Note: Sorry for all the mistakes I committed in my previous chapter. I was definitely hangover during that time, and I was writing it at exactly 3a.m., and I realized how much alcohol could take effect and motivation on such stories. This is actually my first time to write here on Fanfiction, and obviously, I lack certain things. But I'll be working on it, as long as I know there are people who read. I mean, who wants to make stories only to be ignored? Right?
And also, the laws or any other organizations in this story were nothing but a work of pure imagination.
So, here's another chapter! I hope you all people will give it a try!
Let me know if you all want me to continue this!
"Are you DJ Snix?"
Santana stared at her with a sheepish grin on her face. She instantly noticed the annoyance in the tall blonde's voice, and the anger scratched on her face. She thought she was being bombarded by fans when an Asian chick and Aretha look-alike came rushing in the studio. She was never more proud of herself until that time. I mean, who wouldn't be proud if three ladies were looking for a sexy, hot DJ? She fixed her hair, and smiled at the three girls, but cast a smirk on Quinn. When she heard the blue-eyed blonde clear her throat, she looked back again and realized she was mentally praising herself for too long that she's forgotten a lady just asked a question if she was DJ Snix.
"Uh, yes?" She said. It was more of a question than a direct answer Brittany wanted to hear.
"Well, I'm Brittany." Brittany introduced herself harshly.
"Brittany?"
"Brittany, the girlfriend of your caller. It was my boyfriend you were talking to and you broke us up! Nice meeting you!" Brittany couldn't control her anger anymore. She yelled at Santana because she was so mad and embarrassed that the lady on the radio would have the power to make his boyfriend, Greg, to listen and even do what she told.
Santana frowned at her, but when the reality sunk in, she realized she was holding her breath and her heart was beating so fast it could almost go out and explode in any second.
"Now where the hell is your manager? I'm going to complain your being too damn nosy and pure insensitivity!" Brittany looked at her with pure anger in her eyes.
Instead of laughing, or throwing unnecessary critics at the girl who just said she was Brittany, she noticed that the girl, was indeed a definition of sexy. Not because she was a blonde lady with dazzling oceanic eyes, or even the fact that she has long legs and long hair, or because she was so mad she thought it was so hot, but because she was basically has too sweet voice and too golden features to be so mean and angry. But when she looked at her again, she realized that they were just all the same. This kind of girls who make her heart go loco, the reason why her brain has a sudden blackout, and make her fall for their sweet trap but only to be left and cheated after falling so hard. One girl proved that once, and it was enough for her to put in her entire consciousness that they were all the same, nothing has changed.
Nevertheless, Santana was never nervous her whole life. It was just a radio program, and she has been doing this for a month now. Not to mention, many of her callers followed her pretty little advice, and broke up immediately. She has the ratings, and the attention. Why would someone go complain about it just because her boyfriend broke up with her? Why only now? It was the right thing, wasn't it? She was doing what she knew was right. What the hell is this girl's problem? She thought. And with that, she knew, this girl would be the end of her career. Or at least, that's what she thought.
"You see, Sir. It is written here in Article IV Section 6, a DJ is just an entertainer responsible for music references and that programs who intended to malign, criticize, or attack a person, natural or juridical, are prohibited." Brittany read the paper she was holding to the mohawk guy, Puck, who introduced himself as Santana's manager and 107.8 radio station's owner. She frowned when the guy seemed like he wasn't listening for he was sneaking glances on the door, waiting for Santana and Quinn's arrival. "Are you even listening?"
"Of course, I am." He smirked at her, and touched his mohawk; his way of attracting girls. And his way to maybe try to stop Brittany make a scene in the media world because of a call her boyfriend had made.
Brittany rolled her eyes. Sure, she liked flirting but she was in no mood for one now. "And here's Section 7, I need this to be clear," she continued while pulling the chair and sitting on it. "A person who attacks another person -" She looked at Puck, who just had his hand on his forehead. "Fine, but these are the laws! My lawyer researched this." She said, gesturing to Tina, who was sitting awkwardly and nervously for what Brittany's plan on complaining the DJ.
"Um, if you must know, I'm not a lawyer. I'm still a student." Tina confirmed.
"You know, let's just wait for DJ Snix." He nodded, and the door creaked open. Quinn entered the room, casting a knowing glance on Puck, "You see, here's DJ Lucy!" Quinn smiled and shook hands with Brittany and Tina. The door opened again and this time it was Santana's turn. "And of course, DJ Snix!" Puck clasped his hands and relief that the DJ made it just in time. Santana just sheepishly smiled, and put her left hand in front of Brittany to shake it. But Brittany stared at it and just harshly slapped it away. Santana just frowned and made what-the-fuck faces because of the gesture.
"Anyway, we can really solve this by talking about it. DJ Lucy told me the whole story, and their sides, too. So, you know, all we need now is your side, Ms. Pierce." Puck snapped, looking at Quinn who just smiled innocently.
