Santana pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine. She noticed Quinn's car wasn't there.
"I guess Quinn's not home," she said.
"She usually spends Sundays with her mom," Brittany said.
"That's too bad. I wanted to say hi." Santana was actually disappointed Quinn wasn't home.
Brittany couldn't help but chuckle. "You just want to tell her we're together now."
Santana let out a huff and was about to deny Brittany's accusations, but couldn't. "Maybe."
With one last giggle, Brittany got out of the car and headed to the front door.
Santana followed Brittany inside and looked around for signs of the beast. Not five seconds later, Devil's Spawn come waddling to greet Brittany. Santana was glad she decided to wear jeans and hopefully prevent another attack on her leg. "You really should put him on a diet."
Brittany bent down and picked up a meowing Lord Tubbington and cradles him in her arms. She loved that even though she had only had him a short time, he was already greeting her when she got home. "Hi sweetie. Did you miss me?"
The cat purred. Santana rolled her eyes. She hated that she was feeling a little jealous of the sweet voice Brittany was using on the fat cat. She rolled her eyes again. It was one thing to be jealous of Quinn but quite another to be jealous of a cat. A damn cat.
Brittany gave Lord Tubbington one last squeeze before fully turning around and facing Santana. "Remember Santana? She's here to play with you."
Santana took a breath and looked the cat in the eyes and was sure the thing gave her a dirty look.
Brittany smiled when she heard Lord Tubbington purr. It was important that her kitty and the woman she loved got along. "See, he likes you."
Santana forced herself to smile.
"Come on, let's go to the living room," Brittany said as she carried her cat to the couch and set him down. She put her bag on the table and waited for Santana to join her. Brittany saw the script fall out of her bag and hit the floor. She bent to pick it up, but Santana got to it first.
Santana clutched at the script and sat down. She wondered if giving Brittany the script was a good idea.
"Santana?"
"Please remember that I wrote this six years ago," Santana said softly. She looked into Brittany's eyes so Brittany could see just how much she meant what she was about to say. "The characters, your character, everything is an exaggeration for the story. The character based on you is a heartless, selfish person but I don't think you are like that at all. I didn't think like that back then either…I just needed to add more complexity to the story…I love you. I don't want this story to ruin what we have now."
Brittany wasn't prepared for Santana's speech. Santana looked so worried and even scared. Did she think this story would break them up, Brittany wondered, what is that bad?
"Santana." Brittany reached over and took the script from Santana's hands. She tossed it on the table and scooted closer to her girlfriend. "I know about stories. I make movies remember? It's all bigger than it really is. Do you think reading that script will make me stop loving you?"
Santana bit her lip and shrugged her shoulders.
Brittany leaned in and kissed Santana hoping that would ease her worry. "I love you. I've been in love with you for so long that there is no way some story will change that. How do you feel about me now?"
Santana looked into the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. "I'm so in love with you that it fucking scares me. I try to picture myself years in the future, you're there. And I'm scared I'm going to mess this up. I'm scared that you'll read that story and be mad at me and leave."
Brittany felt like she couldn't catch her breath. Hearing that Santana was so scared of losing her made her chest tighten. No one had ever expressed such intense feelings to her. Brittany thought back to all her past relationships and they all seemed like a blur. She and Santana had only been officially together a few hours and it was already more intense and powerful than any other relationship.
"I might be mad," Brittany said, "I might not. I don't know. But I do know that I'm in love with you and I'm not going to leave over some silly story. I waited eight years to be with you. If you ever want to get rid of me, you need to get one of those restringing things they have on all those cop shows."
Santana let out a laugh and wiped away the tears that had formed. Brittany made her laugh like no one else could. "Same goes for me."
Brittany smiled and kissed Santana again. Yes. Kissing Santana was her new favorite thing. Right behind making love to Santana. Followed by hearing Santana laugh. Brittany pulled back just enough so she could speak. "I never gave you a tour of the house."
"Mmm. No you didn't."
"Wanna see my room?" Brittany asked and lightly bit Santana's lower lip.
"Da sounds…like a 'erfect 'lace to start." Santana tried her best to say.
Brittany let go of Santana's lip and got up. "Follow me."
Santana followed Brittany to her room leaving a forgotten Lord Tubbington on the couch.
###
Brittany opened the door to her room, pulled Santana in and turn to face her. "This is my room."
