Dudes, I love reading your reviews! They really make me smile, keep em coming and I'll do my best to churn out chapters. Has anyone went to go watch the Tonight You're Mine movie trailer on Youtube? You should! It won't spoil the story for you at all because while I'm following the basic outline I'm changing a lot of things as well, like inserting the brief scenes with Sugar while completely eliminating the character of The Make's skeezy manager, but the trailer will give you some clear visuals of what everything looks like and what I imagine Santana and Brittany are wearing.
Also, to the reviewer who asked if brittana were endgame: I don't think I could ever write a story where they weren't endgame, so no worries :)
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In the dining hall tent Santana and Brittany had just taken a seat together at one of the tables and began to poke at the food on their plates, occasionally they would even steal a nibble from each other. As prickly as things could sometimes get between them there was also strangely a level of comfort there that perhaps just came with being in each other's personal space.
Mid chew Santana waved down a festival worker who was maintaining the tent. ''Hey, can I maybe get a beer here?'' she asked and pointed down at her table. The festival employee nodded and quickly scampered off to go retrieve a beverage for her.
Brittany meanwhile side-eyed Santana. ''You know I was thinking,we should probably both try to eat and drink light for the time being.''
''What why?''
''Well, right now we don't know how long we're going to be stuck with each other. Say one of us needs to pee, what happens? I'm not getting into a porta potty with you if you have to tinkle.''
''Tinkle? Who says that?''
''You know what I mean. We should take it easy on refreshments, take a couple of sips but pace yourself.''
Santana raised her eyes at 'a couple of sips', a little put off that Brittany was trying to tell her what to do after their snippy little disagreement at the buffet. When the festival worker returned with a clear plastic cup with a layer of froth at the top Santana took it with a grateful nod and then proceeded to down it in one long messy gulp. ''You know what,'' Santana said to the festival worker. ''Go ahead and bring me another, I'm super thirsty all of a sudden.'' And again the employee went off at her request.
Brittany groaned at Santana's childishness as she looked skywards in aggravation. ''I'm really tempted to throttle you with my hands right now.''
''Breath play? Kinky.''
''What's kinky?'' asked Lake, Santana's model girlfriend, as she approached the table. This time however she seemed a lot more calm than before when she had found them together in bed.
''Nothing,'' Santana said cautiously. ''Listen Lake I want to explain about what you saw-''
Lake shook her head and took a seat at Santana's side. ''You don't have to, Sam told me how the handcuffs happened. From where I was standing it looked a little odd but I get it, this was beyond your control.'' Lake looked saddened but forced a smile as she went on cryptically. ''And you and I both know that even if it was what it looked like it wasn't my place to put you on the spot or make you feel bad about it.''
With her free hand Santana reached over to touch Lake's hand in a comforting manner and gave her a soft look. On the other side of Santana Brittany watched the pair, finding the interaction a bit off for two women who were supposed to be girlfriends. They definitely came off very familiar with each other but the way they looked at each other lacked a certain kind of intimacy that all couples generally had.
Brittany couldn't quite place what felt so peculiar about them and turned a bit in her seat so she could face Lake. ''And on my part I just want to apologize for licking your girlfriend's neck. Since we've been stuck together Santana and I have been picking at each other and I was being a jerk when you walked in. I thought it'd be funny to get her in trouble with her girlfriend which was not cool. Playing with people's relationships is something I would never ever do. And besides, your girlfriend isn't my type.''
''My girlfriend is every girl's type,'' Lake replied playfully, looking at ease with it all as she smiled at Brittany. ''Hey all is forgiven, it was just a misunderstanding and I get it now.''
''Good news!'' Mark, Brittany's boyfriend, announced as he came over to join them and took a seat on the other side of Brittany. ''I've arranged for someone to deliver an industrial grade bolt cutter to us. It's costing me an arm and a leg to have it driven in but we'll have you both out of those cuffs in a few hours.''
''That's great,'' Brittany said softly, patting the man on the shoulder. ''But we don't exactly have a few hours. My show, remember?''
''And that's the bad news,'' Mark continued with a wince and rubbed Brittany's back as if to soothe her. ''It's going to take some time to get here because someone has to buy it and drive it all the way out here. There's just no way it'll be here in time.''
Then the four of them sat in a weird kind of silence for awhile. Santana's second beer was delivered. Brittany pushed her plate of food away and planted herself face first onto the tablecloth with a frustrated groan. With nothing else to offer Mark went quiet and began to pick at the food on Brittany's plate. Lake meanwhile pulled her phone out and began to tap around on it until a light bulb went off over her head and made her pause.
''Okay I have an idea,'' Lake began. ''Why don't you two put it on Twitter?''
''Put what on Twitter?'' Brittany asked through a muffle, her face still comically pressed into the table.
