AN: Thank you for all your reviews and your patience. I'll post a few more chapters to see where my readers count is, to see if it's still worth posting. I know you're wondering "WHERE IS THE BRITTANA?" - they will meet soon. I have a few questions at the end of the story though and would appreciate if you comment to answer them or even PM me since they may not be actual "reviews" of the chapter. I value your input.


Santana POV

"So? Have you decided?"

"Decided on what?" Santana asks while scrolling through her iPhone for the next song she wants to hear. One side of her headphone on her right ear, the other one tucked behind her left so she can still have a conversation.

"Decided on which boot-camp you're going to go to this summer," Quinn says, highlighting an important sentence in her law book.

"Ugh, don't even get me started on that again. It's just so stupid. Why do I have to go to a fucking boot-camp? I can either spend money to go to a boot-camp to do nothing or I can do that right here… for free!"

"I don't think that's the point, Santana. Honestly, I think your mom is right."

Santana sends her such a painfully evil glare that Quinn has to look away. So, she flips her page, focusing her eyes on the words and continues to talk, knowing Santana is listening. "You need to find something you want to do. You need to get your career going, Santana. You've spent three years in school doing absolutely nothing. I'm surprised they haven't kicked you out of college yet."

Santana rolls her eyes, "Okay, mom!"

Quinn drops her pen between the pages, "Seriously, Santana. Can you take this seriously for once? You were such a good student in high school. What happened?"

Santana sighs, "Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. I just… I have no motivation. Like, I honestly don't know what I'm doing or where to start. Nothing interests me."

"Maybe the boot-camp thing would be good for you. Get away from here for a little bit. Learn something new. Maybe meet some new people. Clear your mind from the hustle and bustle of college courses, and when you come back, maybe you can start fresh and take some classes you actually enjoy."

"You know what? I think you're right. I need to find my passion again; find my drive. Ground myself again. Maybe boot-camp will be helpful." Santana nods to herself, "I'm going to California!"

"Atta girl, I – wait! What?" Quinn's eyes have never been wider. "California? Santana, when I said get away from here, I meant college. I meant the city. I didn't mean the state! I didn't mean the time zone!"

Santana laughs, "I know, Quinn, but you're right. I do need to get away from this city. Everything has just been pretty shitty since high school ended and things are only getting worse. I think I need to see things from a new perspective. You know, from Los Angeles."

"Wow, I mean. If you feel like that's what you need to do, then go for it. Did you have anything in mind? What are they offering over there in the West Coast?"

Santana reaches into her bag and pulls out the one pamphlet she didn't throw out and drops it on top of Quinn's textbook.

"Dance? Santana Lopez is going to be a dancer?"

"Well, yeah. I guess so. I mean, we were cheerleaders back in high school, so I do have some rhythm."

Quinn chuckles, "Okay. I was a cheerleader. You joined me for a year, called it stupid, and quit."

"I was still a cheerleader, and I was damn good at it," Santana says and sits back in her chair clasping her hands behind her head.

Quinn nods while looking through the pamphlet, "I can't lie, you were actually good at it. You were damn loud enough."

Santana slaps her on the arm and they both break out in laughter, finally being shushed by the other people trying to study in the library.

"Santana, come here right now!" Her mother yells out from the kitchen when Santana closes the door to the house.

/

Santana walks into the kitchen as sees her mom at the counter. Looking down, she sees the garbage can from her room settled next to her mom's legs. Rolling her eyes, she knows exactly what her mom is huffing about.

"What is this? I went around gathering pamphlets to fix you – fix your behaviour and this is how you show your appreciation?"

Santana puts her palms up stopping the rant. "Mom, no. It's not what it looks like. I have actually chosen where I wanted to go." She doesn't even want to question the word her mom chose to use – fix – knowing it would only lead to an argument, so she ignores it.

Her mother's eyes widen and a smile spreads over her lips, "You have? Which one?" Her mother rounds the counter to stand in front of Santana with enthusiasm.

Sighing in relief, Santana digs into her backpack and pulls out the little booklet. "Dance!"

Her mom picks it up and looks at it, flipping it around to look at the location. "L.A?"

"Mhm," Santana hums and goes to the cabinet to grab herself a glass of water.

"Isn't that a bit far?"

"Hey! You're the one that gave me a bunch to choose from and that was one of them. So, I choose that one," she says with confidence.

Her mom looks down and nods her head, "Yeah, I suppose you're right. What am I going to do without my little girl at home though?"

"Mom, I'm not your little girl anymore. I'm 21."

"I know, but you're still my baby."

Internally groaning and then rolling her eyes, Santana walks towards her mom and says, "I know Mom, but I need this. I need to grow up and be independent. Isn't that what you wanted?"

Her mom bites her lip and Santana prays that she doesn't start crying.

