Two years ago-
"You're going to have to tell her sooner or later, Quinn," Rachel sighed as she tugged on her reindeer sweater. She fixed her red headband in her hair, before turning to face Quinn, who had not answered. Her short, blonde hair covered her face as she huddled into a ball on the bed. She was totally naked, apart from the sky blue underwear. She shook her head, before looking up at the shorter girl.
"No," She whispered. Rachel shook her head.
"This will lead to bad things, Quinn, you know it. You have to be honest with your-" The brunette stopped mid sentence, as she looked up to see Santana Lopez stood in the doorway. Her dark eyes were filled with tears.
Quinn gasped as she noticed the Latina-her girlfriend-stood there.
"How long?" Was all Santana murmured. Quinn looked down, ashamed in herself, overcome with guilt.
"Four months," Quinn sobbed. She watched her girlfriend run out, along with Rachel, who screamed the Latina's name. All she could do was lie in the foetal position and cry her pretty hazel eyes out.
Santana pulled her dark hair back into a bun. She had an interview with Slash magazine soon, and she hated to be late. She glanced over at the man lying there in her messy bed, and rolled her eyes.
"Get a move on, Mark, I gotta go,"
Mark didn't budge, he just grinned up at the Latina, totally smug. Why did Santana sleep with him again? Sure, he had a ripped body, but he was obnoxious as hell, and totally up his own ass.
"You are frickin' sexy, Lopez. You're also a total tiger in bed! Seriously, I ain't fronting," Oh yeah, did Santana mention he thought he was black and insisted on dropping words like 'fronting' and 'dude' into sentences? Like every sentence.
"So I've been told," Santana muttered. Oh and had she been told! She was always getting compliments on her talent in the bedroom, and it definitely boosted her self esteem-not to mention her ego.
Mark leaped off the bed and pulled on his jeans, t-shirt and Converse. He grabbed his wallet and phone, and said goodbye to the Latina, who was checking her reflection.
"Call me, babe!"
Santana scoffed, before sighing in a pitying way.
"Or not, babe,"
Santana did want to call him though, because he was a fucking beast in bed, no lie. But she lost her trust in people two years ago when Quinn Fabray...
"Aiieee, oh Dios," She moaned. Just thinking about the blonde brought up too many bad memories, and made her head hurt. She had been so in love with Quinn, but she realised Quinn didn't appreciate her when she walked in on her and the Israeli hobbit, Rachel Berry, not actually doing it, thank the Lord, but the room smelt of sex and sweat, and Quinn was in her underwear. And also, even if the room smelt of Febreeze and Quinn was fully clothed, she'd still suspect something, cos why would Ru Paul be in Quinn's room anyway?
But even if she had never had her heart painfully broken, she still wouldn't call Mark again. She was the hottest new singing sensation, and a kiss-and-tell could ruin her good-girl rep, especially since her album, Cherries, was going to be released on iTunes in one week. If one bad story rocked up, Santana was doomed. She relied on her good girl persona to sell the records, the dolls, and the clothing line. If any one of those hit rock bottom, everything else would follow suit. Santana couldn't let that happen-her success was her life. She needed applause and compliments to live.
She shuddered. That statement reminded her of Rachel Berry...AKA Little Miss Hobbit Diva. Santana hated her with a vengeance-more so when she found out about her and Quinn's secret trysts. That had been the worst day of her life, walking into that room. The smell of sex and the sobs of Quinn wouldn't leave her alone.
When she left Lima, she didn't bother saying goodbye to Quinn or Rachel. She cried when she bid farewell to Brittany, her one true friend, who had comforted her when she broke up with Quinn. She even said goodbye to Puck and Finn, and all the other people whose names she couldn't remember. She had only kept in touch with Britt, but that's only because she was a big name in the dance world. If Santana wasn't constantly reminded of the blonde in the media, she probably would've forgotten her face, and barely remembered her name. She was glad they were still best friends though; she had someone to celebrate her awards and chart listings with. She was good to Santana, and really helped her through rough patches. Santana was very thankful for Brittany S. Pierce.
Her iPhone started blasting out Katy Perry's Part of Me. She grabbed it off the bedside table and clicked 'accept'.
"Hey, Britt-Britt, what's up, baby?" Santana asked automatically. She started grabbing clothes out of her wardrobe-she was epic at multitasking. Speaking on the phone and dressing at the same time? No hay problema.
"Sanny!" Brittany squealed. She loved her best friend dearly, and adored their chats. "Hey! I just wanted to ring to say good luck on your interview with Slash magazine, honey! I'll be first in line to buy it!"
Santana chuckled. Britt always rang her up before an interview, awards ceremony, or anything like that, to wish her luck. She didn't need it, but she humoured her cos she loved her.
