A/N: What are your thoughts on Glee S4? The new characters? KITTANY?!
I must say that this season seems really promising, at least for now, with the Brittany episode coming up! So excited!
For this chapter... all I'm gonna say is... Artie is back in town! Uh-oh!
Rs:I'm glad you liked it! Enjoy this one as well! I hope everything is good with you in Argentina! :)
sheashoeaddict: Yeah, I'm always imagining Britt-Britt as the dominant one! And Santana really is a softy on the inside, isn't she...
snixxjuice214: I'm glad you liked the twitter part! I guess it would've been more suiting with "It's Brittany bitch!", but well, well...
Thanks for always reviewing! :)
Dolfenluvr: You could've used more, eh? ;) Enjoy this one!
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I'm glad you like the alphabet thing I was actually thinking X, as in a scissor... if you know what I mean! (;
Chapter 21
It was finally summer, and the first day on set for the second season of Fashion Lies Everywhere was coming closer. Tomorrow was the day.
Santana was nervous to say the least. She had never done anything like this before. She didn't mind being in front of the camera, but being behind it was who she really was.
It was a whole new experience to have someone follow her throughout her days, and not only Santana, but some of the people from the prior season had been replaced with new talents, just waiting to get into the spotlight.
Not only that. But her and Brittany knew that keeping their relationship "under the radar" was coming to an end.
They had successfully, without even trying, avoided the media's prying eyes for the last couple of months.
Santana or Brittany didn't know why they had been able to be out in public without stalking paparazzi's, but something told them that Jacob Ben Israel was too scared to send out his troops at them. Perhaps after eating those rocky mountain oysters that Santana had sent all those months ago.
All of their close friends who had their trust, as well as their families knew about the two of them being a couple, of course.
Maribel Lopez had been in tears as her daughter introduced Brittany as her girlfriend as they came for a visit at the Lopez mansion a few weeks prior.
That's exactly how Santana felt, so happy that she almost cried out in happiness. Brittany made her feel vulnerable in the most frightening way, but at the same time it felt so right.
"Babe, can you tell me how it worked last season? I know you already told me, but I just don't want to feel like a complete beginner when it comes to this..."
"But you are! I were all new to this last season, and you won't be alone this season either. Also. Even Rob told you how it would work! You didn't listen then, did you?" Brittany teased with a raised eyebrow.
"Who's Rob?"
"Santana. Robert. The producer, remember? We met him like, two days ago."
"Oh, yeah. Robert. Why didn't you just say so..."
"Okay, anyway. So this is going to be a little different from the first season because we haven't taken the promo photos yet, so that's what's going to happen tomorrow."
"I remember now, that's why we went to Robert, the producer, because we wanted our promo shots to be taken together."
"Yes, exactly. Rob, Quinn and Rob's new assistants are the only one's who know about us being together right now, but everyone will surely be getting it as soon as we all meet up tomorrow."
"I don't mind." Santana said and linked her hand through Brittany's.
"Me neither." the blonde said and kissed Santana's cheek.
"You know that he will realize as well?"
"Yes, he will most likely be there and he will probably realize that we are a lot more than friends..."
"And?" Santana bit her lip nervously, not sure what answer she should expect. Working with an ex and new partner at the same time was always doomed to be a disaster.
"Honestly? I guess that it should bother me more than it actually does. But it doesn't and that's disturbing? I can with all honesty say that I don't care about his opinion about us. I guess that it was sad that I lost a friend when we broke up, but that's life." Brittany said and shrugged with a sad face. "It will probably be awkward, but I don't think we will work that close this season anyway." the model said and watched as Santana looked around nervously. "Does it bother you to work with him? That I will work with him?" the blonde said, which made Santana lock eyes with her.
"He hurt you, Brittany." Santana let out in a low voice.
"And you were there to pick up the pieces, to pick me up."
"But it hurts me to know how he treated you. You didn't deserve it."
"No one deserves it. Everyone deserves to feel loved, and that's exactly how I feel right now."
"If he so much as touches you, or even look your way, I swear..."
"Yeah, you'll go all Lima Heights Adjacent on his sorry ass. And I'm sure that you'll slash him with your vicious, vicious words." Brittany said and giggled. "Unless I do it first!"
"Oh, no way is my lady going to do anything!"
"We'll see about that!" Brittany teased. "Anyway..."
"Promo photos."
