First off I don't own Glee, I forgot to say that in the first chapter. Secondly (and more importantly) I'd like to say thank-you, thank-you, thank-you to everyone who favorite, alerted, and reviewed. I got 30+ emails from the first chapter so I've decided to continue. It also made me update faster than I originally planned to. Btw, I plan on updating weekly. So I won't make you wait no more than 7 days :). I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint. Don't forget to review (those are what keep the story going).
Rachel was still standing there staring at me. Ugh! What the hell is her problem? I asked her, no I told her to do one thing for me. One simple thing and she can't even do that.
"Rachel are you going to get Santana's people on the phone or not, because unlike you I actually have a rep to keep up, and this could ruin it." I know it was a bit harsh, but you have to be a bitch to get people to listen, right? I mean my name is Brittany Bitch!
"Brittany…" She said it kind of quiet. Did I hurt her feelings? "How, could you talk to me like that?"
I really don't have the time for this, not now. "Look Rache…" I began to walk closer to her. "Are you going to make the call or not?"
She just gave me another weird look as if I said something wrong. Can you believe her? Here I am having the biggest crisis of my life, I mean this is a fucking life or death situation, and all she can do is stand here and make funny faces. Some best friend/ assistant she's turning out to be.
She just keeps staring at me. What? Do I have something on my face? Well, besides beauty. She's being too weird. Fuck it; I guess if I want things done, I have to do them myself. Just as I was about to say those words out loud, she finally decides to find her lost voice.
"Um, ok… I'll get right on that." She sounded a little broken… kind of. Well I don't care it's not like I did it. She stepped out of the room to go get her cell phone. I threw the stupid magazine on my bed because I didn't even want to hold it anymore. Santana and I are not a couple!
Oh my goodness. What will Sam say when he sees this?... Oh wait I really couldn't care less about his opinion. Wait, maybe that's why Santana did this... it's because she wants Sam back. Duh! She's obviously jealous of me, that's why she went through all this trouble to do this. I am just so damn smart.
I heard footsteps coming towards my room. Rachel had the phone to her ear talking to some nobody named Gwen… Or was it Len? I don't know.
"Rachel what is she saying?" Instead of answering she just waved me off. No this bitch did not just wave me off. "Uh, excuse me. Give me the phone I want to talk to Santana."
Rachel took the phone from her ear, and put her hand over it. "Brittany, Santana doesn't want to talk to you." I lifted both of my eyebrows crossed my arms. I didn't do it because I was hurt, or surprised or anything. I did it to give off my "this bitch really wants me to kill her" look.
I was about to snatch the phone and give whoever it was on the other line a few polite French words. But Rachel kept talking before I could. "Well, she doesn't want to talk over the phone, she wants you to meet her at Breadstix in an hour… and she said that's the only way she will talk to you. So if you don't show up then she won't talk to you." Ugh! Way to be a fucking baby Santana. She better hope I've calmed down by the time I get there, or this bitch will be receiving a two piece and a biscuit.
"Okay, tell the hoe I'll be there, and go get dressed you're coming with me." Rachel nodded and quickly told whoever it was what I said and left out of my room. Sigh. I picked up the stupid magazine and stuffed it in my purse. So if this bitch tried to play dumb, I would have evidence.
Just as I was about to get dressed my phone began to vibrate. Who the fuck could be calling at a time like this? I quickly snatched it up, and answered it without looking at the caller I.d.
"Hello?" I sounded pissed, but that's because I was.
"That's really no way to talk to guy you love, when you're cheating on him with his ex-girlfriend." Sam. Oh. He sounds kind of pissed. Wait, did I ever say that I loved him? Not that I can recall.
I began to giggle a little, because Sam always knows how to make me laugh. I mean did he really think he was worthy of my love. Ha, yea right.
"What's so funny Brittany I'm being serious."
I laughed harder, because even though I'm going through a really tough time right now, I just had to laugh at his patheticness. Is that a word?
"BRITTANY S. PEIRCE ANSWER ME!" Oh hell no, was he shouting at me? He really wants to get his balls chopped off. Nobody yells at me, nobody. This just won't work out.
