"

"That dress is not horrible" she snips "It's retro"

"Retro shit" Quinn coughs behind her glass, Rachel smacks her over the back of the head with a breadstick.

"Fine I'll say another one" Rachel begins "Since the boundaries in our friendship have already clearly been breached… Santana" said girl's eyebrows shoot up in surprise "At that star wars thing, not only the princess Leia costume but in the hotel that night I went out because Quinn was driving me crazy and you were getting ice in your sexy underwear or something and I swear to Barbra I nearly collapsed"

Somehow both Santana and Brittany manage to look smug at the revelation; everyone else is quiet, imagining the visuals in their heads.

"That's not fair!" Mike shouts, bread basket now balanced atop his head "Santana clearly wins"

"That's because she's a princess" Brittany states, slinging an arm around Santana's shoulders.

"Damn right"

"If Santana's the princess then who's the Queen" Mike throws a curve ball.

"Sam's the Queen" Rachel answers, easily.

"Damn right" Sam continues to say.

Quinn lets out a noise likened to psssshhh, like some seventies roadster looking for a fight. They look over with raised eyebrows at the noise, so Quinn does it again, planting her feet on the table and kicking her flip flops off in an act of defiance.

"Sounds like treason to me" Sam says after a long moment of staring Quinn down, she repeats the noise again, looking at the wall like some rebel. Rachel and Mike gawp in shock.

"Sounds like fighting talk to me" Santana says with a crazy eye.

Brittany stands from the table, deciding against flipping it "Nobody slurs my Queen's name!" she shouts, holding back a laugh. Quinn jumps up not a second after, pulling her shirt over her head, underwear on display.

"Don't be startin' fights you can't finish blondie" Quinn grins, leaning forward over the table to challenge Brittany. They begin to stare each other down while a wild chanting of FIGHT begins to surface; Mike bangs a beat against the table in delirium.

Before any of them know it, Brittany and Quinn are both down to their underwear, sat at opposite ends of the room squaring up to fight. Brittany has #1 Homo written across her back in Santana's lipstick whereas Quinn has Satan's Bitch written across hers. Everyone's main target seems to be to not be the first person to laugh.

"I'm the Queen of Genovia" Sam shrieks, readjusting the crown made out of tin foil on his head "Oh" he pauses, like a personal blow had come to him "I wish I was Anne Hathaway"

Santana sits to his right side, feet up on the table while wearing a makeshift princess hat- a cone rolled from some spare craft paper with the word Princess written in drunken chicken scrawl on the front- she claps her hands together "Commence"

Nobody moves so Rachel, halfway through a rather large chocolate bar, throws a leftover meatball at them and they jump into action. Brittany leaps first and manages to get Quinn in a head lock while the rest chant and cheer loudly for their favourites, throwing wine and breadsticks and sauce at them for fun.

Quinn seems to bite down hard on Brittany's arm to get herself free, tackling Brittany to the ground when she does so, back completely covered in spaghetti. Except Brittany has more strength and possibly a better lung capacity from never smoking, so she manages to overpower Quinn, flipping their stances around and ending up on top of her, for some reason landing between Quinn's legs as she tries to keep her pinned "At least buy me a drink first" Quinn grunts out, struggling valiantly.

Santana fans herself at the side "I'm so turned on right now" she gasps, watching the scene with an unwavering eye.

Mike, drunk, falls off his seat, ending up caught in the line of fire as Quinn's foot juts out and smacks him dead on the eye. He retreats with a whimper.

Quinn succeeds in getting them to roll over a few times, but Brittany keeps managing to pin her at every chance. Drunken bones become weak and finally Quinn relents, limbs flopping lazily on the ground.

Brittany's arms rise triumphantly above her head while the crowd cheers. Sam grabs a discarded breadstick, steps forth from his thrown to knight Brittany where she kneels before him. Quinn sits, dejected and abandoned, at the side.

The ceremony is sealed with a kiss from the Princess.

For some reason Santana chooses to whisper to Brittany that her parents aren't in after they've practically broken into her own house. Although Brittany doesn't seem to hear it, grabbing her waist from behind and pushing her forward to hit the kitchen counter hard; Santana lets out an excited gasp.

Except instead of the sexy dirty talk Santana expects, Brittany's voice comes out soppy and sweet "I love you like the moon loves the sun" she breathes into her neck "You're pretty and lovely and I love you to bits you silly, silly little goose"

She giggles like a school girl, gripping onto the counter as Brittany pushes into her "I love you too" she says through a little bit of a moan, Brittany seems to frown "Like the sun loves the moon" she rolls her eyes with a smile. Brittany practically squeals in delight.

