Hey strangers :) so this is my second fic, I hope you like it
A SUBWAY FOR LONELY SUPERSTARS
Santana chucks back her glass of whiskey and stares at herself in the kitchen window. She looks empty. She looks.. lost..
Wait, no. Santana Lopez is not lost, okay, and most definitely not lonely. Her singing career is at its top, she's number 1 on itunes for two weeks now with her new single "Sorry".
Santana likes to sing, and she gets a lot of money for it so ..well yeah, she would do probably everything if she got payed for it. Except working at a catsalon. She would even rather be homeless than washing cats all day long.
But no, she actually likes what she does, when she's on stage alone, the band behind her, it looks like everything just makes sense. All those people, who are there just for her. No one beside her to annoy her and the band doesn't dare to play one mistake because they know she always notices, and she used to go all Lima Heights on them at the beginning.
Santana used to like that people were afraid of her. Hell, she just loved the feeling when she could intimidate some one. She was always the biggest, the strongest, the bravest.
But right now, she just wants to disappear. She wouldn't care if the earth just ripped open and would take her away, thousand miles down, to the end of the world. Maybe she'd eventually end up in Australia, maybe she could just start over, at the other side of the world. Where nobody knows her, and she could just surf and spot kangaroos and watch the beautiful sunset above the red mountain.
But no, she was number 2 in the Australian hit list this summer, and as far as she knows, those down-under people are even more crazy than Belgian twilight fans.
And that's bad.
Santana turns around and pours herself another drink.
She used to hate drinking alone. She found it sad and pathetic, all those old people getting wasted from wine, late-night in their appartement, with Elvis Presley blasting out of their grammophone way too loud because otherwise they were too deaf to hear it.
And now she's doing the exact same thing, with whiskey and The Offspring but still.
And she is only 22.
"DON'T WANNA BE AN AMERICAN IDIOT!"
Her phone rings just as she's opening the bottle of whiskey for the fourth time this evening.
"DON'T WANT A NATION CONTROLLED BY THE MEDIA!" How ironic..she thinks as she grabs her phone to answer it.
"Santana Lopez."
Her friend Quinn used to snap at her everytime Santana answered her phone with "What?!" before even looking who it was, so she got rid of that habit, and chose for something a bit more ..neutral
The voice of a man on the other side of the line starts to ramble about an urgent meeting about something and probably something else and tells her she has to come to the studio.
She looks at the clock. 11pm.
The man continues talking and says that he knows it's late but it's very important and they can't do it without her because it is her voice that counts and it's all her descision and she's so important in this project and more stuff and more crap and more bullshit.
"Fine, I'll be there."
The man hangs up and Santana throws her phone in her bag.
She sighs and starts looking for her keys, before she realises she drank half a bottle of whiskey tonight, so she probably shouldn't drive. She puts on some decent clothes and walks outside with her bag. Normally, she would take a cab, because the streets are gross and the people are gross and the subway is most definetely disgusting. But she decides she needs to be around people for a change, so she puts on her sunglasses and takes the risk of taking the subway, just for once.
Although it is something after 11, there are surprisingly a lot of people in the subway. Some guy who might or not might be homeless, let's just say he looks like he is, is sleeping on some random guys shoulder, who sits there very awkwardly but is too kind to move and wake him up. A woman with two little girls and a baby is leaning against the window, another nerdy looking guy from around Santana's age, is reading a book called "The conservative mind" and two teenagers are making out in the back. No, make that dryhumping. The girl is like litterally on his lap and looks like she's trying to grind on him while sticking her tongue in his troath. Gross..Santana thinks to herself.
The carriage stops and another load of people enter. The woman with the kids exits and an old man takes her place.
A couple of teenage jocks, who look like they've just come from a football game are shouting at the young couple in the back. That they've "got it going on" and some dirty noises. The girl looks annoyed and takes her place beside the boy. The jocks don't find them interesting anymore so they start talking loudly about some other stuff, but Santana can just see the girl slipping her hand across the boy's jeans and she sees his eyes widen.
Santana can't help but to grin, the girl knows exactly what kind of effect she has on the boy and likes to tease him. I used to be that girl, Santana thinks, and she sighs as she sees the girl pressing a quick kiss on his cheek and then stand up. The boy follows. They have to get off at Central Park, wich is the next stop.
The carriage stops for the third time, this time there are only some people entering. Santana sits down on one of the less nasty chairs and closes her eyes for a couple of minutes. Apparently nobody finds it strange that she's wearing sunglasses, and she actually likes this.
