"Yes people, I know all of you are looking for more, but that's all DJ Snix got for now! Tune in every night for we have more love problems to break." Quinn said on air, smirking on Santana for making the listeners craved for more.
"Remember, love is not in the air! Good night, fellow listeners." Santana snapped proudly as they both took their headphones off their heads, and played Without You immediately.
Santana Lopez has been on the radio program for a month now since Quinn Fabray, her best friend, gave her a break. And for that one month, she thought it was the easiest job ever. Giving straight-to-the-point advices, and the feeling that her loyal listeners followed it was more than she could ever dreamt of.
"Well, well, well. That's one achievement you got there, Snix!" Quinn tapped her on the shoulder, and lent her the paper that showed their rating for the whole month. "You got the whole country hooked!"
"Fabray, what do you expect? I got sexy voice!" She chuckled.
"Yeah, don't flatter yourself that much. You still have a hell of love problems to solve."
"I know that, stop reminding me like my mom." She joked. She took her bag and gave a sign of going to go home, leaving the small blonde smiling sheepishly at her being a real bitch.
She drove to the whole town that night. She didn't go straight back home. She just drove away, with her desperate attempt to leave her sorrows in the streets she passed to. She really didn't mean to drown herself in dreary, she just wanted to remind herself that everyday she got better. She just had to remind herself that the roads she took were a big part of her "forgetting" plan.
Brittany Pierce, on the other hand, got a hell of lanes of guys and ladies digging for her. Sure, she had a boyfriend, and flirting has always been her game. It was harmless, anyway. Why worry, she thought.
It was Friday night, she was with her friends Mercedes, Tina, Mike, and Sam, at a coffee shop, reviewing for their board examinations. She was fake-reading, sneaking glances around people who could think that she was a definition of sweet and hot.
"Brittany, stop drooling around." Tine snapped her out of dream.
"I wasn't drooling." She replied defensively, and felt her phone buzzed. Greg, it said on the caller. She rolled her eyes again before answering.
"Hey,"
"Hey babe, where are you?"
"I'm here at the café. We're reviewing."
"Oh, is there somewhere you'll go to after?"
"No, Greg. Why would you think that? You know how focused I am for the board examination." She was looking down, until a tall, tan guy looked at her invitingly, silently asking for help to the menu overhead on the café.
"I was just asking. You get bored easily, babe."
She smiled, and walked to him.
"You know, you can be so defensive. Sometimes I think you're lying and-"
"Hello? Greg? I can't hear you. I'll call you later!" With that, she hung up.
She talked to the guy, while harmlessly flirting, telling him what kinds of coffee were good at the café.
"Britt, get your things. They want to grab late dinner." Said Mercedes.
"Yeah, I'll follow. I'm just going to help him out." She replied, not looking away from the guy. This time, Mercedes and Tina had to roll their eyes.
She was still talking to the guy, and drinking coffee, when Greg came rushing to the cafe with her being so oblivious to the fact that her boyfriend just walked in.
"I love that, too!" She replied sweetly to the guy in front of her, when a sudden sound of clearing throat resonated in her ears.
"Hey, babe!" She stood up, looking nervously at the guy who was sitting, and smiling innocently at her boyfriend who just caught her talking to other guy when clearly she mentioned on the phone call that she was reviewing. "Can you believe it? They left me here reviewing alone -"
"So he is what you are reviewing?" Greg cut her off.
"No, babe. I'm just -"
"No! I'm leaving!" He walked out of the cafe, leaving a dumbfounded blonde who just shrugged as the bell jingled on the door.
He slammed the backseat's door shut, and frowned at the radio station his driver was listening.
"You know what, Sir," his driver said, looking at him on the side mirror, "If I was just as good love problem solver as DJ Snix, I would give you advice. You should call this DJ, she's definitely worth running to."
He laughed sarcastically, "She's a girl, she wouldn't understand my problem."
"No, just give it a try, sir."
"Hello there, Greg. So tell me how sickeningly tragic your love story with your girlfriend is."
"Greg? Is that Greg, your boyfriend, calling on 107.8 radio station?" Sam chuckled while passing the plate to Mercedes. Brittany frowned in possibility that her boyfriend might be the guy on the radio right now. On the freaking air. Speaking sullenly at the sudden fire of their relationship. Her boyfriend. Greg. She shook her head, and just continued eating.
