Disclaimer: I like cheese.
A/N: In this chapter, you will probably pick up on the fact that I love Brittany. Or at least the Brittany in my head that I describe in this fic.
Piano's Point-of-View
Piano's Point-of-View 2!
The Glee kids finally sit down after having a shared day-dream of singing and dressing like divas. If you ask me, that's not normal, but no one asks a piano...except maybe the super senior.
"So here to demonstrate that illusive brilliance is a special guest diva." The ginger speaks and I wonder who it could be.
"Raven Simon." I wish!
"All the way from New York, give it up for Miss Santana Lopez."
The infamous Lima heights resident struts through the doors, Cheerio entourage in tow, and immediately starts a jaw dropping, lip biting performance of "Nut Bush City Limits." Throughout the song, I felt as if my paint would start running and strings snap from the incredible heat happening in front of me.
"Santana!" The adorable blonde jumps up and hugs the sexy Latina. Aww, such a heart-warming reunion. From the bits of conversation I bother listening to from these kids, I've picked up that Santana vanished and Brittany was missing her like crazy.
"So you've run off to New York, I knew it. Must be lonely that you would come back to a school you no longer attend and upstage the actual students?" That annoying Asian one asks, I can never remember her name.
"About as lonely as China, or Vietnam, or wherever you're from, Lady Chang. But no, the Boy-man Wonder asked and I needed to see Britts so that I could apologize." At that, she disentangled herself from the dancer and looks her in the eyes. "I'm sorry, Britt Britt. I was being an ass and I never want to go that long without talking to you ever again. Best friends?" Then she holds out her pinkie with a devilish smirk.
"Of course, we're best friends, Sanny. Always." They link pinkies and share another smile that makes a certain blonde boy with giant lips fidget uncomfortably.
The tyrant of the school, otherwise known as the bell, rings. People are still lazing around, gawking at the pair in the center of the room. Probably all wondering the same thing, do they still have feelings for each other?
"Hey, what the hell are you still doing here? Get your asses to class, you delinquents." Santana barks in a harsh tone that makes everyone jump, even the chubby one with a growing addiction to woven sweaters.
"I'll see you after my last class, okay?" Brittany retrieves her bag and heads towards the door.
"Okay." Santana answers and watches as she leaves the room...only to come right back in.
"Which class is that again?"
The other female doesn't even bat an eyelash at the question. "English, room 412."
"Thank you, you're the best." With a kiss to San's cheek, she is gone. Leaving behind her best friend and current boyfriend.
"You can stop lurking in the corner now, Fishy McChapstick." The brunette turns around with a sneer and is met with Sam, no more than three inches away from her face.
"Let's get one thing clear, Brittany is my girlfriend and nothing you say, do, or threaten is going to change that."
"Let's get two things clear, if you don't take a step back I will spit Snix acid in your eyes and pray to Nikki Minaj that the splatter fries your lips like catfish, cuz I brought my tartar sauce."
The tension between the two is tangible but the fishy one relents and takes a step back.
"Good boy, now sit down." Out of nowhere, a chair appears behind him and Santana shoves him onto it with a single hand. The Cheerios from before reappear with rope and tie the boy down as if they were girl scouts. Confusion and slight arousal is completely evident in his face.
"Here's how things will be from now on. You continue to go out with Brittany, you continue to make her happy because that is what she deserves. This, I will allow you to do but the moment I get wind that you have hurt her in any way... Me and my minions will show you the medieval torture techniques of Sue, the Slaver, Silvester." She said the last line with a little too much happiness which leads me to believe she already has the plans in her back pocket.
"That won't happen, I would never hurt her." Sam argues as he struggles in his restraints, confounded that his rippling muscles were of no use.
"Then we are in agreement." Santana looks down upon him and they share a final stare down. Neither party blinks until the Latina turns around and heads for the door. As an afterthought, she addresses the cheerleaders. "You may release the hostage."
When she gave that last command, she turned her head for a quick glance. It was not aimed at the one tied to a chair, nor the ones who put him there. It was aimed at me, or more specifically my bench, and we all know what happened there last time. I would smirk devilishly if I had a mouth.
