Chapter 2
A/N: Woo Chapter 2! Brittana have their first interaction, we meet new characters and Superpowers are introduced. If the italics are confusing, its either Quinns or Santanas thoughts. And in my world Lima is a big city like New York so Lima heights is the middle class part of town, any questions you have on the mapping of my Lima i'd be happy to answer! This is much longer so I hope you enjoy! - Milky
Review answered: Hey guest that reviewed! Thank you for your feedback, for my next chapter I will try extra hard to keep out 'i' instead of 'I' and will definitely use the double enter feature you talked about. Im going to keep the 2 chapters as they are so you can see improvement, but thank you so much for reviewing! Keep them coming because you're making my writing better :) and make an account! we can be friends :D - Milky
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As soon as the duo walked through the double doors of William McKinley high school, they acquired their game faces, Quinn's was an icy stare and Santana's was a permanent scowl. They strode through the halls of their high school with an air of superiority because they practically were teen royalty, every freshman, junior and sophomore alike would stop and stare or cower into their lockers. Fear surrounded the girls as the other highschoolers gossiped about the memories of being slushied by them and freshman hearing the rumours for the first time and practically quaking in fear. Slushies were the weapons around here. And Santana and Quinn were the ones dishing them out, if a freshman bumped into either of them. Slushie. If someone made a snarky comment. Slushie. If Quinn or Santana were feeling irritated or upset. Slushie. It was the power house, and what Santana and Quinn love best is power. Slushie-ing had first started when the Girls were freshmen. Some snooty brunette girl called Santana a 'Fake JLo' and Santana flipped her shit and flung the cherry slushie she had been drinking square in that bitch's face. From that moment on, Slushies were used as a reminder for who was cool and who wasn't. Luckily for the two girls, they seemed to have found a loophole in the schooling system. According to the school board. Slushies technically weren't a weapon. So they didn't get any punishment for using them as such. A lot of them were aimed at your regular nerds and dorks, just to put them in their place. Some were thrust at other cheerleaders threatening the positions of the two girls. But most of the bitch-slapping ice burgs were flung at Jacob Ben Israel. Even saying that scrawny jewfros name gave Santana a queasy stomach, that perverted squirt outed her to the entire school. Little prick, but then again Santana's outing didn't go badly for her at all, in fact, it added to her 'I don't give a fuck' attitude quite well. As for Quinns, well we don't want to open that can of worms just yet.
"So we've got Spanish, Math and Physics together?" Quinn asked, frowning at her timetable.
"Yup, same as last year. I hope to fucking God the seats change though, if I have to spend another year sat next to Barbra 'Man hands' Berry singing show tunes in Spanish I will strangle her with her headband." That garnered an icy scowl from Quinn before she muttered "I like Rachels headbands" Under her breath. If Santana hadn't gotten so riled up thinking about sitting next to the midget she would of 100% teased the crap out of the taller blonde for it.
Placing the unneeded text books into their lockers the two girls made their way to Spanish class. Turning the corner, a flock of freshmen parted like the red freaking sea right before them, side eyeing Quinn, Santana whispered "I've SO missed this" Quinn gave the Latina her most winning smile. "Oh you have no idea."
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After the most boring Spanish lesson known to the history of man Quinn decided to meet Santana for lunch in the cafeteria, normally the two girls wouldn't dare eat from that atrocious place but seeing as its the first day, they need to claim their table for another year. Just for it to be neglected exactly like before. The Latina sat down on the plastic bench and forked her salad for most of lunch, due to her appetite suddenly dissipating shortly after she sat down. A warm tingle slid up and down her arms and Santana let out an involuntary shiver, but even after the outbreak of muscle spasms the feeling wouldn't budge, she glanced down at her now shaking hands when Quinns voice pierced through the low buzzing in her ears.
"Santana!"
"Wha-What?"
"Jesus come back San, I said have you got a shift at Vovals tonight?"
Santana gulped but the tingling at already subsided, "Oh um, yeah Holly called this morning, you?" Santana rung her hands together, finding her finger tips burning hot.
"Me too, I have no idea what the theme is tonight" Quinn rolled her eyes, if Quinn Fabray is one thing. Its organised. The blonde hates when things aren't planned out or carefully controlled, much like a small Diva the knew she pondered. The thought only just coming to her. "Just show up, its what I always do" Santana shrugged, her 'Go with the flow' attitude slightly aggravating Quinn. "Um, S you nervous?" Quinn studied Santana's hands, which the brunette dropped to her lap. "Oh um-no, sore hands from writing all day" writing all day? That the best you got Lopez? Why am I lying any way? Its hardly a big deal. Quinn raised her eyebrow sceptically but shook it off, "Whatever, get those hands ready for all the drinks you're gonna make at Vovals tonight".
