Bonjour everyone! Sorry for the late update, I was recently on a vacation to Paris and I just got off the plane :) I'll try to update weekly from now, but that's going to be slightly harder with school reopening again and stuff :/
LostInNaya'sEyes: Your reviews always make me smile every time I read them XD I don't like Sam much, but I'm not going to bash him hahah, and I love Quinn too so we'll definitely see more of her :) Santana has finally come to her senses, and I hope everyone likes this new girl :)
Gleek114: Thanks :D And there will be a reunion in the very near future so stay tuned!
"Nice of you to join us, Santana." Andy looked up as the brunette walked into the studio. Everyone looked up at her and gave a brief nod.
"Morning, Andy." Santana replied, looking around. She felt good to be back in the studio, her element. Now it was like her safe haven.
"So, who's the new kid, Andy?"
"That would be me." A voice from the back of the room spoke up and Santana turned to face her. All of Santana's previous assumptions of her were thrown out the window. This girl was way more.
See, when Andy said spunk, Santana expected some wannabe with an attitude, cause y'know, no one beats Auntie Snix. But she was wrong. The girl had short pixie cut black hair a la Alice Cullen that reached slightly past her shoulders, and the ends were dyed gold. She was a full head taller than Santana and had green eyes. She walked closer and closer to Santana, up to the point where she invaded her personal space and the singer had to look up at her. She was dressed casually in skin tight jeans and a Linkin Park hoodie.
"Name's Ellis Croft. I never expected Santana Lopez to look so... tiny." Ellis stepped back and cocked her head to the side. Santana raised an eyebrow at her.
"Ellis, huh? And I am not tiny, Ellie." The other girl just gave a slight chuckle and smirked.
"Woah, easy ladies. Santana, meet Amelia Ellis Croft, not Ellis." Andy gave a pointed look at the short haired singer, who rolled her eyes playfully. Santana chuckled.
"It's okay, I like Ellis. Ellis sounds great, though I think Ellie is much better."
"Okay, no. Lola, you don't get to call me nicknames." Ellis finished with a sly smirk on her face.
"Oh, so now you're gonna go all stereotype-"
"LADIES! Stop, this is a studio and you're here to sing, not go all Desperate Housewives on me! Now let's go do your test run, Amelia." Santana noticed that Ellis tensed the moment Andy said her name. That's weird...she didn't before... Or did she? Confusing.
"It's Ellis, Mr. Grimms. I would prefer if you would call me that." Andy seemed to get the hint and stopped. Ellis stepped into the recording studio and started but not before sending Santana a subtle wink. Santana looked away for a second and then looked back. This girl will be the death of me someday.
Brittany, Quinn and Sam stood in an uneasy three way stare-off in the middle of the living room.
"Britt, whatever she has to say to you, I can hear it, right?" Sam started, looking at Brittany who seemed extremely uncomfortable.
"Sam, I want to talk to her alone, is that so hard?" Quinn spoke, her eyes trained solely on Brittany. She mentally willed her to make Sam go away.
"Sam, I think I'll talk to Quinn alone. I'll see you tomorrow then, okay?" The blue eyed blonde said to Sam, who just looked stunned before picking up his things and storming out the door, clearly dissatisfied. Finally. Quinn thought as she motioned for Brittany to sit down.
"So, um, would you like something to drink? Coffee?" Brittany asked but the other blonde shook her head. Quinn wasn't here for idle chitchat.
"No. I think I'll just get straight to the point. The day at the club. You were there, Brittany. I saw you, don't try to bullshit your way out of this."
"I... Quinn..." Brittany started to say, but Quinn cut her off.
"You know how sad Santana has been! You know! Don't tell me you don't! You saw her crying up on stage when she sung. You were crying for God's sake!"
"Quinn, I was scared! I- I didn't know how to approach her, even if she was waiting for me there." Brittany replied, on the verge of tears. She remembered Santana's face all too clearly, and it broke her heart.
"Scared? SCARED?! You don't have the right to be scared! What the hell, Brittany? As I remember, you left her! You're supposed to be begging for her forgiveness, not being some filthy coward!"