"Ah em." I had to clear my throat to get all the negativity out, because I didn't want to hurt him more than he already was. I mean the thought of losing me was definitely killing him. "Look, Sam." I started out, in my sweet voice. So far so good. "I don't know who the hell you think you're talking to, but if you ever raise you voice at me again, I will personally chop your balls off, cook them and make you eat them." Well so much for being polite.
"And for your information, I never loved you, and Santana and I are not seeing each other. But since you're too much of a jackass to see that I'm going to hang up now, and you can call me back when you gain some damn common sense." I didn't wait for a reply from him, I just hung up in his face, because that's how nice I am. I didn't want to make him beg for my forgiveness, I let him keep his pride.
Sigh. I began to gather my clothes and contemplate on the very generous deed I just did. I am such a nice person.
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"Rachel, come on. We don't have all day." I'm all dressed and ready to go. What the hell is taking Rachel so long? I peeked out my window to see if at least some of the paparazzi and reporters had let up since I last looked. Nope.
"Okay, Britt, I'm ready to go." Whoa, hold up, rewind did I miss something? Rachel was wearing a fitted black dress that stopped above her knees, way above her knees. She looked… hot.
"Uh, Rache, I think you're a bit over dressed. I mean look at what I'm wearing." I only had on some skinny jeans and a designer shirt.
"Oh, well um, I've never met Ms. Lopez and I want to look good." I had to laugh at that.
"Rachel what do you care? She's the enemy for crying out loud, she doesn't even matter." She just ignored me and kept walking towards the door, and as soon as she opened it all hell broke loose. I was being bombarded with questions and photos.
"Brittany is it true that you and Santana are together?" Damn reporters.
"Ms. Peirce is it true that the two of you have been seeing each other for months, and you only used Sam as a cover up?"
"Is it true that you and Ms. Lopez are planning a wedding?" Ok, where the hell did that come from? Each question was crazier than the last, and I've learned the easiest way to get rid of them is to ignore them. So that's what I did. I refused to look at the cameras, or answer questions. I just got into my car and drove off.
I pulled up in the parking lot of Breadstix. Did those damn reporters follow me? Because as soon as I got out of my damn car, there were flashes coming from everywhere, and once again those ridiculous questions.
"Ms. Peirce I heard from a reliable source that you are planning on moving to Mexico with Ms. Lopez. Is that true?" reliable source yea right.
"Brittany, look over here." Damn could they look or sound anymore desperate or insane?
I just covered my face with my hand as I followed Rachel into the restaurant. It was surprisingly empty. Santana must have booked the whole place. Does she really think she can buy me?... Hell no!... Well maybe, but only a little piece of me.
We were standing in the entrance when a hostess approached us. "Ah, Ms. Peirce, Ms. Lopez is waiting for you. Right this way." She said as she led us into the dining area.
There she was, Santana Lopez, sitting there at the table talking to some blonde haired nobody. I could feel my anger begin to creep back into my system at the sight of her. I didn't want her to notice us walking towards her, I wanted to sneak up on her and… I don't know scare her or something.
But to my luck, she looked up from her conversation and smiled at me. "Brittany, Hi." She said as she got up from her seat, and walked around the table to pull my chair out.
Oh, how gentlemanly of her. With that gesture some of my anger subsided. Well enough of it to the point that I was able to give a faint smile and take my seat without insulting her.
She walked back around the table and sat next to that blonde haired nobody again. "Oh, um this is my assistant Quinn." She said while pointing to the blonde. "Quinn this is-"
"Oh, as If I need an introduction." The blonde said while smiling at me. She reached her hand out to shake mine. "Brittany I've watched all your movies. I absolutely love your work." I just sat there baffled, my fucking life was just about over, and here we are sitting at a table having a pointless introduction. What the flying fuck?
"Look, I didn't come here…" But before I could give them both a piece of my mind Rachel interrupted me.
"Brittany, don't be rude. Hi, I'm Rachel, Brittany's assistant." She said while slightly rising out of her seat to shake Santana's hand. Yea, Rachel's a bit of a midget.
"Nice to meet you Rachel." Santana said with a smile. How could she be so fucking peachy right now? This wasn't just my life being ruined it was hers too. I know she wants revenge and all but is it worth ruining her own life?
"Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you." Jen said as she took Rachel's hand in hers. Wait, was that her name? Not the point, the point was the two wouldn't quit smiling at each other, and last time I checked a handshake does not take that damn long.
"No, the pleasure is all mines." Rachel said looking flustered. The hell is her problem? I can't take any more of this. This is not what I came here for.
"Stop! Just stop with the fucking kumbaya shit, okay? We all know why we're here, so if we could stop acting like we're going to be lifelong friends, and start talking about the big ass elephant in the room, that would be nice." I smirked when all three of them looked at me a bit appalled.
Gasp. "Brittany." Rachel said in a shocked tone. I don't know why she was acting so surprised she knows this is how I act.
"No, it's perfectly fine Rachel." Santana said while fixing her gaze on me. "She's upset, with reason to be. I saw the tabloids and…" I'm pretty sure what she had to say wasn't important, so I just interrupted her.
"Look, Santana I know."
"You, know?" she asked. "Know what?"
"I know that you planned this whole thing to get back at me for taking Sam." I began to lean back in my chair because I didn't like the way she was looking at me. "And I'm not mad; in fact it was totally a legit prank. I'll give you props, but we need to release a statement together saying that this isn't true."
It was odd, I really wasn't mad at the moment. But then she began to chuckle a little. Hmm? "Excuse me, but I don't find anything I just said funny. Look, if you want Sam back you can have him. He's totally yours."
I am being totally generous right now, but obviously she's mistaking my kindness for weakness, because she is still laughing. That bitch, here I am trying to be nice and she is over there giggling like a damn hyena.
"Oh please." She finally said through her giggles. "You're being really ridiculous right now. Sam was never anything serious for me, he just looked really good." She let out a sigh. "And seriously? You think I planned this?"
She is currently confusing the hell out of me right now. She knows she planned this. "Look Santana let's just cut the bullshit lies. I know you planned this, and I'm not mad. I repeat I'm not mad. You don't even have to admit to it. Just release a statement with me saying this isn't true."
She began to chuckle again. What the fucking hell? "Brittany, I told you before I did not plan this. I mean why would I do that? And as for us releasing a statement together… that's a no can do."
"Wait, what? You know if I release one by myself the media won't believe me." I'm trying to keep my cool, but I don't know how much longer I can hold my tongue, because she's seriously asking for it. "Why won't you just do it?"
"Quinn, show her the offers." Santana said, but there was no answer. I was beginning to think Glen was deaf until I realized she and Rachel had been lost in drooling over each other while Santana and I talked. I thought they were being quiet.
"Quinn, snap out of it and show her the offers." Santana said a little sterner this time.
"Oh, yea, right." She said while shuffling in her bag and handing me some papers.
I took the papers and looked over them. My eyes went wide, and my mouth fell open at what was written on the paper.
"I didn't plan this Brittany, really I didn't, but these magazine companies, and talk shows are bending over backwards to try and get us to talk to them." I was still pretty much drooling over the piece of paper in my hand.
"Is Vogue Magazine really offering a million just for an interview?" I asked, because that was a bit much. We had only been "dating" for a matter of hours. Imagine what they would be offering if we waited a week. The price would only go up. Maybe I wasn't giving Santana enough credit.
"Yep, now we could release that statement like you want to do… Or we could just put on a show for the world. I mean we are both amazing actresses. What do you say?"
I just looked from her to the piece of paper in my hand. Never, in all my years of being famous and dating other famous people, had I gotten so much publicity or money (offers) off of a relationship. "I say that I am an amazing actress." She just sucked her teeth and let out a light chuckle.
"But, I guess it wouldn't do any harm for us to be in a fake relationship." I said still looking at the paper. It was really beautiful decorated with all those dollar signs and zeros. "I mean what's the worst that can happen?" Nothing, only good could come of this. Right?
Yea that's right, I ship Faberry! :) I also toned Brittany down a tiny bit in this chapter. I just wanted to have a story where Brittany's the bitch, instead of Santana. But, Brittany's too sweet her attitude will never last. REMEMBER TO REVIEW!