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'Vovals' was a popular club in the heart of Lima City, Santana and Quinn both got jobs working there as bartenders when money was tight at the Lopez' shortly after Quinn moved in. The owner Holly Holiday, was the craziest, kindest and sexiest woman in Lima, well in the Girls' opinion, Holly loved them like they were her own daughters. Thinking of it, thats probably why they were given bartending jobs at the age of 18, Santana figured that since they looked over 21 anyway it wasn't really that surprising. But the BEST part of working at Vovals both girls decided was the people that came in, there were all sorts of men and women spilling their life stories to anyone who would listen. Unfortunately (Although a blessing sometimes) those willing people were the bartenders, Quinn and Santana would have to nod along and smile at the sloppy people pouring their life story, and drinks for that matter, on the bar top to awaiting ears. However, once in a blue moon a genuinely interesting person would gush about their personal problems and how 'My wife slept with this guy' or 'Im sleeping with this guys wife but really I like her brother' and to these particular stories Santana would find ALOT of interest. Mainly because she would slip insults in their speech which the drunk customer would be either too out of it or too engrossed in their story to notice. And tonight was definitely a night full of interesting characters. Or character to be more specific.
Santana and Quinn pulled up outside the club in their uniforms, Quinn was clad all in black as per the dress code at 'Vovals' but since the employees were given leeway as to what they wear just not the colour she had opted for pitch black skin tight jeans, a long sleeved crop top and lace up stilettos. Short blonde hair stopping just past her shoulders. While Santana was sporting a short black midi dress which clung to her very accentuated curves, and her black Louboutins. (Those that Puck claimed he bought for her when they briefly dated junior year, but he probably stole them) Her long dark hair cascaded past her breasts but stopping just short of her belly button. The Girls' got out of Quinn's car and made they're way across the parking lot entering the club through the side door. Once inside they both made their way to the staff lounge and opened the small lockers assigned to them to keep their purses and cell phones safe from prying customers. Santana led the way through to the bar and the two friends were greeted by one Sugar Motta, Sugar was the manager at 'Vovals' and was extremely nice to Quinn and acted like she barley tolerated Santana, due to the fact that Santana hadn't stopped calling her 'Sugar Soda' since she caught some guy drinking a soda can out of her cleavage on 'Stripper night' But the relationship between the two girls was a loving one in a 'I fucking hate you but love you, bitch.' kinda way.
"Sup, Soda? Wheres Holiday?" Santana grinned toward the smaller brunette who was wearing a very unique but very distasteful leopard print dress.
"Hey Lezpez, Holly's out of town until next week, some family thing came up in Iowa." Before Santana could ask about their bosses disappearance a soulful voice filled her ears.
"Hey girls I really hate to interrupt uh -this- but could one of y'all PLEASE help set up the stage, this shit is driving me nuts!" Mercedes, the new live singer after Elaine quit came bounding over to the duo in all her 'Almost Beyoncé but not quite' glory. Santana side eyed Quinn because everyone here knew neither Sugar or the Latina would help.
Quinn rolled her eyes at Santana but shrugged and turned to the black singer, "Sure Mercedes. What did you need?" Mercedes started rambling off to Quinn about microphones and wires as they were walking towards the stage when Santana turned back to Sugar. "So what is it tonight then Soda? Stripper night? Foam?"
"Actually Satan its just plain club night tonight, Ladies only night. Unless you want to think of something creative?"
"And why would I, a hot as fuck lesbian, try and change Ladies night to something different?" Santana raised her eyebrows at the shorter girl, and wiggled them suggestively when the brunette jokingly scowled.
"Whatever Lezpez, just make sure you do your job and not oggle too long at the girls before they stop tipping you." With that Sugar waltzed off to the back of the club and started checking the lights around the walls.
Santana went and stood behind the bar, preparing her mixers and stocking up the fridge, when Quinn came back with a less than pleased look on her face.
"Jesus that Mercedes can talk, I spent 5 minutes just stood there while she rambled! I didn't even touch the microphone or speakers, Mike did that while Fake Beyonce was blabbering." Quinn huffed and sat on a bar stool. Thats when Mike started to walk over, his shirtless torso putting his 'Asian abs' (as Santana so famously called them) on full display. The Asian man stood behind Quinn and Santana turned and began to prepare the triple sec, vodka, lime and cranberry juice for Quinns usual, a Bloody Mary.
"Hey Lopez, make that two on the Mary's" Mike called over Quinns shoulder. Santana looked up to the black head of hair and answered.
"Sure thing boy-Chang" Santana began to mix the two drinks when Sugar came back over towards the stage, just passing the bar.