Santana looked around and the sparsely furnished bedroom. There was a bed and a dresser and boxes all along the wall. "Still unpacking, I see."
"I'll get around to it," Brittany said, "I like to pack and unpack slowly. It's like saying hello or goodbye has more meaning."
Santana shook her head and smiled. She looked to her right and saw an open box. She looked inside and saw some awards, movie awards. "Look at all these awards. Almost as many as mine. Almost."
"It's nothing big," Brittany said shyly, "Just some independent movie things and commercials."
"Don't do that," Santana said, "Don't underestimate yourself, OK? You got these because you're talented and do amazing work."
"I'm OK."
Santana stepped closer to Brittany and took her hands in hers. "Remember when I was tutoring you and I had those rules?"
Brittany nodded.
"Well they still apply," Santana went on, "Don't put you or your work down. I won't hear it."
"OK," Brittany said through her smile. Once again, Santana made her feel like she could do anything. It really was both touching and arousing.
As Santana started turning around, Brittany reached out, grabbed Santana's face with her hands and kissed her.
Santana took less than a second to respond. She pulled Brittany closer and allowed all the desire she had for this woman take over. She didn't have to hold back anymore.
Brittany pushed Santana until the back of Santana's legs hit the edge of the front of the bed. She fell back, with Brittany falling on top.
"What...mmmmmmm...what about Quinn…what if she comes home?" Santana asked between breaths.
"She'll be gone all day probably," Brittany said breathless as she lifted her self up and started unbuttoning Santana's shirt.
It was proving difficult for Santana to get out of her shirt, so Brittany got off her and stood up, guiding Santana into a sitting position.
Santana frantically got rid of her shirt and thought she saw a button fly off somewhere. With Brittany standing right in front of her, Santana reached up and lifted Brittany's top over her head. She then immediately pulled down Brittany's skirt. Santana's hands were shaking from excitement.
Brittany took off her sandals and stepped out of her skirt and felt the the cold wind hit her already wet center.
Santana's arousal increased ten fold as she discovered Brittany wasn't wearing underwear.
"Is this normal thing?" Santana asked running her hands down Brittany's hips, thighs.
"You ruined the ones I wore yesterday," Brittany said, pushing Santana back on the bed. To give them more room, Santana moved further back.
"You're so beautiful," Santana said almost amazed.
Brittany fell on top of Santana again, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. When she kissed Santana, Brittany felt safe and everything made sense.
Santana felt pressure building in the pit of her stomach already. Brittany's tongue was probing her mouth, deep inside, dancing with her own.
Brittany began to grind her naked body against Santana's, causing Santana to let out a loud moan.
"Oh God!" Santana said breaking the kiss, her voice catching in her throat. Santana's felt like she couldn't get enough air, like she couldn't get enough of Brittany. She needed to touch her, needed to feel all of Brittany. Santana moved her hand between Brittany's thighs and managed to slip a finger down and feel Brittany's desire. But only for a second.
"No," Brittany said taking Santana's hand away, " Not yet."
"Please," Santana pleaded.
"Wait, baby," Brittany said as she took both of Santana's hand placing them over Santana's head.
Santana saw Brittany look at her with an intense desire and lust she had never seen. The desire was combined with a control, a self confidence in Brittany that was new to Santana. This change from the shy film student she had met all those years ago to this confident woman aroused her to no end. Santana had always wanted to be the one in control, but she would gladly give that up for Brittany. Only for her.
"I'm going to… make you mine," Brittany said in a very soft, lustful voice. She moved one hand down and to the top button on Santana's pants. Brittany was never one to be possessive, but she was felt possessive of Santana.
With one swift movement, Brittany unbuttoned Santana's pants and pulled down her zipper.
Santana felt like she was about to explode with anticipation. She had never expected that giving herself to Brittany would be...this...erotic, this hot. Last night was more sensual as they were just getting to know each other. But this, Santana thought, this was ...
She never finished her thought as Brittany's hand slid down her pants, underneath her underwear, past smooth skin...grazing her clit.
"Brii," Santana moaned, opening her legs wider.
"Mmm," Brittany said sliding down and sliding two fingers in her.
As Brittany's fingers began to thrust in and out of Santana, their moans and erratic breathing filled the air. Santana's hips rocked in rhythm with Brittany's hand.
