“I didn’t say gay but he does like boys too….he isn’t straight and you and I both know that”. She sighed and sat back on the sofa, feeling overwhelmed at what he said next about doing this for her. “You’d go through all of that, just to make me happy?” Santana stood up and grabbed the sour apple, pulling him close to just hug him again. “I love you, I love you so much and if you save my boyfriend…..well, I won’t ever be able to repay you it but you know that I love you and I will love you forever, no matter what shit goes down in either of our lives, right?” She smiled and pulled back, running into the kitchen before she brought back the strawberry stuff and a couple of glasses with some mixer jugs. She placed everything down and a packet of twinkies with some candy for them, knowing that sweet shit always went down well with both of them, along with the alcohol. “You need to make me some of those strawberry things, like in Vegas, they were awesome and I can drink so many of them before I fall over or something….at least this time we won’t be going out and getting lost in vegas….that shit was crazy”. She laughed and drank some of the sour apple, smirking at how much she loved that taste.
“Well don’t you like girls too? So I guess that makes you even.” he shrugged, snapping out of it when she was suddenly in front of him, hugging him. “Pft, you’d love me anyway.” he rolled his eyes. “You know why?” he grinned at her, “Cause I’m just that awesome.” he had the right to be cocky. He was saving her boyfriend’s life. Literally. Laughing as she brought the stuff there, he started mixing up their shots. Letting out a small laugh, he gave her a small look. “Don’t say that or we’ll end up going to some club drunk as fuck!” he laughed, lifting the shot ups, giving the other one to her. “To me being the best best friend you could ever ask, and your hero, and generally just amazingly hot,” he said before letting out a small sigh. “And dumped, but it’s cool” he hurried to add. “Cause it’s fine.” he assured, and he wasn’t sure who he was assuring, but whatever. Clicking their glasses, he drank the shot down, before walking up to the radio, putting it on just in time for ‘Wild Ones’ from Flo Rida to start. Turning to face his best friend, he walked up to her, before giving her the Sour Apple bottle. “Hold this.” he said. And after she was holding the bottle, he grabbed Santana by her waist, bringing her up on his shoulder walking on the part of the room that had some room in it, putting her down, pulling the bottle. “We’re gonna dance until you don’t give a fuck about the sexts!” he said, starting to dance like a dork in front of her, taking a sip of the Sour Apple, handing it over to his best friend, raising his eyebrows, challenging her to dance with him.