Chapter 1
"Please Brittany! You know I can't drive. It's just this once, I promise." Rachel Berry, Brittany's best friend since she could remember, has been plaguing her mind for the last hour. The reason? Santana Lopez. Rachel is obsessed with the pop star and owns every single album of hers. However, Brittany has a completely different opinion. First of all, she doesn't know the girl and second of all, she couldn't care less about her. So no, Brittany is not giving in to her best friend's pleas to take her to 21 Club where Santana Lopez is giving a private concert, which, now that she thinks about it, she has no idea how the brunette found out about this private concert in the first place and honestly she doesn't want to know.
"Why don't you ask Mercedes or Tina?" Brittany asks, trying to get the girl off of her back.
"I already told you why. Mercedes is working tonight and Tina is going on a date with Mike." Rachel explains exasperatedly. "I'll cook for a month." She suddenly says, trying once again to coerce the blonde to go with her.
"You already do that. You cook every day, remember?" Brittany tried cooking once and she almost burned the house… so that pretty much sums it up. And for their other two roommates, Mercedes and Tina, let's just say that they're not that different from Brittany.
Rachel huffs in frustration. "Fine. Then I won't cook for a month."
"And what are you going to eat then?" Brittany asks smugly, her eyes never leaving the pages of the magazine she's reading, well pretending to read.
"Well I'm gonna cook for me, Tina and Mercedes. I just won't cook for you anymore." Rachel replies just as smugly, a smirk forming on her face at the horrified look on the blonde's face.
"You can't do that! That's against the rules." Brittany stands up hastily, throwing her magazine onto the floor in the process.
"What rules?" Rachel asks confused.
"I don't know. I just made that up." Brittany shrugs innocently.
"Come on Brittany, just say yes. It's just this once, I promise you." Rachel tries once again, looking at her friend pleadingly.
Brittany sighs and rolls her eyes at her. "Fine." Rachel shrieks in excitement and hugs the blonde tightly, thanking her over and over again.
Brittany is so regretting her decision right now… She has been in her car for over an hour, time she spent thinking of every single way on how to kill her best friend. "I'm so having cooking lessons." She mutters to herself while looking, for the millionth time, at the entrance of the club. "That's it." She gets out of the car, locking it, and crosses the street. She huffs when she realizes how many people are trying to get in the club. I'm gonna be here for ages. She sighs in frustration and looks at her surroundings, noticing for the first time an alley leading to another entrance of the club. She walks towards the door and when she's finally in front of it, ready to open it, it happens. She feels the cold metal hitting her head hard and she feels herself falling onto the ground. I am so killing Rachel, she thinks to herself as the pain in her head and ass sets in.
"Did I just hit you?" Seriously? Who the hell says that after hitting someone?, Brittany thinks to herself, rolling her eyes, which she finds out it doesn't do any good when you have a headache.
She looks up, her hand in her head, and sees for the first time the culprit for the pain she's feeling all over her body. "No, the door hit me by itself." She replies sarcastically, glaring at the girl in the process.
"Oh, this is not good." The girl mutters under her breath, earning an incredulous look from the blonde.
"For me or for you? Because right now it feels a lot worse for me."
"This is really not good." The girl continues, ignoring the blonde's previous comment.
"Wait." Brittany says more calmly, finally recognizing the girl kneeling beside her. "You're Santa-" But a hand on her mouth stops her from saying the rest.
"I'll give you free tickets for my next concert if you don't scream my name." Santana says in one breath, her eyes wide.
Brittany pushes the hand covering her mouth away and huffs in annoyance. "I don't want to see your stupid concert." She touches her head and flinches. "Ow."
"Okay, I need to get you to a doctor." Santana pulls herself up from the floor in time to see her best friend pulling her car into the alley. "Take my hand. Let's go." She helps the blonde standing up and guides her towards the car.
"What about Rachel?" Brittany asks suddenly, remembering that the brunette is still in the club.
"Who's Rachel?" Santana asks puzzled, her forehead scrunched up.
"My best friend. She's up in the club."
"Woah woah, what happened?" Quinn, Santana's best friend and also manager, asks surprised, approaching the two girls and looking at the Latina for answers.
"Help now, questions later." Santana rushes out, handing the blonde to Quinn. "Just get her in the car." Quinn glares at the Latina but does as she says and leads the girl to the car, opening the door for her and helping her get on the passenger's seat.
