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𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃, the perfect concoction of chaos and adolescent stupidity. That was the perfect way to describe the mayhem of the party that ensued in the basement of the Cline's home.

It felt like the whole school was in that basement. The football team, the cheerios, even JBI and his camera crew were invited to this par illegal kegger, somehow. Intoxicated teens danced frivolously on the table as Slik's "Freak Me," played loudly on the boom box speaker.

Aerin sat cross legged on the couch with a red cup in her hands. She had been contemplating whether or not she should drink, or be a boring parasite. The content in that kegger were a mystery in itself, Puck had told Aerin it was his 'Phenomenal Party Punch' a wonderful mixture of tequila, mezcal and a few of his 'special ingredients'.

Kurt, Mike and Finn had also been sat with her. Finn rested his head on the side rest as he stared worryingly at his out of control girlfriend. Yes, Rachel Berry had shown up to a non-glee club related function, it was weird to everyone who saw her there. It was like she was trying to prove a point, masking herself with a fake personality. Aerin had counted the number of shots she had picked up from when the party started, she was at 20.

Aerin taps Mike's shoulder, "Why aren't you drinking anything ?" she questioned.

Mike turns to look at Aerin, "I'm the designated driver" he responded, "my parents would also slaughter me if they heard I drank alcohol, they have a great sense of smell" he adds.

Aerin then turns to Kurt, he had been 'drinking' out of his cup for the last hour. "Kurt, are you gonna drink anything ?" she smirks, as Kurt looks back at her with confusion.

"What do you mean, I am drinking-" he huffs, he holds the drink up and then he inches to his lips.

Aerin rolls her eyes, "We both know the only thing that's in that cup is sparkling water" she laughed.

Kurt smiled slightly as he pressed his lips together in a straight line, "cheap tequila and mezcal, that's basically a death wish", he retorted.

"I'm also not the wild party animal type, i'd rather snuggle up on the couch on a Saturday night with a cup of coco and watch Moulin Rouge for the 16th time in a row."

"So why did you come then ?" Aerin answered back

Kurt averted his eyes to a certain gel haired Warbler. He had been drunkenly break dancing in the middle of the room for about 10 minutes, a small circle gathered around him. Kurt looked back over at Aerin, "I guess I just wanted a change of scenery" he mumbled.

He then gets up and gives Aerin a small wave before he goes over to sit near Artie and Mercedes.

A sudden crash comes from the other side of the room, everybody's heads turn to find the source of the loud bang. Brittany laid flat on the floor as she giggled to herself, she had fallen off the table. she lifts her head slightly. "It's okay guys my mom said my head is made out of 100% vibranium, I'm basically Iron Man with a vagina," she proclaimed. Everyone raised their cups up as they cheered for the cheerio, Aerin laughs to herself, classic Brittany.

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𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍, "You okay there Hudson?" she asks.

Finn had sort of blanked her out, she wasn't sure if he was drunk or just tired. Aerin shakes his shoulder and he quickly snaps out of his trance state of mind. She inches closer to him, and he looks at her with a smile.

"I'm good, just thinking" he replies, his voice hoarse. it was obvious he was still worried about Rachel, you could tell by his facial expressions, the way he quickly looked up whenever he heard her laugh. "It's Rachel, isn't it?" Aerin sighs, Finn nods his head.

"We got into a fight, well an argument-. I told her she was a total buzzkill. I said she needed to stop putting a damper on everything, I think she took it to heart" he expressed.

Aerin didn't know how to respond, she was definitely not good at giving relationship advice. And she definitely didn't know Finn well enough to be telling him what he should and shouldn't do in his relationship, she runs her hand through her hair as she slightly hitches her breath.

"Give her time, Finn" the blonde responded, "She'll come around, trust me". She then stands to her feet, standing in front of Finn she reaches her hand out "Let's get something to drink."

Finn is hesitant at first, he raises an eyebrow. "Come on Hudson, don't just sit there we're at a party, let's have fun!" she beamed. Finn smiles, finally giving into Aerin's peer pressure he takes her hand following her to the drinks table. Aerin let's go of his hand to hand him a cup, she leans towards Puck and sticks her cup in his face.

