A/N: So I'm new to this and I'm not really sure what I'm doing. I'm not even sure if this is the right place to put an author note...Anyway I just watched New Year's Eve (Yay Lea Michele) and I follow Glee like it's my religion. Sooo yeah hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure I need to put something here along the lines of 'I don't own glee or New Year's Eve' so yeah. I don't. Also all mistakes are mine and no matter how many times I reread this, there will probably be a lot.
People say a lot of mean things about New York City. It's overcrowded, loud, dirty, the people are rude- the list goes on. But I believe people say those things because they are jealous. New York City is one of the most magical places on Earth, and nothing beats the magic of New Year's Eve in the city that never sleeps.
"Well New York City, it's the day we've been waiting all year for- that's right it's December 31st! I'm here live from Times Square where people are already starting to gather, and in case you didn't know folks- it's 6:00. In the morning. And I'll be here all day with all the updates on New Year's Eve. For now all I've got to say is this- magical things happen in New York on this day people, so if you're down in the dumps- and I'm not talking about Brooklyn- get out here and PARTY! This is Quinn Fabray, signing off." Sugar turned the camera off and Quinn sighed.
"Alright guys, we have two hours before we have to be interviewing Sam Evans," the blonde told her crew.
"Ummm… Ms. Fabray? I was wondering if you could let me do the next interview because we all know I'm prettier than you," Sugar said. Quinn ignored her, she was quite aware of her camerawoman's 'self- diagnosed aspergers.' Thankfully her phone went off.
"Fabray," she said into the phone with her 'business' voice.
"Quinn it's me," Quinn's features immediately softened.
"Ugh Britt… you don't know how much I love you right now."
" Quinn I thought I told you we could only be friends," the blonde joked on the other line.
"I don't know baby, I don't think I can resist my feelings anymore," Quinn teased. The two blondes have been best friends ever since freshmen year high school. Quinn got an internship at NYCN broadcasting station and she just went up from there. Brittany went to Tisch and majored in dance hoping to perform on Broadway. Unfortunately for her life isn't fair so she found something just as fun, even though her dreams had yet to be fulfilled.
"Does that mean you're up to go have breakfast with me?"
"I'll meet you there."
Noah 'Puck' Puckerman was on his way to work in a white suit with a Tiffany blue cumber bun and matching bow tie talking to his cousin/best friend on the phone.
"I can't believe it's New Year's Eve and we both have to work!" Puck exclaimed.
Santana rolled her eyes as she attempted to get dressed. She had woken up in a random hook-ups apartment; he was hot but not nearly as satisfying as she had hoped.
"You get to stand around in a store all day, I have to walk down a catwalk in front of most of America and the world in my underwear live," the Latina countered. She was a Victoria's Secret angel- no scratch that- she was the Victoria's Secret angel. The one that got to wear the diamond bra and matching underwear on New Year's Eve in Times Square. A month before when she was offered the position she jumped at the chance. She met with the 'people' of Tiffany and Co. (Who supplied the gems), which was ultimately how Puck got the job there.
"Okay, okay you've got it a little harder. But you are taking me to that party tonight right?"
"The ticket is in your backpack."
"No way!" he was about to go to the back room to check if she was lying (Because she totally would) when a youngish man came in.
"Crap, gotta go. See you tonight ho-pez!" He hung up quickly then approached the man. He was dressed quite nicely and Puck guessed he was in his mid- 20's early 30's.
"Hi welcome to Tiffany and Co. may I help you find anything?" Puck asked half- heartedly. The man was obviously on edge, he looked around like someone was going to jump out and scare him.
"I'm uhh…looking for an engagement ring…" he whispered.
"Well we've got some of those if you'll just follow me," Puck whispered back," Must be a pretty lucky girl if you can afford to shop here."
"Well I consider myself the lucky one in the relationship and it's actually a boy…" he said cautiously. Hey you never know, even in New York there were hardcore homophobes.
"Oh sorry man. I mean, not because he's a dude- because I'm totally cool with that!" Puck mended, or tried to," But not because I'm into that sorta thing! My best friend is a lesbian so I'm totally fine with the whole 'gay' thing," he put air quotes around gay," Wait. That came out wrong. What I meant was-"
"Puck! Go do inventory!" Puck hung his head.
"Yes Mr. Chang." Mike Chang approached the confused man.
"Sorry about that. He's sort of new. Anyway, these are our engagement rings for men."
"Really it's fine…" he trailed while scanning the cases full of gorgeous expensive rings. Immediately one caught his eye. The connection was instant," That's the one." Mike smiled.
