Chapter 1: Asian Persuasion
Santana clocked out of her job at Best Buy and walked out the store. Her job was okay in her opinion. Sure it wasn't the most glamorous thing in the world. But what did you expect from a 24 year-old who didn't stay in college.
As she walked across the street she could vaguely hear the song "Baby" by Justin Bieber being played. She chuckled softly as she found herself singing along. Street performers were fairly common in Los Angeles. This guy was really good though poor song choice but none the less rather nice.
When she got to her apartment she heard Mike, her roommate, and best friend, Blaine's laughter. Santana could've sworn he lived across the hall.
" Why are you always in my apartment?" The latina scolded playfully.
" I really don't have an answer for that." The dark haired boy responded. She rolled her eyes incredulously.
" Hi, Santana!" Mike greeted from the kitchen.
" Hey, Mikey!" She chuckled. She wandered over to behind the very expensive sofa her Mami got them.
" So, whatcha watching?"
" TMZ... again." Blaine answered sheepishly. Santana groaned extremely loudly.
" Oh my God. You know I hate that show with a passion. It's an invasion of privacy, and quite frankly a waste of air time."
" Whatever... Oh, how 'bout this?" Blaine asked excitedly.
Mike walks over to the couch and takes a seat. Santana immediately cuddles herself into his side. Despite being a raging homosexual, she can appreciate a good dude cuddle once or twice. Blaine and Mike are oddly very comfortable. They ended up watching The X-Factor. Santana shifted uncomfortably when the Asian boy screeched with excitement.
" You two should tryout or audition or Whatever, but you should do it!"
"Umm, I don't know Mikey, you really think we sound that good?" The brunette asked indifferently. Mike nodded his head vigorously. Santana laughed.
"Okay, don't hurt yourself, Chang. Blaine?"
"I don't have anything else to do."
The duo walked out into the well lit stage nervously. Blaine with his guitar in hand and Santana trailing behind.
"Hello" Simon Cowell greeted. They waved back to him.
" What's your name and where are you from? I need to start drinking some of that water because you two are gorgeous." Kelly Rowland explained. The audience laughed.
"Well, thank you but you don't need any of that water." Today Blaine decided to kiss ass. Santana rolled her eyes playfully.
" Aww, flattery will get you everywhere." Kelly accepted.
" So, I'm Santana, this is my best friend, Blaine. We are originally from oakland, but we moved to L.A. a few years ago. And, we will be singing 'Somebody That I Used To Know'." The crowd let out a cheer.
Blaine started to strum.
Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But I felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And said that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And it feels so rough
Suddenly the music was cut off the whole room was silent. The duo took in sharp breaths.
"That was great guys!" They breathed out simultaneously. Relieved.
" I'm sure that was four yes'." The crowd cheered. They were able to walk off the stage with a new found confidence.
Blaine started to jump excitedly.
"Oh my god, call Mike."
"Already on it." Mike picked up on the second and a half ring.
"Mikey, we made it!" A girlish scream pierced all six ears.
"Hey, Britt." Blaine said. Santana smiled.
"And the winner is, Blaine and Santana!" The crowd roared. They deserved it they had sung their asses off on that stage like, 5 minutes before.
For Santana after that everything was kind of blurry. She remembered taking off her flannel shirt that matched Blaine's and high-fiving him. But everything else happening around or to her went by pretty quickly.
This was going to be quite the ride.
Blaine and Santana were sitting on the latter's couch trying to figure out what to do next. They hadn't really done anything since the finals of X-Factor.
"What do you want to do?" Blaine asked tiredly.
The latina wondered for bit and then came up with the perfect idea, to herself at least. Tattoos. Santana smiled.
"Oh, I know."
They soon found themselves at a tattoo parlor placed in downtown L.A. Apparently it was one of the better ones in the city. Of course better meaning more expensive and snobbier.
Santana had always wanted a tattoo. She just never got around to doing it. That may sound like an excuse, but it definitely isn't. She's Santana Veronica Lopez! Bitch don't get scared. You get scared of bitch. That sounded a lot better in her head. No it didn't. Anyway, she literally was always busy doing things or...people to not have time to get one. This seemed as good a time as any. When asked why, answer why not, right?
