Santana wasn't actually planning to talk to Brittany at the rehearsals when she walked into the theatre. She was just hoping to sit in the audience and see how her ex was doing. Rachel and a couple of the other cast mates talked her into it during the dinner last night. So when she gave the security guard her name and he let her in, she slunk to one of the seats in the back and got comfy.

Rehearsals had already started and Brittany was dressed comfortably in a green v-neck and gray sweat pants that hung around her sneakers as she tried to teach the cast how to dance.

Santana couldn't manage to take her eyes off of Brittany. They way she held herself and the way she moved had always been sexy to Santana, but now it was twice as much because she hadn't seen her in months.

As the rehearsal went on, Santana's fear of being seen dissipated. Brittany wasn't focused on anything that wasn't on the stage and Rachel was sitting next to an older man in a gray suit who had a clipboard in his hand, while he surveyed the cast from the front row of the audience.

One member of the cast kept messing up and when she did, she'd blame someone else. Santana was just waiting for her to blame Brittany so she could run up on stage and pummel the wannabe diva.

The sighs and groans the producer/co-director sitting next to Rachel were starting to unnerve her. Her first show as the star and co-director and one of the supporting actresses was trying to be a bigger star than she actually was.

Finally, when it looked like the unshakable Brittany was getting frustrated, Rachel stood up, "Tracy. Come have a seat. I want to try something." She turned around and looked at a startled Santana. She bet the former Cheerio didn't even know she knew she was there.

Santana started to panic. Her eyes flickered to Brittany who was just staring at her, frozen in place and then to Rachel who tried to give her a reassuring look, "Santana, would you mind?" She gestured to the stage.

The man in the gray suit next to Rachel looked up at her quizzically. She smiled at him as if reassuring him, "I know what I'm doing.

Santana caught the blonde dancer's eyes and asked silent permission. This was Brittany's realm and she wasn't about to invade her space without allowance. Brittany gave her a small nod. That was their first communication in almost a year.

Santana made her way to the front of the audience and Rachel directed her onto the stage. "Do what Brittany just did."

"What-I…" Santana trailed off with a pleading look from Rachel. As much as she didn't want to, she couldn't blow off one of Brittany's new best friends in front of her. Luckily she hadn't been able to rip her eyes off of Brittany for the half hour she sat in the audience so she knew the choreography.

When Santana took a deep breath, then nodded Brittany turned the music on. As Santana danced smiles appeared on Rachel and Brittany's faces. Santana was nailing every step with the precision she would have back in high school.

When she was done, the man in the gray suit wrote something on his clipboard and called out, "What's your name?"

"Santana Lopez," she answered, her hands on her hips.

"Ms. Lopez," he leaned back against the cushy velvet of his chair, "Can you sing?"

When Santana didn't immediately answer, Rachel answered for her, "Yes she can."

He crossed his legs and gestured for her to show him, "By all means."

Santana started to really panic. She didn't have anything ready. Besides she didn't know what was going on. She heard some shuffling behind her and heard the beginning of one of her favorite songs.

Her head whipped back and saw Brittany smiling from her seat next to the CD player. Santana sighed in relief. She was glad Brittany still had her back.

Got up in the club
Posted in the back
Feeling so good
Looking so bad

Santana started dancing again because she didn't like to just stand there singing unless there was a mic stand in front of her. She went back to her high school memories when she and Brittany moved the blonde's bed to the side of the room so Brittany could choreograph some moves. She ended up choreographing a whole CD worth of songs, one of which happened to be the one Santana was singing now.

Rocking these diamonds
I'm rocking this chain
Make sure you get a picture
I'm rocking my fame

To be what you is
You gotta be what you are
The only thing I'm missing
Is a black guitar

I'm a rockstar
Hey baby
I'm a rockstar
Hey baby

Big city
Bright lights
Sleep all day
long nights

Hey baby
I'm a rockstar
Hey baby
I'm a rockstar

After the song, the man studied her for a moment, "Ms. Lopez may I have a moment of your time in my office?"

She hesitated before nodding and hopping off the stage to follow him out the side door.

Rachel looked up at Brittany who was grinning from ear to ear. Rachel walked up the stairs to the stage and over to the blonde dancer, "Are you okay?"

Brittany nodded, "She did good."

"I was worried you wouldn't want to see her again," Rachel offered.

Brittany smiled wistfully and quietly answered, "I always want to see her."

The breakout Broadway star nodded, "Puck and I are taking Santana and Beth to dinner tonight. Would you like to come?" She reached down and rubbed Brittany's shoulder, supporting Brittany no matter what.

"Yeah I think I would," the blonde smiled up at Rachel.

"Good," Rachel grinned and paused, "I wasn't sure Bradley was going to like that song she sang."

"I did," Brittany smirked, "I heard him listening to Rihanna this morning in his office and it's one of Santana's favorite songs."

Santana shook her head against the cold New York wind. This was ridiculous. These things didn't just happen to people like this. They don't walk into a theatre expecting to watch and walk out with an offer to join the cast. Especially a paid offer to join the cast. The kind of paid offer that would cover the rest of her undergraduate tuition at NYU and a nice apartment in Chelsea.

She didn't come to New York to be an actor. She came to New York to get a degree in Finance. She came with Brittany who was going to take the dancing world by storm. However, Brittany had already taken the dance world by storm after just a few months with a prestigious dance conservatory and Santana was still in school, broke, single, and lonely.

After a half an hour of walking, she trudged up the stairs to her apartment and unlocked the door. Joining the cast definitely had its perks. She missed singing, she missed dancing, and she missed Brittany.

She closed the door behind herself and remembered when Brittany would be sitting on the kitchen counter, waiting for her to get home from class. She sighed and walked to the couch to sit down. She had a little less than twenty-four hours to make a decision and she needed to think long and hard.