Lord Tubbington's Point-of-View
That blasted Mexican is back in my domain, curses! My scheme to be rid of her, once and for all, has failed me. I place total blame on that snob of a cell phone, Kiki. She must of had a hand in all of this, damn her. That reminds me, I need to check my stocks on Apple.
"So tell me how things are in New York. Have you spotted Spiderman?" The two occupy the bed, as usual, while I sneak towards the laptop.
"Sadly, no. But I am rooming with Kurt and Rachel and it's not too shabby." I glare at the boob job in disgust, I'd rather eat my own hairballs for a year before living with those two screeching banshees. The whole neighborhood of animals rejoiced when they moved out.
"I'm so proud of you, San. Finally getting out on your own and doing what ever you want. Any day now, they will build a monument in your honor." And when you stand next to it, I will push it down on you.
"I don't know about that, but there's something I've been meaning to tell you and I'm not sure how you'll take it." There is a slight tremble in her voice that I detect, stupid girl.
"If this is about Quinn, don't worry. I already know everything and am not mad."
"But how?" Yes, how indeed. My curiosity is piqued and my stocks are down, might as well watch this fiasco in the making.
"That isn't important, right now. What is important is how you're going to get her to admit that she wants to have beautiful, bi-racial lady babies with you." There is a gleam in my owner's eyes, it either means she is having a genius moment or needs to pee.
"I'm not sure how, the last time we saw each other I screwed up." The immigrant hangs her head down in shame, good. "I was too afraid of my emotions to let her know that she was more than a roll in the sack for me. By the next day it was already too late, she was gone."
My blonde scoots closer to the undesirable and wraps an arm around her shoulders. "And how did that make you feel?"
"At first I felt broken." She raises a hand to her chest and clutches her heart, pathetic. "Just shattered. I didn't want anything to do with Quinn anymore, but then all these what if's started racing through my head. From there I realized something." She suddenly sits up straight and puts her full focus on Brittany. "If I didn't show her how I felt then I would never know what could have been. I don't want to look back fifty years from now, when I have skin sagging so bad all my tattoos look like an animal kingdom orgy, and have any regrets."
"Then you won't!" My bubbly blonde stands up from her bed and grabs her sparkly sweet, bicorn rainbow wand. "Best friend," She points the wand directly at . "I am making it my mission to get Quinn to date you. So tell me Rachel's ridiculously, thought through plan on how, that will make me wonder how long she had it for, and if she also has feelings for Quinn."
"How did you know she had one?" Those dark eyebrows shoot up in surprise and confusion, much like my own.
"That isn't important, right now. What is important is for Lord Tubington to quit spying on you all and hiding away the details." Confounded! How did she find out? Did she find my hiding spot hidden behind the racoon den in the attic? Then she looks at me as if she read my mind. "Yes, I found your secret files and read them all. Also, I flushed all your drugs and will not hold your hair back when you're puking from withdrawals." Damn her.
Quinn's Point-of-View
I am currently standing in front of some restaurant, in New york, called the JBE. I ask myself for the thousandth time, why am I here? The answer, Brittany. She called me yesterday, saying that she tracked down Santana and she needed my help. According to Dogg the bounty hunter, you should always have at least a three person team when confronting a runner. She told me to be at this address, at this time, to go over the logistics. Before I could say anything, or even agree, the line went dead.
"Excuse me, Miss. Are you waiting for Brittany Peirce?" A smarty dressed man asks as he steps out of the doorway.
"Yes, actually." I answer politely.
"Good, she is already inside, at a the table. Would you like me to show you where?"
"That would be very kind, thank you." She must have gotten hungry, the train made me a tad late.
"It would be my pleasure." He holds open the door for me like a true gentleman, which means he must be married. He then leads me to a candle lit table in the middle of the room. Everything is elegantly laid out, there's even real roses in the center, but I see no Brittany. Before I can ask him anything, he interrupts my thoughts.
"Miss Fabray, I have a knack for knowing the perfect drink for everyone and I have just the one for you in mind. I'll be right back." He's gone before I know it and I'm left at this table alone. Self-consciously, I look around and wonder if anyone notices my plight but it dawns on me that I am the only one here. I am about to panic when I hear music start in front of me.
