Truth: I was never really a fan of this song until Santana killed it, YES! And of course, this popped in my head: Brittania love, Pezberry friendship and a superstar performance
Disclaimer: Glee: Not mine!
Her girlfriend was going to go bananas. At least, that's what Rachel kept saying as she flitted about, poufing her hair and dusting imaginary dirt off her costume. She's been doing that for the past fifteen minutes, adjusting sequins and making sure Santana's shoes shone like diamonds.
Santana was annoyed. And ready to snap.
"I swear to God Berry! Touch me one more time."
Rachel stops, blowing her bangs away from her face. "Calm down Santana. We have to make sure everything goes off without a hitch. This is important."
"Why? It's not like she's going to say no?"
Rachel's eyes widened. "Santana! It's prom! Senior prom."
Santana blinks, biting back her sarcastic retort.
Rachel rolls her eyes and stomps her foot, obviously irritated at the blasé way Santana was approaching this. The only reason Santana even agreed to the crazy idea was because pouty and depressed Berry was even worse than loud and irritating Berry and somehow Finn had more of a lovesick look on his face, ever since The Incident. Berry flubbing one of the most important performances of her life? So fine, Santana felt sorry for the girl. If it meant putting on a show for the club and to earn one of Brittany's smiles, and for Berry to not spaz out, she'd suffer through it.
She really needed to rethink this whole friendship thing. It made her uncomfortable being nice. Berry smiled too much.
She stood up, brushing Rachel's hands away from her dress for the umpteenth time and turned to the shorter girl.
"Can we go now? The longer I stand here the longer whatever is in this hairspray you've put in my hair will destroy more brain cells and before you know it, you and I will be baking cookies for Brit and Finnocence." She points a finger as Rachel opens her mouth. "No."
She takes the mic and hands the velvet envelope (Rachel's design) to the vibrating-with-happiness brunette, winks and makes her way out of the adjoining dressing room towards the choir room.
Showtime.
She waltzes in like the superstar she is, smirking at the red carpet entry Rachel designed, turning her nose up at Mike, The Bouncer. Kurt and Blaine as paparazzi snapping pictures and Rachel, her assistant with a Grammy envelope prancing over to Brittany in the audience. Brit's grin is wide, and her eyes light up as she slides a fingernail under the flap.
All this just to ask her girlfriend to senior prom?
The look on Brit's face is enough that she's actually glad she agreed to do this, and Rachel is tucked under Finn's arm, her kilowatt smile in full effect, just like last week Tuesday never happened. She knows better though, she knows Rachel isn't giving up, if NYADA doesn't want her (she's already appealed with several tapes of several songs) she has Tisch as a back-up. Rachel's never been one to back down from anything, hell, Santana has slushied her almost every day of high school. And look where there are today.
She grasps the mic in her hands and points to Brad to start her song. She's pretty sure there'll be a tick beside the YES on the envelop Brit has, and lots more sweet lady kisses on the way.
It's been said and done
Every beautiful thoughts been already sung
And I guess right now here's another one
So your melody will play on and on, with best of 'em
You are beautiful, like a dream come alive, incredible
A sinful miracle, lyrical
You've saved my life again
And I want you to know baby
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A/N: Because Brittania is pure gold! Reviews?