Santana was perched over her couch with her acoustic guitar over her lap. She was strumming the chords to one of her favorite songs of all time. She then started singing.
When you make love, do you look in the mirror?
Who do you think of, does he look like me?
Do you tell lies and say that it's forever?
Do you think twice, or just touch 'n' see?
Ooh babe ooh yeah
She stood up, with her guitar strap slung over her shoulder, and got into the song.
When you're alone, do you let go?
Are you wild 'n' willin' or is it just for show?
Ooh c'mon
I don't wanna touch you too much baby
'Cos making love to you might drive me crazy
I know you think that love is the way you make it
So I don't wanna be there when you decide to break it
No!
She closed her eyes, and slung her hair around for the chorus.
Love bites, love bleeds
It's bringin' me to my knees
Love lives, love dies
It's no surprise
Love begs, love pleads
It's what I need
Santana was going to continue before a blonde walked in the door, clutching a small stack of paper, and her best friend. Rachel turned to Quinn and muttered, "You'd be surprise how many times I've caught Santana in the middle of an eighty's revival."
"Hey, I heard that! And rock is probably the best music ever, just sayin'," she said, shrugging like she couldn't help but live out the concert in her head. She smirked, then started another song, singing directly at Rachel.
I gotta know tonight
If you're alone tonight
Can't stop this feeling
Can't stop this fire
Oh, I get hysterical, hysteria
Oh can you feel it, do you believe it?
It's such a magical mysteria
When you get that feelin', better start believin'
'Cos it's a miracle, oh say you will, ooh babe
Hysteria when you're near
Out of me, into you yeah
Quinn was laughing while Rachel blushed at the obvious sexual underlining, shaking her head as Santana smirked. "So, not that I mind, but what are you doing here?"
"Jamie called and said that you hadn't sent her the setlist for tomorrow, and she needs it. Rachel figured you hadn't done it yet," Santana rolled her eyes and Rachel kicked her shin not-so-lightly.
"Ow!"
"And, we thought we'd help you out, choosing the right songs," Quinn continued, ignoring Santana's glare at them.
"I'll just do Flawless, Girls, You and.." Santana hesitated, pondering which song to choose before nodding to herself. "Howlin' For You."
"Really? Songs about Brittany and your crazy ex?" Rachel practically screamed at her. "How can you do this?"
"Rachel, shut up!" Quinn said to her wife, widening her eyes. Santana frowned as Rachel widen her eyes and a look of surprise and embarrassment ran over her face before she clapped her hand over her mouth. "Um, I'll call Jamie and tell her the songs, we need to get going. Doctor's appointment and all," Quinn stuttered out before stepping out the door, dragging Rachel by her hand, before Santana could even reply.
"Okay, then," she dragged out before shrugging and going back to her couch and flopping on it, strumming her guitar absentmindedly.
I fell in love today,
There aren't any words that you can say
That could ever get my mind to change
She's enough for me, she's in love with me
You're a doll, you are flawless
But I just can't wait for love to destroy us
I just can't wait for love
The only flaw – you are flawless
But I just can't wait for love to destroy us
I just can't wait for love
Santana was on the last song of the night, sweating under the lights with her ears buzzing over the screams. She loved the adrenaline she felt when she was performing. She swayed, as she struck the chords on her electric guitar, biting her lip.
So, she put his heart in a bag, he wouldn't ask for it back
He didn't want her to cry, she didn't want to be sad
She said, "You better not leave me."
This shit'll be fucked for days and weeks and months, but...
She sang and she repeated the bridge and chorus, scanning her eyes over the crowd before landing on her friends, and Amber. She didn't know what she was. Her girlfriend? She didn't like it. Ever since her talk with Brittany she had been feeling different. She couldn't pin-point it.
Add it all up, I can find it
The problem with love is I'm blinded by
It rattles my lungs, but my mind is
Tangled between your little flaws
Your flaws, your flaws, your flaws
She finished into the microphone, grinning. "Thank you, New York! I love you!"
The crowd screamed, "Encore! Encore! Encore!"
"Well, um, I don't mind but I tend to forget my lyrics so I'm just going to cover one of my favorite songs, here goes," she went over to her guitarist and switched her electric guitar to her acoustic. She tuned it quickly before she started strumming a familiar tune.
We both lie silently still
In the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside
Was it something I said or something I did
Did my words not come out right
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess that's why they say
Santana wiped the sweat over her brow, she hadn't looked up from her fingers, working the guitar's neck.
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his same sad old song
Every rose has its thorn
Yeah it does
Santana then noticed how it fit her situation at the moment. She was starting to have feelings for Brittany again, but she was with someone else.
I listen to our favorite song playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say loves a game of easy come and easy go
But I wonder does he know
Has he ever felt like this
And I know that you'd be here right now
If I could have let you know somehow
I guess
She looked up for the first time to see everyone swaying their arms over their heads. She repeated the chorus a couple of times, manipulating the chords. "Thank you, New York. You've always been a beautiful crowd. Goodnight!"
Santana made her way backstage, high-fiving the people in her band and the few of her crew. She walked into her dressing room, just as a blonde walked in behind her.
"Santana, I-... That was amazing," she said as the brunette jumped a little before relaxing.
"I was thinking about you the whole time," Santana admitted as she turned her body to face the woman.
"Yeah?" She queried, receiving a nod as an answer.
"I think, I think I feel something more than I should for you," the singer looked down at her hands, who a few seconds later were being grasped by pale ones.
"I never stopped," Brittany whispered just as Santana leaned in to kiss her lips. They kissed with a confidence only old lovers can have. Santana's hands traveled the familiar path down Brittany's side and slid over her ass. Then, they moved to the back of the dancer's thigh just as Brittany moaned into the brunette's mouth, which muffled it. Santana lifted her thighs until long, pale legs wrapped around her waist.
AN: A little surprise at the end for you. Brittana is alive and finally on the road to be together. Only five chapters remaining. Review, please. It motivates me.