Pas de deux
***I am going by what I remember from ballet as a kid, and google. So please excuse any errors. Also I am not naming the ballet companies, as I don't feel it is right to borrow names from existing companies. I got this idea after attending a performance of the Nutcracker this past weekend. Enjoy!
Brittany Pierce stretched her legs as she got off the plane, at her destination of Cleveland, Ohio. She was a principal ballerina with a company in New York City, and this was her first year to be featured as a guest artist. She was thrilled to have been asked to play the role of the Sugar Plum Fairy—it was a dream come true.
She pulled her phone out of her purse, and looked in her email for the name of the person picking her up. Santana Lopez, Assistant to the Artistic Director. Brittany put her phone away, and entertained the idea of stopping to change in a bathroom. She was dressed comfortably for traveling, in grey sweatpants, a black sweater and a pink scarf. She decided she liked like a ballerina, and decided to keep her outfit on.
As she approached the baggage claim, she looked around for someone holding a sign with her name. This was definitely not New York-she didn't see anyone holding any signs. She shrugged and continued to walk towards Carousel A which said "New York City-La Guardia" above it.
"Miss Pierce?" Brittany turned around and was struck silent by the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.
A petite Latina was standing in front of her, in a simple black dress that flattered her curves. She wore pearls and ballet flats, and an elegant red pea-coat. Her shoulder length hair was straightened and held back on one side with a simple black clip.
"Are you Miss Pierce?" Santana asked again, smiling gently at Brittany. Brittany gaped again, but managed to nod her head yes.
"Please call me Brittany." She was finally able to find words. She suddenly wished she had changed after all.
"Welcome to Cleveland! We are so glad you accepted our invitation to come. Please let us know if there is anything we can do to help make your stay comfortable."
"Thank you, Ms. Lopez, I appreciate it."
"Please, call me Santana. Or you can call me San, which is what the children at the studio call me."
"San. I like that. Some little girls call me Britt-Britt, I answer to that as well. Not saying you are a little girl, you are a very beautiful woman actually-" Brittany cut herself off as she realized what she was saying, and blushed deeply.
Santana chuckled and Brittany thought it was the most beautiful sound in the world.
"Well you are quite easy on the eyes yourself, Britt-Britt." Santana replied with a bit of a playful smirk.
Brittany blushed again, and turned around to watch for her bags. They were just about to her, and she pulled them off the carousel.
"Here, let me take one." Santana offered, and Brittany handed her a bag, smiling shyly at her.
Brittany turned back around to get her remaining bag, and as she turned back around, she caught the edge of her shoe on the wheel of her suitcase, and fell smack on her back.
"Oh my goodness, Brittany are you ok?" Santana hurried over to her, kneeling down beside her. "Did you hit your head very hard?"
Brittany was mesmerized by Santana's brown eyes, currently etched with concern.
"I'm ok, I think. Maybe just a bit embarrassed…" Brittany admitted.
"This is Cleveland, there is all of one other person here, and it's an old guy reading the sports section of the paper…or is he asleep?" Santana pondered, looking over her shoulder.
And in the blink of an eye, Brittany Pierce found herself, literally falling in love.
**There is much more to come!