"Thats coming out of your paycheque, Santana." Sugar sing-songed, but then quickly added "and if you don't do the tricks you add too much Vodka"
At that Santana fumed, "I do not!" Quinn laughed as Santana placed the two drinks in front of her, Mike grabbed his and took a long sip. "Seems fine to me"
"Thats because it IS fine" Santana grumbled into the cloth she was using to wipe down the bar top.
"Actually mine is a little strong" Quinn teased, but the playful tone was lost on Santana.
The Latina glared daggers at the taller blonde. "Hey woah! Kidding" Quinn exclaimed in mock fear. Santana just rolled her eyes "You better be, my Mary's are the best here"
Just as Santana saw the clock '22:30'. Sugars voice filled the club, and when Santana turned she saw the small brunette onstage, speaking into the microphone. "Okay shit kickers 'Vovals' is now open so shut your traps and make me some money!" Sugar stepped off the stage with help from Mike and went out the back to her office to 'Sort some paperwork' but that most likely means to watch a movie. Quinn went around the booths and doubled checked there were coasters and no straws left from the previous night. While Mercedes and Mike were already picking their first song and going over Mikes routines and Mercedes vocal warm ups. Santana was still stocking the fridges and turned on the stereos just when the first clubbers entered.
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It was now 1:00am, Quinns shift had ended at midnight, but since Santana was the best mixologist at the club (Apart from Holly) Sugar asked her to stay until closing. Which was at 3:00am, although the Latina didn't mind because she actually liked working here. Mercedes and Mike had took over from the stereos when people started to get a bit sloppy. Seeing as its Mercedes first night Sugar decided to let her perform when the customers were too drunk to remember, that way if she was terrible it wouldn't be too much of a failure. Although as it turned out 'Wannabe Bey' was actually pretty good. Even Santana found herself dancing to some of Mercedes songs. Which was when a small voice spoke up from the front of the bar. Santana stopped wiping down glasses and turned, where she was met with the most beautiful woman she had seen. Of fucking course Brittany the Most Perfect Woman Ever Pierce would see you dance like a dork. Santana (somehow) found her voice and asked, with a little too much force. "What was that?"
Brittany giggled from her bar stool and repeated her earlier statement.
"I said you look cute when you dance like that" Brittany smirked up at the very VERY taken aback Latina. What the fuck? Did Brittany just flirt with me? Okay she's looking at you weird. Say something. "You do too" Okay anything BUT a comment letting her know you stare at her like a freak when she's dancing. FUCK you have no game when it comes to this girl. "I uh- I mean you're um a good dancer" Wow! What a save. Loser. Brittany just giggled her thanks in return. Santana turned to the fridge to hide her VERY evident blush, despite her dark skin. "So the usual?" Santana called over her shoulder, trying desperately to bring some professionalism to the conversation. Brittany studied the back of the Latina, at the sound of the brunettes voice she dragged her eyes from toned legs up to the head of long dark hair where the words were coming from. "Yes, thank you Santana" Brittany smirked from the bar stool. At the sound of her own name leaving the gorgeous blondes tongue the brunette let out another involuntary shiver Jesus I need to stop doing that. And grabbed the Tequila, Vodka, Triple sec, Lime and ice tea to make the blondes favourite. A Long Island. Santana started mixing the drink and furiously avoided eye contact when the Blonde spoke up again. "If you do the tricks, it tastes better" Brittany winked and started gently drumming her fingers on the edge of the counter she was sat at. Santana just smiled because she did NOT trust her voice and began juggling the mixers and spirits, flipping them every which way and glancing every so often at the wonderment in Brittany's piercing blue eyes. When she realised that Sugar might actually be right about the too much Vodka thing, but she shrugged it off and spoke "So why are you so late today Pierce?" Santana had finally gained some confidence and decided she may as well start up a conversation, the club was not as busy as it was an hour prior. Although at that the blonde dipped her head and a sad expression flooded her face. Santana, suddenly taken aback by the insistent urge to comfort Brittany dipped her own head to meet the blondes eyes, and when she did she asked "Britt, are you okay?" The Latina wasn't sure where the nickname came from, but by the look on the blondes face it worked and Brittany looked up, and rested her head in her hand. "No, I mean I will be, but not right now" Santana's eyes were searching, and Brittany gave in to the dark chocolate pools. Then in the saddest voice Santana had ever heard Brittany use she said "Eric cheated on me"
Santana saw red, of course that no good pig would hurt Brittany, Santana knew all about Eric the Biggest Scum On Earth Woods. Brittany's boyfriend of 2 years and the biggest douchebag Santana ever had the pleasure of meeting.