Despite the fact it was gone four am and Santana was scheduled to be at cheerleading practice at ten o'clock, they end up upstairs in Santana's room because apparently Brittany had a surprise for her. The first things Santana thinks is: sex toys. She's not proud at how excited she gets.

Except instead of grabbing a new black box Brittany slips into the bathroom without a sound. Santana sits impatiently on the bed for her return.

"Are you ready to see my naked body?" comes through the door in a decidedly foreign accent.

Santana shuffles a bit, pushing her chest out a smidge "Yeah"

Brittany emerges from the bathroom, rebellion on her face as she leans against the door frame, cap tipped as she hums an Nsync song under her breath.

Santana sucks in a breath "Is that…?"

"Damn right"

Brittany stood, unabashed with her hands on her hips, in a pair of black polyester slacks, a black tie around her neck, the usual white cotton shirt missing, and a mandatory black work coat over her shoulders, bus safety embroidered in gold on both the jacket and cap.

Santana begins to fan herself "You remembered" she gasps.

Brittany takes a step closer, pushing the jacket back to show more of her exposed torso "How could I forget?" She moves towards Santana, the girl's chest heaving, stepping in between her legs and leaning down to whisper in her ear "Are you ready for the ride of your life? You dirty, dirty tax accountant"

Santana whimpers, using Brittany's tie to tug her lips towards her own "This has to be the best night of my life" she bites at Brittany's bottom lip before kissing her roughly.

"Did you send Quinn a picture of your black eye?" Brittany asks, looking at said black eye.

"Yeah"

"What did she say?"

"She said" he opens the message on his phone, showing it to her "Talk shit, get hit"

Brittany shuffles around on Mike's lumpy old couch, ass bone jabbed by the broken springs "I swear to god there's like a dead body in this thing"

Mike falls backwards over the couch, falling too far and smacking his head on the side of the TV, making the episode of Charmed skitter slightly, just as Paige orbed a vase at a dark lighter "I swear you're like obsessed with dead bodies" he winced, rubbing the growing bump on his head.

Brittany grabbed a hand full of cheez-its, shoving them in her mouth "Oh hell yeah" she said rather attractively through a mouthful "I'm gonna start a necrophilia club at school, we'll call ourselves the tomb raiders and our slogan will be" her arm comes out dramatically, painting the word in the air, he watches with distaste "Crack open a cold one on a hot summers day" she sits back down, grabbing another handful of cheez-its "I've already got funding"

"Please tell me you're being sarcastic"

She rolls her eyes "Of course I'm being sarcastic, do you think I'd really tell you if I suddenly became interested in having sex with dead people?"

They're interrupted by loud and obnoxious stomping from upstairs, the sound of Rachel trying to bargain her way through the front door coming through the ceiling.

"Don't tell Rachel what I just said, she'll go on about it for weeks until I agree to see a support group or-"

Rachel slammed through the door to the basement "Hello everybody!" she shouted to the two occupants of the room "Well we just had to force our way past your mother but no it's fine, I loved the adrenaline, I don't care, I'm ready to probably do nothing for a few hours, as always"

"Oh my god Rachel be quiet" Quinn said, pushing past Rachel on the stares, arms full of bottles of soda, the low grade copies with names like Rola Cola and flavours like strawberries and cream "She's been like this the whole way here, I turned the radio on full blast and she just kept on talking"

Mike got up to take the soda off her "You alright?" he asked "You're eyes look all misty"

"Yeah" she ducks her head, scratching her nose "Just high, you know"

Rachel appears between them "On what? I didn't smell a thing on you"

Her mind goes blank "Err… just… on life… I'm high on life"

Mike holds back a very loud laugh and Rachel stares at her like she just quoted Sylvia Plath and offered her a Cuban cigar "If you say so" Mike says, dropping the soda in Brittany's lap and flopping down next to her.

Rachel falls into the arm chair, eyes falling to the floor where Quinn sits staring at the TV "Somebody's phone's ringing" she says, pointing to the lit up machine on the floor.

"Oh it'll be me" Brittany reaches down to get the phone, knocking Quinn's finger back out of her nose "Hello" she puts on a deep voice just for the hell of it.

"I'm at the store and Sam keeps getting lost, do you want anything?"

She shrugs even though Santana can't see her "I don't know I'm in a lull" she says "Hang on I'll put you on speaker" it takes her awhile to figure out how to put it on speaker "Santana wants to know if you want anything" she calls out, using her foot to stop Quinn trying to pull her sock off.

