AN: Alright, I had this idea watching the new episode when Britt mentioned how Santana would find the girl of her dreams in New York, and so I decided to try and play this thought out. Brittana is endgame, along with side Faberry. And maybe something with Kurt, who knows. This will be partially Santana/OC until Britt graduates, so don't hate me, kay?
Well here goes nothing.
Glee belongs to RIB and fox.
singing is italiced son.
Santana had spent two weeks in New York and she'd already taken a great liking to the city. So far she'd gotten lost but that was her plan mostly. Find herself in New York by getting lost. And try and find a job. Her mom's money could keep her going for a while, but that would run out eventually. It was on her second week that she'd meet someone that would change her life from here on out.
Santana had just stepped of the subway when music hit her ears. She had become used to the street performers in the city, but there was something different about this. It was a heavy techno beat mixed with a song she had heard on the radio a few times. Following her ears Santana wandered towards the music. As she turned the corner the music got louder until she came upon a small crowd of people. Standing behind a makeshift soundboard stood a tall lean brunette. She was focused on the table in front of her, seemingly oblivious to the crowd around her. Her hands moved around gracefully and Santana felt herself drawn in closer by the music. It was then she noticed that everyone around her was swaying slightly or nodding their heads to the beat. They were all enraptured by the dj's sounds.
As she got closer Santana noticed the small smile on the older girls face. This girl had to be at least 20, maybe 21. And from what she could hear, she was good. Really really good. It was then the song transitioned to a song she knew well. It was a remix but Santana couldn't help but smile as the memories regarding this song sent her back to high school. Subconciously Santana licked her lips and began to sing along with the girls music.
All my people in the crowd
Grab a partner take it down!
It's me against the music
Uh uh
It's just me
Yeah, C'mon
Hey Britney? Are you ready?
It was kind of strange for Santana singing this song without Brittany, but it felt to good to stop. She started moving to the heavy bass the girl was adding to the song, losing herself in the music.
No one cares
It's whippin'my hair, it's pullin' my waist
To hell with stares
The sweat is drippin' all over my face
No one's there
I'm the only one dancin' up in this place
Tonight I'm here
Feel the beat of the drum, gotta keep it that bass
I'm up against the speaker, tryin' to take on the music
It's like a competition, me against the beat
I wanna get in the zone, I wanna get in the zone
If you really wanna battle, saddle up and get your rhythm
Tryin' to hit it chic-a-tah
In a minute I'm a take a you on, I'm a take a you on
Hey, hey, hey
All my people on the floor
Let me see you dance
Let me see ya
All my people wantin' more
Let me see you dance
I wanna see ya
All my people round and round
Let me see you dance
Let me see ya
All my people in the crowd
Let me see you dance
I wanna see ya
Santana hadn't realized that she was singing loudly now and moving to the beat, causing a few people to back up from her and watch as she and and the dj continued to spin. The dj, was still oblivious.
So how would you like a friendly competition
Let's take on the song
It's you and me baby, we're the music
Time to party all night long
We're almost there
I'm feelin' it bad and I can't explain
My soul is bare
My hips are movin' at a rapid pace
Baby feel it burn
From the tip of my toes, runnin' through my veins
And now it's your turn
Let me see what you got, don't hesitate
I'm up against the speaker, tryin' to take on the music
It's like a competition, me against the beat
I wanna get in the zone, I wanna get in the zone
If you really wanna battle, saddle up and get your rhythm
Tryin' to hit it chic-a-tah
In a minute I'm a take a you on, I'm a take a you on
Hey, hey, hey
All my people on the floor
Let me see you dance
Let me see ya
All my people wantin' more
Let me see you dance
I wanna see ya
All my people round and round
Let me see you dance
Let me see ya
All my people in the crowd
Let me see you dance
I wanna see ya
Santana was now full out belting out the song, singing both parts without a care in the world. She was lost in the music and she let it work her body, spinning her and twirling her as it pleased. She hadn't felt like this since she was actually in glee club. She Missed this feeling.
Get on the floor, baby lose control
Just work your body and let it go
If you wanna party, just grab somebody
Hey Britney
We can dance all night long
It was then the dj noticed the Latina dancing to her music. The dj's smile widened a bit as she slid one headphone back so she could hear the girl over her loud speakers. Her eyes widened as the girls powerful pipes hit her. Whoa. This girl was incredible. And the way she moved…Damn. The dj's eyes were glued to the dancing girl, along with the even lbigger crowd they had drawn. The dj quickly slid her headphone back into place to try and give the girl her full attention musically. Her smile widened as the girl kept up easily, dancing faster and faster. This girl was good.