"Santana whats wrong?" At the blondes voice Santana's features softened, but only slightly, and as she looked down she realised her whole body was shaking violently, the tingle she felt earlier erupting through her whole being. She clamped her hands together and found the burning in her fingertips to be worse than before, she willed the shaking to dampen, but at the look of the concerned blonde before her. Her body did that on its own. "That douchebag" Santana breathed, the tingling dissipating as her breath left her.
Brittany seemed to calm too, her concerned expression turning, once again, sorrowful. "Yeah, tell me about it." Brittany sighed but locked eyes with Santana before continuing "I broke up with him an hour ago, I had to move out, obviously, so now I'm here, my stuff is being driven to my parents house as we speak" Brittany didn't know why she was telling her bartender this whole story, but it was something about the Latina schoolgirl which she found oddly comforting. Santana just nodded at that, and handed Brittany her Long island, Which the blonde finished in a long smooth gulp. The look of pleasure broke the upset expression which had taken over the blondes features since she uttered the word 'Eric'. Santana raised her eyebrows but said nothing apart from "Another?" And the blonde just nodded frantically.
It was now about 1:30am and the last clubbers were jumping sporadically on the dance floor because the sloppy mess Santana was witnessing was not in any world 'Dancing'. Brittany turned and saw what Santana's disgusted look was pointed at and gave a heavenly laugh. Just after the two locked eyes for the billionth time that night, Mike came over, and took a seat one stool away from Brittany. "Hey Lopez, knock up a Mary" He yelled over the still pumping stereo from the stage. "How about, Chang, you make it yourself?" Mike grumbled and reluctantly peeled himself from the bar counter top and headed behind the bar and into the fridge. Santana returned her gaze to Brittany who was looking at her expectantly and, even though Santana should NOT be able to read her this well, knew exactly that Brittany wanted her to make Mikes drink so she could watch her do more tricks. Santana smirked at the blonde before turning once more towards the tall guy hunched into the fridge. "Christ boy-Chang, sit down, you look sloppier than Sugar after a few shots." He stuck his tongue out to the brunette but didn't argue and sat right next to Brittany. Santana grabbed the ingredients and started flipping the bottles between her skilled hands, adding a few more extravagant stunts than usual just for blonde. Who grinned before engaging in light conversation with Mike. Once Santana was finished with the 3 drinks she placed one in front of each of them, and took her own sip from the last. Brittany looked down at hers with a confused expression but Santana just said "Its on the house" The blonde looked up at her with a soft smile before sipping her drink and winking her thanks. Santana's face heated but luckily, very luckily, she didn't blush. Mike greedily gulped his before getting up again. He turned to Santana and shot her a smirk.
"Well thats my shift done, see you tomorrow Lezpez!" And just before he reached the door he turned and gave Brittany a friendly smile "Bye Brittany!" With that the door shut with a click. Santana was silently thankful that Mike hadn't flirted with Brittany, although she knew none of her colleagues would because Quinn sat them all down one night and told them not to. Santana may have a SLIGHT crush on Brittany, may have.
"When does your shift end?" Brittany asked around the glass of Bloody Mary interrupting Santana's thoughts. The Latina glanced at the clock on the wall before she answered, "About 3:00am, Or when everyones gone" Brittany looked around the club and, when finding the sloppy 'Dancers" were gone it dawned on her that she was the last one here. She jumped up and immediately started apologising profusely. Santana, who was beyond confused, just said "Woah, Britt! calm down, what is it?" Brittany looked at the Latina like she'd gone mad. "I'm the only one here! Im so sorry for keeping you Santana!" She practically shrieked. Santana just looked extremely stunned before she burst out into a fit of giggles. Brittany, for her part, didn't look very amused. And sunk back into her bar stool. Before muttering "you don't have to laugh at me" At that Santana's amusement was washed over by guilt. "Shit, Sorry I just mean that its not your fault, it is my job after all" Brittany seemed to mull that over before nodding and giving Santana a dopey smile. Relief flooded the brunette as she carried on wiping glasses. "Well I better get going anyway, my parents will be wondering where I am" Brittany announced, standing once more. Santana, trying desperately to hide her disappointment answered "Sure thing Britt, be seeing you" and smiled weakly. Brittany stop walking towards the exit and turned, giving Santana the brightest smile she's ever seen before answering "yeah, be seeing you" she then walked to the door, opening it and blowing Santana a kiss before exiting. Leaving Santana with jelly for legs and the widest grin she's ever worn.
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A/N: So what did you think? Did you love? Hate? Let me know. Also this story is AU, I might follow some canon storylines but I might not, and another thing I'm British so I spell colour with a 'U' but seeing that most of the views on this story are over in the US I used key words like 'Parking lot' and 'Cellphone' because I think that it goes well considering this story is set in the US. Anyway sorry for the long AN! Until Chapter 3 :) - Milky
