A/N: Just another story sorry if it sucks. Like i said in the summery the story is better than than the summery. Brittana and Faberry.
Yes, i do own Glee. Well i do in my head, yeah i'm screwed up so what? I know you all wish you owned Glee too. Haha. No but seriously I don't own Glee, But i do own a Adele CD is that equally as good?
Brittany's Pov.
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. First of all I have this killer hangover from yesterday at one of mike's parties and could hardly get out of bed let alone go down stairs and get a glass of water, but I did and that's when the bad luck starts. I see a mouse as big as Texas (Okay maybe I exaggerated a bit. Alright maybe I exaggerated a lot and the mouse was like as big as a golf ball. But it's still a mouse!) and dropped the glass that made a big mess in the kitchen, and a loud shatter echo in my head. It hurt like a bitch.
Then, I went jogging and Rachel called and told me I got the job as a choreographer in NY Holliday studio. And I was so ecstatic that I wasn't looking where I was going and bumped into someone. Yeah, no I know what you're thinking that, 'That isn't that bad' but our heads head butted and that also hurt like a bitch. I'm pretty sure I have third tit on my forehead. So when I was trying to get off the ground a pair of arms wrapped around me and a disgusting scent of cologne floated in my nose and I almost gagged.
When I turned around to face this man I saw the cheesiest one-sided grin in my life. And to top it all off he wasn't even looking at me he was looking at my sports bra with these googly eyes that gave me the creeps. I just wanted to punch him so hard.
When I finally got him to leave me alone, with a threat I told him that may or may not concern his balls and him not being able to use them ever again because of my foot, I looked down to grab my phone but it was broken and ugly looking and I just wanted to punch the guy in his face for this. (Nope I'm not blaming myself even though I was the one who ran into him but still he broke my phone). So I just picked up my Sims card and left, seething with rage.
I flopped down on the couch when I arrived at home and turned on the TV. After about 30 minutes of TV someone knocked on the door. (I know it's Rachel cause she has this weird knock where she makes a 'Don't Rain on my Parade' beat.)
I walk to the door and trip on the carpet causing me to hit my head on the little key table by the door. "Shit" I open the door and greeted by Rachel Berry rushing in my door in a frantic state.
"Rach, you okay?" I ask amused as to why she was acting this way.
"Britt! I came as soon as I heard!"
"Heard what?" I asked confused.
"Oh yeah forgot I came over to tell you the news, oh silly me I can't believe I just did that it was kind of-"
"Rach, tell me the news"
"Oh, right okay so mike told me he made his choreographing job too, so he got a call from holly and she said he has to sing also, and you know he isn't the greatest singer-"
"Rachel! Tell me why you're over here" I said grinning.
"Okay holly says you also have to sing cause you signed up for the dance plus sing class."
"No I didn't" I said confused I know I didn't sign up for a singing class.
"Yes you did see" she said pulling out a paper from her bag.
"This is my resume, um why do you have it?"
"Never mind that read it!" she exclaimed.
"You are sighing up four a dance plus S class, Rach it doesn't say I have to sing anywhere on here" I say handing it back to her.
"Yes it does see? Dance plus S class, the S stands for singing holly said she hired a dyslexic kid to type the signup sheets that's why they spelled 'signing' and 'for' wrong she said something about it being cheaper or something like that"
"Okay so why are you all like this my singing's fine." I waved my hands around her body when I said this.
"Britt your not the best singer in the world"
"I know Whitney Houston is or maybe Beyonce" I ponder on that thought until Rachel interrupts it.
"Um no offense Britt but no one beats Barbra, as I was saying you don't have a voice that rings uh bells? No um people's attention? Yeah I'm going to go with that. You don't have a voice that rings people's attention." She said pondering if she said it right, she's going to go with a yes.
"Did you just say in your own little way that I suck?" I ask a little offended no, a lot offended.
"Uh, no not exactly I mean you don't suck especially not literally b-but um you could use some help in that area" she said stumbling over her own words.
Right now I have a scowl on my face and a disbelieving mind, telling me she did not just say that.
