Sometimes sex just doesn’t work out, and sometimes everyone finds out exactly why. Loft fic feat. Elliott.basically I’ve been laughing at this image in my head for the last hour (that may be because it’s almost 2am)
"Explain this to me again," Santana says, walking into the living room with a glass of wine and a disgruntled expression. Rachel sighs loudly.
"We couldn’t go out with the boys because we work in the morning."
"Come on, you know I have the best hangover remedies."
"It’s not responsible," Rachel reminds her forcefully. "Gunther can smell it on us, I’m sure of it. Besides, I’m sure they’re enjoying some time spent without us getting in the way."