The Australian quarterback

Old feelings always resurface

Brittany found herself at the heart of a party, the room alive with energy. Blaine and Elliot were on the makeshift stage, serenading the crowd with their melodious voices, and everyone was drunkenly joining in the chorus, creating a harmony of celebration.

Brittany, swept up in the festive atmosphere, reached for a shot glass. The music filled her senses as she downed the fiery liquid in one swift, practiced gulp. The warmth of the alcohol coursed through her, eliciting a victorious whoop from her.

Turning to her left, she noticed Matt, a sly grin playing on his lips, sipping on a glass of whiskey. Her face contorted in a mix of surprise and disgust. "You're really drinking whiskey?" she questioned, her voice revealing her astonishment.

Matt, undeterred by her reaction, nodded with a playful glint in his eye. "It helps me get girls," he quipped with a wink.

Brittany couldn't help but laugh. "It doesn't," she retorted, shaking her head. But Matt wasn't one to give up easily.

Leaning in closer, he whispered, "Taylor Swift sang about whiskey in a song, so shhh."

Brittany contemplated his words for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "Fair enough."

Their focus shifted to the dance floor, where a vibrant scene was unfolding. Brittany scanned the room and quickly spotted Santana grinding on Kurt, who looked utterly uncomfortable. Brittany burst into laughter and pointed in Santana's direction. "Look," she exclaimed.

Matt turned to observe the spectacle and couldn't help but chuckle. "If Santana was grinding on me, I wouldn't complain," he remarked, a twinkle in his eye.

Brittany nudged him playfully. "As if she would ever grind on you."

Matt finished the last drops of his whiskey, then raised an eyebrow with a mischievous grin. "Wanna make that a bet?" he proposed.

Brittany quickly shook her head, her cheeks flushed. "No way."

Matt laughed and signaled the bartender for another round. As he handed Brittany a potent drink, he leaned in and said, "She probably would only grind on you or gay guys."

Brittany nodded in agreement. "True."

Their conversation then took a different turn. Brittany glanced back at Kurt and said, "Do you think Kurt is still into Blaine?"

Matt shrugged, taking a sip of his fresh drink. "I don't know, man, probably."

Later Brittany made her way over to Kurt, her voice rising above the music as she greeted him, "Hi, Kurt."

Kurt returned the greeting with a warm smile, but his attention quickly turned to Santana, who had stopped grinding on him and was now looking at Brittany with a somewhat dopey grin.

Brittany leaned in closer to Kurt, her voice low as she whispered, "You can go now if you want."

Gratitude flooded Kurt's eyes, and he wasted no time in making his exit from the dance floor, leaving Brittany alone with Santana. Brittany smiled down at Santana, handing her a cup.

Santana returned the greeting with a husky, "Hi," before eagerly chugging down the contents of her cup. Brittany couldn't help but laugh at Santana's enthusiasm. "Calm down," she teased, trying to slow her down.

Santana pulled the cup away from her lips, and the effects of the alcohol were beginning to show. She slurred, "Kurt is so, so bad at dancing."

Brittany agreed with a playful grin. "He looked pretty stiff out there."

Santana nodded, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "He definitely isn't flexible like you."

Brittany chuckled at the remark, but when Santana ran her fingers down Brittany's chest, she gently pulled Santana's hand away. "That must suck," she replied.