"Okay I get it, you think I'm horrible at singing that's how good of a friend you are?" I said playing with her.
"What! No, no I don't but you could use some help is all. You know I can happily teach you, I am a great singer after all, and my dreams of being on Broadway are only a corner away."
"Yeah no way Rach your kind of impulsive and impatient I don't want you in my ear yelling about every little thing." I say thinking about the last time I let her taught me. I shuddered.
"I have you know that I am a very great teacher and if I say so myself I have all the patience in the world."
I roll my eyes and sit on the couch she has as much patience as I have cats and I only have one cats but he is big, you know what just forget what I just said.
She huffed seeing me not giving up. "Okay, hmm I think I know someone, okay I personally don't know her but I have heard Tina talk about her saying she was an excellent teacher, and I think she's in the phone book. Britt? Where's yours?"
I point to the dining room table. She grabbed it then strolled back over to me.
"Okay, her last name is Lopez. I can't remember her first but I think it's exotic. Okay….just have to look through the musician teachers….then the Lopez's…and….here we are. Santana Lopez, age 21, it says here she teaches all things singing I can too but somebody won't me help them." She finished but I wasn't listening I was too busy watching 'Wow Wow Wubbzy' omg I love wubbzy, that little yellow thingy is just awesome.
"Britt? Britt? Are you listening? If you don't want me to teach you then you should go to her cause she seems like a good teacher."
She knocked me outta my happy thoughts with the hand wave she did in front of my face.
"Unless you changed your mind and decided to let me teach you?"
"Eh…..neh, let me see…..it doesn't have a picture of her"
"Why do you need a picture, all you need to do is learn your vocal exercises and ranges and etc., why would you need a picture?"
"To see if she's hot, Duh." I say with a grin.
"Oh wow Britt very mature of you why have the lessons if your just going to stare at the teacher the whole time?"
"This is another reason why I didn't want you as my teacher cause your hot but not I'd fuck you hot, to me" I say teasing her.
"I know because if that did occur it would be extremely weird and not right cause we are best friends that grew up together. And we can't risk that." She finished with a blush
"Plus I doubt she's hot she's a singing teacher you and Tina recommended you two don't usually go for looks." I said chuckling.
"Well yeah maybe, just write down her address and stuff and schedule an appointment so she isn't surprised."
"Yes mom" I say teasing her again.
She rolls her eyes. I pick up the phone and dial the number from the book and it almost immediately picks up.
"Hi this is Santana Lopez's manager how may I help you?" an almost angel like voice says it's scary how soft this girls voice is.
"Um yes I want to schedule an appointment for singing lessons"
"What kind?" she asks me.
Shit. I don't know what kind of lessons I want.
"Rachel!' I whisper with my hand on the speaker of the phone.
"What?" she said picking her head out of the 'People' magazine in her hand.
"What kind of lessons do I need?" I say in a hurry in a hushed tone.
She stands up and takes the phone out of my hand.
"Hello yes I'm here I will need all of the lessons to be taught to me….okay….thanks….really?… Thank you! Okay bye."
"Um what was that I don't need all the lessons!" I say feeling hurt.
"I know, I just didn't know what kind of lessons you needed either."
"Ooookay? What did she say at the end that made you all happy?" I say curiously.
"Oh she said I had a wonderful voice on the phone. That's nice isn't it? But anyway your scheduled to go on Friday 12 am think you can do it?"
"What you mean get up at 12 am? No but I'll try."
"Okay you got a big day ahead of you don't mess it up cause if you mess up I mess up and I can't look like a fool cause my best friend can't hit a note right got it?" she said serious but joking at the same time.
"Yes mom"
"Okay now clean this place up it looks like mice can live here and I know how afraid you are of mice."
And with that she left. Mice do live here. That's why I have Lord Tubbington.
"I'm not afraid of mice!" I mumble to myself. A mouse rushed past the carpet by the coffee table.
I let out a terrifying squeal. That doesn't prove anything! And where the hell is Lord Tubbington when you need him!