"Yes. We will take both solos and together. Then we will take a couple of photos together with Kurt, Quinn and Rachel, since they are like, our people. Then group shots with everyone."
"That sounds cool."
"Yeah? And in the meantime, everyone will get acquainted with each other by playing games and doing different activities! Film some interview material as well!" the blonde said excitedly.
"What kind of games?" Santana said with a raised eyebrow. She had never been a fan of games, especially not those "get to know each other"-games.
"Like, I don't know what we're doing this year. Last year we did a bunch of name games, 'two truths, one lie', you know, you tell three things about yourself and then the other's try to figure out which was the lie. And also..."
"I know that game and it's ridiculous."
"No, it's fun!"
"It's ridiculous. If they want to know something about me they can google it."
"And how much truth would lie in the answers they would get from online?"
"Well, if they use the 'I'm feeling lucky'-button, they might just get the truth!"
"Yeah, or maybe not?" Brittany snorted.
"Okay, okay. Fine. Internet got so much bullshit. But I still think getting to know games sounds ridiculous. We're not in middle school anymore."
"I'm sure that you'll think it's fun!"
"As if..."
"Mhm, maybe I can sneak in some sweet lady kisses in between?" Brittany said seductively as she trailed her free hand up Santana's leg and thigh.
"I like the sound of that..."
"Uh-huh..."
"Come here..." Santana said seductively as she leaned in to kiss Brittany.
"We're going up early tomorrow though... stop it... San..." Brittany giggled as Santana began to suck on her pulse point.
"Yeah? So?"
"No marks, Santana! Important photo shoot tomorrow!"
"Fine, fine. No marks..." Santana huffed. She loved hickeys! Especially making them on Brittany, but fine. She too, had an important photo shoot tomorrow...
"Wakey, wakey!"
"Uhhghh..." Santana groaned as she rolled away from Brittany who was jumping in the bed. Yes, Brittany was actually jumping in the bed.
"Baby! Get up or else we'll get late!"
"Don't wanna..." Santana mumbled into the pillow. The Latina was finally realizing that sexing it up with Brittany until late last night might have not been a very clever idea.
"Get up! I'll make you pancakes!" Brittany said as she jumped down from the bed, pecking Santana's cheek before she hurried out of the room and down to the kitchen.
"Sure... wait... what? No, Britt! No! You are not allowed in that kitchen! Come back and cuddle! Wait!" Santana shouted as she hurried up from the bed before running after the fast blonde. "Britt! Don't touch a thing! I'll make you pancakes!"
As Santana got closer to the forbidden room, she smelled something.
It smelled like... eggs and bacon?
That made her speed up, Brittany was so not supposed to make her eggs and bacon! That shit was dangerous!
"Britta..." Santana stopped abruptly as she entered the kitchen.
"Hello, Santana. Breakfast is ready." Quinn said as she moved around the bacon in the frying pan, not breaking the eye contact with the salty meat.
"Good morning, Sant..." Rachel began as she looked up from the morning's newspaper. Her eyes bulged out at the sight in front of her.
She probably got a crumble or something down the wrong throat, because suddenly she began to cough and desperately reach around the table for something to drink.
This commotion caused Quinn to turn around.
"Oh my... Santana! Cover yourself!" Quinn shouted angrily before leaning over to her girlfriend to make sure that she was okay.
"Hey guys, what's up?" Brittany said as she casually walked into the kitchen. Grabbing a piece of bacon directly from the frying pan. "Hey, why are you choking?" the model said as she sat down next to the singer, waiting for her food to get served by Quinn, who was currently busy taking care of her dying girlfriend.
Brittany looked around the room and saw Santana in the other doorway. "Hey baby, why are you walking around half naked?". Brittany kept looking at Santana with a raised eyebrow as the Latina tried to cover up her bare chest with her hands.
"Where did you go? I thought you were going to make me pancakes?" Santana asked as she tried to cover herself up.
"Oh, sorry. I know that you don't want me to touch the stove, so I went to pee."
"O-okay. Well, I guess I need to put something on then..."
Santana sent a quick glare to Rachel who had calmed down from the coughing.
She hurried outside the room and upstairs to her bedroom. She needed clothes. Fast.
Santana heard Brittany giggling as she left...
Damn it. Berry just saw my boobs...
Brittany stayed. Patiently waiting for Quinn to get the food for her, but it never came.
Seconds passed. Minutes passed and the kitchen was beginning to smell like something was burning. But Quinn was busy making sure that Rachel wouldn't get a cough attack again.
