FYI; you are ALL going to despise me for this chapter.
Also, it's short and I apologize for that and any possible errors. I always seem to miss ONE even if I re-read 349832 times. Then I'll notice it when I'm reading it after it's published.
DISCLAIMER: i own nothing Glee related and that makes me a sad panda. A sad, sad panda.
Chapter 9: A Lotta Nerve
Waking up in someone's arms is one of the best feelings in the world, or at least I think it is. However, waking up in someone's arms while you're naked, that could be even better. I can feel Santana's arm wrapped around my waist with her front pressed to my back. I smile and as softly as I can, I turn around in attempt to see her face without waking her. Her right arm was resting under her head, dangling over the top of mine. Her hair was a mess from the mad passionate sex we had last night, and her lips were slightly parted as she breathed. God, she's beautiful.I smiled as I continued to creep on her while she slept. I watched as her nose twitched slightly before her eyes were fluttering open.
"Mmm. Good morning, babe." She managed to get out, somehow, in her croaky morning voice. She smiled at me and looked directly into my eyes. "I could get used to this."
I smiled widely at her comment while I placed a small kiss on her lips. "Me too. Waking up to you has got to be my favorite thing ever." She pulled me closer to her and placed her forehead on mine. "But San, as much as I would love staying in bed naked with you, it's Monday and I have work." The smile on my face fell as I spoke the last word. I didn't want to leave Santana to go to work, but there was no way she could just stay naked in my room with Quinn still getting time off. That'd be one awkward walk-in for everyone.
"It's okay, B. I have class today." She took her finger and pushed the corners of my lips so that they formed a smile. "So smile, babe. We'll both be busy." She winked at the last line and I stifled a laugh.
"Leave it up to you to make sex jokes in the morning." I chuckled, playfully slapping her shoulder and untangling my body from hers so I could go shower. I get up and start gathering my clothes when Santana breezes past me and into the bathroom. "Where are you going, San?"
"To shower, duh." Santana smirked.
"But I was going to go shower! Are you seriously stealing the shower from me?" I whined.
"You could always shower with me, you know. Save some water and heat, shower with me?" Santana replied simply.
"NO WAY. Girls are gross." I said playfully trying not to laugh. "Besides, the whole point of a shower is to get clean and with you in there that's the last thing I'm going to be doing."
"It's not my fault you like my boobs." Santana laughed. "Fine, I'll go home and shower."
"Babe, just shower here. I can go use Quinn's, but if you take all the hot water, there will be consequences." I pointed at her direction and put on my best 'I'm serious' face before exiting my room to go to Quinn's.
After the two of us showered and got ready for our days, we headed upstairs. The main floor was empty, and Quinn wasn't in her room. Either she left or never came home.
As we were walking into the parking garage, I realized my phone was broken and I had yet to tell Santana. We entered my car and I started driving towards her campus.
"So… I broke my phone last night." I started as I parked by the curb to let her out. "If you need me just call me on my work phone."
She smiled and nodded before pressing her lips to mine. "Mkay." She mumbled between us.
"I'll see you whenever I'm off, okay?" She nodded before kissing me one last time before she got out.
If I had known that an hour ago would have been the last time I kissed my girlfriend for a whole week, I would have kissed her a lot more than I did.
Currently, Quinn and I were on a plane to Los Angeles, California. When I got to the office, her father broke the news that we were going on tour with our company and we started in California before ending back up in Colorado. 30 minutes after we had gotten to work, we were shipped off and here I am, on the plane.
I tried to call Santana, but I assumed her phone was on silent due to being in class. Every single time I tried to call, it ended with "the subscriber you are trying to reach has a full voicemail inbox. Please try again later." After a ten minute freak out and Quinn to calm me down, I agreed to get in the car so we could go to the airport.
"Where were you last night, Quinn?" I decided to break the awkward silence between us.
"I was…out." She hesitantly replied. "I was actually home around midnight, but you and Santana were passed out so I went to bed. Dad called me and told me that we were suggested to go on tour and he had agreed. So I stole your clothes while you slept and packed our bags and brought them to work." She continued looking out the window. "Anyways, I didn't want to ruin your morning after your sexed up night." She chuckled.
My cheeks flushed red from embarrassment at Quinn's statement. I just half-heartedly laughed before relaxing into my seat.
The plane landed an hour and a half later and we got all of our luggage before heading towards the tour bus. Quinn and I had been running, due to the tight schedule they had us on.
"I need to go get a phone." I breathed out, exhausted from all the running with our suitcases.
"Let's get our shit on the bus and see what we can go do." Quinn grabbed my arm and we entered the ginormous tour bus.
After setting up our bunks, we met with the tour manager to see if there was anything they needed us for. Two hours of setting up sound equipment and running sound checks later, we finally got a four hour break before the show began.
Quinn and I headed down to the Verizon Wireless store that was 3 miles away from the venue on Wilshire.
I explained my situation and told them that I just needed a phone; I didn't care what, as long as I had it now. They let me go with some other smart phone saying that my new iPhone would be sent in the mail to my house.
We headed back to the tour bus and I charged the spare phone. I immediately checked my voicemails, hoping that one out of the four was from Santana.
"New Message: 'I don't trust her. What sucks more is that I can't even get a hold of her and it's making me upset…'" I raised my eyebrow as I continued to listen to Santana's message. " 'Seriously, Santana…'" Wait, that's Colby's voice. I didn't even let the message finish.
Angrily, I dialed Santana's number. Seriously? She was hanging out with our ex girlfriend and saying she doesn't trust me because I was on a plane and had no phone for the last six hours? My bad. I furrowed my brow as the line kept ringing.