Blaine was staring at a vast wall of ideas and photos of other body ink enthusiast's tattoo designs. He found a particularly interesting one on a girl probably a couple years younger than him. It was of the inside of her forearm. In perfect cursive seemed to be what looked like song lyrics. The boy smiled.
"I want this one." Santana walked up to where her best friend was standing. She looked at the photo and smiled also.
"We should get matching ones. We can get that one but the song lyrics to 'Somebody That I Used To Know', sense it's the song we performed for our audition. Then we can get pride flags on our wrists because we're just that gay!" The latina a finished with a look of pure excitement. Blaine looked at her and chuckled.
"Okay, I guess we can do that."
"Yay!"
"But are those two all you want? I mean we are badass. Go big, or go home. Am I right? " Santana raised a dark eyebrow and smirked.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
Blaine only nodded.
"SLEEVES!" They screeched in unison.
"So, what can I do for you lil, lady?" A big, burly, and bald (kinda, he had tattoos for his scalp coverage) asked Santana as she slid into the chair next to him. She could see Blaine across from her. He almost looked...scared. She chuckled at him.
"Well, me and my invertebrate of a friend, want sleeves." She said stoically. The tattoo artist looked at her incredulously.
"You sure?"
"Hell yeah, I'm sure!" She glared. He stared at her for a minute then gave up. He sighed.
"Well, unless you plan on staying here the whole day and maybe a couple more I can't do all of your arm at once."
"That's okay, I do have somewhere to be in about," She looked at the clock on the dingy dark wall. "three hours."
The artist nodded. "I can get about from your shoulder to just above the elbow. After today just come back in whenever you want to keep going and get it finished." The brunette nodded.
"So what exactly did you want, little lady?" She smirked.
Santana woke up to someone shaking her violently. She slowly opened her eyes. Blaine was standing over her. She was still in the tattoo parlor. She also still felt the very slight stinging of the needle being pressed to her arm. He was almost done though. Nothing else seemed out of place, so what the fuck was Blaine's problem!?
"Can I help you? " The latina deadpanned.
"Check this out." The dark haired boy continued to shove his tablet into Santana's face.
She pressed play on a YouTube video with an impressive amount of views. She was surprised to find that it wasn't a cute cat video like all the things Blaine showed her. She'd be lying if she'd said she wasn't a tiny disappointed. When a cover "band" popped up into view.
A mohawked boy on drums and blonde boy playing electric guitar were singing Panic! At The Disco's 'Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off' in what looked like a cleared out garage. They were pretty damn good to be honest.
Blonde Mohawk
Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So I guess we're back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus
In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?
( Let's pick up, pick up )
"Woah."
"I know they're good right? I was just scrolling through my Twitter feed when I saw that. Their names are Sam and Puck they've been posting videos like that for a while now." Blaine explained. He loved his social media. It was really starting to be a problem.
"Well, that's about all I can do for now, little lady. " The artist interrupted them. The latina looked down at her arm it was a little bit puffy but still cool.
She had a red star like The Winter Soldier on her upper shoulder. A dragon inching around that. A dusky shaded rose, Blaine's name, X-Factor logo, a roaring tiger, the lyrics, more superheroes logos (what she really likes superheroes), heart with arrow running through it, and lastly Sideshow Bob for no apparent reason.
They got up thanked and paid. They had a meeting with the recording company they were a tad late for.
The duo met their manager Emma and got started.
"Okay, I have one word for you pop-rock." Emma started. Santana raised her hand.
"Uh, that's two words. "
Emma ignored her."Santana, you, lead singer and guitarist. Blaine, guitarist. Eh, we need more people. You know anybody who can play drums, and guitar/bass whilst singing and bouncing around on a stage for a long period of time. Preferably, blonde and a alternative haircut." Man, this woman was picky, scary, and somehow said that really fast. They liked it.
The duo smirked deviously.
"Yeah, we may 'know' a couple." They said at the same time again. They really needed to stop doing that. It was starting to get creepy.
People have preconceived notions of a lot of things. Races, gender, and lots of others. These are called stereotypes. Misconceptions if you will. They can be good, bad, correct, and terribly wrong.
But one thing's for sure. They will follow you one mistake at a time... But, Fuck Society.
These are...
The Misconceptions Of Rock N' Roll.