"SORRY! BIIIIITCH! I'M NOT SOORRY! CAUSE I'VE BEEN"
"Hello? Yes, no, I'm in the subway so I will call you later. I was walking Lord Tubbington. Yes, okay toedeloe! See ya"
Did somebody really just...that was my song! Oh my god my song is some one's ringtone...that's so creepy! Santana thinks. Also, that was the strangest phone conversation I have ever heard, what the hell is a Lord Tubbington?!
"Hey" someone whispers next to her.
Santana turns her head and looks right into the biggest, bluest eyes she has ever seen. A blonde girl from around her age she guesses, was looking at her with a bright smile. Her eyes twinkle and she sits down next to Santana. But like, extremely close.
Santana shifts a little to the left and clears her troath. "Uh, hey?"
"I'm Brittany, how are you?" Seriously this girl's smile can't get any wider.
"Umm I'm okay I'm just,. Um going to work."
She smiles like she knows something. "You work at night?"
"Myeah.. No I just, have some stuff.. to do.."
"I know it's yoouu.. you don't have to lie to me. I'm not gonna scream or anything" she winks.
"I can keep a secret Miss. Lopez" she whispered and she smiles.
"Can you though? Santana asks, while smiling. This girl doesn't look completely crazy.. Santana lets her eyes run over the girls body, and realises she wearing hello kitty pyjama pants and rubber boots with rainbows on them.
Before she can say anything about it, the girl starts talking again.
"I can, I'm really good at keeping secrets." She looks very proud of herself for this. "Can you keep a secret?" She whispers.
"Do you want to tell me a secret?" Santana frowns. "Yeees.." "Well then, how do you know you can trust me? I mean, we just met."
Pleeease don't say you already know me because you've watched all my interviews pleasee... Santana thinks to herself.
"You look like a very trustable person" She smiles and then suddenly becomes serious. "So do you want to know the secret?" She whispers.
"Uhm yeah.. sure"
The so-called Brittany girl comes really close to Santana's ear and whispers behind her hand "Lord Tubbington is very strict about his bedtime, you know, which is 10 pm. But I lost track of time so I told him it was only 9pm so he wouldn't get mad at me." She looks like she just told something top-secret but starts giggling when she sees the confused expression on Santana's face.
"First of all, what the hell is a Lord Tubbington? And second "... "Wait! The girl interrupts her. "Before you start asking me questions I probably can't answer, you need to promise me you will keep my secret." Santana chuckles "I promise"
The girls holds her pinky out. "Pinky promise?" Santana smiles and links their pinkies. "Pinkie promise" she says.
"Okay, I am very serious about promises you, know." Brittany takes her hand back. "What did you wanted to ask me?"
Santana smiles and says "I wanted to ask you what a Lord Tubbington was, and if you were the one that has my song as their ringtone?"
Brittany smiles widely "Oh I know these answers!" She shrieks. Santana laughs, this girl's happiness was so contagious. "Lord Tubbington is my cat! You want to meet him?"
Shit. "Uhmm.. I'm not that.." Before santana could finish her sentence, there magically appears a big plastic box on her lap. Which she fears, has a cat in it.
Santana was right, because Brittany starts talking to what seems to be a little window in the catbox. "Come on Tubbs, say hi to the girl, don't be rude." Santana laughs a little and Brittany turns the box around so Santana can see the cat. He is like, extremely overweight but she has to admit, he's kinda cute, and he looks really soft and fluffy.
"FOX RECORDS. NEXT STOP. FOX RECORDS."
Santana sighs ''I have to get off.." The girl instantly pouts at her. Damn, she's cute, Santana thinks.
"I'm sorry, but I really have to go.. it was nice meeting you, and I have still sooo many questions that you probably CAN answer" She winks. The girl smiles and says "It's okay, but you have to call me okay? And then we will meet up and you can ask me questions while I bake brownies."
Santana laughs "Why are you going to make brownies?" "Because friends make eachother brownies", she says simply.
Santana pouts as they feel the carriage stopping. "Say bye to Sanny, Tubbs!" Santana laughs as she stands up. "Bye Tubsie" she says and laughs. I can't believe I actually said that, she thinks, Am I still drunk?
Santana passes Brittany and takes out her bussiness card. "Call me" she says. "Will you pick up?" "Ofcourse!" The girls looks like she is not really convinced. Santana smiles and holds her pinkie out. "Pinkie promise." The girls face lights up as she quickly links her pinkie with Santanas and smiles. "Pinkie promise"
Santana gets out of the train and waves at the girl as the carriage continues its trip. Santana smiles to herself, I really have to take the subway more often, she thinks.