"Brittany!" Santana exclaimed into her phone.
"Hi." I replied harshly into the phone.
"Or don't sound so excited to talk to me... What's wrong, babe?" Santana sounded concerned.
"What? You couldn't possibly know what was wrong if you're hanging out with Colby, could you?" I scoffed, putting my phone on speaker phone.
Quinn walked into the room and looked questionably at my cell phone. I shook my head.
"How did you know Colby was here?" Santana wondered.
Quinn looked at me with wide eyes. "Colby's over there?" She asked out loud, suddenly regretting her decision.
"Seriously, Brittany? Quinn's there with you but you can't even tell me why I haven't been able to get a hold of you in the last six hours?" Santana replied, mad.
"You still want to explain why Colby's over there and why you would tell her 'I don't trust her. What sucks more is that I can't even get a hold of her.'? I mean seriously, Santana? I thought we went over this." I was starting to get louder and the frustration was making my head hurt. All of the sudden I heard Quinn's phone ring.
"What!" She barked into it. "NO. I'M NOT IGNORING YOU, COLBY."
On Santana's side of the phone, I could hear Colby in the background, "That's not what it looks like Q. It looks like you and Brittany are gone and not talking to us."
"Santana, seriously, you're overreacting, again. I tried calling you but your freaking inbox was full. Quinn and I are on tour because her dad said someone suggested that we get sent out with everyone else. Because, honestly, Santana if you're not past this whole you don't trust me bullshit, then maybe we should wait to be together," I said angrily before hanging up the phone.
"No, I will not give the phone to Brittany so that Santana can talk to her… Tell Santana to fucking call Brittany, Colby, don't play the messenger." Quinn growled. "NO. I am not giving Brittany the phone and I am not ignoring you!"
I looked at Quinn who was now fuming. I asked for her phone and she handed it to me.
"Colby, go home, stop freaking out on Quinn, and stay away from my girlfriend." I yelled into the phone before ending the call.
Quinn and I decided that it was best to turn our phones off and waited until the show to turn them back on. I looked at a few text messages from Santana while waiting for our band to be called.
(Santana: Received 19:02) Brittany, listen… I didn't say that I didn't trust you. I said "And she thinks I don't trust her and it's upsetting me." Because I know you think I don't trust you. It's only your nature especially after I blatantly told you I didn't trust you three weeks ago. I'm sorry, okay?
(Santana: Received 19:12) I guess you have every right to be mad at me and keep your phone off…
(Santana: Received 19:15) As unfair as this is to me that you won't hear me out… I love you.
"You guys are on." The tour manager called out. He held his hand out and we handed him our phones before going on stage.
Our setlist went great, and we were still on stage with the tour manager wanting us to play one more song. We decided on the first song I had ever written. It was about my break up with Colby, but it's a perfect song to get all of this anger radiating in me out of my system.
The guitars started up on one side of the stage and got heavier. There was a pick slide that our guitarist improvised in as the drummer started up. Quinn added her guitar to the mix, and I patiently waited for the rhythm to begin before singing.
Close the door, turn off the light.
You'll never see the bloodshot eyes,
Cause you never come around.
The pictures that had lined the halls,
I smashed and threw against the wall.
Yeah, I tore them all down,
Because you never come around.
So maybe one day,
I can get the thought of you out of my head.
The whole band jumped in sync as the chorus began.
You gotta lot of nerve to grab my heart and rip it out
You gotta lot of nerve to show me what you're all about
You gotta lot of nerve to hold me then forget me
Like a bad dream
Traded me in hopes to find
Some happiness in one more lie.
Yeah, you had it figured out.
Was there a hint of honesty
In anything you said to me?
Yeah, I wrote it all down,
So I could scream it out loud.
And maybe one day,
I could hold it up above your pretty blonde head.
You gotta lot of nerve to grab my heart and rip it out
You gotta lot of nerve to show me what you're all about
You gotta lot of nerve to hold me then forget me
Like a bad dream
Make me promise that you'll try.
You told me everything is gonna be fine
Again the second time.
I hope it's not another lie.
You figured it out,
Tore it all down.
I locked it all up,
So I could scream it out loud.
You gotta lot of nerve to grab my heart and rip it out
You gotta lot of nerve to show me what you're all about
You gotta lot of nerve to hold me then forget me
Like a bad a bad dream.
Like a bad dream.
Like a bad dream.
By the end of the set, I was dead. I didn't want anything to do with anyone. This next week was going to be super long.I thought as we headed back to the tour bus.
I started typing out a text message to Santana as I lay on the bunk.
(Santana: Draft 23:09) San, I'm sorry and I love you.
Draft erased
(Santana: Draft 23:14) Santana… Look, I'm sorry I'm being super hypocritical by saying we need to work on this together and not make assumptions…but it wasn't just what you said. It's just the fact that you were telling Colby in the first place. I mean, I forgave her for five years ago, but she doesn't need to know our business.
Draft erased
(Santana: Sent 23:29) I'm sorry I left without saying anything. I really did try to get a hold of you. I won't be on my phone for the rest of the tour. I'll see you in a week.
Was I really ending the message there? No 'I love you.'? No 'I'm sorry.'? Was I really being this heartless bitch who wouldn't listen to my girlfriend? Yes, but she said she didn't trust me. She didn't trust me three weeks ago, what would make her start now?
PLEASE TRY NOT TO HATE ME. the next chapter is SOOOO worth it, I promise.
Song = A Lotta Nerve by Allister
PS: can anyone else imagine Quinn as a guitarist? Because I can...especially if she still had her nose ring and pink hair.