As If Love Were Enough (We do not own any of the Glee characters, or Glee for that matter)
Santana's PoV
My studio is really cold today. I've tried getting the heater fixed but that excuse for a "electrician" hasn't called back. It's pouring rain and the streets are not as crowded as they usually would. I'm exhausted but I've been sitting here trying to write a new song. Every time I look at the paper I get ideas but they are not coming together as I thought they would. When I woke up this morning I was happy. Inspired and shit. Now I'm just waiting and looking out the window hoping my paper writes itself.
This is what I got so far.
Evert time I look at your eyes
I can see your hand by my side
And when I look at your heart
I really don't want to go back
I know it has potential, I mean I wrote it, but there's something missing. Most of the lyrics of course but something is not quite there yet. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I'm so fed up with myself today, I can't even enjoy this rainy day which are my favorite ones. Yup, rainy days. I've made a total waste of my day off. I'm a bartender at "Azzardo" a hot one at it of course. I actually like my job except for the testosterone crazed McDonalds worshipper owner who make us wear black tank tops matched with short leather black pants as an "uniform" then again I have to give him some props because my boobs… well lets just say I'm the one who makes the most tips.
When my shift is over I go work at Starbucks. I did make sure that the boss of my other job didn't look like a total sumo Olympian championship winner. Sadly his nagging overpassed his Time Square sized canckles. I really don't mind having two jobs though. It's just for a few hours. It helps me with the groceries and stuff. At the end what I love the most is staying here. Sometimes I sleep, sometimes I sit right here in front of this glass wall. My studio is not a fancy place. It resembles my persona a bit more, cause of how unique it is. I have everything I need. I could be living in a big ass apartment in Manhattan but I'm still saving the money my mother gave me to follow my dream. I know I'll need this money someday so I'm trying to be as wise as possible.
Its not that I'm depressed you know, I'm just not in the mood for anyone's crap, as usual. It's been two years since the graduation. I'm pretty busy, In a good way. I have vocal range classes every Tuesdays and Thursdays. Can you imagine how my voice sounds now? If you can't then you need to get your hearing checked. Either way I still make a lot of time so I can do other things… you know I have needs and this Latina is not putting her other equally amazing talents to rest. I haven't been big on dating since Brittany and I broke up though, I guess it took me by surprise how things ended and all but I'm strong. I've always been strong so I got my skinny fine ass self together and moved on, I feel just fine now. Actually I've been handleling myself pretty freaking well in that department, like if that was a surprise. I haven't worked too hard to bring this on myself though, so I'm obviously missing myself a challenge. These girls I've had the past months have been too boring, regular or just plain out clingy. They're hot don't get me wrong, but you need a lot more than looks to deal and get this HBIC attention.
My life definitely needs to take a turn, I've been to comfortable doing the same things for a while now and that's just not how I'm used to doing things. I've been missing a few of my high school friends, except Puck, I could do with a much lower daily dose of him and his high self esteem. Either way it doesn't matter now, the past is in the past, nothing will get in between me and that singing career. Actually I'd be making people a favor, they'd be listening to actual good music for once and not that crap singers call music today.
I totally got out of focus, I guess I'm not writing anymore. I hate days like this, I never seem to get inspiration. So I'm probably getting up and doing some laundry and see if I can find my muse later on.
After a while I started doing the laundry, half way trough I got hungry and noticed it had stopped raining, so I went to grab a bite to eat and on the way back my phone buzzed with a text from Puck.
-My Lezbro, Puckasaurus needs your assistance at his awesome bikini ONLY party , hot babes drowned in vodka, need my wingman! Wont take no for an answer
-You're such a disgusting dick head, be here around 8 p.m
-LOL no need to get jelly theres a lot of Puck to go around ;) pick u up later babe
Once we finished texting I sat down on the bed and put my phone on the night stand, next to the lyrics. I think it's enough for today. I can write some more in the weekend. I walked in my closet trying to find something to wear and then came out, HOW IRONIC. I put the bikini on the bed and ran to the bathroom to take a shower. Once I got out I started getting dressed, I put some easy make-up on, and was almost ready to go.
Next to my bed I have this black board where I put all my important things. So I grabbed the paper with the lyrics on it from my night stand and pinned it on the board, seconds later my phone beeped.
-S bring your sexy ass down here
I took my purse and when I got to the car, I found a very amused Puck smirking.
"Damn babe, you really know how to get everybody's attention!"
"Like if that was unusual " I joked.
He gave me light punch in the arm and started to drive. Pucks parties are always awesome they remind me of the ones we used to have back in high school. Same stories, games and drama.
Today I want to have fun but I do not want to get wasted, cause one I work tomorrow and two bad shit happens when I get drunk at Pucks parties. But It's not like I haven't showed up hung over to work before so it's mostly the second one.
When we got to the party Puck went to the mini bar and got me a drink. His house was crowded. And I smiled when I watched him dance with three girls. Typical Puckasaurus in action. He lifted his finger and called me over. I denied his offer so he just kept on doing what we both know was going to end up good, for him.
The night went smoothly a couple of numbers were thrown my way but I refused them all. They were either too shallow, too common or too EH. When the party was over I went home, I was a little bit tipsy but I could manage. So I set my alarm clock, took a quick shower and got mentally prepared for the hard day that awaited me tomorrow… singing classes, plus two shifts. Fuck My. Life.
A/N: Next chapter Quinn's POV. Let us (me and my best friend) know if you guys prefer the first person story telling or if you would rather we write in third person. Hope you guys enjoy cause writing this was a bitch. lol