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Brittany rushes home from the studio and burst into her apartment to see Sam sitting on the couch with Lord Tubbington.
"How is he?" She asks as she sets her things on the table and walks over to the pair.
"No change. He just isn't being himself." Sam shrugs not really knowing how else to explain it.
She kneels down in front of her cat petting his head. And he just glances at her, not even caring that she came home. Lord Tubbington is defiantly not himself and seeing him like this just pulls on her heart. She bites her lip fighting back the tears. "I am going to take him to the vet. Would you mind driving us?"
"Of course, Britt" Sam stands up and Brittany picks up the cat taking a small blanket with them and they walk out the door and to the car.
While they are driving Sam ask her how her first practice with Santana went. She tells him how she was over an hour late and how the latina got mad when she said she had to leave.
"Well that is one way to start off." Sam says eyes still focused on the road.
Brittany is petting LT's head. "You would think she would have been nicer because she was an hour late." She thinks back to what the latina said about Lord Tubbington just being a 'cat'. Brittany knows he is a cat, but that doesn't mean he isn't important to Brittany. She has had him since she was 13. He has always been there for her, and she can't bear the thought of living her life without him. "She was just mean." She pouts and looks down at the cat still petting him gently, hoping it is making him more comfortable.
Sam nods his head in agreement. "Good thing you don't have to see her again till Wednesday."
Brittany agrees, but finds herself thinking that she would be glad if she and the latina get out in the first round, especially if this is how Santana is always going to act.
They arrive at the vet, and are seen by the Veterinarian pretty quickly. She takes the cat's temperature as well as doing a full physical examination of LT and asking if he has eating anything strange. Brittany just says that he eats what they eat and has been getting into Sam's cereal whenever he leaves in unattended.
"Rather than your cat being extremely obese, he is in good health, but he seems to be having stomach issues, so my guess is that he is lactose intolerant."
Brittany just stares at the woman, not really sure what means for the cat.
Sam leans over to Brittany and says "He's allergic to milk."
The vet shakes her head. "No, it means he his body has trouble breaking down dairy products, milk being one of them. He basically has a bad tummy ache right now, so we will give him something to help with that." Brittany feels a wave of relief wash over her.
"So keep him away from dairy products, and I strongly recommend putting him on a diet because I must say this is the fattest cat I have ever seen."
"Shouldn't he get some kind award for that then?" Brittany says.
The vet shakes her head no, and goes on to explain the dangers of him being so obese.
Brittany leans down and gives the cat a kiss on the head for being alright in the end, but tells him; "You are so going on Weight Watchers."
The vet chuckles and Sam does too, but the difference is that Sam knows Brittany is being dead serious.
"You're a bitch." Quinn states as she walks from her kitchen carrying two glasses of water and into the living room, sitting on the same couch as Santana. The latina went straight to her house after she left the studio.
"I really wasn't trying to be though! I am usually never late to anything, and how was I supposed to know her cat was sick?" Santana says taking the water Quinn is offering her. "I still blame Berry for all this. If she would keep her crazy under wraps, I wouldn't have missed out on my sleep."
Quinn sighs, "You should still apologize, Santana. You are going to be working with her for however long you manage to stay on the show. You don't need her hating you."
Santana takes a drink of her water while listening to Quinn talk. She knows her friend is right. She has always had a problem of being too harsh on people when she talks. She has gotten better since she's gotten out of high school, but she still has her slip ups. She nods her head at Quinn agreement.
"Fine, I will apologize, but how? I don't see her again will Wednesday, and I would prefer her not being mad at me when we meet again." She thinks back to seeing the dancer with tears in her eyes.
Quinn bites her cheek as she thinks, "Why don't you have Kurt get her number for you? I am sure he can get it since the show contacted him to when they partnered you up with Brittany."
"I guess it is better than doing nothing." Santana pulls out her phone and texts Kurt asking him to get the dancers number for her. After doing so, she asks Quinn, "How are you and Puck?" She wanted to talk about something else. Quinn had met Puck on night when they were at a club, and he happens to be the manager.
Quinn shrugs and says "Fine" with a smile. They have been dating for almost 2 years. Quinn was never too thrilled about Pucks job but she knows he loves it. They hear the door open then close. "Speak of the devil." Quinn says as Puck enters the living room.
"Lopez!" He shouts having not expected to see her there. "Have you finally agreed to that three-some we talked about?" He throws a wink in their direction causing Quinn to throw a pillow at him and Santana makes a disgusted face at him saying, "So gross."
"Joking, I was totally joking!" He throw his hands up in defense before catching the pillow and walking over to the back of the couch leaning over it to give Quinn a kiss on the forehead, while whispering a 'Hey, babe.' He pulls away from Quinn and jumps over the back of the couch to join the girls.
