Authors Note- Hey guys, sorry for the delay, its finals week! -.- I decided i to break Chapter 13 in 2 parts, so here goes part 1.. hope you guys like it! :)

Brittany's POV

"K, Britt I think I'm going to start heading out, see you tomorrow" John, my assistant said "You should go home too, you look exhausted!"

"Yeah, yeah just go home and relax, oh and say hi to Maggie for me." He looked back towards me and gave me a smile and nodded. As soon as I heard the door closed I turned back to the radio and continued my brain storming for the new dance we would start the following morning. Since I landed in Los Angeles I've been dancing non-stop in the studio. The owner of my studio, Matt called because the choreographer in charge of the dance routines for a new show had gotten injured and they desperately needed someone. Since he had given me the opportunity to run his studio in New York I couldn't say no and here I was.

Since I found out that Emily had purposed to Santana, I felt that maybe being away from New York for a while would help me not feel like I was slowly dying inside, and boy was I wrong. Every single little thing reminded me of her, songs on the radio, random pictures, I swear I even smelled her perfume on the plane! I knew the only thing that would help me not drown in my thoughts would be to dance and that's what I was planning to do. I knew that leaving and going to my hotel room now would just end up at me sitting on my bed watching "The Notebook" while eating a tub of chocolate ice cream and balling my eyes out.

I looked around the empty dance studio and let out a sigh of relief. This was my sanctuary. It was a huge room covered in mirrors with a shiny black floor. There was a huge black leather couch right next to the radio where I was standing and across from it was the stretching poles. I made my way to the stretching poles and began my stretching routines because I knew I was going to be here for a long time and I couldn't afford to pull a muscle. I put a leg on the pole and slowing stretched over it as far as I could go before it began to hurt. I stayed there a couple minutes and my thoughts began to take over my head again. I felt numb inside, like if any moment I would wake up and find myself in San's guest room and everything would be normal again. I internally laughed at myself at the fact what I thought "normal" was. Living with my ex-girlfriend in her and her current girlfriend's apartment, while trying to move into my apartment where I was initially was supposed to share with my husband which I left at the altar because I was still in love with my ex-girlfriend. Holy crap my life was a mess! Now all I was left with was an empty feeling inside knowing all my hopes were shattered, at least all that involved Santana. "Ugh, stop thinking about her!" I groaned. After a couple of minutes of stretching I was ready to continue dancing.

Ever since I was a little girl, I would always feel better dancing my problems away. There was something about having the music blasting around me that allowed me to relax and make me forget everything. I pressed play on the radio and Rihanna's "Loveee Song" began to play. It was the song John and I were brain storming moves to and we had managed to get the first couple of minutes choreographed.

Oh baby I'm not asking for the world maybe

you can give me what I want

Baby, come hold me tight and when I'm drowning save me

I let the beat and the lyrics consume my body and slowly began to move to the beat. The song was sensual so I closed my eyes and began rolling my body to the beat. The room was slightly dimmed and all I could feel were the vibrations of the music hitting the walls and back to me. I danced around and brought my hands to caress my hair and snake down slowly down my body. I tried to suppress the thoughts about the brunette but this song wasn't helping.

Give it to me on a daily

If I'm your girl say my name boy

Let me know I'm in the control

We both grown so how we feel we can let it show

I I I won't play around

I I I wanna lay you down

I I I need you now I need you now

I pictured her. The way her raven hair fell over her shoulders perfectly and how basically anything she wore made her look amazing. Her plump lips which matched perfectly with her little nose and god those eyes! San's eyes had this mystery about here that I always wanted to solve. I could spend my whole life looking at those chocolate orbs and never get tired. My thoughts drifted to her body and how amazing she was and even more so when I touched her. Touching her always made me feel alive, the minute my hands would land on her flesh I felt my body burn up, it was like getting hit with an adrenaline rush and I loved it. Even though Santana was perfect in every aspect on the exterior what I loved most about her was what only a few people got to see.