The stage isn't well lit but I can just make out the silhouettes of two cellists and a female at the piano. I can't quite place the melody yet, but it feels familiar. It's soft, soothing, and for some reason makes me want to smoke cigarettes out in the rain with a glass of wine.
"Come away with me in the night.
Come away with me
And I will write you a song."
I can feel my eyes wanting to jump out of my skull when I recognize her voice. This can not be happening. I came here confident that I wouldn't see her. I planned to humour Britt for a while, make sure Sam was taking care of her, then make a valid excuse to leave.
"Come away with me on a bus.
Come away where they can't tempt us
With their lies."
I must admit though, she sounds amazing. For years, I asked her to play for me but she would get angry and pick a fight instead. Watching her skilled fingers dance upon the keys in mastery now is mesmerizing. To be honest, it's turning me on.
"And I wanna walk with you
On a cloudy day.
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come?"
A smile breaks out of the hold I had it in, I can't fight it any longer. She is looking at me like I am the only one in the room, which I am, but there's more to it. Like she's finally opening herself up to me, I'm not sure how to react.
"Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountain top.
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you."
At that line, my heart skips a beat. I refocus on Santana and see her get up from the bench and start walking towards me, slowly. The cellists continue the relaxing instrumental alone. Every step closer she takes, the harder it is for me to breathe. Then she is in front of me and my mind goes blank.
"May I have this dance?" Her hand is extended out to me and she has on a nervous smile that I've never seen before. I stare at her hand for a moment in thought.
"No, not before you tell me what this is all about." The smile is instantly replaced with an eye roll and an indignant huff.
"Look Fabray, I'm not going to tell you unless you dance with me. I know you want to say yes, so just take my hand already." I groan at her arrogance but still I place my hand in her's.
She leads me to the dance floor and I wish I could wipe that smirk off her face, but I don't feel like starting another slap fest. We stop and face each other, for a second I feel awkward, I never danced with a girl before. But she takes my right hand in her left, moves my left hand onto her shoulder, then wraps her right arm around my waist. Just like that, we're dancing.
"You look beautiful." She speaks after a few seconds of swaying and I almost stop moving.
"And you must have drank some of Rachel's kool aid.." I giggle as we sway in a slow pace, it all feels surreal. "Now tell me, what is all this for, Santana?"
It's difficult looking into her dark eyes and not getting distracted by the urge to kiss her soft, ruby lips. So instead, I look off to the side and await her answer. I am completely torn. Part of me hopes she will say what I think she will. The other part of me wants to run away and never look back. I feel like there's a little angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other, I just don't know which is which.
"Quinn, I.." She stops and takes a deep breath, when she releases it she moves back so that I am looking at her. "Quinn, there's so much I want to tell you but I'm not sure where to begin. I just want you to know that last time wasn't to have another notch in my bed post. It meant something to me. When I woke up and you were gone, I was crushed. So I tried putting it behind me but I can't. You are beautiful, smart and so awesome and I can't stop thinking about you."
Her breathing is shaky and I can feel little tremors running through her body. As for me, I feel numb. I think my brain is working hard to process everything she is saying.
"So...Lucy Quinn Fabray, would you go out with me?" There are glimmers of hope in her eyes, or could they be tears? "Before you answer I want you to know that if you say yes, dinner is already set up at the table you were at. And it has bacon."
I narrow my eyes at her, she's good. "I will say yes on one condition." I tell her after a short-lived deliberation.
"Name it, anything you want." Her confidence is slowly returning and she gives me her sexy smirk.
I smirk right back and bat my eyelashes. She said anything I wanted so I kiss her.
Lord T's Note: Aww! How disgustingly sweet. You two-legged creatures' idea of romance is as pathetic as a fly trying to escape the spider's web. I hope your bodily fluids are drained so you all become the sad sacks of dried-up, flakey skin you really are.
A/N: Heehee, sorry. He made me do it! Anyways thanks for reading, but most especially thank you for reviewing. I love getting feedback, even if it's not of the good kind, so please leave a message.