Hey Britney, you say you wanna lose control
Come over here I got somethin' to show ya
Sexy lady, I'd rather see you bare your soul
If you think you're so hot, better show me what you got
All my people in the crowd, let me see you dance
C'mon Britney lose control, watch you take it down
Get on the floor, baby lose control
Just work your body and let it go
If you wanna party, just grab somebody
Hey Britney
We can dance all night long
All my people on the floor
Let me see you dance
Let me see ya
All my people wantin' more
Let me see you dance
I wanna see ya
All my people round and round
Let me see you dance
Let me see ya
All my people in the crowd
Let me see you dance
I wanna see ya
All my people in the crowd, let me see you dance
C'mon Britney take it down, make the music dance
All my people round and round, party all night long
C'mon Britney lose control, watch you take it down
When the song ended Santana was out of breath. She'd poured her heart into that performance and she blushed slightly as the crowd around herself and the dj-girl clapped ecstatically. Several people placed money in the case sitting in front of the dj's table and she thanked them as a few people told Santana how good she was. Santana just smiled and thanked them, deciding not to be a total diva in front of these randoms. She was Santana Lopez. Of Course that impromptu performance was banging. The dj was quickly unplugging her equipment as the crowd dispersed. Turning towards her, Santana walked over.
"That was a really good beat you were spinnin'." The girl stiffened before turning around, standing up straight. Holy shit, Santana thought, this girl is majorly tall. Britt would feel short next to her. With long blonde-brown hair that hung just a bit past her medium sized breast the girl quirked an eyebrow up. She had her huge headphones around her neck and had placed a weathered black Zoo York flat bill on her head.
"You've got guts to join in on someone else's performance. You must be new. Well, at least you didn't suck. You actually made me a few extra bucks, so I guess thanks for that." Santana's eyes widened. No One talked to her like that, but before she could cut this stranger down with her vicious words, the girl had turned back to the make shift table and bent over. Santana's eyes were immediately drawn to a very nice ass enclosed in baggy guy jeans that were slung quite low on the tall girls waist, that exposed a cute pair of Joe Boxer's. Santana felt her mouth go dry. The hell? This girl had left her speechless. An occurrence that had never happened to Santana. Standing back up the girl turned and sighed. "Still here? What, do you want some of the money? Here take it. I don't give a rat's ass. But you should probably split before those cops over there decide they want to move us. They don't take to kindly to permit less bohemians and their Esmeralda look-a-like gypsy girls." Santana's eyes widened as she looked behind her to see two NYPD uniforms start moving their way. Santana turned back to the girl, but caught only a glimpse of her back as the girl shrugged on a backpack and started booking it towards the exit.
"Hey! Wait the hell up!" Santana grabbed the box of money the girl had left behind and sprinted after her. She barely caught up to her, she moved fast for a person with at least 20lbs of equipment on her back. When she finally reached her Santana grabbed the back of her hoodie and pulled hard, whipping the girl around.
"What the hell! Seriously, Shorty, you are Still following me? Are you like a crazy stalker? Take the money and go!" Santana shook her head vigorously, shoving the box into the girls hands.
"I'm not stalking you asshole, I wanted to give you back your money. Santana Lopez doesn't take charity." The taller girls eyes widen as she watched the small Latina start to walk away. Oh what am I doing?
"Hey, do you…do you wanna sing with me again?" Santana stopped in her tracks, turning slightly, and cocking her eyebrow confidently. The brunette froze. This girl really was beautiful. And that ass….
"Maybe. Where?" The dj-girl shrugged.
"Same place, same time?" Santana nodded.
"Alright, I'll see you there." The girl nodded and smiled fully, a crooked smile that made Santana's heart skip slightly, something it hadn't done since...
"Yes you will, Santana Lopez." The girl began to walk off and Santana realized she didn't even know her name.
"Wait! What's your name, dj-girl?" The girl chuckled, turning a bit; hands stuffed in her jeans pockets.
"It's Ren. Ren McWolfen." Santana smiled softly. The strange name fit this beautiful girl in front of her.
"See you tomorrow, Ren." With a nod Ren walked off, slipped her headphones on and disappeared down an alleyway as Santana got a text from Rachel asking where she was. Santana walked home, a small smile on her features. This Ren McWolfen had made her feel more alive than she'd felt since arriving in New York.
Well how'd that go? Please review! and of course read my other story Orphans, Stars, and High School Teachers. That is my baby, and will probably be updated more than this, this was purely a spur of the moment thing cause I want to get my Brittana angst out (:
anyway, you're beautiful and super wanky for reviewing! ;D
~Noah