"Yes. My little girl is growing up," She wraps her arms around her daughter and Santana softly hugs back.

"We should register for the course as soon as possible," Santana says as she pulls away from the hug.

"Right! I'll go get my laptop from my room and we can get you signed up."

Her mom goes up to her room to get the laptop she hardly ever lets Santana use, even though Santana is constantly helping her and teaching her how to use it. Luckily, when she was 16, her dad bought her one for herself since Santana and her mom were constantly fighting for laptop use.

When her mom comes down they begin to register her for the boot-camp. Her mom sits in front of the computer while Santana stands behind her and tells her what to do. Pointing at where she should be clicking and typing and such.

When all is finished, her mom sits back in her chair, "Well, Santana. I hope this helps you out. That was not cheap."

Nodding her head, "Yeah, I know." Is all Santana can say trying not to roll her eyes, knowing the money they get from her dad more can probably cover 5 of those boot-camps. She rather not get into it with her mom about her going to multiple mani-pedis as well as constantly getting her hair done and buying expensive clothing and jewelry. "Thanks, Mom."

/

Santana texts Quinn that night telling her everything has been settled with her mom and that she's officially registered to go to L.A. on the first Thursday of July. Quinn's responses are short with very little emotion and Santana knows exactly why. She suggest for them to meet up that evening to talk about it, which Quinn responds quickly with a yes.

That evening, they go to a bar and have a couple of drinks each. Well, six drinks each to be exact. They end up stumbling and giggling out of the bar with Quinn leaning on Santana's shoulder. They walk back to Santana's home where Quinn drags Santana to the side of her house and hugs her tightly.

"I'm going to miss you," Quinn slurs out.

"I'll miss you too, Quinn, but we still have another two months before I have to be anywhere, and even so, I'll only be gone for two months and we can always text and skype," Santana says rubbing her best friend's back up and down.

"I know, it's just weird not spending the summer with you."

"We have all of June."

"We have half of June because I'm taking summer courses."

"Now whose fault is that?" Santana laughs.

"Yours," Quinn whispers and holds her lips against Santana's neck, causing slight tingles to run up her body. "Your fault because you're leaving me."

Santana can feel Quinn's light kisses and her tongue swipe over her neck and she inhales a sharp breath and her words come out as a whisper, "But I'm coming back. New York is my home."

Quinn looks up and her lips brush lightly against Santana's, "Okay, Don't' forget to miss me."

"Of course I'll miss you," Santana says before she completely closes the gap and they begin kissing slowly. Santana's hands are in Quinn's hair and Quinn's arms are now wrapping tightly around Santana's waist. Quinn adds her tongue to the mix and Santana grips on tighter, letting Quinn do what she needs to do. Quinn slides her hands from Santana's waist to her stomach and slowly slides her hands up just under her breast then back down trailing her finger on Santana's waist band.

Santana's heart begins to beat faster, not because she wants this but because she doesn't. She likes kissing Quinn, sure. It's calming, it's soft, and it feels different than kissing guys – different in a good way, but she has never wanted to go any further than simply making out and maybe just a bit of groping. It just doesn't feel right.

Just as she's about to stop Quinn's hand the front door swings open causing both girls to jump, Quinn basically shoving Santana against the wall and jumping away. When Santana turns her head towards the door, she sees her mom dragging out a garbage bag and she exhales in relief when her mom doesn't notice them. The girls quickly fix their hair and smooth over their shirts before giving each other a nervous smile and sneaking around so they are more visible.

"Hey, Mom!" Santana says

"Hi, Mrs. Lopez," Quinn follows nervously.

"Hi, Quinn," Santana's mom says when she turns around, "Santana, how many times do I need to tell you to take out the garbage every Thursday night? If I didn't remember, we would have another week of old garbage."

"Sorry," she giggles. Trying her best not to sound buzzed.

"I'll see you tomorrow okay?" Quinn whispers like it's a secret.

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow."

Quinn says bye to Santana's mom and Santana heads back inside to get a drink of water.

"Are you drunk?" her mom asks.

"Nope."

"Did you go drinking?"

"Yup!"

"Why?"

Santana sighs, "Because Quinn and I wanted to go out and chat and decided to get a drink too."

"You're going to become an alcoholic."

Santana rolls her eyes and goes to her room without another word. She opens up her laptop and just surfs mindlessly until deciding to look more into the dance boot-camp in L.A.

On the website, there are two instructors that run the boot-camp. One of them is an Asian male, incredibly toned and not too much older than Santana, the other one is a half African-American, half Jewish man with an equally toned body and possibly younger than Santana. She reads over both of their profiles, both of them very impressive and she can't decide which instructor she would rather have. It also does not state on her registration which one she will get. It only says TBA. Closing her laptop with a shrug, a part of her thinks, Maybe it's neither.