"Who is this?" Quinn finally asks, standing beside the passenger's side door and looking through the open window, after Santana gets in the driver's seat.
Santana looks at the girl beside her, realizing just now that she doesn't know the blonde's name. "What is your name?"
"Brittany." The blonde replies annoyed.
"Well, it's nice to meet you Brittany." Santana smiles at her politely but receives a glare in return.
"Oh I can think of nicer ways." Brittany states seriously, looking at the pop star with a scowl on her face, which soon changes into a nauseous one when she feels her stomach turning. "Oh I'm not feeling so good." Santana and Quinn have a panicked look on their faces but before either one of them can do something, Brittany is already throwing up… onto Quinn's shoes.
"You have got to be kidding me." Quinn is fuming with anger while Santana is trying to hold in her laughter and Brittany is trying not to throw up again. "These were my favorite shoes."
"I'll buy you new ones." Santana promises, mostly to calm her best friend down. She then turns to the girl beside her and asks her for her car keys. The blonde gives the pop star a confused look but hands her the keys anyway, which Santana hands to Quinn. "Just make sure her friend Rachel gets home okay." And before Quinn can protest, the Latina is already driving away.
"Follow the light with your eyes." The doctor instructs and Brittany does as she's told. "Well, I did a thorough exam and the CT scan was normal. Everything looks good." The doctor explains, turning is little flashlight off.
"So she's okay?" Santana suddenly appears between the curtains.
"Out." The doctor says to her pointedly while the blonde just rolls her eyes at the Latina. Santana huffs in annoyance but returns to her previous position, closing the curtains behind her. "There's no sign of head trauma and I'm absolutely certain you don't have a concussion." The doctor proceeds.
"Then why come I threw up?" Brittany asks confused.
"Maybe it was something you ate or maybe it was a reaction for meeting that doofus." The doctor says, half serious and half joking.
"It's a curtain John, I can hear you." Santana points out, once again reappearing between the curtains.
"No, no you can't."
Brittany notices the interaction between the two and frowns, puzzled. "You two know each other?"
"Yeah, he's my sister's husband." Santana explains, rolling her eyes in the process.
"So I can go now?" After the long night she had, Brittany just wants to fall in her fluffy bed and have a long and peaceful sleep.
"Yes, but I want you to put an ice pack on that bump until you get home." The doctor excuses himself to go get some ice, leaving the two of them alone in an awkward silence.
The sound of a phone ringing breaks the heavy atmosphere in the room. Noticing that the Latina isn't making any move to answer her phone, Brittany furrows her brows and looks at her pointedly. "You're gonna answer that?"
"Oh right." Santana says seemingly noticing just now her phone ringing. "Just…" She trails off, gesturing with her hands to tell her she'll be right back, before closing the curtains behind her. "Hello, mom? What? Who? Where? Now?" Her producer, who she promised she would stay home and would stay on the down low with no more parties for awhile, is at her house right now. This is so not happening right now, Santana thinks to herself. "Okay, just stall them. I'll be right there."
"That might be a problem." John says, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, with an ice pack in his hand.
"Why?" Santana asks while putting her phone back in her pocket.
"My waiting room is filled with big guys with big cameras."
"The paparazzi found me?!" Santana curses internally, taking a deep long breath trying to calm herself down and come up with a solution. "Okay, John what kind of car are you driving?"
"Nothing you would be interested in. I'm still paying out six years of medical school."
"Perfect. How about a trade?" Santana suggests, taking her car keys from her pocket and dangling them in the air.
"No." He refuses, shaking his head to intensify his point.
"It only happens once." Santana tries again, desperate to get out of there as soon as possible.
"Okay." He agrees easily, realizing just now that she's basically offering him a brand new car, a really good car might he add.
Santana sighs in relief and hands him her keys while taking his and the ice pack that he had. "We have to go." She says in one breath after ripping the curtains open, making the blonde jump in the process.
"What?" Brittany asks confused, grabbing the ice pack the Latina tossed her.
"We have to go… now." Santana repeats, grabbing the girl's hand, yanking her to her feet and pulling her with her through the corridors of the hospital. They go through a door and descend the stairs to the parking lot. Santana looks around, eyes roaming the lines of cars in there, then she suddenly stops in her tracks, almost making Brittany crash into her. "You have got to be kidding me." She mutters under her breath when she finds John's car, which she can only describe as a piece of crap.