''Your problem,'' the model continued. ''We're at one of the biggest music festivals in America you're bound to have some followers that are attending right? Maybe one of them sees your Twitter notification and knows a way to get you guys out of this?''
''That could work,'' Mark chimed in. ''Brittany, how many followers do you have?''
Brittany sprang upright with a new sense of hope. ''Ten thousand.''
''And you?''
Santana pulled out her phone and checked. ''Nine hundred thousand.''
Lake clapped her hands. ''See, wouldn't that be the best way to ask a large amount of people for help?''
Brittany raised her eyebrows as she gave it some thought and came up with another option. ''Well, not the best…''
With that she scrambled up and out of her seat, dragging Santana along with her, with Lake and Mark trailing behind them a few steps, after them came Sam and the rest of The Dirty Pinks who were just as confused as to what was going on now.
''Wait, I wasn't finished with my beer! Where are we going now?'' whined Santana as she tried to keep up with Brittany's brisk pace.
''We're at Coachella, right? So what do you think would be the best way to ask a question to a group of people at the same place at the same time?''
''I don't know you tell me.''
''Okay you remember that Finn guy we ran into?''
''The one who was completely useless, yeah.''
''Before he walked off he said was going to prepare the main stage for The Chainsmokers set and according to the lineup their show just started like a half hour ago.''
Santana was still clueless as to where she was going with this. ''Which means what exactly?''
''It means we're gonna crash their set and ask the crowd! Someone somewhere has to have a bolt cutter or key or something that'd help us get out of these before my show!''
''You're insane,'' Santana hollered in disbelief.
''I told you how important my gig is tonight, didn't I? We have to try. I have to try.''
With a shrug and shake of her head Santana gave in. Brittany seemed gung ho and Santana understood why. It took them fifteen more minutes to jog through the grounds to reach the main stage and because they all had passes they were able to approach from the rear. While their respective partners and band mates waited by the stairs leading up to the stage Santana and Brittany slyly found their way up, past curtains, cables and various music equipment. And then with absolutely no announcement or warning they stormed the stage, both of them making for the center of it all where the duo of DJs were standing behind a console, pressing buttons and spinning music to the crowd in front of them.
They pushed the Chainsmokers away, down and off the platform which they had been standing on. The music immediately came to a screeching halt as Santana and Brittany hopped up into their place. The crowd started to rumble in confusion and anger until Brittany yanked a mic off of it's cradle and began talking and then in recognition that these two weren't just any stage rushers the festival goers started hollering and wooo-ing for them.
''Hey everyone!'' Brittany shouted into the mic. ''I'm sorry to interrupt your show but this is an emergency.'' She held up their handcuffed hands to show the crowd. ''I need for your help. I'm looking for an industrial strength tool, and no I'm not talking about the tool I'm attached to, you all might know her as Santana Lopez from The Make.''
The crowd wooted and roared with laughter.
Santana squinted at her, amused but willing to play right along with her. She pulled at Brittany's hand so she herself could speak into the mic. ''If anyone out there has keys or a bolt cutter we really need your help. I know I do, I don't think I can stand being handcuffed to this one any longer. I feel Brittany and The Dirty Pinks poor record sales rubbing off on me already.''
''Me, what about you?'' Brittany scoffed and then looked to the concert goers. ''She's been trying to rub a lot more than record sales onto me if you know what I mean.''
Santana again took the mic to speak to the crowd. ''She wishes I'd rub off on her.''
''I do not.''
Brittany swatted at her, Santana swatted right back and together they laughed. That laughter however was cut short when two men in bright yellow t-shirts that read Event Staff on the front appeared and made for them. The two bulky security men pulled them down from the platform and threw each of them over a shoulder.
''The Dirty Pinks are going to be playing the Heineken Stage in an hour and a half, if you or someone you know can help find us there!'' Santana shouted as they were both being hauled off.
''Also The Chainsmokers suck!'' Brittany screamed as she waved goodbye to the crowd.
And with that the security guys walked back behind the stage and deposited them both down. Because they had the appropriate VIP bracelets and because Santana Lopez was kind of a big deal no one confronted them over their stage crashing. It was there in the wings, surrounded by more gear that they realized they weren't alone. There was a group of people mingling about that had been watching The Chainsmokers set from the side of the stage with the crew.
Amongst that group were Tegan and Sara. The Tegan and Sara.
''You two!'' Santana made her way over to the pair of sisters. ''Your life coach spiritual adviser whatever the fuck Holly Holiday where is she?!''
''Uhhhh, nice to see you too,'' Tegan said, scrunching up her face at the brashness.
''Excuse her and her asshole-ish tendencies,'' Brittany spoke up. ''But your friend Holly Holiday? We bumped into her while she was on her way to meet you and she did this to us.'' Brittany once again held up the cuffs. Both Tegan and Sara laugh snorted in response.