"Uh, actually, Sir, what my friend really needs here is to get a compensation and retribution for the role of discomfited against him. We just wanted to discuss with you what the procedure is, so we can commence with the file of complain and immediately proceed with the investigation." Tina said. Santana frowned angrily at the Asian chick, and annoyingly looked at Brittany who just nodded her head in agreement. She shook her head rapidly, and before she could even open her mouth to protest, Puck widened his eyes to her, a sign of keeping her mouthing shut. Santana just rolled her eyes.
"We're willing to conduct an investigation. But I don't think that's necessary, don't you think?" He said.
"No, no! Investigate!" Brittany said to him, and looked at Tina for assurance. Tina just smiled. Santana was suddenly boiling in anger with the disdain in Brittany's voice. She was definitely unreasonable.
Brittany was peeing when a loud bang on the door snapped her back to what's happening. She just ignored it, thinking that it was just some stupid person who needed to confirm if someone was using the toilet. But when another bang resonated in her ears, she annoyingly pulled her underwear and jeans up, and didn't even flashed the toilet. She opened the door, and a Latina had her hands crossed over her chest, and was waiting patiently for her.
"Couldn't you wait?" Brittany asked.
"I wasn't going to use the toilet! I was going to tell you that you are over-reacting! Did you hear yourself earlier?" Santana yelled at her. Brittany just smirked because she knew she was getting on Snix's nerves. Santana, on the other hand, got more annoyed by the fact that the tall blonde just freaking smirked in response. "You wanted me to get suspended!"
"That's the point of investigation." Brittany laughed.
"Well, you were complaining but it was your fault that your boyfriend called, and it was my job to answer and help him get over it."
"Can you just shut up? I will really complain you until this gets heard by the court!" She said pointing dramatically to Santana. She faced the mirror, and fixed her hair repeatedly. She looked at Santana who was so damn annoyed with the look on her face, and with the lines forming on her forehead. She laughed again, and shook her head. "Instead of making such a fuss about it, why don't you just help them with the investigation so we can get over this immediately?"
Santana just looked at her in the mirror. She couldn't help again but look deeply in those oceanic eyes. She couldn't help but think that it felt like the clouds were up on the ceiling, reflecting the bluish color in her eyes. She couldn't help but feel like the ocean poured itself in the corners of Brittany's eyes, that the clarity went on it. Eyes ashen with the sweetness of her smile. She just couldn't help but feel like there was something in those harmless flirting attitude of the blonde. There was some plausible reason behind it. There must be. Everything has a reason, anyway.
Brittany noticed the longing stare of the DJ. She grinned and looked at Santana's eyes on the mirror. There was something in the darkness of her eyes. Something that happened in its tragic way. Something that a black smoke of clouds entered it, and hollered its way to the corner of those wet eyes. It seemed to be full of tears. Full of pain, and anguish. Doubt even. That behind those bitchy features, there could be something so soft in it.
When they both caught each other's eyes, Brittany shook her head, and cascaded herself back to reality. She put her signatured smirk on again, and faced the Latina. "I know, I know." She said while softly caressing her own face, and tucking strand of her hair in her right ear. "I'm admittedly hot, stop drooling." She tapped the DJ's shoulder, before walking out of the room. Completely leaving a stunned DJ loss at words.
Santana rolled her eyes. But before she could even yell a sluggish response, or an insult, she thought of something she could lose when she would be suspended. Her job. A job that helped her a lot to forget the sorrow she was in. A suspension could lead to full expulsion. Someone could replace her if that happened. And she couldn't bear the thought of losing it. So she followed the blonde, and acted neutrally sincere towards her.
"Wait," she pulled the blonde to her wrist. Brittany just grinned, but pulled away when she felt a shock of electricity traveled through her veins. "I'm sorry, I'm really, really, really sorry. What do you want me to do? Do you want me to talk to Greg and fix this? I'll do it." She said sincerely, making sure that her sweet voice reigned through Brittany's ears.
"And what makes you think he'll talk to me?" Brittany crossed her arms to her chest.
"He listened to my advice, remember?"
"You know, you're such a bitch. You feel like all your words are right, huh? What do you think you are, an expert? And do you really think that after what Greg and I have been through because of your stupid radio program, you can make him get back to me?"
"You have so many questions, Goldilocks. And to answer those, yes." Santana replied harshly.
Brittany looked at her from feet to head. She shook her head again to the possibility that Santana could really help her out. "Fine. I'll consider it. If your plan works, I'll take my complain back. Anyway, you're an expert in that field. Love problems, right?" She said sarcastically.
Santana rolled her eyes, but pulled a piece of paper in her bag. "Fine, call me." This girl was so getting on her nerves, it made her want to strangle her to death. Brittany just smiled, and took the paper. She looked at it, and remembered what the DJ called her. She frowned, "Wait, what did you just call me earlier?"
Santana just shrugged.
"I have no golden curly hairs!" Brittany yelled at her when she stormed off the room.
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