CHAPTER 9
"Why is Santana wearing your shirt?" Sugar whispers at me the moment she steps inside the dressing room. I roll my eyes at her. Here we go again.
Instead of answering Sugar, I turn to face my make-up artist, "Can you please just leave us alone for a minute?" I ask.
"Okay, Ms. Fabray."
The door closes and I turn immediately to Sugar, glaring her in the process. "Why are we talking about this?"
"You know why we're talking about this. Did you slept together? My god Q! You can't-"
I cut her off. "We didn't have sex okay?!"
"So you just make out and-"
"For god's sake Sugar, there was no kissing involved. Ugh!"
"Then why is she wearing your shirt?" Sugar asks, "What? Is she a beggar now?"
I can't help but to laugh at her. Beggar? Seriously?
"Why are you laughing?"
"You are funny." then I laugh again. "Santana? Beggar?" I laugh again, I can't imagine her begging for my clothes. What a freaking imagination Sugar have!
"Stop laughing. Just answer me." Sugar said impatiently as she taps her foot on the floor. "I can give her clothes too."
I shake my head at her. Oh my Sugar. "She stayed last night in my apartment. Woah! Don't give me that look. I didn't ask her to stay. It was Artie's orders, you know." I said nonchalantly.
Sugar takes a deep breath. "Okay. Nothing happened between the two of you. Then that's good."
I smile at her. Sugar is so overprotective most of the times and I can't blame her, I'm overprotective too with her and Brittany. We're like sisters. "I know you're worried or anything, but I got this. I won't fall for her anymore. It was just a one-time-like thing or love whatever."
"And hopefully it was only a one-time-sex thing." She continues. "And that one time was finished."
I nod my head and smile at her. "Don't worry Sug, I got this."
"I just don't want you to get hurt again, and I really don't like her for you." Sugar said.
"I won't. I promise." I said in a serious voice.
Sugar smile widely, "I could set you up on a date with-"
"Sugar, no." I said immediately, my eyes widening. No, not again. Sugar's blind date set-ups for me always turned into disasters.
"What? Why?"
"Just no, please." I beg. "Your blind date set-ups suck."
She slumps her shoulder dejectedly. "Okay. Just no more of this Santana thing, okay?"
"I promise." I said confidently. No more Santana Lopez. I can do that.
"You look absolutely beautiful Quinn." Kurt, the director of the movie, said as he approaches me.
"Thanks Kurt." I smile at him. "It would be an honor for me to work with you." I added.
Kurt is one of the famous LGBT Directors in the country and I'm pretty sure this movie would be my biggest break as an upcoming actress. This is the reason why I agreed to sign up for this movie.
"Have you met your co-stars?" he asks.
"Not yet. I just came back yesterday." I said, honestly I'm really pissed off that I haven't had the chance to relax and enjoy the city a little bit. But I don't have any choice; I came back here to work.
"I'm really sorry for that, but you do know that you were already late for the shooting right?" Kurt asks.
I sigh. "Yeah, I'm also sorry for that." I said. "But I'm here now, so what did I missed?"
Kurt flashes me his megawatt smile. "I do hope you read the script or the book."
I smile back at him. "Yup. I love it. That's why I finally agreed to do this movie."
"Good!" then he raises his voice. "People! Come here!"
Then the crew gathers in front of us.
"I want you to meet Supermodel Ms. Quinn Fabray. She will play the role of the poor blonde girl who will come into the lives of our dear F4." Kurt said, smiling.
"It's nice to meet all of you." I said, smiling at them.
"Now lets all go back to work. Where is Emily Fields? She should be here right now." Kurt asks one of the crew.
"Kurt, I just want to ask, what scene-"
Kurt cuts me off. "You and Emily will be doing the kissing scene in this hotel room set up."
"Oh."
"You don't have any problem with that right?" Kurt asks me.
I shake my head. "No, I don't have any problem of course."
"This will be much easier because tomorrow we will do the university scenes altogether in different location." Kurt adds.
I nod my head.
"Now where is Emily Fields?"