"Oh God...Brittany ...," Santana said freeing her hand from Brittany's grip, "I...fuck...I need to touch...ahhh...you."
Before Santana had a chance to lower her hand, Brittany stopped her.
"No," Brittany said breathless, her hand never stopping, She lowered her mouth to Santana's ear, "Come for me first...come for me first, then you can touch me all you want."
Brittany wasn't sure she was herself anymore. This wasn't like her. But she loved it and she saw that Santana loved it. Yeah, she'd have to be possessive more often now.
Santana couldn't think straight and was loving every second of it. She needed to touch Brittany but she knew this new Brittany would not allow it until she got what she wanted. Santana let go, let the sensation of Brittany's fingers going in and out of her, let the intensity of Brittany's thumb rub her clit build up.
"Oh fuck, Brittany." Santana tried to keep her eyes open to watch Brittany's face, but she couldn't. Everything was too intense, she was close. She felt the tightness in her center...almost...almost...
"Briiit!" Santana yelled as she came.
Brittany continued to massage Santana slowly, her hand drenched.
"I love you," Brittany whispered as she kissed Santana.
Santana was slowly coming back to her senses, slowly controlling her breathing, but she still felt dizzy.
Brittany pulled her hand out of Santana's pants and slid it up the mocha skin. Finally, Brittany let go.
"I love you," Santana said between the kiss.
Santana's right hand went straight to Brittany's hip.
"I can," Santana said into Brittany's mouth, "I can touch you now?"
Santana moved her hand lower between Brittany's legs and easily slipped inside Brittany .
"Oh God...Santana." Brittany felt her breath catching and her eyes closing not expecting Santana to enter her to quickly.
"Baby...oh..God you feel so good," Santana said moving her fingers in and out.
"Saa...," Brittany tried to say as she rocked her hips back and forth against Santana's fingers.
Santana used her free hand to unhook Brittany's bra, freeing her breasts. Since she was propping her self up, the bra only slid down to Brittany's forearms, landing on Santana's chest.
"Your turn baby," Santana said lifting her self up and capturing Brittany's right breast in her mouth.
"Oh fuck," Brittany moaned. She wanted to look at Santana but the intense pleasure that was coursing through her body made that difficult. She was sure she had never felt anything like this before.
Santana pulled Brittany closer to her by moving her right hand to Brittany's ass, while her left continued to thrust into Brittany. Santana couldn't get enough of this woman. Mouth on Brittany 's breast, one hand on her ass and another exploring Brittany 's slick, smooth center. Still, that wasn't enough, she wanted more, she would always want more.
"Santana!" Brittany said, her voice urgent. She was close. Santana let go of Brittany's breast and looked up at her. Brittany's mouth was parted, her eyes closed, her face flushed and a look of pure sex on her face. Santana felt like she would come again just at the image.
"S..'Tana!" Brittany screamed as she came. Her arms finally giving out and collapsing on top of Santana momentarily unable to process any complete thoughts.
Santana kept her hand inside Brittany and slowly began to massage her, just as Brittany had done to her.
"I love you," Santana whispered in Brittany's ear, taking her hand out of Brittany and caressing her lower back.
They stayed in that position for a long time. Brittany laying on top of Santana, their hands lazily touching each other. After a while, Santana finally spoke.
"I wonder what time it is," she said in a soft voice.
"Who cares," Brittany said lifting her head and looking at the clock on the nightstand. "We have nowhere to be."
"That's true," Santana said smiling.
"It kinda sucks we have work tomorrow," Brittany said, "We could have had another full day together."
"I know," Santana sighed flipping Brittany over, "Is it too soon to ask you to move in with me? That way we can have more time together."
Brittany smiled at the idea. "We haven't been official 24 hours and you're asking me to move in already?"
"OK, maybe it is too soon." Santana reached down and fully removed Brittany's bra.
"There's one item gone," Santana said. She moved away from Brittany and was sure she let out a gasp at seeing Brittany fully naked again.
"Your turn," Brittany said reaching up and removing Santana's bra.
Santana took the initiative and removed her own pants and underwear, throwing them aside. Now both naked, Santana settled herself on top of Brittany 's warm body.
"Better," Santana said softly, looking deep into Brittany's eyes, "This Sunday calls for some naked cuddling."
"Best Sunday ever," Brittany said hugging Santana closer.