"Do they have any of those mint M&M's?" Rachel asks "I really want mint M&M's"

"Uh… they have coconut M&M's, but they look like shit to me"

"Alright never mind then"

Sam's distant voice comes through the phone "Oh my god did you see that woman? Look at her shoes"

"Shit! What the fuck are they? Sandals?"

"I'm gonna ask her where she got her shoes from"

"Ask her where that skirt's from as well; girl looks a mess"

Mike shifts so he's unnecessarily close to the phone "Can you get me some Dr Pepper?"

"I got you Dr Pepper" Quinn nearly shouts.

"Dr Jerome's medicine drink is not Dr Pepper"

Quinn sighs, purposely knocking him out the way when she sits up "Just get some of everything, I'll eat whatever's left if no one likes it"

Sam's voice comes through in a whisper, like it was only for Santana's ears "Are we getting Chinese food?"

Santana then goes on to repeat this for them all to hear.

"We've discussed it but it's not finalised" Brittany explains, still holding the phone out.

"All right, I'll see you in a bit, love you"

"Love you too" Quinn replies, loud enough to block out Brittany's reply.

"I meant Brittany"

"Yeah well I meant what I said"

She hangs up.

They get through another episode of Charmed – in which Quinn copies all the grunts and catchphrases, every chance she gets – before Santana and Sam get there, the only reason they even notice they arrived being that Sam nearly fell down the stairs on the way in, and the fact that he shouted about safety regulations for about ten minutes, which of course Rachel agreed full heartedly with.

Mike spreads out along the sofa where Brittany got up to see Santana, catching the Dr Pepper Sam throws with one hand, like a stud, cracking it open to take a long glug.

Sam squeezes past where Brittany and Santana are enthusiastically saying hello to each other, grabbing a bottle of Rola Cola and a pack of Oreos, stuffing one into his mouth "What are we watching?"

Quinn grabbed his leg mid stride so he fell head first into the couch; almost hitting his head on Mike's knee "Your ass" she burps out "I'd give it three stars"

"Excuse you" he said, kicking her with a sock covered foot "I worked hard for this booty"

"Yeah Quinn stop being an idiot" Rachel says absentmindedly, focus on the TV "Sam has a great butt"

"What was that? You want to compare mine and Sam's butts Rachel" Quinn start to undo her shorts "Well if you say so"

Rachel's attention soon snaps back on Quinn "I didn't say that" she squeaks.

"What's going on?" Brittany asks before jumping onto both Sam and Mike on the couch, they groan in protest.

"Rachel wants to see my butt"

"Oh, don't we all" Santana laughs, stealing Quinn's drink and dropping down onto a bean bag near the TV, all the other seats were taken and like hell was she going to sit on the floor.

Quinn is still in the process of pulling down her pants, while Rachel begs her not to "Nobody wants to see your butt Quinn please"

"I bet it looks like a shrivelled peach" Sam bitches, Quinn sticks her finger up at him.

"Alright, I won't show you my fine…" she gives Sam a look "…booty, if Mike drinks a whole bottle of my Dr Pepper and enjoys it"

"Those bottles are like two litres!" Mike shouts from underneath Sam and Brittany "I'll throw up before I even get half way through"

"Please Mike" Rachel begs.

Brittany drops to the floor, landing on her face "Yeah Mike, take one for the team" she says into the carpet.

He pushes Sam off him, standing on shaky legs to receive the strangely toxic coloured drink; undoing the cap as everyone watches on bated breath, Quinn watching with an evil grin. He takes his first sip, burping out "It tastes like sin"

Brittany crawls across the floor towards Santana, the carpet having left a crease down her face, climbing up and around the bean bag so she lay across the top, above Santana's head "I'll move if you want" Santana smiled, putting her head back so it rested against Brittany's stomach.

"It's alright, I wanna curl around you like a cat" she said, stroking Santana's hair.

Sam burps twice and apologises while Mike is half way down the bottle, "Are we gonna watch a film?" he whines "I've seen every episode of charmed like ten times"

Quinn tears her eyes away from Mike, just as a single tear fell from his eye "We're watching The Blair Witch Project"

"You'll have to come closer" Santana says, pulling Brittany down so she's awkwardly contorted on Santana.

Brittany shuffles around to get a comfortable position, "Why? You love scary films" she grunts, her head resting on Santana's shoulder

"Yes but I can pretend I don't can't I"

"I suppose"

"Yeah well get closer, I'm already scared" she grabs hold of Brittany's waist to pull her further in.