"I'm not getting in that." Okay, now Brittany thinks that the pop star was the one that hit her head. There's no way she's getting in that piece of junk, it's completely falling apart.
"Don't be such a baby. Just get in." Santana unlocks the car and opens the door, which due to all the rust creates a really unpleasant and penetrating sound.
"Are you kidding me? That thing is gonna fall apart at any second." Brittany says, her eyes roaming the vehicle and noticing some pieces dangling under the car.
"Well this thing is the only ride you got. So if you wanna get home I suggest you get in." Santana gives the girl a pointed look before entering the driver's seat and turning the engine on. Brittany huffs and reluctantly goes to the passenger's side, closing the door behind her. Santana puts the car into gear and drives out of the parking lot.
There's an awkward silence filling the small confinements of the car, if you can call it a car… Santana just keeps her eyes on the road in front of her while Brittany looks out the window, her head against it and her left hand holding the ice pack on her head.
Suddenly a sound that resembles a small explosion comes from under the car, making both girls jump. "Are you sure this is safe?" Brittany asks, her eyes wide with fear.
"Pretty sure." It's Santana's reply, which is a total lie.
Another small explosion sounds, making Brittany release a surprised shriek. "I'm pretty sure it's not." Brittany counters back.
"Just calm down, okay?" Santana says, her eyes never leaving the road.
"I don't wanna calm down. I wanna go home, okay?!" Brittany says angrily, throwing the ice pack in her hands at the pop star's face.
"Ow! What is wrong with you?!" Santana glares at the girl beside her before returning her eyes to the road.
"What is wrong with me? Nothing. I'm just looking forward to having a really annoying headache in the morning and on top of that no sleep." The blonde replies sarcastically.
"Oh, is that why you're so crabby?!" Santana points out.
"I am not crabby!" Brittany argues, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Oh not crabby. Defensive."
"I am not defensive!" The blonde glares at her.
"See? You disagree with everything I say." Santana points out, rolling her eyes in annoyance at the girl's behavior.
"Do not!" Brittany protests.
"Do to!"
"Just take me home!"
"I will!" Santana yells in frustration, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "First we need to make a tinny tiny little stop." Santana says in a more low tone, looking at the blonde for her reaction, which, the Latina can say without a doubt, is not a good one. And it gets even worse when the blonde realizes where exactly they're going.
"You have got to be kidding me." Are the first words that get out from Brittany's mouth the second they pass through the front door of Santana's house… or more like mansion. "You live here?"
"Yeah, why?" Santana replies nonchalantly as she looks around her place, her eyes widening when she finally notices the people in her backyard. And for the second time in that night she grabs the blonde's hand and pulls her with her up the stairs, despite the girl's protests.
"Where are we going?" Brittany asks confused.
"I just…" Santana trails off, letting the blonde's hand go when they reach the end of the stairs, causing a weird feeling in her stomach, which she just dismisses.
"Don't know where to hide me?" Brittany finishes it for her, a sense of disappointment and sadness settling inside of her, which she just shakes off.
"No, I'm not hiding you." Santana says softly, looking at the blonde's eyes, which she notices, for the first time, are so blue and shiny and just… beautiful. "I just don't want these particular people to see you right now."
"Because I'm not a movie star." Brittany states, sounding a bit offended.
"No, it's because I don't want anyone asking questions and neither do you." The blonde frowns at her questioningly so Santana elaborates, imitating what in her head is a reporter's voice. "Who is she? Where did you meet her? Are you two dating?"
"Dating?" Brittany asks slightly shocked and surprised, making a weird face.
"Yeah, they make stuff up." Santana shrugs. "Come on." She takes the blonde's hand and leads her to a room. "The guest room, be my guest."
"Do I have a choice?" Brittany asks rhetorically, knowing full well she's gonna be stuck there for awhile.
"Not really. I'll be right back." Santana goes to exit the room but turns around at the last minute. "Just… stay." She pretty much orders, gesturing with her hand to punctuate her point.
"Woof." Brittany replies sarcastically, rolling her eyes at the Latina's retreating figure. She looks around the room for the first time, noticing the numerous pictures of the pop star and the flashy things, including a really big sign on the wall with Santana's name. She can't help but laugh when she grabs one of the girl's pictures, a baby picture to be more exact, where she's only wearing a diaper and showing her total of five teeth. She was so cute, passes through the blonde's mind, a smile present on her face without her even noticing. She shakes her head to clear those thoughts out of her head and puts the picture where she found it.