"Aw, thank you babe! And make sure you are, cos I want your feedback,"
"You know I will be, and you know I'll love it," Brittany paused before continuing. "Okay, sweetie, I gotta go now, I gotta rehearse my new dance routine. I'll ring you tonight, okay, hon?"
"Sure, lovely, good luck with your routine, bet you'll do great, you won't even need to rehearse! Bye bye!"
Santana hung up the phone, threw it onto the bed, and continued dressing. She slipped into a strappy floral dress and fastened a brown leather waist belt around her middle, cinching her curves in perfectly. She had a great body, and maintained it by doing planks and cardio exercises with her personal trainer, Harley.
She pushed her feet into a pair of brown sandals, and made her way out of the door, grabbing her Mulberry Alexa bag on the way out. She slipped on her Rayban Wayfarers and smiled.
Today was gonna be a good day.
"Work it baby, work it! Yes, perfect, you're gorgeous!" The photographer yelled at Santana as she pouted and posed for the camera. She loved the camera, and the camera loved her. She was incredibly photogenic, and was always getting calls for interviews and photo shoots.
"That's a wrap!" Santana walked towards the photographer, Milo, and grinned. "That was perfect, babe, just perfect." He high-fived her, and she walked to her dressing room to change back into her own clothes. The interview had gone great, as had the photo shoot. Another thing to boost her popularity, and the chance of her album going straight to Number One.
Santana exited her dressing room ten minutes later, looking forward to going to a little cafe and having lunch with Britt. They had made plans the day before, and frankly, Santana was quite excited. She love spending a few hours with her bubbly best friend, and even better with a plate of delicious food right in front of her.
She was thinking about what to order as she walked down the street. Many people were staring at her, and a few asked her for a picture with her or an autograph-of course she said yes, because it's great publicity and boosts your status. Santana had to be a people person in order to maintain her star and social status. It was one of the top priorities, alongside talent and looks.
"Sorry guys, I gotta go, meeting my friend for lunch! I love all my fans! Buy my album; it's out next week, my babies!" Santana yelled, blowing a kiss to everyone surrounding her. She pushed through the crowd, people still clamouring and calling her name.
She continued down the busy streets of New York City, whistling one of the songs on her album-her favourite-which was called Time to Face the Truth. It was incredibly catchy, and she had written it herself, so she couldn't help but feel immensely proud of it. It was already released, the first to off the album to be released in fact, as her second single, Like a Picture had been released literally the day before. Both of those singles had gone to number one immediately, and her album was sure to follow suit.
Santana had pushed the door of her favourite little cafe open, and spotted Brittany immediately. The blonde grinned at her, and she returned the smile. Britt was dressed in distressed denim shorts and a blue and white striped shirt, which she had tied up in the middle to show off her toned abs. Her feet, clad in red Vans, swung jovially. But that was Brittany all over-jovial, joyful, bubbly and literally the nicest girl you could ever meet. She didn't have a bad bone in her body.
"Sanny!" Britt said cheerfully as the Latina made her way over.
"Hey, Britt-Britt! Sorry I'm late, I was surrounded by fans!" Santana apoligized but Brittany didn't seem to mind, because right then, the waitress came over with menus.
"Hmm, this all looks so good, San...what are you having?"
Santana ran her finger down the menu, quickly looking over each meal. Finally, her dark eyes rested.
"I'm gonna have the classic eggs Benedict. Screw eating healthily, I'll just exercise more." Santana shrugged and placed her menu on the table, Brittany doing the same. The waitress made her way over seconds later.
"Hey Santana, hey Brittany, nice to see y'all again!" Candice, their regular waitress greeted them. Santana and Brittany were regulars here, and were treated like normal people, not a famous dancer and singer.
"Hey Candice! Um, can I have the classic eggs Benedict and diet Coke please?" Santana handed her menu over to the bubbly red head.
"Sure, sweetie, and you, Britt?"
"I'll have the chicken Caesar salad, please, I'm meant to be eating healthily, boss' orders," Britt handed her menu back and rolled her eyes. Her 'boss' was Juliet, AKA the dance crew's captain. She was bossy as hell and very strict when it came to her crew's diets; she wanted them to be at their very prime, and no one argues with Juliet, else she'll bite your head off-probably literally as well.
Candice left, and Brittany turned to look at Santana.
"How did the interview go? You look pretty," Brittany gabbled. Santana laughed. Britt often switched from one subject to the next in a matter of seconds.
"It went great honey, and thank you, you too. I love your shorts," Brittany beamed at this. "How did the rehearsal go?"
"Great! We only had to practice a few times, because Juliet thought we had nailed it! I can't wait for our next competition, we're gonna win by a landslide! You'll be there to cheer me on, won't you, Sanny?"
"Of course, Britt, you know that. I'll cheer the loudest!"
Brittany grinned and grinned, and didn't stop grinning even when she was eating. Santana sighed and looked at her. She was beautiful ,and amazing, but she wasn't Quinn.