"An excellent selection, I'm sure he will love it. I'll ring you up right over here. Haha get it? Ring you up?" the man chuckled but didn't take his eyes off the ring as Mike put it in the famous velvet blue box and swiped his card.
"Thank you for your purchase Mr. Anderson."
Brittany was waiting for Quinn at her work place- Ellen's Stardust diner. Yeah it was sort of lame to eat at the place you worked at but she actually liked the food there. Plus the service was great. Finally the other blonde arrived and greeted her best friend with a tight hug.
"Happy New Year's Eve!" Quinn laughed.
"You too." Suddenly Will Schuester came bearing pancakes and coffee.
"Ladies!" he said setting a placing a plate in front of each of them and sitting on the opposite side of the booth.
"Morning."
"Hey Will!" Brittany liked Will, he was more of a father figure than her boss and she enjoyed working with him.
"So what's on the agenda today Quinn?" he asked. The girl in question groaned.
"My schedule is so packed, and I'm surprised my phone hasn't exploded it's gotten so many calls."
"Aww Quinnie you can't help that everyone is so happy and excited today! It's New Years Eve!"
"Yeah but I'm reporting all damn day," she said scarfing her pancakes down. With her mouth still full she choked out a," I barely have time to eat."
"I can see that…" Will said staring at the small girl that was downing her coffee faster than he thought was humanly possible.
"I have to interview with Sam Evans in an hour. Go back to Times Square to interview some guy named Kurt Hummel who is organizing entertainment. Check out how the 'Sylvester Ball' is prepping for tonight. Interview that girl from Victoria Secret that prances around in her underwear. Go back to Times Square. Go to the Ball and oh- did I mention? GO BACK TO TIMES SQUARE?" It was silent for a moment.
"Why do YOU have to do all that? Don't they have other people?" Will questioned.
"Yes but everyone is spread thin tonight and I want to be promoted to anchor. This might be my shot."
"Wait. Weren't you just at Times Square? Why would you go back three times?" Quinn's phone rang again, keeping her from strangling her best friend.
"Fabray," she said calmly. She listened to the person on the other line and Brittany watched as her eyes grew wider, "SHIT!"
"Is everything okay?" Will asked.
"Look just get to Lennox Hill, I'll be there soon. Yeah, YES. Bye." She hung up and started gathering her stuff.
"Sam Evans is in the hospital. I've got to go but I'll see you guys later!" With that she rushed out of the restaurant.
"Well. This will be an interesting day…" Will commented. Suddenly Brittany's phone beeped, signaling she received a text.
QuinnieThePooh: Don't forget the Schue's new years gift!
"Crap!" she exclaimed as realization dawned on her.
"What's wrong now?" he asked, she glanced at the time.
"I forgot that I have to cash in a check today or it will expire at midnight," she lied," Can Nick and Jeff hold down the fort for awhile? I promise I'll hurry."
"Okay…but this better not be some ruse to get out of work."
"Don't worry there are no Kangaroos involved. I'll be back soon I promise." She took a cab to her apartment building in Greenwich. The building was old but she thought it had charm. And it was cheap.
She took the elevator (one of those old, cage like rickety ones) up to the fifth floor and opened the door to her apartment. She sighed in relief when she saw the cutely wrapped package on the coffee table. Picking it up, she walked leisurely back to the elevator. When the door opened she was met with the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She stood there awestruck and stared.
Santana was starting to feel uncomfortable. Sure this blonde girl was hot, even in that ridiculous polo shirt, and she was used to the staring but the way this girl was looking at her…
"Ummm… do you need help with the gate?" she asked. Upon hearing the angel in front of her speak Brittany snapped out of her trance.
"N-No," she stuttered. She opened the gate with one hand and stepped inside. Pushing the 'close doors' button the elevator started to move.
Brittany leaned against the mesh wall, clutching the gift and looking anywhere but at the only other person in the larger than average elevator. Santana on the other hand thought it was the perfect time to return the favor. The blonde's hair was in a messy bun that had some loose strands falling on her face. Her creamy skin looked so soft and her eyes were so blue and- whoa. Too far Santana. Still, as much as she tried to avert her eyes they had a mind of their own as she raked them over Brittany's body.
Brittany felt the stare and chanced a glance in the Latina beauty's direction. It was a mistake obviously because their eyes locked and her breath caught in her throat. They stared at each other until the spell was broken when the elevator made a loud grinding noise and shuttered to a stop. Earlier than it should have. Both girls' heads snapped away as they wondered what the hell was going on. The doors didn't open. Brittany being closest tried to open the doors in vain.
"Fuck!" she yelled still pulling, We're trapped."
A/N2: So there it is. Feedback would be great good or bad. Let me know what I'm doing right/wrong and if it's any good or if I should just stick to reading.