AN: Thanks for the feedback on chapter 1. Don't worry you will find out who her is all in good time. Plus expect some super cheesy moments in this fic because I LOVE CHEESE! I also need it to make me happy because of all the Bram ): I don't like Bram…anyways please enjoy this next chapter and leave some feedback! Also sorry for any mistakes.
Chapter 2: Twitter Update!
5 hours. It had been 5 hours since Santana had met the beautiful blond named Brittany. 5 hours of her thinking about the blonde's deep blue eyes and her amazing body. 5 hours of Santana moping around like a baby and Rachel was getting tired of it.
After the last fan had received their autograph and picture, Santana had rushed outside hoping that the blond would have been waiting outside the doors. However there was no Brittany and Santana's heart sank as she let out a sigh and climbed into her limo that was waiting to take her home.
Once she got home, Santana flung herself on to the couch and buried her face into the cushions. She had not moved from her spot in quite some time and her best friend/roommate/manager, Rachel, couldn't take it anymore.
"Santana, for heaven's sake, get up!" Rachel said in an exasperated tone. The only response was muffled whines coming from the sofa and Santana to flailing her arms and legs around like a child have a temper tantrum. If Rachel hadn't been so concerned for her friend, she might have found Santana amusing and taken a video for future blackmailing opportunities, but she was too nice and decided not to. "Santana Maria Lopez you get off of the couch this instant!"
Santana froze and looked up at Rachel like she couldn't believe what she had just heard. Did Rachel just use her full name? Oh hell no. She narrowed her eyes and sent a glare in Rachel's direction. Rachel visibly gulped but stood her ground.
"No thanks Mom. I'm going to stay right here and wallow in my sadness. I am an adult and I can lie on this couch forever," said the Latina as she stuck her tongue out. "Now if you'll excuse me," she said right before diving her face back between the cushions.
Rachel pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Santana you leave me with no other options. If you don't get up right now I will…" Rachel trailed off as she looked around the room for something to threaten the Latina with. Her eyes landed on the mantle that was covered in pictures and smiled devilishly. "Ok, if you don't get up I'll send your horrible freshman yearbook picture, the one with you in braces and glasses, to every tabloid company in the US," she finished with a smirk.
Santana gasped and rolled off the couch and onto the floor.
"I'm up! Please don't send them!" the Latina begged on her knees.
Rachel scoffed at her friend because it had been an empty threat, but Santana didn't need to know that. She calmly sat on the couch and patted the spot next to her signaling for Santana to take a seat.
"Ok Santana, let's talk. Why are you so sad?" Rachel asked in a sympathetic voice.
Santana sat quietly for a minute so she could gather her thoughts that had been scrambled for the past 5 hours.
"Well I met that girl today. Brittany," she finally said in a quiet, almost shy voice.
"And why would that make you sad?" Rachel was confused. She thought Santana liked the blond.
"She makes me sad because she is so perfect. Good God Rach, did you see her eyes? They were like the ocean from the Bahamas, so blue unlike that shit we call an ocean here. I only looked at them for, like, a second and I could already feel myself drowning in them, but it was a good drowning. Then her flawless blond hair; I just wanted to run my fingers through it. And her body," Santana had to pause for a minute thinking about it. "Even though she was wearing a jacket and jeans I could tell that her body was banging. And don't even get me started on how perfect her ass is. Like wow. Then once she started speaking she stuttered and it was the fucking cutest thing I have ever heard in my entire life. I was immediately drawn into to her. I want, no, I need to know more about her."
"Okkkaaayyy," Rachel draws out. "I'm still not sure how that makes you sad."
"Ugh Rachel, don't you get it," Santana all but yells. She threw back her head in frustration and put her hands over her eyes. "She makes me sad because I know that I will never see her again. All I have is her fucking name and that will do me no good at all. I was so captivated by her and I needed to know her but I will never fucking see her again. So I'm sorry if I'm a little upset that I met the woman of my dreams only for her to be gone again in a few minutes."
"Why didn't you just get her phone number when you met her?"
"Because I was too distracted by her beauty to have any coherent thoughts," Santana sighed out as she slumped further into the couch.
"Wow," Rachel said, "I haven't seen you this enamored by a girl since Qu…"
"DON'T YOU DARE SAY HER NAME!" the Latina yelled furiously, cutting of Rachel before she could finish her sentence. "Brittany is nothing like that monster and I am ashamed that you would even imply that." Santana was breathing heavy and glaring at her best friend.
"I wasn't suggesting that she was like her," Rachel was careful to avoid the name, "but I was saying that it's refreshing to see you swept up in happiness because of this girl."
"Happiness?" Santana asked skeptically. "You mean crippling depression? I'm never going to see her again! So then by association I will never be happy again!"
"Oh please Santana, stop being so overly dramatic," Rachel huffed out as she crossed her arms.
"Oh why hello Kettle, have you met my friend the Pot," Santana asked with heavy sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"Fine Santana be mean to me. I just won't tell you my idea for you to meet Brittany again." Rachel just sat there smugly.
"Wait, what? You have a plan? Tell me," Santana said excitedly.
"First," Rachel started, "You need to apologize. And second you need to say please."
Santana rolled her eyes and gave a little disgruntled huff but complied none the less.
"Rach, I am terribly sorry for making fun of you. I would say that it will never happen again but let's be real, it will happen again. And will you please, please, please with unbleached cane sugar or dehydrated and granulated cane juice, or whatever the hell sugar you Vegans use, on top?" Santana finished her apology with batting her eyelashes.