I sat down on one of the chairs there while waiting for Emily Fields to arrive. So, I decided to read the script again.
In this movie, I am Heather Morris. The poor but strong blonde girl that rich, arrogant F4 leader Naya Rivera will fall in love to. Emily Fields will be playing as Naya Rivera and her twin Nikki Rivera, which is also a member of the F4. The other F4 members will be played by Spencer Hastings and Hanna Marin. Spencer will be playing as the F4 Heartbreaker Dianna Agron and Hanna will be playing as the walking sex object Vanessa Lengies.
The writer of this story is Raine Ziek and this book became a hit that's why Kurt decided to make this a movie. Kurt is pretty sure this will be a hit. He really has his own taste in things.
But to tell you the truth, the story is fantastic. I read the book and I fell in love with it. I'm also positively sure that this movie will be a blockbuster. So I agree with Director Kurt Hummel, 100%.
After a few minutes, I heard Kurt swearing. I look at his direction and he is fuming in anger. He is talking to one of his crews, "What? She's sick? Why now?! We are already behind schedule! This is a freaking mess!"
I stand up, I know the drill. Emily is not here so obviously I can't do my scenes.
"Quinn, what happened?"
I turn around to see Artie walking towards me with Santana walking beside him. I have to say, Santana looks cute wearing my shirt. I clear my throat. I can't be thinking like that about her.
"I think Emily is sick that's why she's not here." I said, focusing my eyes on Artie.
"Oh great!" Artie hissed in annoyance. "Bad timing!"
"Quinn, I'm so sorry we have to move-" Kurt said behind me. I turn to face him but he wasn't looking at me anymore, he is looking straight to…
I follow her line of sight and I scrunch my eyebrows as he walk straight to Santana.
"You are perfect!" Kurt gapes at Santana and I'm wondering why.
He walks around Santana and he has this look of amusement in his eyes.
"You look like her!" He exclaimed.
"What?" Santana asks, her eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"You look like her. Emily Fields. Well, you're a bit shorter but the tan skin and the brunette hair, it's perfect! This will do!" Kurt said, excitement in his voice.
"What are you talking about?" Santana asks again while walking backwards from Kurt. Kurt holds her wrist.
"I need you to be Emily's stuntwoman for this scene." Kurt said, as he looks at Artie. "I want her. Is she your talent?"
"Actually-" Artie starts but cut off by Santana.
"Hold up! I am not a freaking actress. I don't do this stuff so-"
Again, Kurt cuts her off. "I'll pay you."
Santana shakes her head. "It's not about the money. I don't need that. I don't do this stuff okay? So back off!"
Artie grabs her wrist, "Kurt, I need to talk to Santana first."
I furrow my eyebrows at them as they walk away from us. I think they're having an argument but I really can't hear them.
After a few minutes, Santana and Artie came back.
"I'll do it. Just don't make me say lines or whatever." Santana said as she takes a deep breath. I don't know what Artie said to her. Anyway, I'm going to ask him later for that.
Kurt smiled widely. "Perfect! You are my savior! Artie, accompany her to the dressing room and after that, we are going to shoot the kissing scene."
My eyes wide and I look at Santana. She mirrors my expression.
Oh boy! What a sudden turn of events!
"The camera will be focusing on Quinn so I need you to give me a good expression okay?" Kurt said.
I nod my head at Kurt. "Okay." I said as I try to avoid Santana's eyes.
"Okay! Naya and Heather hotel room kissing scene. TAKE 1. ACTION!"
**THE FLOWER FOUR SCENE**
"Naya… Nay… You need to take this medicine. Naya."
She slowly opened her eyes and stared back at me. "Heather…" she whispered.
"Yeah, you need to take this medicine." I said as I put the tablet into her mouth. Then I gave her a glass of water and guided her to drink it.
"Thanks." she murmured.
I smiled at her, her head still placed on my lap. I caressed her forehead. "I'm sorry." I whispered.
She mumbled something which I don't understand.
"Nay…" I called her name once again. "I'm sorry." I repeated again but her eyes were closed.
"I'm cold." she whispered. "Just please hold me."