###
Santana felt something graze her calf. She ignored it at first thinking it was probably Brittany's leg. She kept her eyes closed and snuggled closer to Brittany. She wasn't sure how long they had been asleep, and she didn't care.
She felt that graze again and furrowed her brow in confusion. Unless Brittany grew months worth of hair on her leg, this wasn't Brittany's leg.
Santana sat up and looked down the bed. Devil's Spawn.
"Get out of here!" Santana hissed.
Lord Tubbington hissed back.
"'Tana?"
Brittany felt the bed move and Santana pull away from her. They were still above the covers and when Santana got up, she felt cold.
"It's OK, Britt," Santana assured, "It's Devil's Spawn."
Brittany sat up and rested her chin on Santana's shoulder. She looked down the bed and saw Lord Tubbington looking at them. "Maybe if you stopped calling him Devil's Spawn, he'd like you more."
"He doesn't understand."
Lord Tubbington hissed again.
"See," Brittany said, "He totally does."
Santana let out a sigh. "If it ever came down to it, who would you choose? Me or the cat?"
Brittany let out a chuckle and kissed Santana's shoulder. "I won't have to choose. You guys are going to be buddies. It'll just take time."
"The fact that you refuse to answer makes me think you'd choose the cat," Santana said sounding a little hurt.
Brittany laughed again. "You're silly." She got out of bed. "Nap time's over. Let's go get some lunch or dinner."
Santana watched Brittany disappear into the bathroom. She looked back at the cat who was just staring back. "Let's call a truce, OK? I'll stop calling you Devil's Spawn if you just stop hissing at me."
The cat narrowed his eyes and put his head down. Santana took that as a yes.
###
Twenty minutes later, fully dressed, Brittany and Santana made their way to the living room. They had slept through lunch as it was almost six now. It was time for dinner.
"I kinda want a burger," Brittany said, "Like with three patties and lots of cheese!"
"Eww, Britt," Santana said, "I think my arteries clogged up just hearing you…."
Santana stopped talking when they entered the living room and she saw Quinn sitting on the couch. She was reading the script.
Quinn looked up. "Oh hey." She looked at Santana. "So, I'm assuming that's your car in my driveway?"
"Uh, yeah," Santana said. Her eyes moved from Quinn to the script.
"Found this on the table," Quinn said closing the script. "I thought it was just from the pile Britt and I have been reading, but then I saw the writer's name. I guess this is the famous script Brittany has been talking about."
Brittany had wanted to read the script first before letting Quinn see it. Especially since it was about her and Santana. Well, sort of. "How long have you been home?"
"Like 20 minutes," Quinn said, "I just thought you guys were out on a walk or something then I saw this script and figured I'd read it until you got home."
"You read the whole thing?" Santana asked.
"No," Quinn said, "I actually just finished reading the part where the Queen character is introduced"
Santana slightly paniced. It didn't take a genius to figure out who the Queen character was based on. "What'd you think?"
"She's….interesting." Quinn cocked her had slightly as if trying to piece together a puzzle. "This story is…I don't know. There's something familiar about it. You sure you didn't rip it off from somewhere?"
Brittany let out a nervous chuckle. "No it's not stolen. It's…you know what? We were just heading out to dinner. Wanna come?"
Santana almost protested. She wanted to spend time with Brittany alone but she really didn't want to let Quinn continue to read the script. At least not until Brittany read it first. Plus this would give her a chance to show off the she had gotten the girl this time.
"Yeah," Santana said, "Join us. We'd love to have you join us for dinner." Santana reached down and grabbed Brittany's hand, brought it to her lips and kissed it.
The look on Quinn's face almost made Santana gloat. "What's happening here?"
Brittany felt herself smile. "We had a good night." She knew Quinn would be happy for her and Santana and there wouldn't be any tension.
"Brittany and I are dating," Santana said proudly, "Officially."
"You…you two? So, you're a couple now?" Quinn actually looked surprised. Santana smiled.
"We are," Santana said, "I hope you don't mind my being around here all the time."
Quinn dropped the script on the table and got up. "Well, congratulations. I think."
Brittany squeezed Santana's hand. "Is it weird?"
"No," Quinn said quickly, "It's not. It's about time Lopez closed the deal."
