Blame It.

I know it's a cliche, but I didn't find any other title. Again, english ISN'T my native language, so please forgive me if there's any mistakes.

They promised not to drink anymore, but one party at Santana's place change their minds. And as the drink comes in, the truth comes out. Finchel, Quick, Brittana. SMUT. – Post 2x22.

Chapter 1 – The Party.

Santana's POV.

Finally summer was here. I couldn't wait to get the fuck out of this school and chill out for months.

Of course I'd miss Glee Club, it was the best part of my day. Even when I was in Cheerios. But we'd have another year. The last one. Wow, it was kinda of scary remember that. The last Sectionals, Regionals and if we got luck and the Man Hands and Frankenteen don't make out in front of everyone, I knew we could get another shot in Nationals.

It was my first day of vacation and I was completely bored. I'd call Britt Britt and call her to a make-out session, but with all drama with Artie and.. me, she told me 'no make out sessions' until she was ready. I was so in love with her and in the same time I was so afraid of the reactions. In the school, my mom, my dad.. Ugh. I didn't even want to think about it.

My parents were in some convention, I didn't ask because I didn't care. But spend a Friday night all by myself wasn't fun. I could call Puck.. but he was dating that Lauren. And I didn't play in that time anymore. So, my two options were off the table, what could I do?

So one word came in my mind. Party.

I'd see Britt and be close to her, it was enough for me. But I couldn't just call her. Then I reminded of "The Rachel Berry House Party Trainwreck Extravaganza", it was a really good party, everybody was drunk and happy. So.. I could give "The Santana Lopez House Party Trainwreck Extravaganza." I had the drinks and the music, so I was ready.

I picked my phone and called Kurt first. If I invited him, in 5 minutes, the whole Glee Club would find out about the party, so I was saving time.

"Satan? I mean, Santana?"

"Hey Kurt." I laughed. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, thanks. You?"

"I'm good. So.. I have something to say."

"You're finally admiting that you have a pact with Satan? I've already knew.."

"No.." I rolled my eyes. He was nice, but sometimes he could be a pain in the ass. "I'm giving a party. You could call it "The Santana Lopez House Party Trainwreck Extravaganza." Call everyone in Glee Club. Blaine can come too."

"Uh.. sure, when?"

"8 pm."

"Okay.. Santana, do you know what time it is? It's 6pm."

"So?"

"What if some of us got plans tonight?"

"Please, if I, the hottest girl in this club, don't have something to do, I'm sure the rest don't have too. So, invite everyone. Even Man Hands and Finnocence."

"Ok."

"Bye." I hung up and smiled.

I kept anything that my mother loved. It wasn't a good idea to leave anything expensive or fragile in a party full of drunks.

I had a feeling that this party would be crazy.