AN: First attempt at fanfiction. Please be gentle. I do not own Glee

In Manhattan's Upper East Side, Santana Lopez was getting ready for her parents' annual brunch for their charity foundation. Even though Santana could think of a hundred other things she'd rather be doing, she sucked it up because that was what was expected of her. In the Upper East Side there was only one rule, you live up to your family name no matter what. Of course Santana didn't always live up to the family name. Four years ago, when Santana was eighteen, she came out to her parents, they accepted it and promised to love her no matter what, but rumors fly very quickly among Manhattan's elite, and before long everyone knew. Santana's abuela on the other hand, believed that she had tarnished the Lopez name and would have preferred that Santana kept it a secret. She hasn't spoken to her abuela since. So while Santana would give anything to not have to attend today, she does it for her parents because she knows that being gay is not something they wanted for her, and she figures that the least she can do is show her support for the Lopez family charity.

As Santana was putting the finishing touches on her makeup, her best friend and roommate Quinn Fabray stumbled into their penthouse looking flushed and exhausted.

"Quinn is that you?" Santana called from her bedroom, wondering if her friend had finally decided to return from her boyfriend's love nest.

"Yeah it's me, who else were you expecting?" Quinn asked. Slipping out of heels and heading down the hall to Santana's room.

"I don't know you could've been my mother, making sure I was up and getting ready for this brunch."

"Oh crap, I forgot about that!" Quinn knew that as a Fabray, she had to make an appearance to support the Lopezes or she would never hear the end of it from her own parents.

"I figured you did. You should get ready though, my mother is sending a car at 10:30, and it's already 9:45." Santana said, and Quinn turned and headed out of her room to head to her shower. "And make sure you cover up those hickies!" Santana called after her, smirking.

"Oh shut up Santana!"

Santana smiled to herself and headed for her closet to hunt down the perfect pair of heels to match her dress.

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Meanwhile in Brooklyn, Brittany groaned as her alarm went off, signaling she had to get up to teach her morning dance classes. Brittany shut her alarm off and stood up and stretched. Heading for the shower she noticed that her roommates Rachel and Kurt had already left for their early morning shift at the diner. Brittany groaned again when she realized that after teaching her dance class she had to work and afternoon shift at the diner.

Brittany loved dancing, and was hoping to one day become a big time choreographer, but she figured she had to start somewhere, and luckily she found a studio where her talents were needed. However, teaching dance to kids didn't pay much so Brittany picked up the diner job to help make ends meet, and she was even thinking about finding a bartending gig. Manhattan wasn't cheap, and Brittany wanted to do everything she could to pay her own way.

Brittany finished showering, changed into her dance clothes and headed out the door with her dance bag in hand. She headed for the subway so she could start her trek into Manhattan. As she reached the platform her phone buzzed in her bag. Swiping her phone open she saw it was a text from Rachel.

Kurt and I wanted to go to the open mic at Puckerman's. Do you want to come?

She typed out a reply.

Sure sounds like fun! What time?

We were thinking around 9? Does that work?

That's perfect! See you at the diner later!

Bye Britt!

Brittany smiled, happy to have plans for her Saturday night. She hopped on the train and headed for work, thinking that today might turn about to be a pretty good day.

AN: Should I continue? Read and Review!