"Hey!" Santana protested, "Listen…"
"I'm kidding," Quinn said with a slight laugh. "Come on. I'm hungry. Let's go eat and you two can tell me how this happened. And, you Santana, can tell my why your script reads like something I'm sure I've read before and I know it's not one of your books, because I've never read them."
"Gee thanks a lot Quinn," Santana said.
They gathered their things and headed out the door. As they did Brittany was sure she heard Santana whisper, "I win."
"What?" Quinn asked.
Santana shook her head. "Nothing."
Brittany rolled her eyes and locked the door.
###
Dinner was actually more fun than Santana would have thought. Now that she had Brittany, and this need to compete with Quinn was gone, Santana found that Quinn really was fun to be around. Brittany always told her that was the case, but her hatred of her once rival never let her see that.
Santana also managed to put off explaining the script until both Quinn and Brittany had read the whole thing.
"Brittany will fill you in," Santana had told Quinn, "When you're done, I'll be happy to answer any questions."
After dinner, Quinn drove them back to her house. She bid Santana good night and went inside leaving Santana and Brittany out in the driveway, by Santana's car.
"I guess this is it," Brittany said, hating that her day with Santana as over.
Santana wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist. "I'll see you tomorrow after work, OK? What time do you think you'll be home?"
"I don't know," Brittany said, putting her arms around Santana's neck. "It's my first day so I have no idea how long I'll be there. Quinn and I have a meeting with Roz first thing."
"Well, I'm home by 5 so, whenever you're done, just stop by," Santana said.
"I'll see if Quinn can drop me off…"
"Oh shit," Santana realized, "I keep forgetting you don't have a car. I'll pick you up. Just call me and I'll be there."
Brittany smiled. "You don't have to do that. If Quinn is busy, I'll just get a studio driver to take me."
"Yes, I have to, because that's what girlfriends do," Santana said. She leaned up and gave Brittany a soft kiss. "But I do think you need to buy a car."
"This weekend, I will," Brittany said, "I guess I should go in. I want to finish your script before my meeting with Roz."
Santana let go of Brittany and stepped back. "Right."
"Don't worry," Brittany assured, "Remember what I told you."
"I know."
"I love you," Brittany said.
"I know." Santana let out a sigh. "I love you too."
"Now get out of here before I drag you back to my room," Brittany teased.
Santana stepped closer and brought Brittany in for a kiss. She wasn't sure how she was going to survive the next 24 hours without kissing Brittany.
With one last nibble, Brittany let go. She really did want to drag Santana back to her room and lock her in there, but that was out of the question. "This is going to sound so silly, but I'm seriously going to miss you. And I know it's just a day, but that's still too long."
Santana hugged Brittany tight. "It's so pathetic isn't it? I was just thinking how I'm not going to be able to survive not kissing you for a whole day."
"We are so pathetic," Brittany said into Santana's neck. She inhaled Santana's sweet scene one last time before pulling back. "Get out of here. This is getting more pathetic."
Santana let out a small laugh. "You know, I always made fun of those couples that just clung to each other and acted crazy in love. And now, here I am one of those pathetic people."
"That's what you get for making fun," Brittany joked with a slight laugh.
"As punishments go, this is a good one." Santana gave Brittany one last kiss and then got in her car.
Brittany watched Santana drive away and let out a content sigh. Everything she ever wanted was hers now. A great career and the girl of her dreams. She went back in the house and joined Quinn on the couch.
"Can we read this script now?" Quinn asked.
Brittany nodded. No matter how this story played out, it wasn't going to change her feelings for Santana.
###
Brittany and Quinn entered the main conference room in the office building of New Directions Studios. Brittany had only been at work a little over an hour and she already loved being back. This studio was slightly bigger than what she was used to but at the same time, it was smaller. The studio was failing and if they didn't get it going again, Brittany wasn't sure what would happen.
The conference room was empty. "Is it just us?"
Quinn shrugged her shoulders. "I don't think so. We're early. I'm sure more will come in." They took a seat. "So. What are we going to tell Roz when she asks us if we found a movie to make yet?"
Brittany took a deep breath. She and Quinn had stayed up late reading Santana's script and neither were too pleased with how the characters based on them came off in the story. Santana did warn her that her character, Brian, was a heartless monster and he really was. He pretty much used the main character, Sandra, and played with her emotions to get ahead at work. All part of a big plan by Brian and his girlfriend, Queen.