Suddenly she hears someone singing and goes to the balcony, smiling at both the view and the owner of the voice. She has never heard Santana sing before, well she has heard the Latina sing through her radio but she has never heard her sing live. She has to admit that the girl's voice is amazing and the way she's singing right now, with so much passion, has her entranced.
Santana glances her way, catching her staring, and smiles briefly before returning her eyes to her guests. It's then that she breaks from her reverie, turning around and walking out of the balcony and out of the room as well. She descends the stairs and stops in her tracks, noticing a few people by the front door. She curses internally for her lack of luck and goes the other way, entering a door that leads to the garage.
"Hey, where are you going?" Santana asks, seemingly appearing out of nowhere and startling the blonde in the process.
"Anywhere but here." Brittany replies seriously.
"What did I do now?" Santana asks confused, frowning questioningly at the blonde.
"You said you would take me home. When?" Brittany looks at the girl pointedly. She just wants this night to be over.
"Just pick a car, I'll take you home."
"No." Brittany says, rolling her eyes at the four unnecessary and overly fancy cars.
"Fine, we'll walk." Santana huffs in frustration, shaking her head at the girl's antics. She has never met a girl like this one, who disagrees with everything she says and is kind of bossy. To sum it up: the girl drives her crazy. "Where do you live again?"
"Hollywood."
"Oh great. We'll get there… on Tuesday." Santana states seriously, quirking her brows at the blonde.
"Okay." Brittany concedes, the serious expression on her face never changing though.
"Okay?" Santana asks a bit surprised, never thinking it would be that easy to convince the girl.
"But here are the rules." It was too good to be true, Santana thinks to herself. "You drive me straight there, drop me off and then you come back to your fabulous life."
Santana sighs in annoyance and opens the passenger's side door of her convertible, gesturing with her hand mockingly for the blonde to get in. But as always Brittany doesn't follow Santana and does what she wants, so she gets in the blue car beside the convertible. "What is the purpose of that? I don't get it." Santana huffs in frustration, rolling her eyes at the blonde. "Why does she do this?" She mutters to herself as she takes the car keys from the key chain by the door and enters the car as well.
They drive in silence for awhile, pretty much like their other two rides of that night, Santana stealing glances at the blonde every now and then, to which Brittany only replies with an eye roll.
Suddenly tired of the heavy atmosphere in the car, Santana turns the radio on, recognizing the song immediately and starts singing along.
"Really?" Brittany turns to her with an 'are you serious?' look.
"What?" Santana says confused. "I thought you would like it."
Brittany snorts, making the Latina even more confused. "Let me guess… You thought I would be dying to ride in a car with Santana Lopez as she sings to one of her big hits? A fan's dream come true." She says sarcastically and with faux excitement. "There's only one problem though." She continues, earning a questioning look from the pop star. "I'm not your fan."
Santana's face immediately becomes blank. "You don't…" Her voice cracks up a bit so she clears her throat. "You don't like my music?"
"No, I like your music. I'm just not crazy about you." Brittany clarifies, putting emphasis on the words 'music' and 'you'.
"But you don't even know me." Santana points out, throwing a glance at the blonde before returning her eyes to the road.
"Precisely." Brittany replies, the Latina's argument strengthening her point.
Santana looks thrown back at this new information. She isn't used to this kind of thing… Everyone she knows likes her, so this is completely new territory for her. "You know… I think if you did know me you would really like me."
"Oh turn here." Brittany says pointing to her house, completely ignoring the pop star's previous statement. Santana looks at her weirdly but refrains from saying anything else. "Thanks for the ride." Brittany says politely after the Latina parks the car in front of her garage.
She's about to get out of the car when Santana stops her in her tracks."Look Brittany, I just wanna say I'm sorry." Santana says sincerely, looking at the girl's radiant ocean blue eyes.
"Noted. Are we done now?" Brittany replies harshly, the tiredness and headache she's supporting starting to take a toll on her.
Santana is a little thrown back at the blonde's harshness, making her response sound a little shaky. "Y-Yeah, I guess we're done." This has been a really weird night, she thinks to herself.
"Good." Brittany gets out of the car and enters her house, leaving a baffled Santana behind.