"I'd like some please," she demands. Puck, who had been wearing large aviators, lowered them to the bridge of his nose as he shook his head. "No can do Lady Cline, your brother said I can't serve you," he boomed.

Aerin scoffs, "Who cares what he said, he's not my dad. I can drink if I want to, now fill my cup up with some damn Phenomenal Punch !" she sacrastically spat.

Finn taps Aerin's shoulder, "Look, I think I'm gonna go and talk to Rach, i'll see you in a bit" he announces.

"I'll see you around" she said hastily, she then turns her attentions back to Puck. Aerin asked Puckerman again with more persistence, "C'mon Puck, just give me half a glass at least," she whined. Santana barges past the blonde with two cups. " make it a double" she said loudly. Puck gleefully took the fiery latina's order as he filled them up to the top, this only made Aerin more frustrated.

"I was here first" she huffed, Santana picked up her drinks she turned to face Aerin. "Oh no, lock me up, call the cops. I just cut fish lips in line" she jeered. She then rolls her eyes playfully, "just take it" she laughs as she hands Aerin her other drink.

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𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐓. "Thanks" she said softly. Santana smiled back awkwardly as she took a gulp of her drink, "Don't mention it." The two of them then migrated up to the kitchen, they both sat down on the kitchen floor out of plain sight of the others. To Aerin, this had been the strangest part of her night. Santana, the girl who had threatened to kick her ass, was voluntarily sat on her kitchen floor, in her home, being nice to her. It felt like some weird fever dream, it must have been.

She puckers her lips as she takes another sip of Puck's revolting drink. " what is in this, acid ?" she gags.

Aerin chuckles as she drank from her cup, "Special ingredients, apparently." The both of them look at each other and laugh, Aerin then scooches closer to Santana as they leaned up against a door.

"Santana, can I ask you something ?" Aerin questioned. The girl nods her head, "ask away, blondie".

Aerin takes in a sharp intake of break, "Do you like me?" she said bluntly. Santana widens her eyes, she puts down her drink "Like you ?, like what, do think I want to make out with you or something" she responds sharply.

Aerin fumbles with her fingers, "No, obviously not. You're just always so weird with me, you act like you hate me and I don't like it" she confesses.

Santana scratches the back of her head, "Aerin, I'm a bitch I'm basically like that with everyone. I don't hate you, I can't hate someone that I-"

"that you what?" Aerin says, cutting off Santana. Santana bites her lower lip, the two of them shared a moment. Silence fell between the pair as they smile sheepishly at one another. A million thoughts coursed through Aerin's mind as she looked into Santana's eyes, she felt like kissing her right then and there, she had to make her move. Both girls move closer to one another, hands touching, body's practically touching.

Warmth blossomed in Aerin's chest, sparks ignited as Santana leaned in close, lips brushing together, tentatively, for the first time. The smell of her perfume, of the soft, lavender scent of her conditioner, it was dizzying, butterflies danced in her stomach. But warmth consumed her whole as she leaned in for that kiss, Santana's lips impossibly soft against her own. In that moment, everything disappeared around her, it was like the two were floating in a cosmic universe.

The click of a camera soon comes from their side, both girls quickly break their kiss. It was John Ben Israel, he had been stood a few feet away from the pair, he stared in disbelief. "This one's gonna be a news breaker" he declared, Santana stood up quickly. 

" Come here Jew Fro !" she balls her fist up as she starts to walk towards the scared boy.

Aerin holds Santana's hand, "It's not worth it" she sighs.

"The damage has already been done"

◜     -ˋˏ  𝙍𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙄𝙀'𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎 ! ˎˊ- ◝

i hope you guys enjoyed the new chapter

i just realised this one's more then 2,000 words, not me writing a essay.

anyways, do you guys like Clopez ? (thanks for the name  @1-800-GINERVA )

i'm gonna try and incorporate football into my next chapters, most of these first chapters were mainly about aerin being a  simp for santana.

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