drunken phone call (Brittany/Santana)
Santana reluctantly made her way out of the club and into the alley behind it to light a cigarette. She had significantly sobered up and wasn’t looking forward to the phone call she was receiving. Santana considered ignoring the call while she took a drag and let the smoke drift out of her nose. Rolling her eyes she clicked answer and brought the phone to her ear, “Make this quick,” she said rudely.
“Hi, Santana,” Brittany replied to her rudeness. She could hear the pulse of the club. Santana hadn’t even made it back to her hotel. She paused for several moments, trying to think of how to start the conversation. It was clearly a very touchy subject for both girls, and Brittany wanted to approach it in the best way possible. “I… Santana, I do love you,” she started, with a slight slur to her words. “I never stopped loving you.”
She paused again. This was harder than she thought it was going to be. “You know, when we had the sacred circle with Holly Holliday? How you said you were confused about everything? Well, I was confused, too. Especially when I woke up that morning…” She sighed and shook her head. “Wait, no. I don’t know how to explain this very well, San. I just love you more than anything in the whole wide world and if we loved every person we had sex with you and I would be so full of love we wouldn’t have room for anything else. Sometimes sex is love, like me and you. Sometimes sex is for fun, or for exterior motives. Sometimes it is just a complete mistake, like me and that girl.”
Brittany realized she was rambling, so she paused to allow Santana to respond.
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