Santana's POV:
You always thought of yourself as a city girl. You just like how everything is always moving, cars, people, billboards, everything. You like how people are minding their own business, just doing their thing. They always seem so busy, some in a rush, some walking on sunshine for unknown reasons to you but you like the dynamic of it. You like everything so much that you can't really understand why you feel so lost. You have ambition, that's why you moved to LA and you are going to work your ass off to get what you want. But the thing is, when you got on that plane you were so sure of what you wanted, to pursue your dreams as an actress and singer, to be…
"Sorry I am so late, or am I early? I don't really know but I'm sorry anyways" says the girl in a rush while grabbing a seat in front of you. She interrupted your train of thought and you couldn't be gladder because you don't really know where that was going or where did it come from. The girl is in fact late but you don't really care, you're just glad to see her. You used to wait an hour and a half for your dinner at that Italian restaurant back home but you secretly loved it as it was merely an excuse to stare at those bright blue eyes that, most of the time, sat a booth away from you. Difference is, right now, they're staring right back at you.
"It's okay Britt, I know how busy you've been lately" you say and you try to hide the bitterness behind it because honestly you don't know where that came from. You weren't lying to yourself, you really don't care that she's late, but perhaps you do care about the fact that she has been late to your daily meetings all week. But you do understand that the girl is enrolled in one of the best dance academies in LA and with that comes sacrifices and responsibilities.
"I'm really sorry San" says the girl who knows you better than anyone and exactly because of that, she's reading you and you can already see her face dropping. You won't let it happen, you really are glad to see her and she got here, just to be with you, that's what matters.
"How was school today?" you ask her enthusiastically.
"Awesome. We are learning this new choreography that is so Britney meets Gaga. I think Kurt would've loved it. Anyways, my friend is having a hard time with it so I stayed with her after class to help her out and in return she promised she would sing a concert to Lord Tubbington the fourth" says the girl in front of you with that glow she gets when she's talking about things that make her happy like dancing and her cat Lord Tubbington. But you can't help but shift inside at the mention of that friend. Brittany has been mentioning her all week and she always has that smile on when she's talking about things that involve her. Of course, that gorgeous smile is not the problem. The friend, well you're not sure you can say the same.
"Why would you want that girl to sing a concert to Lord Tubbington?" you ask even though you know it's not a good idea to get into it.
"Because she has a beautiful voice and Lord Tubbington likes beautiful things" is her reply and you recall that it was not a good idea to get into the topic but you definitely weren't expecting to hear those words coming out of Brittany's mouth. You know you have no right to be jealous but you are. You feel your instincts burning up. How are you supposed to sit in front of the girl that you have loved forever and listen to her go on and on about someone else and in top of that call that someone beautiful. Right. In. Your. Face. You know there's only one thing to do.
"So, when will I get to meet your new friend?" you say relaxed and casual, as if you weren't just now having a mental rage attack. But you really want to behave. The last thing you want is to lose Brittany, again. You are not planning on using your tactics to scare the girl away from Brittany just like you've done with basically everyone that gets too close to her. You just want to meet the girl and see what she's up to because Brittany is so pure that you live in fear of someone hurting her. Not in your watch they won't.
"Well, in fact we have plans tonight" says Brittany and you swear you can hear your vein popping out.
"Tonight? Where to?" you say and this time you really have to focus to maintain that relaxed tone.
"You know that karaoke bar just in front of the academy…"
"Perfect. I'll be there" you interrupt because if you don't make an exit soon, you probably will go on a rant about how you don't want Brittany to go out with someone else. Someone that isn't you.
"Oh, and I'll bring someone. If that's not a problem with you" you say and you instantly regret it. Your last hope is that the girl in front of you shows you some mercy and tells you that is not okay to bring someone. But you know her better than that, she's too pure to understand that you just tried a very, extremely weak move to make her jealous.
"Of course. Uhh. Soooo excited. Can't wait. I'll go home to get ready and I'll text my friend that you will be joining us" and with that Brittany stands up, gives you a kiss in the cheek and leaves basically skipping out of the coffee shop.
As you sit in the cab you just got on to get to your apartment you realize you have no idea who you're going to bring and why you tried to pull that move anyways. You recognize it was your instincts kicking in, the old you making its way onto your head once again. But you're not that manipulative insecure girl anymore.