"Well, DJ Snix, my girlfriend has been flirting with other guys and girls behind my back. And it's just frustrating because I'm giving her everything but she seems to appreciate nothing." She jumped like a frightened cat on the familiarity of the voice.
"Oh my gosh, that sounds like Greg!" Tina and Mercedes said in unison. Mike adjusted the volume and turned it up a little louder to be heard clearly. Brittany just frowned even more. If that's possible.
"Ooooh, and why are you still with her?"
She jumped again on her seat when her phone buzzed continuously, and all the texts said nothing but, "Britt, listen to 107.8 station. It must be Greg!" She clutched her phone tightly, but not because of Greg calling on the stupid station but because of that DJ Snix who just asked why he was still with her. Fuck, she knew nothing, she thought.
"She's so over-confident, DJ Snix! Even if she's with me, she looks at these other people like she has no boyfriend! Imagine that, my girlfriend ignoring me over complete strangers! She's been lying, too, to my face! God, that girl! I couldn't hate her because I love her, but sometimes it's too much! Just because she's Brittany Pierce, a dancer and a med student and a hot blonde, she just can't do that to me! Right, DJ?"
"Oh my sweet Jesus! It's Greg!" The four yelled at her. She just ignored them when another bunch of texts came invading her innocent phone again.
Rachel Berry:
Britt! You're on the radio now! Cool, right?
"I once went through her phone and found out that there are weird contacts name. Like Cafe Guy, Tall Man, Hot Chick, I mean, what is that? Her being too friendly is completely out of the line!"
She slammed her phone down, "Well, well, well, girls like that are a waste of time, Greggy. You should break up with her."
"What the fuck?" She said angrily. "Who the hell is that DJ Snix? What the hell is she saying?"
"Wow, she's tough." Said Mike.
"Her voice is so hot." Said Sam, getting a painful nudge in the stomach from Mercedes. "What?" Mercedes just gave her a death glare.
"Well, she's everyth-"
"How could she be your everything when she's just a big waste of your love? Look Greg, this Brittany girl has to know what she got, and she'll know that if you're gone!"
"Exactly!" Quinn agreed on the air.
"Dammit! Track that stupid 107.8 station, Tina!" She said, while still focusing on what DJ Snix had to say.
"This kind of people should learn a lesson, Greg. And you can teach her by doing what's right. Do you really want to suffer from her so-called harmless flirting, and suffer more when she finds someone better?"
"No."
When Tina got the location, she handed the instructions to her, and she got to the car, pulling Tina and Mercedes in it. She turned on the radio, and continued listening to DJ Snix and her boyfriend voicing their problem to other person than to her.
"Who the hell does DJ Snix think she is?" She questioned.
"That's the spirit boy! And who this Brittany girl thinks she is? Just another line to break, right? Well, I'm sorry. But you gotta make a decision. And whatever that maybe, playgirl Brittany has to accept. I'm pretty much sure you're way hotter than any of those people she flirts with, you'll probably find someone better."
She ran to the building and asked where the studio of 107.8 was. She rushed to the elevator, and clicked the 9th floor multiple times, but unfortunately some people were entering before the elevator's door closed. The elevator got crowded, and a one, clumsy man accidentally clicked to the other floors before 9th floor, so that meant getting there would take forever. So she ran out of the elevator and left Tina and Cedes, and took the stairs instead.
She was sweating, and at the same time, fidgeting nervously because she had to stop what that DJ has to say to her boyfriend. She couldn't break them up. That DJ who knew nothing couldn't break them up.
She got to 9th floor, and breathing heavily before asking where the room of the said station was. But before she could get to the studio, "I'm sorry, Brittany. But I think we need to cool this down. I'm tired. It's over." With that she sat down on the chair weakly, and put her face on her palms, as Fix You by Coldplay hummed the whole floor down. Anger was boiling in her chest, preventing her from doing something. She was so mad. So embarrassed. She felt like she had been humiliated on air in the whole goddamn New York. And she lost someone she loved.
But she stood up, and rushed to the door. Before anyone else could stop her.
"There you go. Right decision it is, Greg." Santana smiled proudly at herself, and high-five Quinn for such magnificent, awfully heart-breaking love problem she just solved. She played Fix You by Coldplay as she took her headphones off her head, and opened the door.
Brittany walked in the first door, and looked angrily around. Trying to find who DJ Snix was, just in time, Santana opened the door to their studio, still smiling at the DJ blonde who was shaking her head unbelievably. She winked and looked away, until someone got her attention.
"Are you DJ Snix?"