Whenever she wasn't trying to act all bad ass or tearing people down with her words she was honestly the sweetest. San would go above and beyond for the people she cared about and would fight her way to protect them in any way she could. I was lucky to always be considered one of those people and it always surprised me how affectionate she really was. Even though people thought otherwise, Santana would listen attentively to everything I said and would amaze me when she would remember every little detail. She was perfect, and not mines anymore.

My eyes popped open when I heard the room go silent indicating the song had ended, instantly another song began to play and I began to move again. My thoughts brought me back to her but I fought them away. The whole point of me dancing was to forget about her so that's what I did. I didn't stop moving to the beat and just let myself go. The songs changed tempo from slow to fast and I continued my movements until I was drenched in sweat. My chest heaved back and forth rapidly and my throat felt dry. I walked up to the couch where I had left my duffel bag and pulled out my water bottle and phone.

I chugged the water down as if my life depended on it. Glancing at my phone I saw that I had a bunch of missing calls and text messages from Quinn, my parents and other people but I wasn't in the mood to answer. It was close to 2 in the morning, I had been dancing straight for the past 5 hours no wonder I was thirsty. John and the rest of the dancers would be back at the studio at 12 so I thought it was best to call it a night and head back to the hotel. Grabbing my duffel bag, and making sure I had shut off the lights and the radio I made my way out of the studio. I locked the door and without looking into my bag I fumbled around for the headphones. The walk from the studio to the hotel wasn't far and it wasn't that cold.

About 10 blocks later I was finally at my hotel. Hours of non-stop dancing had finally caught up to me and to say I was exhausted was an understatment. I made my way through the lobby and to the elevators that led to my room. Since I was staying in Los Angeles for an undetermined amount of time the producers that had hired my dance studio had hooked me up with the best suite in the hotel. I pulled out my room key and opened the door. The suite was huge, probably twice the size of my apartment in New York. The first thing you were able to see was the living room which was decorated in a modern way. The walls were painted a light gray and most of the furniture was black and white and some red to make it pop. There was a giant white leather sectional which faced the giant windows. Since the suite was located on the 25th floor it had a beautiful view of Hollywood. The suite also included a huge bedroom with a walk-in closet and a bathroom which had a jacuzzi in it. I walked over to the sofa and put down my bag and plopped down on the giant comfortable sofa and glanced out the window. I put my feet up, carefully not to dirty the couch and just stared out the window until my eyes began to feel heavy.

I was startled awake by my phone buzzing somewhere on the couch. It took my a couple minutes to realize where I was and completely wake myself up when i heard the buzzing again. I fumbled around and found my phone on the corner of the couch flashing a light, I immediately picked it up and didn't even bother looking at it mumbling a sleepy hello.

" Brittany, did i just wake you up?, I'm here with the dancers waiting for you to arrive I wanted to make sure you remembered we were meeting at 10am instead of 12 in order to continue practicing before we have to head to the studio to shoot the first part of the dance.."

I glanced down at my phone and noticed it was 9:55am and instantly winced remembering that before practice had started yesterday we had agreed on the new time. "Crap, John. Ill be there in 20 minutes, have the team start streching and get started on what we covered yesterday. Ill be there in a bit!.. BYE!"I didnt even wait for him to respond before I pressed the end button and raced to my room. Grabbing the first thing I found in the luggage, which happened to be black tights and a white tank top, I made my way to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

In about 5 minutes flat I was completely dressed and flying out the door, sprinting to the dance studio in order to start what I already knew was going to be a looong day..

" Hey guys, sorry i'm late. Forgot to set my alarm clock last night" I shrugged as I set my bag down and made my way to the radio. The dancers just smiled and nodded saying it was ok. " Ok, no that were all here lets get this started, were going to begin from the top and run through everything John and I covered yesterday. We have just a little less than a minute left to teach and about 4 hours or so in order to get it down perfectly. After that, well be leaving to Paramount Studios where we will be shooting the number with the cast. So is everybody ready?" I asked as I finished my short streching session.

The dancers nodded and quickly took their positions as the music began to play. John and I immediately took over and began teaching the new material because we knew that we were on a deadline the routine had to be perfect. Luckily, the group of dancers we had hired was small and had been working together for a while now so in a matter of an hour or two the whole routine was taught, leaving us with a some time to get it down perfectly.

