Hello everyone I'm back from my short posting break. I've been working on several requested pieces this being the first of them. Thanks to NayaRiveraSeiMia for giving me this prompt idea. I'm going to try and post at least every week.
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Santana wakes up with a smile on her face like she has every morning since arriving her in LA. She had been begging her parents for the last three years to let her spend the whole summer before her senior year in high school with her Aunt Gloria, Uncle Marcus and she can't stay at Sophia's apartment. With good reason her parents don't trust her and Sophia to be alone together for long periods of time as every time they're together they manage to get themselves into trouble.
Getting up she sighs, this is her last day here in California. Tomorrow at this time she'll be heading for the airport. She's not sure what she's going to do with her last day, but she wants to make it epic.
"Hey Tana," Sophia says walking in and plopping down on her bed.
"Hey Soph, any plans for the day?" Santana asks.
"Nope, all my friends have left for college and I've still got a month before I have to head back." Sophia sighs watching her little cousin pick out clothes. "What's your plan for the day?" she asks.
"I don't have any as of right now, but I want to have one hell of an amazing day." Santana happily says.
"Well do you want go out clubbing tonight my best friend can get us on the list at Number 64." Sophia says wanting to spend Santana's last day with her.
"Really?" Santana asks shocked that Sophia can get them into such a famous club.
"Yeah and we can go shopping for clubbing clothes." Sophia says jumping up.
"Okay first though I want some of your mom's famous pancakes that I'm smelling." Santana says.
They both head downstairs and into the kitchen to see Gloria making a huge plate of blueberry pancakes. Sophia tries to grab a pancake only to have her hand slapped.
"Ow mami," Sophia grumbles.
"Santana gets first dibs this is her last day with us." Gloria tells her daughter smiling at Santana as she hands her the plate. "So any plans for your last day here?" she asks Santana.
Sophia glances over Santana to see what she's going to say. She'll go with whatever she wants telling her mom their plans or not. Though personally she wouldn't tell the truth as she's sure her mom will not let Santana go.
"I'm going shopping with Sophia and later we might go dancing." Santana says cringing hoping her Aunt won't say no.
"Okay, it's your last day here just don't tell your mother I let you go." Gloria says smiling at Santana.
"Thanks Aunt Gloria." Santana says hopping up and hugging her Aunt.
"Really mami you wouldn't let me go dancing when I was seventeen." Sophia grumbles.
"That's because sweetie you are a wild child and would end up pregnant unlike Santana here who actually has a brain and uses it." Gloria jokes.
"Ha ha ha," Sophia says.
Santana smirks, but doesn't say anything in case her Aunt decides to change her mind. She really wants to go to this club.
"In all seriousness though girls I want you home by two and Sophia look after Santana if anything happens to her mom will kill me." Gloria tells them.
"I will,"
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"We look hot," Sophia says as they step out of the cab in front of Number 64.
"Damn right we do." Santana confidently says.
She sounds like her usual cocky, confident self, but on the inside she's nervous as hell. She maybe the hottest chick in all of Lima and heck Ohio, but this is LA. This is her first time in a big time club where she's likely to see a few big time celebrities and a bunch of small timers.
"Coz, don't worry so much we really do look hot and will fit in perfectly fine." Sophia says pulling her shirt down to show more cleavage.
"I've just only ever been to one club and it's not that great." Santana says pulling her dress down a bit to make sure it covers her butt.
"Well now when you get back to bumfuck Lima you can brag to all your friends that you went to Number 64 and meet some celebrities." Sophia says pulling Santana behind her to the bouncer.
Santana thinks that he could pick her up and snap her in two if he wanted. Which she guesses is what you want in a bouncer especially here in LA.
"Hey George, anyone good here?" Sophia asks stopping right in front of him.
"Not yet, but rumor is that Puckerman, Pierce and Wilde will be arriving later." George tells Sophia as she hugs him and slips him a fifty.
"Thanks Big G." Sophia says before remembering Santana. "This is my cousin Santana please make sure she doesn't leave without me?"
"Anything for you." George says nodding at Santana who gives him a soft smile.
Sophia drags Santana through the door into the crowded club. Completely unaware of how star struck her little cousin is as they just walked be Diana Agron.
Santana stares around the club as Sophia drags her to the bar. The dance floor is huge and packed with swaying bodies. They're bright flashing lights all over the floor, stage for a live band, DJ booth up on the second story small seating area the surrounds the dance floor looking down on it. The bar it's self is huge expanding the length of the back wall that has to be at least five hundred feet long. Looking around at the seating on this level that goes to the dance floor she spots several celebrities including Diana Agron who they just walked by.
"Okay Santana here's our booth." Sophia says leaving the bar with two long island ice teas and stepping in front of a booth with four other people. "Everyone this is my little cousin Santana. It's her last night here so be nice."
Santana blushes as the other four stare at her.
"Santana this is my best friend Abbey, her boyfriend Derek and our two gays Gary and Sean." Sophia says.
"Hi," Santana softly says giving them a small wave.
"OMG, you are just the cutest thing ever." Sean says pulling Santana down next to him.
Santana frowns she hates being called cute, she's not she's a badass.
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It took Santana an hour to get away from Sophia and her friends who had been annoying the crap out of her. Now she's sort of wandering around looking for someone hot and yet not too old looking or acting to dance with. She's just about to give up and head back to the booth of nightmares when someone walks straight into her knocking her completely on the ground.
"Fucking idiot," Santana grumbles sitting up ready to unleash Snix her alter-ego on whoever knocked her over when she looks up at their face and sees none other than Brett Pierce.
