Santana and Brittany were breathing heavy with their eyes locked on each other in the overly packed theater. Their sexual tension could be felt from the people standing outside of the theater waiting to get inside. Brittany had full on eye contact with Santana after singing their epic duet at the famous Orpheum Theater in San Francisco. Santana's eyes were bloodshot from her crying throughout their heartfelt performance. Brittany wanted to hug her, wanted to kiss her for heaven's sake, but all she could do was look into those eyes. Those eyes that she once had a chance with. Her mind was wandering and she could hear her thoughts inside her head.
If this looks like we are so into each other…you are completely wrong. Well, at least half wrong. Because before this, me and Santana—we were together. Like officially, Ellen and Portia official. And before this duet, we were happy. Why this ended up this way, I can't seem to remember. I can't seem to believe it. All of our hard work, all of our drama. It all added up to this exact moment and this was supposed to be a happy moment, shit, this was supposed to be a milestone in our surreal relationship. But at this moment all I could think about was everything but happiness. All I could think about was how this gorgeous girl who was heads over heels in love with me, was no longer at my grasp. She wasn't...mine anymore. And I knew what to blame it on.
Nationals.
*A Few Weeks Earlier*
Mr. Schuester entered the noisy classroom filled with over-grown children who he had to believe were seniors already. Time does really fly by, he says to himself. He smiles and turns towards the white board grabbing the white board marker, uncapping it. He starts scribbling down big letters as the classroom started to quiet down.
"Mr. Schuester?" Quinn says, "If whatever you're writing on the board is what we're doing for Nationals—" She pauses after Mr. Schuester added a period to the two words he put up on the board. He was waiting for the complete and never-ending complaining of Quinn's sentence.
"—I am totally for it." She says surprisingly. Her smile matches Mr. Schue's and he looks back at the words he wrote.
Starcrossed Lovers was written in red ink.
Mr. Schuester walked towards the class, putting his fingertips together, to explain the approved words written on the board.
"Based on the epic romance of Romeo and Juliet, these two words defined who they were and who they were to become. Both of their lives were a tragedy filled with misconceptions and mayhem, but most of all, filled with their undying love for each other. I want the judges at Nationals to feel our tragedy. To feel everything we've been through. I want them to see our experience through the epic ballads of romance. Because I know our little club has experienced all sorts of that."
The group all laughed softly at the comment.
"This is our chance to be everything theatrical. I want our performance to be like a compact version of a broadway musical. This is our last chance guys and we have to make it count."
The club all clapped and celebrated in agreement. Rachel was standing up with a giant smile on her face, clapping her little heart out.
"I fully agree with this proposition, Mr. Schue. I, for one, suggest we have an over-the-top romantic duet to start off our little show. And I think Finn and I should do the duet."
"Oh, hell to the naw!" screams Mercedes, "If there be anybody who's starcrossed lovers here, it be Me and Sam. We are doing the duet together."
Sam looks at Mercedes with his dapper smile, as Mercedes blows kisses at him.
"Ugh, get a room." Puck says disgustingly. "Mr. Schue, I've got this duet in the bag. Lauren and I are gonna kill this sucker." He looks at Lauren winking, "This was meant for us, babe."
"Guys! Guys!" Mr. Schue says to try to calm the crowd down, "Yes, I was planning to have some opening duet for this particular show. And I predicted that this problem was gonna come up. So I'm gonna leave it up to the unspoken."
Mr. Schuester walks toward the end of the classroom towards two girls with linked pinkies.
"Brittany. Santana." He says looking at both of them. "I want you two girls to do the honor of opening for us for Nationals."
They both were in awe as with the rest of the club. Everybody was in complete shock at this quick decision Mr. Schuester made.
"I wanted you two to do the duet because you two deserve it." He pauses and takes a deep breath. "Santana—I know, a few months ago, it was hard for you to come up in front of the club and tell everybody that you were, together, with Brittany. It took courage and heart to do that. And I applaud you for that. I am so happy for you guys."
The room was still in silence as Mr. Schuester continued on with his speech.
"And to have this epic love that Romeo and Juliet had, they had to be willing to sacrifice and to be willing to put aside their own fears, in order to be with their other half. Doing whatever it takes to make your loved one happy is what 'starcrossed lovers' is all about. And I want the living story to be put up on that stage during Nationals."
The silence, then filled with clapping and whooping the names of Brittany and Santana. Santana, then held her hand up to motion the silence.
"I know, Britts and I are together and whatever now. But, Mr. Schue, I don't think I'm ready to go in front of a huge audience to confess my love to Britt. It was already scary enough in front of you guys and I don't want to be swinging my hips and belting out notes while I'm at it."
Mr. Schue's smile slowly turned into a frown.
"Well, I'm ready." Says Brittany.
Mr. Schuester and Santana are equally surprised. "Really you are?" they say together.
"Yeah." Brittany now faced Santana, with a serious look. "I know, Santana, that you aren't ready, but I want this to be our moment. I want us to shine, baby."
Santana couldn't resist the overly cute facial expressions Brittany gave when she was serious. She was in deep thought as the rest of the group anticipated her answer.
Santana exhaled a heavy sigh.
"Fine, babe. But just for you."
Brittany smiled and kissed Santana on the cheek sweetly. Everybody clapped with joy except for one certain boy in a wheelchair. Artie did not like this "star-crossed lovers" shit everybody was so excited for. He seemed to be the only one who was single besides Quinn. But Quinn accepted her independence and was proud of it; Artie on the other hand was in full disgust with his single status. He was dumped twice and he couldn't stand all this mushiness.
He then had a suspicious smile on his face. He was gonna do something about this shit. Everything was about to go down.