I lowered myself on the bed, positioned myself beside her and took her in my arms. Her head settled on top of my chest and I felt her warm body against me.
I looked at her and noticed that she was staring back at me too. I thought she's asleep but I'm wrong. "Heather…" she whispered as she leaned over me while closing her eyes.
Oh my god. This is really happening. I exhaled a deep breath.
"CUT! Quinn, what was that? Are you nervous?"
I pull away from Santana. "No, I'm not." Then I look at Santana. "I'm so sorry for dragging you into this, Santana." I whisper at her.
"It's okay Quinn." she said.
"I mean, maybe you should back out? This is not part of your job so you don't need to do this." I said, trying to persuade her to back out.
"It's just a kiss, Quinn. A scene in the movie. No big deal right?" she said, staring straight at me.
Just a kiss. "You're right. I'm an actress. I can do this. No big deal." I said. I exhale a deep breath.
If kissing me in this scene isn't a big deal for Santana then I could do it with her too. No big deal.
"Okay, let's continue where we left off. Are you sure you're okay with this Quinn?" Kurt asks.
"Positive." I said, smiling at Kurt and regaining my confidence once again.
"Okay! Naya and Heather hotel room kissing scene. TAKE 2. ACTION!"
**THE FLOWER FOUR SCENE**
I know exactly what her intention is. She wants to kiss me. Her lips inches away from mine that I can't help myself but to meet her halfway. Our lips touched and I felt myself responding to her kisses. She moved her lips against me in a slow sensual manner that I moaned helplessly. I cupped her nape to encouraged her to deepen the kiss. I felt her tongue between my lips and I opened my mouth for her. I can feel her tongue moving against mine, at the inside roof of my mouth, then at the bottom part of my tongue that I moved mine to meet hers. I moaned at the contact of our tongue caressing each other. She was definitely a good kisser, even in her weak state. Again she went back in sucking my bottom lip.
"CUT! That was amazing!"
I instantly pull away from Santana. Her lips are swollen and I'm sure that mine looks the same too.
I lick my lips once again. That was mind blowing.
"Repeat the scene. I want another angle for Quinn. But you both are doing a great job!" Kurt said.
Oh fuck! Again?!
"Oh god! I'm exhausted." I sat down on the couch of my dressing room. The kissing scenes went longer than expected. The first was a success but Kurt wasn't impressed on the succeeding shots so we need to do it all over again. My lips are already swollen from kissing Santana. Right. Santana. Ugh!
"Are you okay?"
I open my eyes and here she is, Santana Lopez, inside my dressing room.
"I'm fine. I'm just a little exhausted." I said.
"Tired of kissing me?" she said, her voice teasing that I need to look at her if I'm correct with my assumption that she's indeed teasing me.
I roll my eyes and stand up. "You knew that I had a couple of scenes that doesn't involve kissing you, Santana."
"Right." she said. She clears her throat.
"Let's go home." I said, grabbing my purse and headed towards the door.
She clears her throat once again. "Quinn."
I turn to face her.
"Rachel called and she's inviting you for dinner at our house. If it's okay with you?" Santana asks.
I sighed. Rachel is a nice friend and I don't want to disappoint her.
"She was the one who invited me for dinner right?" I ask in return.
"Yeah."
"Well then. Tell her that I'll pick her up at 7. We're going outside for dinner, if it's okay with her?" I said.
"You don't want me around right?"
"Uhm." I don't know how to answer that.
"It's okay." She smiled at me. "I have a date so I won't be around the house."
She has a date for tonight. Well, that's great. Atleast I won't see her tonight. "Okay. Then I'm going to your house." I said, smiling at her.
"Yeah."
"Enjoy your date." I said.
"Thanks."
"Can I have my keys? I think you should take the rest of the day off so you could prepare for your date. I know how to drive anyway."
"Okay." she said then handed me my keys.
"Do you want me to take you home?" I ask.
"No, it's fine." she said softly then walks out of the door.
She has a date.
She has a date?
No big deal, right?
I mean, she doesn't like me anyway. And I moved on already. Right?