''Oh man, poor you being handcuffed to this one,'' Sara remarked, tossing a nod in Santana's direction.
''I know right,'' Brittany just nodded in agreement.
Santana let out a long annoyed psssshhhhh sound at that remark as she addressed the twins. ''You know what, either one of you would be lucky to be handcuffed to me for a day.'' She then turned to Brittany at her side and stage whispered to her. ''They don't like me because I can never tell them apart.''
''No, we don't like you because the first time we met you, you were drunk and made fun of Tegan's ptosis,'' explained Sara matter of factly. ''Who does that?''
''Not cool,'' said Tegan.
''Ptosis is a serious issue, Santana.''
''Also,'' Tegan continued, raising her pointer finger up. ''You hit on my girlfriend.''
''And my girlfriend.''
''And then you challenged us both to a Gay Off, whatever that is, cause you said you were gayer than both of us put together.''
''And then you fell down and just started crying for some reason.''
''Okay whatever,'' Santana moaned, being put on the spot for her behavior. ''I'm sorry for making fun of your tired eyelid thing, that totally wasn't cool, and for saying I was gayer than both of you combined, also not cool, and the whole hitting on your girlfriends thing too, that part was probably most not cool. I was drunk and that was no excuse and I'm sorry.''
Tegan and Sara seemed to relax with Santana's apology. ''Whatever but as for that Holly chick she's not our friend, we barely know her.''
''The Lonely Island crew recommended her to us so we invited her out here for a private meeting in our down time. They said she was really good at life coaching and sorting out in-band issues but after meeting with her today I'm thinking those guys were just screwing with us.''
''Why?'' asked Brittany.
Sara shrugged. ''She made us sit on the floor and pretend we were in Japan.''
''She called it her sacred sexy sharing circle.'' Tegan shivered. ''And then she asked us if we personally knew Ani Difranco. Really weird.''
''Mondo weird. Anyways we cut the meeting short and she left. I'm assuming she's probably still somewhere around the festival grounds but your guess is as good as mine. We don't know where she is.''
Brittany sighed and nodded. ''Well if you see her around can you tell her that we're both looking for her? Santana and myself.''
''Sure thing. You're from The Dirty Pinks right?''
''You've heard of us?'' Brittany asked, brightening up slightly.
''Totally. I'm half disappointed that Sara and I never thought of that band name and your record's cool too. If you and the band ever want to come to a show get in touch with our people, you'll be our personal guests.''
Slightly peeved that the sister act were rather taken with Brittany and her band than they ever had been with her Santana began waving her hand about, signalling that it was time for her and Brittany to be off. Brittany thanked the twins as Santana started to shuffle them both back out onto the grounds.
''I can't believe you drunk challenged Tegan and Sara to a Gay Off.''
''Which I think I would win for the record. I'm not just gay, I'm ten kinds of gay.''
''And you cried in front of them,'' Brittany snickered.
''I'm a drunk-crier, it's a thing I do.''
They stumbled down the stage stairs where Sam, The Dirty Pinks and their partners were milling about anxiously waiting. Quinn, Tina and Dani swarmed around Brittany, waiting for her to lead them and make the next call.
''So what's the plan?'' Quinn asked her.
Brittany was at a loss. ''The plan is we make our way to our stage and get ready for the gig. Hopefully someone out there who can help us makes their way over there too.''
''And if they don't?'' Tina questioned.
''Then we go on stage with Santana,'' Brittany said. It really was their only option if no one showed up with a solution. ''We have to. What other choice do we have?''
Quinn tapped at her chin in thought. ''What about your solos?''
''I'll cover Britt's solos,'' reassured Dani. ''I'll find a way to make it work on the guitar. Just take over the extra keyboard duties for me on a few of the tracks, you can probably manage that with the handcuffs.''
''Do we even bother to tell the crowd why Santana's there or do we what, throw a sheet over her or something?'' Tina wondered aloud.
''I'm not going on stage looking like Casper the fucking friendly ghost,'' said Santana. ''Don't worry, I'll sit there and be quiet. I'll be on my best behavior, I swear.''
''I'm holding you to that you know,'' Brittany told her.
''I'll be a perfect angel.''
''You, an angel? I've never heard anything more laughable,'' Brittany cracked although she did so with a smile.
''I can be sweet when I want to be,'' Santana insisted with a wink.
The rest of The Dirty Pinks shared a look between each other and Sam was even observing quietly how Santana and Brittany seemed more occupied with each other than with engaging with their partners who were just standing about like random bystanders.
And so the group started to make their way off. The festival was vast enough that it had several stages set up on the grounds and it just so happened that The Dirty Pinks were due to perform on one of the slightly smaller stages. But this being Coachella of course the smaller stage meant that they were going to be playing to a crowd of roughly five thousand instead of tens and tens of thousands like those headlining the mainstage. It was still going to be healthy sized crowd. Their stage however was on the other side of the festival which meant they were also going to have to make a bit of a trek through the main grounds.
