The rest of the week consisted of eight hour rehearsal days followed by a few photo shoots and interviews and of course being stalked by paparazzi everywhere Santana went. She was one of the biggest names in music so everyone wanted a piece of her. She couldn't go anywhere without them completely surrounding her. When she wasn't rehearsing or doing interviews, Santana had to stay in her hotel just she could have some breathing room. Getting out and enjoying the city wasn't an option.
After the last rehearsal finished, Santana sat against the wall sipping from her water bottle. A few of the dancers were standing in front of her, Brittany included. They were trying to decide what bar they wanted to go to tonight to celebrate and kick of the tour since we were going to be flying all the following morning. "I think we should S.O.B.'s" Brittany said excited, "I love that place!". The other dancers seemed to match her enthusiasm and soon they were all in agreement. "Santana, are you coming with us?" Brittany asked as she turned to face the the brunette. Santana was used to being invited places because everyone wanted to be around her. She was one of the biggest names in the music industry right now so everyone wanted a piece of her. The only problem with being so well known is that while it definitely has it's perks, being famous also has a down side. Going out to bars or just simply enjoying the streets of New York were not an option for her. Paparazzi followed her every move and a crowed gathered where ever she went.
"No, I can't" Santana said smiling and politely declining Brittany's invitation, "I'm supposed to go to 40/40 tonight". "Damn girl! You got into Jay-Z's place?" One of the guys said. Santana nodded as she took another drink from her water bottle. It was just like every other friday night. Santana had to go to whatever club was hot at the moment and rub elbows with other celebrities. She hated going to these things. Everyone was so into themselves and carried on as if they were better than the rest of the world. That wasn't Santana. Well, that wasn't who she really was. She had to blend in and pretend to be as self absorbed as everyone else which had earned her a bit of a reputation for being a bitch.
"What am I saying, of course you got into Jay-Z's club" The guy said again, "You're like the latin britney spears!". "Thanks Kurt, but I'm no Britney" Santana said, blushing at his compliment. Just then Joe strolled over to where the group was. "Let's get going Santana" he said pulling the girl to her feet, "We have to be over at Marc Jacobs by four to pick up your dress for tonight". "Oh my God, I want your life" Kurt said staring dreamily at Santana. Santana just laughed as she began walking away. "See you guys tomorrow, have fun tonight!" She said waving back at the group. Her eyes met Brittany's and she felt her chest tighten a little. "You too San" Brittany said smiling back at the girl.
"Miss Lopez, over here!". "Santana!" . "Miss Lopez!". The paparazzi were already surrounding Santana as she was exiting the club. Being a celebrity meant having to wear the latest fashion, with included sky high platform heels. "Can I please just get down the stairs?" Santana said to the crowd as she attempted to continue to walk forward. She took one step and heard a snap. Her heel broke and before she knew it she went stumbling and hit the ground. Her body guard quickly bent down and helped her up. Her knee was bleeding and it stung a little bit but Santana couldn't help but laugh at herself. "Well, I guess I should invest in a new pair of heels" Santana joked. She quickly kicked off both shoes and carried them in her hands as she limped to her car that was waiting for her. Her body guard helped her into the back seat and the closed the door.
JFK airport was busy as usual as Santana made her way through the terminal to her private plane that was flying her entire crew to Germany to kick off the tour. As soon as she got on the plane, she was met with a very angry glare from Joe. "Explain this to me please!" He said flipping his iPad around and showing her the home page of Perez Hilton's blog. There was Santana with a bloody knee, holding both shoes in her hands and laughing. The headline above the photo read "Santana Lopez stumbles into the streets of new york after having a little to much of the dancing juice. Looks like Lindsay may have a rehab roomie on the way!".
"Drunk? Really Santana?" Joe snapped angrily, "You are going to be all over the tabloids with this now!". "It's bullshit!" Santana said raising her voice, "I didn't even have one drink the whole night, my heel broke on my shoe while I was trying to get the through the photographers!". "Whatever, I still have to do damage control" Joe said as he flipped his iPad back around and pulled out his phone. Santana rolled her eyes and took her seat a few seats back.
Brittany had witnessed this interaction between Joe and Santana from her seat a few rows back. She stood up and slowly walked to where Santana was sitting and now staring out the window shaking her head. Brittany had seen the photo too and honestly she kind of believed it. Celebrities had party reputations, why would Santana be any different? Still, she wanted to make sure that she was ok.
"Santana?" Brittany said quietly as she peered over the back of the seat at the Latina. Santana turned and met the familiar gaze of the light blue eyes belonging to Brittany Pierce. "I kinda heard about the picture thing, is everything ok?" Brittany asked. Yeah, everything's fine" Santana lied. Truthfully she was pissed but Brittany didn't need to know that. "Ok" Brittany said at Santana's quick response, "Just, if you want to talk I'll listen". Brittany smiled at the girl and then turned to walk back to her seat. "Hey Brittany!" Santana said as the girl started walking away. Brittany turned back around and once again met those Brown eyes. Santana lost track of what she was going to say for a moment. She had been doing that alot this past week, maybe she was tired. "Do you want to sit with me?" Santana asked. Brittany just stared at her for a moment. Did Santana Lopez just ask her to sit with her? "You don't have to if you don't want to" Santana said quickly, "It's like seven hours from here to London so you'll probably be sick of me by then but.." Santana was cut off when Brittany sat down in the seat beside her. Santana smiled at the blonde beside her. "So we have seven hours until our first stop" Brittany said, "tell me about yourself, who is the real santana?". Santana leaned back in her seat and stared at the Blonde. "Ladies and Gentlemen this is your captain speaking, please fasten your seat blets as we are getting ready for take off" the captain said over the loud speaker. The two girls delayed their conversation as buckled their seat belts. When Santana looked at brittany again, the smile that had been on the girls face was gone and been replaced with a look fear and nervousness.
"I really hate flying!" Brittany said, "This part always scares me. And landing, landing terrifies me!". Santana let out a slight chuckle at brittany. "Need a hand?" Santana said holding her hand out for Brittany. The young dancer just nodded and quickly took Santana's hand into hers and held on tightly as the plane began to roll down the runway.