"I still can't fucking believe she named me Queen," Quinn said, annoyed, "Who the hell is named Queen?"
"Queen Latifah."
"Whatever," Quinn scoffed, "I did not set out to make sure she got her heart broken. I know it's just loosely based on our lives, but it still makes me mad."
"Yeah, me too," Brittany said quietly.
Brittany was mad when she finished the story. But then she wasn't. It was just a weird, confusing feeling. The story was different enough to not be specific about what had actually happened, but similar enough that Brittany could tell it was about her. About them.
"But," Quinn continued, "Forgetting this story is about us, it's actually really good. I mean, if done right, I think we can even get an Oscar nod."
"I think so too," Brittany said.
Quinn was right. This script was good. It was fantastic and the best she had read in a long time. She knew it would because Santana wrote it. Brittany just wished it had been a different story. But, it was just a story and Brittany needed to put that aside. She may be a upset, but it didn't change how she felt about Santana. She was in love with her and always would be. Brittany would just have to deal with this later.
"Hello ladies!"
The conference room swung open and Roz came in like she owned the place. Which, technically she sort of did.
"Hi," Quinn said, "Umm, where's everyone else?"
"Just us chicks for now," Roz said. She turned to Brittany. "Glad you finally showed, Sunshine."
"Me too," Brittany said.
"So listen up Goldie Locks!" Roz went to the head of the table, sat down and placed her feet up. "This studio is shit. It's a failure and I don't do failures. I'm a bronze medal winner damn it! We've got one shot to revive Frankenstien and that's it."
"What happens if we can't?" Quinn asked.
"Then I shut this down, sell it for part," Roz said, "I, and the investors, can still make some money out of this."
"Shut it down?" Brittany couldn't lose this job. "What about us? The crew?"
"That's Hollywood." Roz put her feet down and sat up straight, "Look, this town if full of studios, I'm sure they'll be fine. As for you two…"
"What?"
"I've loved your work since Holly pushed me to hire you two six years ago and I'm not letting you go," Roz explained, "If this studio fails, you'll have a job back in New York."
"New…New York?" Brittany felt a slight panic. "But we just moved back…."
"Then you'll move one more time," Roz said, "I have you under contract, so you go where I need you. If New Directions fails, then it's back to East Coast for you ladies."
Brittany looked over at Quinn who didn't seem much too thrilled with moving back to New York. They loved living there, but L.A. had always been home.
"What do we need to do to save the studio?" Quinn asked.
"Get me a movie!" Roz stood up and began to walk around the room. "A blockbuster that'll bring in money or something that'll win this studio a shit load of awards."
Brittany ran her hands through her hair.
"So?" Roz went on. "Have you found a script?"
Brittany and Quinn looked at each other. Santana's script. It was the best one they had read by far.
"Well?" Roz was getting impatient.
"Yeah," Brittany reluctantly said, "We found a script."
"Great! I want it on my desk by lunch," Roz said, "Alright, meeting over. I'm this close to getting one of the biggest up and coming stars to do a project with us."
"Who?" Quinn asked, "And why don't I know about it?"
"Relax, honey pot," Roz said, "Let me seal this deal, then I'll bring you in. Maybe she can star in this script of yours."
"Angelina Jolie?" Brittany had always wanted to work with her.
"Girl, please," Roz rolled her eyes, "We are still a failing studio. It's Kate Dawson."
Brittany scrunched up her brow trying to find out why that name sounded so familiar. It wasn't from the Hollywood scene she was sure, but from somewhere else.
"Kate Dawson?" Quinn asked, "How do I know her?"
"Yeah, me too," Brittany said, "Did we work with her before?"
"I don't thi..." Quinn's eyes went wide. "Wasn't she Santana's girlfriend in college?"
Brittany's own eyes went wide in realization. "Oh shit."
"Are you two done bugging those eyes out?" Roz asked, "Anyway, she's hot on the scene or hot enough. I want to get her before she gets too big."
"Uh...wait," Brittany said, "I'm sure she's great but Quinn was thinking we could get Rachel Berry."
"Rachel Berry?" Roz looked like she had just eaten a lemon. "That girl who did all those face cream commercials?"
"Uh, yeah," Quinn said, "But she'd done other great things."
"You got an agreement with her yet?" Roz asked.
"Umm, not exactly..."
