The next day…
Santana woke up in Brittany's room, immediately reaching to cuddle with her best friend out of habit. When her arms were met with the cold other half of the mattress she cracked an eyelid open curiously.
"Brit?" she croaked out, flipping over to look at the alarm clock. It was eight thirty. For a second she panicked, wondering if they did indeed have school and everyone forgot to wake her up. She scampered out of bed and over to the window. She saw the roads were completely jammed with snow. There was no way they had school. So where the hell was Brit?
She made her way downstairs where Mrs. Pierce was reading the paper, enjoying a cup of coffee.
"Good morning, Santana. How'd you sleep?" she asked, chuckling at Santana's bed head.
"Good. Where's Brit?" she asked, taking a seat across from her at the table.
"She's downstairs working out. Where else?" Mrs. Pierce chuckled.
"Oh right. I forgot she's 'training'," Santana replied.
"Yeah. So she had a banana and a protein shake for breakfast, but how about you and I indulge in some French toast and bacon?" she suggested, and Santana felt her stomach grumble immediately.
"That sounds awesome," she grinned back.
"Great. You want some juice? The rest of Brittany's protein shake?" she laughed.
"Juice is good," Santana chuckled back, still rubbing her eyes sleepily. Mrs. Pierce nodded and poured Santana a glass of juice, starting to cook.
"So what's this big audition for?" she asked curiously.
"I'm not sure yet. All I know is that some guy my mom sent a demo to in New York pitched it to some other guy and he liked it. She said she'd explain it to me when I go home," Santana shrugged.
"You excited?" she wondered.
"Yeah. It doesn't matter what the audition's for. I just love performing," Santana replied.
"I know you do. You're going to do something amazing with your voice, Santana. You can sing, you can dance, you're funny…you were freakin adorable on Lima Beat," she told her.
"That was forever ago. So embarrassing," Santana blushed.
"Not at all, honey. I was always impressed. And Brittany always bragged to everyone she met that Santana from Lima Beat was her BFF," she said.
"The people at school always kind of picked on me for it. But it's whatever, they're all lame. Me and Brittany are the only people with any talent at that school, I swear," she laughed.
"Well whatever it is, I'm sure you'll do amazing. Maybe you should call your mom, though. The roads are bad and I don't know when we'll be plowed out so I can take you home," she suggested.
"I'll call her later," Santana decided, taking a few large gulps of her juice.
"Hey Sanny, you're up," Brittany greeted, coming up from the basement with a towel hanging off her neck, her body glistening in sweat.
"Hey Brit. Good work out?" she asked as Brittany grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and sat next to her.
"Yup. Did you see our snowman? Or…our snowSan?" she chuckled.
"Is it destroyed or something?" Santana craned her neck to look out the kitchen window.
"Nope. I think it's the best one we ever did," Brittany grinned.
"It is pretty good. But my Abuela made me that hat and scarf. She'll kill me if she finds out a snowman is wearing them instead of me," she explained.
"Don't worry Sanny. I'll make sure you get them back," Brittany promised.
"Brittany would you like to join Santana and I for a real breakfast? French toast and bacon…" she tried to tempt her.
"Mom! Bacon? I can't eat bacon, I'm…" she started.
"Yeah, yeah, in training, I know. One or two pieces wouldn't kill you, honey," she replied.
"Close enough. I have to be at my best. That means high protein, low fat and only good carbs, two work outs a day and at least 9 hours sleep a night until Saturday," Brittany explained proudly.
"Glad you have your routine worked out, sweetie. Me and Santana are going to live on the wild side, though," she grinned, loading food onto Santana's plate.
"If you insist. I'm going to get a shower," Brittany shrugged, heading upstairs.
…Later…
After the roads had cleared and Santana had enjoyed dinner with the Pierces, Brittany decided to burn off the calories and cross off her second workout for the day, so Mrs. Pierce offered to drive Santana home.
"Well, the roads look pretty clean. I guess we'll have school tomorrow," Santana shrugged.
"Looks like it. That's alright, it'll get Brittany's hyper butt back to hockey practice. One day at home and she was going stir crazy," Mrs. Pierce laughed.
"Yeah, she'll be happy about that. She'd be happier if she could spend her whole life on skates," Santana chuckled back as Mrs. Pierce pulled up in front of her house, noticing the driveway was still covered in snow.
"Um…guess I should've come home earlier to help shovel," Santana observed.
"You want me to stay and help you honey?" she asked.
"No, it's okay. It's just…mom can't do it for long with her asthma so I usually do it. Besides she probably spent the whole day calling people about this audition," Santana guessed. Mrs. Pierce reached over and rubbed Santana's shoulder. She knew life at home wasn't always easy, Santana's father left them shortly after she was born. It was part of the reason her mother pushed so hard for her to use her talent and strike it big.
"Are you sure, sweetie? I really don't mind," she offered again.
"It's fine. It won't take me long," Santana responded, unbuckling her seatbelt.
"Alright. Well listen, I can't wait to hear about your audition, honey. And if I don't see you before the weekend, we're leaving for the game around 9 Saturday morning. It's about a two hour drive," she reminded her.
"Yup, I'll be there. Bye Mrs. Pierce," Santana waved as she closed the car door and scampered through the snow to the front door.
"Ma? I'm home!" she called, taking off her coat in the foyer and hanging it up.
"Hi baby. Did you eat yet?" she asked.
"Yeah, Brit's mom made dinner. You want me to go shovel?" she asked.
"Not right now, honey. I think we have some exciting things to talk about," she said, leading Santana to the couch and sitting her down.
"Right. My audition? What's it for?" Santana asked.
"So there's an agent in Boston who is trying to put together a band. There's some record labels looking for something new and he's going with this 'girl band' approach. Anyway, he called an agent at the firm I sent your demo to, just to see if he knew of any talent because they already have four girls, but he wants someone with a stronger voice on lead vocals. So he played him your demo, he loved it and he wants to meet you!" she explained.
"Girl band? Lead vocals? That's awesome!" Santana exclaimed.
"I knew you'd be excited! This could be your big shot, Santana. This could be everything you've been working for since you were a little girl," she gushed, stroking Santana's hair.
"I hope so, mom. I really want to do this for you," Santana smiled.
"No…no, honey. You do this for you. This is your dream, not mine. Right, baby? This is your dream?" she asked. Santana grinned and nodded excitedly.
"Yeah, mama. This is my dream," she replied.
"Good. So they want to see you, hear you sing a set…we have to be in their New York office Saturday afternoon," her mother instructed.
"Ok…whoa, what? When? Like, next Saturday right?" she asked.
"No, honey. This Saturday. They want to see you as soon as possible, but I told them you will not be missing school until we see contracts. So I'm going to go out Friday morning, get us set up with a hotel room, and meet this guy and make sure he's not shady. Your voice coach Eric is going to drive you out Friday night when you get out of school," she explained.
"Mom, we can't do it Saturday! Brittany's hockey game is Saturday! I promised her I'd be there," Santana protested.
"Honey, she'll understand. You go to all her hockey games, she won't care if you miss this one," her mother assured her.
"Mom, it's the playoffs. She's so pumped up about this game. She's getting scouted, she's going to bring this school our first championship in almost twenty years," Santana told her.
"Santana, this is the chance of a lifetime. Brittany will understand. This is your dream, remember. This is what you want baby," she told her.
"Yeah…I just…ugh…she's going to be mad at me," Santana groaned.
"Even if she gets upset, she won't be forever. She wants to support you just like you support her," her mom told her.
"Okay…" Santana sighed.
Now she just had to figure out how to tell Brittany she wasn't going to be there for her big day.