"Good job guys, I think we're all set to film it later on. Lets break for lunch and I'll see you guys over at Paramount in Studio 7. Remember to bring the ID tags that were given to you yesterday."

"Bye John, Bye Brittany" the dancers said in unison as they made their way to the exit. I smiled and waved at them before turning back around to John and letting him know of the amazing job he did and that i would see him later on. He left as well leaving me alone in the studio, plopping myself on the floor I pulled out my cell phone and decided to answer to the missed calls and text messages I had yesterday. I didn't feel like talking to anyone so decided to send both my mother and Quinn text messages.

To Quinn Fabray: Hey Q, everything is going good in LA. Been really busy at the studio and will be filming all day today. Call you when i can. Love you B-

To MOM- Hi mommy, sorry i missed your call, been busy at the studio. Call you tonight. Love you.

My stomach began to growl so i decided it was best to go get a bite to eat and head to the studio. I had to be there before the rest of the dancers because I needed to make sure everything was set and the dance choreography wouldnt obstruct with any of the props or the cast members.

LATER THAT NIGHT..

Wow, who knew filiming a 3 minute dance would take almost a whole day to film. We had arrived at Paramount Studios about mid-day and immediately were sent to hair and make up. After pounds of make-up added to my face and having my hair blow-dried I was sent to warbrode where I was given black sequin shorts with a white tank-top and black pumps and a red bow-tie to put on.

The dancers and I made our way back to the studio 7 where the cast and crew were pretty much set up to begin. My whole dancing career pretty much focused on being a dance major in UCLA and dancing in the studio, this was a whole different ball game. There were cameras set up in all different locations, and all of them moved around while the scene was playing out, I had to try really hard just to focus on the dance and not in accidently running into one of them. The producers filmed the dance routine a number of times in order to be able to pick out the best one later on during editing.

Finally after countless hours of dancing the day was wrapped up and filming for the next routine would begin next week.

" Hey Britt, good job up there, your definitly killed it. Cant wait to see how it looks after editing" Beth said. She was one of the main cast members that I had first met while ar hair and make up. She was about my age and had been acting since she was practically in diapers. She played the main character in the show which was mainly about a girl struggling to make it in brodway. The routine that we had created was actually the scene where she was audtioning for a part on a broadway show. She actually sang along with the song we danced to and to be honest she was probably the best singer i had ever heard, after San of course. " Thanks Beth, your singing was also out of this world." I said as i smiled back at her.

She gave me a toothy grin and walked passed me as she gently rubbed passed my arm. " Look forward to working with you next week." She winked.

"Ditto"

It was wayy passed midnight when I finally made it back to my hotel room. I pulled out my room key and went inside, instantly i dropped my duffel bag and leaned against the door and closed my eyes not even bothering to turn the lights on. Working non-stop today had completely drained me out, I took a deep breath and just let body relax against the door. I couldnt help but realize the familiar smell in the room, it smelled just like her. It was a scent that was undescribable, some sweet mixture between coconut and Chanel. I mentally slapped myself because today I had managed to keep my thoughts about the brunette to a minimum. I exhaled knowing tonight I was going barely sleep due to my brain so i decided to head to the bathroom and try to relax in the jacuzzi for a while.

I pulled myself off the door and was making my way to the bedroom in order to get my pijamas and towel when something unexpected happened.

"Blue"

I knew that raspy voice, I turned around and confirmed my suspicion when i saw Santana sitting on the white couch looking up at me. I just stood there frozen, for a minute i seriously thought i was hallucinating. There was no way she was here, she was supposed to be in New York or Italy, but i knew for sure not in California, not in my hotel room, definitly not staring back at me. I finally was able to process what was happening when i realized she had only said one word, and it was a color. My face changed from shocked to confused. " What?"

She smiled at me and replied. " In your letter you said i was decorating my picture with pink glitter, but it was blue"

I walked over to the couch and stood right in front of her. " How did you manage to remember that?" I whispered as I looked deeply into her brown beautiful eyes.

"Because that was the moment I fell in love with you Britt."

Part 2 will be up in a couple days.. Thanks for reading and please dont forget to follow and review!