As you enter your apartment and let the sigh in, you realize you just found the answer you were looking for. Your roommate is sitting in the couch with her headphones, she looks focused, calm and has no idea about what you're about to get her into. No, you're not that manipulative bitch anymore but you sure wouldn't know what to do if things don't go your way tonight and in fact you end up third wheeling the love of your life and her brand new girlfriend.
"Beca" you say as you kick out your shoes and take a seat in front of the girl.
"Beca" you try one more time aaaand… still no answer.
"ALT MIDGET" you yell this time.
"Jesus Christ, dude, why are you yelling and how long have you been sitting there?" Beca says a little too loud maybe because she must be going deaf with those huge earphones in her ears all the time or maybe because she wanted to return the gesture. Maybe a little bit of both.
"Chill, I just got here. And do you think I like to yell? But what am I supposed to do if you're always in that little mixing world of yours and can't hear shit. You know, I'm pretty sure I could make millions creating a new smurf based on you. Tiny and grumpy. Always escaping to a little utopia where he can create his mixes and save the world. With big ass headphones and shit"
"Please, don't be pretending like you don't like to yell. And if you do, in fact make millions out of that I will sue the fuck out of you for copy rights or unauthorized use of information or some other shit like that and then we will both be millionaires" Beca answers as she grabs an energy drink from the fridge and sits right in the spot she was before, minus the laptop and headphones.
"You got me. Yelling at people is actually one of my best abilities" you say and the brunette in front of you just shrugs in agreement. You think about the first time you had an interaction with Beca. You both had your own walls up beyond the roof and every single thing the other did, was a detonator. You couldn't stand her but you had realized a while ago that it was because the girl is so much like you. She says what she wants to say, whenever she wants to say it and you admire that. You two don't do small talk, you spend most of your time together cursing at each other and making fun of the other. It's a very relaxing dynamic for you. It feels comfortable, like you can always be yourself around her just as she is exactly who she is around you. These are some of the main reasons why she has become your closest and only friend, besides Brittany, here in LA. And that it's why you don't hesitate to ask her to go with you tonight.
"Look, I have this thing tonight…"
"A Brittany thing I suppose" she interrupts with a knowing smile, almost a smirk.
"Touché" you respond.
"Aaaand you're telling me this, why?" she asks eagerly.
"Because I need you to come with me" you respond.
"Wow, dude. I'm flattered, really, but threesomes aren't my kind of thing" she responds while faking to be insulted.
"You fucking midget. It's not for that. And, not at all the point but what are you? You fucking smurf. Threesomes are everyone's thing" you throw her.
"What do you need me for then?" she asks as she sips down the last of her beverage.
"Brittany has this new fucking friend that she won't shut up about and I'm just dying to meet her. But I can't go alone and look like a fucking loser who isn't over her ex. That would be like handing Brittany in a fucking silver plate to the bitch"
"Mhmm. Let me guess. You want me to go with you and pretend to be your friend and stand by your side all night long looking like a fucking stranded puppy. No thanks, I'll pass" she responds as she grabs her laptop to put it in her lap.
"You are my friend you bitch. What I may need you to pretend is to be a little more than that. But not too much. The last thing I want is for Brittany to think I have a thing for you" you say.
"Oh, so not only you want me to be miserable but you also want me to pretend to have a thing for you just so you can reject me. That sounds so fucking tempting. Can't wait" Beca says nonchalant while her eyes are glued to the laptop screen.
"Do this for me and I'll owe you one, a big one. And I don't owe many people favors" I plead, not remembering the last time I actually asked someone for help. I only ask for help from people who I trust and that list is very, very limited. Beca now looks at me with an interrogating look as if she's trying to read me and think about her answer at the same time.
"Ugh. What time?" she responds as she rolls her eyes.
"I think around eight would be fine" I answer.
"Fine. But just to be clear. This won't be one of those things where girl has to pretend to date girl for one night and they have such a great time that they suddenly realize they had been in love all alone and they live happily ever after, or at least as long as the credits roll, which is basically forever. That will never happen. I fucking hate you" she says to me and then she's pulling her headphones from her neck to her ears back again.
"So much for 'I hate teenage movies' you fucking hypocrite, I know what you're up to. And chill, alt girls aren't my type" you say although you're not sure if the girl in front of you is listening. You stand up to go to your room. As you're walking by the hall you hear Beca's voice distant but clear.
"Oh, and by the way. You are a fucking looser who isn't over her ex"