She only breaks out from her state when she notices a light reflecting in her car window, so she looks in her rear view mirror and notices a black van passing by. "Oh great." She mutters under her breath as she lowers herself in her seat, so she won't be seen. When she feels like the coast is clear she opens her car door as silent as possible and closes it just as silently. Then she lowers herself a little and runs to Brittany's front door, knocking on the door lightly and hoping the blonde hasn't gone to bed yet. She sighs in relief when she sees a light being turned on inside the house and a few seconds later Brittany appears in front of her.
"Go away." Are the first words that come out from the blonde's mouth when she sees Santana standing in her doorway.
"Look, I'll give you five thousand dollars if you do me this favor." Santana rushes out in one breath, looking behind her shoulder to see if the van has returned.
"It's not a favor if you pay for it." Brittany points out.
"So is that a yes?" Santana asks, looking at her expectantly.
"Fine." Brittany agrees, thinking if she helps the girl she will be off of her back sooner. "What do you want?"
"I need a place to stay tonight." Santana says cautiously, already knowing what the girl's reaction will be.
"What?" Brittany starts to think that agreeing to this was a bad idea. She can blame it on the lack of sleep later.
"Just hear me out, okay?" Santana says calmly, trying to convince her. "The paparazzi followed me, well us, here and now I need a place to hide until they go away." She elaborates, looking once again behind her shoulder. "I can stay in the garage and sleep in my car."
Brittany knows that she's gonna regret this at some point, but right now she's not able to think clearly. "Fine. I'm gonna open the garage and you just drive your car in there."
"I can't just turn the engine on, it's gonna make noise. We're gonna have to push the car into the garage." Santana reasons.
"We?" Brittany says questioningly, staring at the Latina with a 'you can't be serious' look.
"It's part of the favor, which you said yes to." Santana reminds her.
"I didn't say y-" But she doesn't get to finish due to a hand grabbing her wrist and pulling her along.
Brittany opens the garage and then goes to Santana's side to help her push the car inside. "You know, you could help a little." Santana says in between breaths.
"Oh this car wouldn't be moving if I wasn't pushing it." Brittany counters back, throwing a glare in the Latina's way.
Finally the car is fully inside the garage and they both take a long deep breath, trying to regain the oxygen necessary in their lungs, as Brittany closes the garage.
"You will be out of here before morning right?" Brittany asks as she searches for a blanket on one of the boxes on the shelf.
"Yes. Hopefully no one will ever know that I was here." Santana says, still looking outside, through the window, for any signs of the black van.
"I'll know." Brittany says, throwing the blanket onto the pop star's head before descending the small ladder.
"Thank you. Thanks a lot." Santana says sarcastically, referring to the blanket thrown in her face.
"Yeah." Brittany smirks while putting the ladder in her right place. "So is all this really necessary?"
"Yes. Clearly you don't understand. They're everywhere." Santana explains, gesturing with her hands to punctuate her point.
"Paranoid." Brittany sing-songs mockingly, drawling out the word.
"You know what? Just forget it."
"Love to." Brittany replies, rolling her eyes at the girl for the millionth time that night. "Anything else?"
"No, I'm cool." Santana gestures to the blanket in her arms.
"Yeah, so cool that you're sleeping in your car." Brittany snorts, shaking her head at the girl, before turning around to leave. A hand on her arm stops her in her tracks and she turns around, her eyes meeting bright chocolaty brown ones. "Stop doing that!" She says in frustration when she notices the flirty smile plastered on the pop star's face.
"What am I doing?" Santana asks confused, an amused smile on her face.
"Oh, you know exactly what you're doing." Brittany says accusingly, a scowl appearing on her face. "In fact, I bet you do it all the time. You give girls that…" She gestures with her hands in front of Santana's face. "That look and expect them to fall for you. Well it's not working for me so get over it." She finishes, turning around and leaving the room, closing the door behind her and leaving an amused Santana behind. This girl is definitely something, Santana thinks to herself before going to her car to try and catch some sleep.
A/N: I know this is not an update of "When The Unexpected Happens" and I promise you guys that I will finish that story but until I get some inspiration back I decided to start this new story inspired on the movie "StarStruck" but with a little twist. It's not going to be long, probably only 6 chapters or so.
Well I hope you guys like it and leave me your reviews to tell me what you think. :)
P.S. I suck at making covers to my stories so if anyone is interested in creating any just let me know and I'll really appreciate it. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or StarStruck, I'm just responsible for the sucky writing I put you guys through. ;)