"So what's up ladies?" Letting is arms rest on the back of the couch. Quinn starts fill him in about Santana's little problem with her dancer.
Santana feels her phone vibrate. She pulls her phone up no longer paying any attention to the couple when they start to talk about how their days were. Sure enough the message is from Kurt and it contains the dancer's number.
Now all she has to figure out what she is going to say, and that turns out to be pretty damn difficult for Santana.
They return home from the vet and Lord Tubbington already seems to be feeling better. Brittany is glad that LT is feeling better and that it wasn't anything serious, but now her mind ventures back to what happened with Santana this morning.
She is in her room and putting away her laundry thinking. Is the latina going to tell Tina that she would like another dancer? Would she even care if that happened? Brittany really wants to dance this season, even if it means dancing with a girl, but if Santana is always as rude as she was to Brittany this morning, is it really worth it?
Sam told her not to let it get to her, when they were on their way back to the vet. He informed her that Santana is said to have a bit of an attitude, that her manager has deemed her with the nickname 'Satan' and they are supposed to be really good friend.
Brittany has never been good at defending herself from bullies. All throughout high school she dealt with people calling her 'stupid' and 'retarded'. She would always try to prove them wrong by trying to do good on the next test or quiz, but it never worked. She was just couldn't learn what the teachers where trying to teach her. It was thanks to Tina and Mike that she was able to graduate on time.
If she couldn't fend off the bullies from high school, how was she going to deal with Santana? Brittany flops down on her bed and stares at her ceiling.
"Why did I ever agree to dance with Santana Lopez?" She asks out loud even though she is by herself.
"Britt!" She hears Sam call from the living room, so she gets up from her bed and walks to where he is.
His eyes are glued to the TV screen because he is playing Call of Duty. Brittany says, "You know I suck at that game, not to mention I don't like it because I think it makes Lord Tubbington act violent and we all know violence doesn't solve anything."
Sam shakes his head, "I wasn't going to ask you to play. I was just telling you that your phone went off." He said as he takes his hand off the controller for a second to point at the table where Brittany's phone sits.
"Oh, thanks." She says as she goes out of her way to the dougie across the TV screen, to get to her phone.
She laughs when she hears Sam yell at her to move and saying all thanks to her he died. She picks up her phone to see she has a text message from an unknown number. She unlocks her phone and reads,
Unknown number: Hey, It's Santana Lopez. I just wanted to say I am sorry that I was late, and I hope your cat is ok.
It is such a simple message, but it still made all of Brittany's worries from earlier go right out the window. She is about to respond when another message from Santana pops up.
Unknown number: And don't think I am a creep for having your number. I had my manager contact the Asian that is charge of the dancers, Tina, I think is what her name was. But she gave your number to Kurt who gave it to me.
Brittany smiles as she reads the girls rant about how she got her number, and another text message pops up.
Unknown number: I am ranting. Forget what I just said. Just know I am sorry for how I acted.
A full grin is spread across Brittany's face right now. Maybe she was wrong about Santana Lopez? People can have an off day right?
Suddenly she gets an idea; hopefully it will let them make up the time they have lost. She types back a response and hits send.
"NO! YOU ARE A CAMPING! THAT SO ISN'T FAIR! WHO KNEW WE WENT ON A CAMPING TRIP!" Sam screams at the TV screen and it nearly causes Brittany to drop her phone from her hand.
"Don't yell! Lord Tubbington is still in recovery!" She looks over at the cat that is still sleeping in his bed, undistributed.
Sam mutters out a 'sorry' still fully involved in his game.
Brittany saves Santana Lopez's number into her phone and waits for the girl to respond.
Brittany Peirce: I don't think you are a creep. ;p Thank you for apologizing, and he is fine. But how about you meet me at the studio in an hour, so I can teach you how to dance the tango?
"She wants me to meet her at the studio." She says out loud to Quinn and Puck causing them to look away from the movie that they were watching and at her. She is actually a little surprised that Brittany text her back.
"You have to go. You owe it to her. You wasted her time earlier and now you have a chance to make it up to her, so she doesn't hate you. And if you want to win you also need to learn how to dance." Quinn says, and Puck nods his head agreeing with his girlfriend, but returning his attention to the movie.
"No shit." Santana states as she responses to Brittany's text;
I will see you there.
She hits send as she stands up from the couch, grabs her car keys and says goodbye to Quinn and Puck while walking to the front door.
"Try not to be late this time Lopez." Puck calls out as she opens the door, causing Quinn chuckle and Puck joins her a second late.
Santana flips them both off as she walks out closing the door behind her.
"Assholes" she says as she makes her way to her car to head to the studio, making sure she will be on time.
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