"Then Kate Dawson it is." Roz went to the door. "But if you can get Rachel to agree, maybe we can get both."
And with that Roz left.
"This is crazy," Brittany said, "Kate Dawson? The snob who I made an acting reel for ages ago? The snob Santana dated? It really is like we're back at college."
"I don't remember much about Kate," Quinn said, "But I do remember I didn't like her. "
"We need to get Rachel on board."
"And Santana," Quinn said, "She hasn't officially sold us the script yet."
"Right," Brittany said softly.
###
Santana pulled into the studio driveway and stopped at the security gate watched by a lone security guard.
"Employee or visitor?"
"Visitor. I'm here for Brittany S. Pierce."
"Name."
"Santana Lopez." She was staring to wonder if this man was able to talk in complete sentences. She watched him as he scanned a piece of paper on his clipboard.
"Not on here. Can't let you in."
"Can you just call her. She'll vouch for me."
The guard let out an annoyed huff and picked up his phone. After a few seconds, he began talking. "Hey Brittany I have Samantha Lomas..."
"Santana Lopez!"
"Sorry, Santana...oh, yeah. OK." The security guard hung up the phone and opened the gate. "Turn left up ahead and park in front of Building 3C."
Glad to be rid of him, Santana drove in and went to her destination. She spotted Building 3C and saw a row of parking spots in front, each with a sign with someone's name. She smiled when she spotted Brittany's name and parked her car in the spot. She was about to get out when she saw Brittany come out of the building and walk to her
"Hey!" Santana said through her window, "Why do you have a parking spot when you don't even have a car."
Brittany smiled the second she saw Santana. They had only been apart for a day and it already felt like a month. "I am going to get a car." Brittany reached the car and leaned down to give Santana a kiss through the car window. "Hi."
"Hi." Santana smiled in return. It really was pathetic how she turned to mush around Brittany. "Need a ride?"
"Sure. I just need to go get my things," Brittany said. She stood up and was about to leave when she realized she couldn't just leave Santana waiting in the car. "Come with me. I'll show you my office."
Santana immediately closed her window, got out and locked her car. "If this tour is anything like the tour you gave me of your room, I'd love to."
Brittany reached for Santana's hand and lead her inside. They went through a serious of hallways until they reached Brittany's office near the far side of the building. Along the way Brittany pointed out which office belonged to wich producer, director or executive. Santana didn't know any of these people, but she gladly listened to Brittany point things out.
"And this..." Brittany said, opening her office door, "..is my office."
Santana scanned the medium sized room. Just like Brittany's bedroom, it was pretty bare. There wasn't much in place yet except for a desk, some chairs, a couch and some filing cabinets. "Nice. I'm sure it'll look even better once you decorate."
"I'm thinking unicorn theme," Brittany said looking around the room, "That or dolphins."
Santana let out a laugh. "I'm sure either one will be great."
Brittany, still holding Santana's had, pulled her towards the couch near the back of the office. "I need to talk to you."
Santana swallowed. She was expecting this. All day she had tried to put Brittany reading the script in the back of her mind and all day she had failed. "OK."
They sat on the couch, facing each other. Brittany spoke first.
"I read it. So did Quinn."
"And?"
"Well," Brittany began, "Quinn's mad you named her Queen and that you made her into such a bitch."
"OK, yeah," Santana said, "Maybe I could have come up with a better name but the way I remembered Quinn back then was her getting everything she wanted. Like a Queen."
"And..."
"What about you?" Santana said gently, "Are you mad?"
"I am.. or was. Well, sort of." Brittany played with Santana's fingers. "It's weird. Like, I know it's not us, but it is us. I never meant to hurt you on purpose. I had no idea you had real feelings for me. Had I known..."
"I know," Santana interrupted, "But that's the past and like you said, it's just a story. Everything worked out. We're together now."
"My character is just so...mean," Brittany said, "But it's just for the story. And it's a good story. A story that will make a great movie."
Santana tried to give Brittany as smile. Maybe turning this into a movie wasn't the best idea and especially making Brittany direct this twisted version of their love story. Or non-love story in the case of this script. "I don't know. Maybe that Artie guy was right and this script is too depressing for a movie. Can we just forget about it and just focus on us?"
Brittany actually thought that was a great idea. Had this story not been based on their lives, she would have been more excited to make this movie. But there was something off-putting about making a movie that was based on events in your life. Even if they were exaggerated.