Rachel looked at Santana with narrowed eyes and Santana was worried that her apology hadn't been enough. However Rachel finally smiled at her and accepted the apology.
"Why thank you Santana. I graciously accept your apology even though you could have added a bit more emotion behind some of your soliloquy. And yes I will help you find Brittany again.
Santana fist pumped and patiently waited for Rachel to tell her the plan.
"Ok so you know how you have a lot of followers on Twitter?" Santana nodded along with Rachel. "Well what if you tweet asking all of the fans that met you today to tweet you the pictures of you with them," Rachel finished with a smile.
"That's brilliant," the Latina said enthusiastically.
"You have no idea what that means do you?" Santana bashfully shook her head no. She had no idea where her friend was going with this. "Well you see once people tweet you their pictures you will be able to tell if Brittany tweeted you. You get her twitter name, send her a direct message and boom the rest is simple. Do you get it now?"
Santana jumped up and hugged her best friend like there was no tomorrow. This was the best idea she had ever heard of and she was thankful that Rachel was so smart.
"You are a genius Rach!" The Latina let go of Rachel and whipped out her iPhone where quickly opened her Twitter app. "I am going to tweet that right now." She typed furiously on the touch screen until she was happy with the tweet and read it out loud to Rachel. "Hey guys! I had such a blast meeting with you today! If you got a pic with me tweet it to me! I want to see your pretty faces again."
"That sounds perfect San. Tweet it."
"Done and done. Now what do we do?"
"Now we wait." Santana let out a sigh and held up her phone like it was the Holy Grail.
Once Brittany left the bookstore she felt sad again. The signing had been the perfect distraction but now that it was over she could feel the hurt coming back. As she glanced back at the store she wondered briefly if she should wait outside for the Latina to reappear. But then her thoughts took over and said that she would never be good enough for someone as beautiful as Santana, so she let out a hurt sigh and slowly made her way home.
Inside of her tiny flat style apartment, Brittany had changed into her favorite duck footie pajamas. Once she was in her favorite pj's she went to grab her laptop and snuggled up with her cat, Lord Tubbington, on the couch.
She impatiently waited for her slow browser to start up, drumming her fingers along the keys as she let out a breath of frustration at her outdated computer. Once she had finally managed to pull up Google she typed Santana Lopez into the search bar. Over 73,000 results popped up and the blond clicked on the first page on the list.
That link just so happened to be Santana's Wikipedia page. The blond admired the Latina's picture before scrolling down to read more about her.
Santana Maria Lopez: age 24, born in Valencia, California to Carlos and Maribel Lopez. She was raised in Kings Point, New York after moving there when she was 5.
Brittany took in the info but kept scrolling. She needed to know what Santana was famous for and why her name sounded so familiar.
Santana Lopez is an American actress and singer who is best known for her role in the musical comedy television series Joy, as Naya Rivera.
That's where Brittany had heard of Santana. She was on Joy. Brittany personally didn't watch the show but her 15 year old sister, Haley, did and she loved it.
"That would explain all of the screaming girls," Brittany said to Lord Tubbington. "I know LT, she is absolutely beautiful." Brittany continued to stare at the gorgeous Latina that she had met a few hours ago. LT decided that Brittany had started at the picture for a little too long because he placed his paw upon her hand, signaling that it was time to change the page.
The next page that Brittany pulled up was the Latina's Twitter page. Brittany decided that the brunette was the most beautiful woman on the planet because even her Twitter picture was stunning. Brittany was about to sift through her twitpics when she noticed the newest tweet.
Hey guys! I had such a blast meeting with you today! If you got a pic with me tweet it to me! I want to see your pretty faces again.
Brittany had completely forgotten about the picture, how could she have forgotten a picture with that goddess? Quickly, Brittany jumped up and got her phone off of the charger, scaring LT away in the process.
"Sorry buddy," she said as she opened up her pictures. She clicked on the newest one and gasped.
There on her phone was the picture of her and Santana holding tightly onto each other and gazing deeply into the others eyes. They looked so perfect together, like Yin and Yang or Shaggy and Scooby. If someone didn't know any better, they might say that Brittany and Santana looked like the perfect couple.
Following Santana's instructions, Brittany quickly tweeted the picture.
unicornzROCK: Got to meet SantanaLopez today, what a successful day (:
She attached the file for the picture and tweeted it. She smiled when she saw it appear on her news scroll and opened the picture again to stare at the Latina again.
Brittany was about to close her Twitter page when she got a notification. Curious she looked back at her tweet and let out a small giggle. Her little sister had retweeted and favorited her tweet about Santana. She also replied to it.
halestormz: OMG Britt! I am soooo jelly right meow.
Haley's twitter slang always cracked Brittany up. She was sure that she was going to get a text or a call from Haley tomorrow asking her all about her meeting with the star.
While stifling a yawn Brittany made her way to bed and turned out her lights. She had just climbed under the covers when her phone beeped, signaling another notification from Twitter. Curious she opened up her Twitter page. Brittany took one look at the screen then dropped her phone in shock.
1 New Direct Message:
SantanaLopez
AN: Thanks for reading! Wanna know a secret? I heard that the review button is a little promiscuous and doesn't mind being used ;) so go on and use it!
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p.s. I think I'm going to start calling myself the Midnight Writer because I only get inspiration to write at random times really late at night/really early in the morning. I wrote this at 2am. Woops.