The blonde model wasn't really allowed to take food directly from the pans, she was lucky that Santana didn't tell her anything earlier...
But right now it seemed like she wouldn't get any breakfast. At least not in a while and it wasn't like she wanted to eat burnt bacon anyway.
She sent a quick glare to Quinn who was patting Rachel's back, before she hurried outside the room and upstairs to Santana's bedroom.
Damn it. I won't get any food from Quinn the whipped, better go and take care of Santana instead...
So, fine.
After arriving to the studio, which looked really cool with couches, air-hockey, pool table and a bunch of other cool stuff in one room and cameras and amazing lighting setup in another, it was time to get down to business. Meaning, start talking to these strangers.
Santana was laughing her ass off as the cast and crew were playing two truths and one lie.
Some of these lies and truths were just ridiculous and hard to guess.
Like, 'I met Lady Gaga when I was out shopping for underwear, not only once, but twice. And even though I have lived here for three years and I've never seen the Statue of Liberty up close and whenever I'm home my mum always make my laundry."
So guess what? Unique had never seen the Statue of Liberty even after living in New York for three years and she have met Lady Gaga twice while shopping for underwear. She even showed pictures as proof! Apparently she barely visits her home, and when she does, she doesn't stay long enough for her mum to take care of her laundry. Who would've guessed that...
The Latina had come to terms that she would enjoy this.
Even though Quinn, Kurt and Rachel were currently missing from the set, they hadn't showed up yet. She had only seen a little glimpse of Artie until he suddenly disappeared, and that, she was happy for. She had taken her time to really get to know these people that she would work with. She wouldn't necessarily work with them closely, but she would still meet them from time to time, and she really liked these people, well, some of them more than others. But that was natural.
Santana was proud of herself. She had been acting fairly kind, trying hard not to say anything that would come off as too rude, of course she wouldn't be able to stop all of her rude remarks, but some of them she had managed to filter.
She had met Sam and Sugar before. Sugar was a little rough around to edges, to say the least. The young girl said that she liked Santana's work and found it intriguing, but lacking that little extra.
Santana really did tame herself there, she didn't want to add any extra drama on the first day, so she kept quiet and was happy that Sugar at least liked her work a little bit.
Sugar was like a more outspoken Rachel Berry, but luckily for her, their conversation didn't last very long and the rich girl abandoned Santana to occupy herself by flirting away with some guy from the crew.
Sam however, was really cool. She knew that him and Brittany were really close friends, so she really had to be on Sam's good side, which she found easy. She accidentally called the male model "guppy" and "trouty mouth" a couple of times, but Sam had just brushed it off and laughed at it.
She could see herself getting along well with Sam, if that was how he'd react whenever she'd call him by a nickname.
Brittany had been by her side most of the time and to her delight, the two of them were already dubbed as "two-shot" and "Brittana" by the rest of the cast.
"Have anyone seen Arthur today?" Robert's angry voice shone through the room that was occupied by cast and crew getting acquainted with each other. "He's not answering any calls... where the hell is that boy, it's his turn..." he muttered as he didn't spot the designer in the crowd.
"I saw him earlier. I think he was leaving..." a crew girl piped in.
"Sugar, do you know where he is?" the producer asked as he spotted the youngest of the cast sitting on the floor.
"Why the hell would I know? It's not like I'm his babysitter." Sugar said angrily. "Sorry, Aspergers. I don't know where he is." the brunette said calmly before returning to her conversation with the new PA, some guy from Ireland.
"Can anyone tell me what's going on here. Why isn't he here? I hope he knows that he might lose his job..."
"Rawbeeert! My man!"
"Arthur? What are you doing..." Robert froze in pure surprise as he felt arms wrap around him, the strong smell of alcohol being obvious in the breath being exhaled around him.
"I just went out to run some errands while waiting for my turn." the geeky looking designer slurred before turning around.
"Sugah-sugahhh, you are my honey... ehh... candy gurrrrl..." Artie sang as he saw the girl on the floor. "Hope you're having fun sleeping around with Mr. Irish guy..." he muttered. "Ohh, hi Britt, baby." the designer continued as his eyes landed on the blonde model a few meteres away, staring back at him with wide eyes, she had previously been discussing some new ideas with the director of photography.
The room went silent. None of them expecting the turn of events.
Soon enough talking filled the room again. Everyone knew that it was all pretend, everyone were eavesdropping while discussing meaningless things that no one really cared about.