"I can't forget about it," Brittany said. She let go of Santana's hand. "Quinn and I had our meeting this Roz."
"How did that go?" Santana didn't like the tone in Brittany's voice.
"She told us the studio is failing," Brittany said, "And we need to save it."
"And you will!"
"But if we don't," Brittany went on, "She'll sell the studio for parts and everyone will be out of a job."
Santana reached back and took back Brittany's hand. "Hey, don't put the pressure of all those people's jobs on your shoulders OK? That's too much responsibility. This is Hollywood, Britt. There are like a thousand studios around here, I'm sure everyone will be fine."
"Then there's me and Quinn," Brittany said softly.
"What about you and Quinn?" Yeah, Santana really didn't like Brittany's tone.
"We're under contract with Roz," Brittany explained, "If we can't save this studio and Roz sells it, Quinn and I have to keep working for Roz...back in New York."
Santana was sure her heart started beating way to fast in a panic. "New York?"
"If Quinn and I don't make a movie that makes the studio money, we'll have to go back to New York." Brittany hated seeing the panic in Santana's eyes because that's exactly how she felt. They had just gotten together and Brittany didn't want her job to, yet again, separate them by 3,000 miles.
"No," Santana said, firmly, "You just moved back. She can't make you go back to New York. You can quit. There are other studios, L.A. studios, that are better and would love to have you. No. You can't leave again."
Brittany scooted closer and gave Santana a small kiss. "Believe me, the last thing I want is to move back and leave you, leave may parents and sister. Leave home again. But..."
"But what?"
"I have two more years on my contract and I can't break it," Brittany said, "Unless you have a couple of million dollars laying around because that's how much it would cost to buy me out."
"I do!" Santana almost shouted. "My books are best sellers, Britt. I have money, maybe not totally liquid, but I can get it..."
"Whoa, whoa!" Brittany stopped Santana before she handed over her checkbook. "Sweetie, stop. I'm not going to have you cash out your life savings, OK? Quinn doesn't want to move back either, so believe me we are going to try to save this studio."
"You can't leave." Santana tried to top the sinking feeling she felt at the mere idea of Brittany moving away again.
"I'm going to do everything I can to stay," Brittany said, "But I need your help."
"Anything, just name it."
"I need you to sell your script to the studio and let me make this movie," Brittany said, "Quinn thinks that if we do this right, we can even get some Oscar nominations."
"Seriously?" Santana knew she was a great writer but never in a millions years did she think her work would be possible Academy Award material.
Brittany nodded. "You're a gifted writer. You're script could save this studio and everyone's jobs."
Santana let out a breath. "Wow, I guess the pressure's on me then."
"No pressure," Brittany said, "Just sell us the script and Quinn and I will do the rest."
"If making this movie is the only way to keep you here with me, then yes. I'll sell it. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you here."
Brittany hugged Santana buried her face in her neck. "Thank you. I'll make a good movie. I promise."
"I don't doubt that Britt," Santana said pulling back, "You just have to promise me to take me as you date if you get nominated for Best Director."
"Deal." Brittany moved her head slightly to the side and brought their lips together. She wondered if she should tell Santana about Kate but decided it didn't matter. Kate was just in talks with nothing official. There was no news. All thoughts of the actress were suddenly forgotten when Brittany felt Santana's tongue touch her own. She couldn't go back to New York. Santana was in L.A. Her home was in L.A.
Santana deepened the kiss. No, she couldn't lose Brittany again. She was serious about paying out her contract and she made a mental note to check her finances just to make sure she had the money ready just in case. Santana pulled back enough to talk. "Let's get out of here and back to my place. I went to the market and I'm cooking you dinner."
"First breakfast and now dinner?" Brittany smiled. "If you cook me lunch then you can be sure I'll never leave."
"I'll pack your lunch for tomorrow," Santana teased.
Brittany got up and pulled Santana up too. "Let's go. I'm starving."
Brittany grabbed her things and locked up her office. No matter what, she had to save this studio. She had to make this movie a success. She had to stay with Santana.
- tbc-
A/N: Sorry for the long wait. Life keeps you busy sometimes. Thank you all again for reading and sticking with this story. :) You can always hit me upon tumblr if you'd like ( parispal23 ).