She stares up into the blue eyes of the movie star and most sought after choreographer slash dancer Brett Pierce. He's even more perfect in person with short blonde hair, deep blue eyes, a strong jaw line and perfectly buff body. She could literally just stare at him for hours.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there." Brett apologizes helping the drop dead gorgeous Latina he just knocked over up.
His day has just gone from mediocre to amazing. He needs and wants to dance with this woman who has a body to die for, soft looking pouty lips, a cute nose, wavy jet black hair and big brown soulful eyes. She's obviously young, too young to be here, but she's just too intriguing for him to care.
"Here let me at least buy you a drink for knocking you over." Brett says hoping she'll say her name.
"San….Sant-ana, my name's Santana." she stutters still awe struck that Brett Pierce is right in front of her talking to her.
"Well it's nice to meet you Santana, I'm Brett." he says even though he's pretty sure she knows who he is.
"I know you're amazing." Santana blurts out before blushing deeply.
"Thanks, you're really sweet." Brett says liking how shy she seems.
Santana blushes and ducks her head. She can't believe that she's talking to the Brett Pierce. Well more like he's talking to her since she's literally tongue tied.
"So what do you want to drink?" Brett asks as they approach the bar, blocking a drunk guy from knocking into Santana.
"A rum'n coke." Santana softly says loving how chivalrous he's being.
"Two rum'n cokes." Brett tells the bartender.
Once the bartender hands him the drinks, he gives the guy a fifty.
"Keep the change." he says.
"That was really nice of you." Santana says starting to feel more comfortable around Brett as he seems really normal.
"It only seems fair to help out those who are less fortunate then me even if it's just a few dollars to me it can make a huge difference in someone else's life." Brett says pulling out a chair for Santana to sit at a private two person table.
"You don't have to stay here with me. I don't want to keep you from your friends." Santana says hoping he'll stay.
"I'd rather stay here and get to know you Santana than hangout with my lame friends." Brett honestly tells her.
Santana blushes and looks away internally very happy that Brett wants to get to know her of all people.
"So Santana why are you here at this club tonight?" Brett asks smiling at her.
"It's my last night in LA and my cousin knows the owner or something. I wanted to do something fun." Santana tells him. "What about you why are you here today?" she asks hoping she's not over stepping any boundaries.
"My friends wanted to come and dragged me with them." Brett says super glad he decided to come. "So Santana do you dance?" he asks.
"Not really I prefer to sing." Santana says not wanting to embarrass herself in front of him.
"Please dance with me." Brett asks standing up and holding his hand out.
"Okay," Santana softly says taking his hand.
Brett wraps his arm around her as they head out to the dancer floor. He doesn't anyone to bump into her. She swoons at how gentlemanly he's being.
Once they're on the dance floor he spins her so she's facing him and puts his hands on her waist. Tentative she wraps her arms around his neck as they start dancing together. She's amazed that she's dancing with Brett Pierce.
"You're a very good dancer." Brett yells over the music.
"Thanks," Santana shouts blushing.
"Very good," Brett whispers in her ear as she starts to really loosen up.
As Santana gains confidence her dancing improves and her rhythm with Brett improves. He pulls her closer to him keeping in time with the music. He normally hates dancing with women who aren't professional dancers, but something about this Latina makes him enjoy it. With her he'd dance any time any place. He's so thankful he literally ran into her.
They continue to dance together for two hours before Brett notices that Santana's wincing. Looking down he notices for the first time that she's wearing five inch stilettos. Without speaking he leads her off the dance floor over to the now empty VIP section.
"Here sit," Brett says helping her in the booth.
"Thanks Brett," Santana says hardly able to believe how nice he's being to her.
"Those shoes look like they hurt a lot." Brett says wanting to massage her feet, but not wanting to step over a boundary.
"I'm used to it though they are a little sore from all the dancing. I didn't plan on dancing really at all." Santana says wondering if he could get any more perfect.
"Kick them off and put your feet on my lap I'll massage them if you want." Brett tells her.
Yep even more perfect now Santana thinks as she kicks off her shoes and puts her feet on his lap. He starts massaging her feet focusing on them missing the look of love and adoration on Santana's face.
"Wow….god god right there…..you're really good at this." Santana moans loving the massage.
"Having danced my whole life I've had and given a ton of foot massages." Brett says smiling up at her.
"Have you danced longer than you've acted? I know you did some TV shows and small parts in movies as a child." Santana asks.
"Honestly my mom says I started dancing when I was three and that lead to me getting acting jobs starting when I was six." Brett explains.
"So would you consider yourself a dancer who acts or an actor who dances?" Santana asks wanting to know more about him than what she can find on Wiki.
"I'd have to say a dancer who acts. I love dancing and being a choreographer a bit more than acting, but the last few years I've been in such a high demand in the acting world that I haven't gotten to dance as much as I'd like." Brett tells her feeling like he can open up to her. "Just don't tell anyone, no one knows that I prefer dancing." he jokes.
"Quiet," Santana says kicking at him.
He easily catches her foot.
"Though my next project I get to dance." Brett happily says resuming massaging Santana's feet. "So what do you do?" he asks.
Santana momentarily freezes as she tries to think of what to say. Luckily for her though right then Sophia appears.
"Santana I've been looking everywhere for you. We have to go now to make it back in time." Sophia says grabbing at Santana's arm as she tries to get her shoes back on.
"Bye," Santana says as Sophia drags her away not even noticing Brett.
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