The sun was slowly beginning to set off in the distance which made their journey even more entertaining as the lights from around the festival began to flicker on. The ferris wheel and spinning cups rides were illuminated with bright poppy colors. Around them some people glowed ever so slightly with silly little glow in the dark necklaces and bracelets. They passed by a man dressed up like a break dancing robot who was for whatever reason was getting down in the middle of the food trucks and tents selling tacos, burgers, corn dogs, cotton candy and all sorts of gross yet delicious food.
It was chaos but the wonderful kind.
They were actually making good time when Santana paused and stopped walking which of course forced Brittany to halt along with her.
''What?''
''Um.''
''What's wrong?''
Santana looked slightly pained as she started shifting in place. ''I need to pee.''
''Oh my god, what did I tell you? This was going to happen.''
''It was bound to happen to one of us,'' Santana flinched and did a funny hop, trying to control her bladder. ''Let's go back to the trailers, I'll pee real quick and then we'll go to your stage.''
''Uh no way,'' said Brittany who started marching them forward again. ''We don't have time to go back just to make the same exact trip to the stage, we're more than already half way there anyway, okay?''
''What exactly do you expect me to do then?''
''Here we go.'' Brittany spotted an area littered with a couple dozen porta potties.
''Oh hell no,'' scoffed Santana. ''Ain't gonna happen. I don't do public toilets.''
''You do now.''
''I can't, I'm serious, I'm allergic to them!''
''Come on if you really have to go, you'll use one. If not then we really need to keep going, me and my band don't have a lot of time to work with here.''
Quietly fuming Santana stepped forward and opened a potty door only to immediately slam it shut. ''It looks like someone had a baby in there!''
''Are you going to play around or are you going to pee?''
''Fuh-ine,'' grumbled Santana who went to open a different potty door. She scrunched up her nose at it but since it appeared considerably more clean she decided to go ahead and walk in. Because of the cuffs though she couldn't exactly shut the door entirely. Brittany pushed it as close to shut as it could possibly get and then stood right outside and looked up at the sky as she waited.
''Hurry up,'' she urged Santana.
''I am, don't peek.''
''Peek? Yeah, cause that's exactly what I wanna see. That's totally one of my kinks. Santana Lopez tinkling in a porta potty.''
''Hey I don't know your life.''
''Are you going? Cause I don't hear anything.''
''Maybe you would if you stopped distracting me and my bladder over here, it's shy, I have to focus to make this happen.''
Brittany went quiet and the rest of the group did as well until they heard the long and satisfied whimper that came from having a long overdue pee.
''Uhhh, I'm out of toilet paper here…'' Santana said from inside the potty.
''Of course you are,'' Brittany sighed because it was just her luck, just their luck. ''Can someone find some? I would but...kinda attached to her.''
The next five minutes found Sam and The Dirty Pinks opening porta potty doors in search of tissue for her. Other than Tina accidentally opening the door on someone who was already in one of the potties things from there generally went smoothly. Santana exited the portable stall and they started their trek again.
''There's hand sanitizer in the right breast pocket,'' Brittany informed her.
''Huh?''
''My jacket, you're wearing it remember.''
Santana felt around the inside of Brittany's trendy little coat and found the small plastic container. ''Thanks.'' She handed it over to Brittany who took a dab of it as well and rubbed it into her hands before giving it back to Santana to store away in the jacket once more.
''I know this isn't what you imagined your first time playing Coachella but I gots-ta say I'm kind of excited to join you and The Dirty Pinks on stage.''
''You are?''
''I am, seriously. Now I can tell everyone that as a side project I'm a member of The Vaginas which frankly is where I've always wanted to be.''
Brittany laughed and shook her head at the wrongness. ''Do you ever stop, do you ever turn off the funny?''
''I'll turn it off when you stop validating it by laughing,'' Santana teased, bumping her shoulder into Brittany slyly.
''I'll stop laughing when you stop being ridiculous.''
''I'll stop being ridiculous when you admit that I'm not as intolerable as you first thought I was.''
''Well I wouldn't hold your breath.'' Brittany gave her a light shoulder bump back. ''Now come on, pick up the pace...me and you...it looks like we have a show to play.''
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I don't mind The Chainsmokers and I actually own a few of their songs but I know they get a lot of hate and I kinda feel like AU rockstar!Brittany would be one of those haters lol.
So is anyone a Tegan and Sara fan? I've been a fan since The Con days and I swear I never planned to include them in this way other than name drop them in the first chapter but somehow that scene just happened and I kind of found it hilarious, so. Idk. Sorry 'bout it. :)