"I can't get any closer; I'm already practically bleeding into your skin" Brittany laughs, being jostled about until Santana was satisfied with how close they were.

The soda bottle drops to the ground with a hollow thud and Mike falls on his knees as they all cheer, clutching his belly in pain "I'm being tortured in my own house" he gasped.

He's ignored for the movie pretty quickly, Quinn goes to find the DVD while Rachel props her feet up on Mikes back and Sam throws Cheetos into his gaping mouth, all Mike does is stare at the wall like he could see through time.

Quinn returns with the DVD from her bag, ruffling Brittany's hair where she sits cuddled tightly into Santana. Sam tries to trip her up on the way to the TV but she manages to kick him in the chest before he can, knocking the wind out of him.

"You know who I saw the other day at the mall?" Rachel questions out of nowhere, nobody seems to particularly care "Those boys from that party, the one that had his head shaven"

Santana pulls away from Brittany momentarily "Why were you at the mall?"

"I was buying Sam condoms because he's too embarrassed to buy them himself"

"Rachel!" Sam squeaks as they all begin to laugh at him.

"What?" she's the epitome of innocence.

"I told you that in confidence"

Rachel sighs "Forgive me, I didn't know. Anyway I saw them at the mall, where I may have or may not have been buying Sam's condoms" he rolls his eyes, she carries on "They were buying like a canoe or something, who knows"

The Blair Witch project begins to play, "You should have talked to them" Quinn falls back onto the carpet, sighing at the beginning of her favourite film "Asked them if they wanted to hang out and see your condoms"

Rachel looks unimpressed in the corner for majority of the film, Quinn doesn't notice.

It was night again, Brittany wonders whether the days are going quicker, maybe she just wishes they'd go slower. They're stood outside Quinn's house, alone together for the first time since that morning, when she could barely see she was so hung over.

Santana has on her jacket because it's quite chilly out, despite the day prior being scorching hot. Brittany tries to engrave the sight into her mind so she'll have an image of Santana forever, stood outside in the cold with only Brittany's jacket to keep her warm.

Mike's inside, busy talking to Sam, and also happens to be their ride. Neither seems to mind the wait.

Brittany, having been watching Santana intently for the last few seconds, stuffs her hands in her pockets, mouth opening and closing a few times, trying to form words "Can I ask a favour?" she manages out finally, Santana looks up almost in shock, a smile quickly building "There's this party type thing at the end of the summer that my mom hosts, it's ages away but…" she takes a deep breath "I was wondering if you'd sing"

Santana grins, pausing for a moment "Is your mom asking or are you?"

"I'm asking" she states, shuffling her feet.

"Then I'd love to" Santana shrugs, like it's the easiest decision she's ever had to make "Not that I'd say no if your mom asked"

Brittany smiles easily but it quickly disappears after a moment, fading away with every pressing heartbeat. Worry takes purchase in Santana's eyes, watching quietly while Brittany stares at the floor "What's wrong?"

Sad eyes look up at her "I can't lose you" she whispers.

"You're not" Santana replies on instinct, stepping towards her so their inches apart, hand coming up to Brittany's neck "You're not" she repeats.

"What happens at the end of it all then?" Brittany whimpers "In a month, two months' time all of this will be gone, you'll be off in New York or wherever and I won't"

Santana seemingly pushes her away, pointing an accusing finger "Who the fuck said you won't?"

"Everything" she says, voice beginning to rise "Everything says I won't, because that's what people do, they love each when the time's right, when they're in high school and in love but then they break up because things get too difficult and things go wrong"

"And what that skewed view of love is supposed to work for everyone then" Santana keeps a level head "You can't come with me to New York because it means we'll end up breaking up somewhere down the line, we can't be together any further than the summer because it's too hard even though both of us clearly want to be together"

"I don't know" Brittany whimpers, wiping at her face with her hand "I don't know all right? I'm sorry"

There's a pause before Santana takes her rightful place, pulling Brittany into a hug "I'm never going to leave you, all right?" she holds onto her for dear life "And you're never going to leave me, promise?"

Brittany nods profusely, pulling back to kiss her like her life depended on it.

I guess i'll see you when i see you player, catch you on the flip side and all that. (i love u all so much) (ssshhhh no i didn't say that)
P.S. i love you. haha movie references
P.P.S. i'm not Scottish
P.P.P.S. last weeks grey's anatomy can go fuck itself.