Brittany POV

"Chris, Karl over to the back. Sharon move to the left a little bit… no, that's too much. Okay, right there. Tanya, you need to speed it up a little. Let's take it from the top." Brittany walks over to her laptop and starts the song over again. "Ready? 5-6-7-8…"

The group is moving around perfectly this time and Brittany is watching with a big smile on her face, bopping her head and tapping her hand against her thigh; keeping beat with the music.

When the routine is over, Brittany claps her hands and then shakes her fist in enthusiasm. "Great job, everybody. Take five. Joan, Betty, and Kate please come here for a moment." Brittany fixes their posture on certain moves. Moving their hands up half an inch to get it just right and getting them to practice it during their break."

After the class is over and the everyone clears out, Brittany packs up her laptop and iPod when she sees someone standing by the door.

"Wow, drill sergeant much?"

Brittany smiles and puts her bag over her shoulder, "What? I was being nice. This needs to be perfect, Sam."

Sam laughs, "I know, but damn. Britt, that was hardly half an inch. I didn't even notice a difference."

"Half an inch is half an inch. If I was half an inch from hitting you with my car, wouldn't you appreciate that half inch?" Brittany challenges.

"Touché." Sam nods. "Hey, I have to pick up some sheet music before dinner, is that okay?"

"Of course," Brittany says and gets into Sam's Dodge.

They drive to Sam's favourite music store and they walk in, the door chiming as they do. Sam going directly to the sheet music section and Brittany is browsing around, looking through some records when a man in a wheel chair approaches her.

"Can I help you with anything?" he asks.

Brittany smiles politely. "No, thank you. I'm just browsing while my friend looks for some sheet music." Nodding her head towards Sam.

"Oh yes, I've seen him here before. A regular. Are you his girlfriend?"

Brittany almost laughs, "Oh no, no." She looks back at the man. "He's my best friend. We're not together."

The man's smile widens, "Well, my name is Artie. If you need any help with anything, or if your friend over there needs a hand with something, please feel free to wave me down and I'll roll on over."

Brittany chuckles, "Thank you, Artie."

The man wheels over to the sheet music and it looks like he's organizing some papers while striking a conversation with Sam.

When Sam finishes, he takes the papers and lines up behind a mother with her child at the cashier.

"The guy likes you," Sam says while looking straight ahead.

"What?" Brittany asks

"The guy, in the wheelchair. He's totally drooling all over his lap for you."

"What? No, he was just being friendly. He doesn't even know me."

"Yeah, but he definitely wants a piece. He's looking at you right now."

Brittany turns her head and catches Artie ducking his head back down.

"Oh, that wasn't obvious at all, Britt," Sam laughs a whisper.

Brittany just shrugs, "He's kinda cute in a dorky musician kind of way."

Sam stops laughing and looks straight ahead once again. When Brittany sees this, she puts her arm around her best friend. "But you're cuter," she chuckles and messes up his hair and runs off to the side before Sam can get her back, knowing he can't leave his spot in line.

"I'll get you back, Pierce," Sam says laughing as he steps forward to pay for his sheet music.

The two of them go for dinner. Brittany insisting on paying her own portion this time, telling Sam that if he keeps paying, people are going to think they are on a date. To which Sam responds with, "Let them think what they want."

/

Brittany is at home watching dance videos to get some inspiration for choreography. Watching YouTube videos from the latest World of Dance competition. Her computer dings with a notification that she received a new e-mail. Pausing the video, she opens the e-mail seeing a new message from the boot-camp company with a full roster of registrants for her summer dance class. So far, she has 19 people in her class with 20 being the maximum. She clicks on everyone's ages and scrolls through it finding the average. Then she clicks on the names, seeing if she has more males or females. She nods when majority of the participants are female like she expected. Next she clicks on locations to see where everyone is from. As she scrolls she sees most of the people are from California with majority of them from Los Angeles. It intrigues her when she sees people from Washington, Nevada, and two from Arizona. Her eyes widen and her body leans up against her desk to make sure she's seeing it correctly.

"Wow, New York!" She mumbles to herself. Brittany has never been to New York, but it's definitely on her bucket list. She's taught many people that end up dancing in New York or she has worked with New York choreographers for productions or music videos, but never has anyone ever traveled that distance to take her class. She's in awe but at the same time it makes her nervous. She feels like she now has to live up to certain expectations so this Santana Lopez will feel like it's worth it. Brittany closes the e-mail and goes back to working on her lesson plan so she can make a great impression on Santana Lopez from New York.


Question 1: Do you prefer shorter chapters but posted more frequently (1-2 weeks) or longer chapters posted later (3-4 weeks)?

Question 2: When our girls meet do you prefer I keep the separate POVs or not?

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