"Quinn, please I-" She tried to say, but Quinn was on a roll and pointed her finger in Brittany's face.
"Now you're just punishing Santana, and for no reason! Why?"
"I'm not punishing Santana! I- I made a mistake, okay? She just wasn't there and- and I was lonely and-"
"Lonely?! Brittany, did you cheat on Santana?!" Quinn lashed out and cut Brittany off.
"NO! I would never do that! I love her! I still do and I always will. I.. I tried to talk to her about it but she just brushed it off. She was always too busy with work and the album, always working on another song... We haven't slept together in three months! I- I just didn't know what to do okay?" Brittany yelled at Quinn, breathless. She just slumped down onto a chair, burying her face in her hands as moments of awkward silence passed.
"If you really do love her as you say, then you better hurry the hell up and get over yourself, cause Santana isn't going to wait forever." Quinn threw out the last venom filled sentence and left the house.
Later that night, Santana left the studio exhausted but feeling more alive than she ever had these past few months. Today she didn't do much other than fooling around with the microphone and doing impromptu karaoke with Ellis and Andy. (She managed to talk Andy into giving her the day off, and his voice wasn't half bad too.)
Ellis's singing voice was smooth and strong, with a flair for hitting high notes and killing the lower ones. Santana likened her voice to a frappucino. It reminded her of Rachel Berry, except slightly deeper. Ellis's accent just made her voice sound even more impressive to Santana. It wasn't much of a surprise that Andy had grand plans for the both of them to sing a duet together as their voices meshed together very well. Most of their fun had been interrupted by Andy listing off idea after idea for collaboration off the top of his head. Both Santana and Ellis playfully threatened to leave the studio if he didn't stop and that shut him up.
And she has this annoying habit of making up nicknames... Do I even look like a Lola? Santana huffed, slightly irked. But she couldn't deny that Ellis fascinated her beyond belief. Santana found her spontaneous, random and sometimes batshit crazy and it was like a breath of fresh air to Santana.
"Ay, Lola! Wait for me!" Ellis's rough speaking voice rung out, halting Santana's steps to her car. The brunette turned and tilted her head sideways as the other girl ran up to her.
"Hey, Ellis. Umm.. Can I help you?"
"Yeah, well, I'm not exactly familiar with this place and all, and I was wondering if I could find someone to show me around." Ellis smiled, slightly out of breath from running.
"It's eleven pm. What kind of sights do you expect to see? Maybe if you wait around until one or two then you might see the elusive drunkards." Santana replied, feeling pretty proud of herself for coming up with that reply. Ellis rolled her eyes and continued.
"Perhaps the nightlife? I heard it can get pretty wild around here."
"Sorry, but I'm dead tired and I just want to hit the sack." Santana didn't mention the fact that she stayed up all night yesterday songwriting.
"Whoever said I wanted you to take me out?" Ellis said in a cheeky tone. Santana just gave a half amused half frustrated groan and started walking to her car quickly, trying to escape the other singer's presence.
"Hey, don't go! Cause baby all I want for Christmas is you!" Ellis sang loudly in the parking lot, making Santana cringe.
"Shut up Ellis! And it's not Christmas! You wanna wake up half the city?" Ellis just laughed and slung an arm around Santana's shoulder and whispered in her ear conspiratorially.
"I'll stop, only if you promise to be my tour guide. And allow me to move in into your apartment. I got no place of my own." Santana pulled away quickly.
"What?! No! You are not moving in! Don't you have like a hotel or something?" Ellis laughed and patted Santana on the back.
"Relax, Lola! I'm not going to invade your home! Just be my tour guide, since we both have the day off tomorrow. I'll pick you up at 9 am, don't be late!" The British singer then walked off, humming to herself and doing small dance moves as she went.
Santana kept her eyes on Ellis's retreating form until she disappeared into the dark night. The Latina shook her head feeling somewhat helpless. She is going to kill me.
Another chapter done, yay! Leave a fave and review if you enjoyed and I'll see you next chapter! Santana is about to have a huge headache next chapter :P
Glee Wishlist: Any song from Ariana Grande :)