First class gossip was on its way, and no one could afford to miss it.
Meanwhile, Santana was fuming from the couch, seated in the other side of the room, as she looked between her girlfriend and Artie.
She should've seen something like this coming, and hell no was he going to go all "baby" on her girlfriend. Hell no...
She pulled up her sleeves and balled her fists, ready to make a move if necessary. But as long as he didn't do anything, she had promised Brittany to not hurt him physically. Obviously, Artie was already emotionally unstable.
"I've missed you." Artie said as he took a step closer to the blonde.
"No..." Brittany whispered and shook her head. Backing towards the wall for every step Artie took.
Soon enough Brittany had backed as far as she could. Her back was pressed up against the wall and Artie was right in front of her, his breath hitting her face and the blonde made disgusting faces. She never liked alcohol, this being one of the many reasons.
Why the hell is no one stepping in... why is no one doing anything... Santana thought as she desperately looked around the room, trying to seek help without uttering a word, and without success. No one could possibly think that they were still together, or could they? Were these people that stupid?
"I've missed your smell..." Artie said as he sniffed the air around them. Brittany couldn't say anything. She was too scared to utter a single word. "I've missed us. Take me back, baby. Please?" he whispered loud enough for Brittany to hear.
Artie begged and Brittany shook her head.
The room was once again silent and Brittany and Artie had all eyes on them.
No one dared to do anything.
The newbies wondered why no one did anything, but didn't want to step in by themselves, while the old crew was used to the odd couple fighting. But this was different...
They were no longer a couple. Artie was drunk and Brittany was scared.
They knew what they should've done, but no one did it.
Not even Robert...
That's it...
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" Santana shouted as she saw Artie linger forward. She could smell the alcohol from where she was standing, now she was getting closer and closer...
"Why do you care?" Artie groaned as he was ready to make his move. "You'll never get to do this to her... hmm...I've missed your lips on mine." Artie leaned in with his eyes closed, his right hand cupping Brittany's face while his left hand was on the wall, making sure that the blonde couldn't move away from him. He puckered his lips and the moment he thought his lips would touch soft one's, he felt nothing but a burning sensation in his head.
"Ahhhh!" Artie shouted in agony, desperately clutching his head to calm down the feeling, it felt like someone had ripped of pieces of hair.
"Don't you fucking dare to ever touch her again. Don't even look her way." Santana said angrily, throwing the hairs she ripped off into the air before beginning to push Artie, who didn't fight back, until he fell onto his ass with a loud thud.
"Fucking hell..." Artie spit, laying on the floor. "Why did you do that?"
"No one else did shit." Santana spit back.
"Fucking lesbian. Disgusting. Bet you're only jealous because I got up on that, and you don't."
"Fucking lesbian? Man, that was a low blow..." Santana said sarcastically. Obviously she knew something he didn't know.
"I've seen the way you look at her." Artie said as he raised up from the floor, brushing his clothes from invisible dust.
"Yeah, and how exactly do I look at her?"
"As if, as if you want her. It's disgusting."
"You disgust me, Arthur. The way you look at Brittany..." Santana shook her head. "As if you own her. But I know, I know that it's over between you two. It's been for a long time." Angry Artie neared the furious Latina, but as Artie was standing right in front of her, she poked his chest, making him back off.
The audience watching the argument from the sides let out different kinds of noises in surprise, before awkwardly clearing their throats, doing their best to cover up their very obvious eavesdropping.
"So, Britt. I guess you told this bitch about our breakup?" he said as he glared at Santana.
"I guess you must have missed the way I look at her." Brittany rolled her eyes and spoke up after being silent for a long time, her voice cracking. No one got to call her girl a bitch. "You're always too busy being so full of yourself. Santana got me already."
"What do you mean by that?" Artie said and glared at Brittany.
Artie was once again approaching the blonde model and this time Santana would protect her girl.
Santana balled her fists again. Artie was getting closer. She was ready. The alcohol smell was getting closer to their faces. She knew how much Brittany hated that smell. She needed more leverage. He quickly followed after as she took a step back. But BAM!
Santana saw a fist swish right in front of her and the next second Artie was lying on the floor again, desperately clutching his, now, bleeding nose.
Someone was shouting "man down, man down!", but no one did anything. Everyone just stared in awe.
Santana hadn't done anything. Really. She had just stood there, backing towards the wall to get some leverage.
She turned her head and gawked at Brittany, who now had everyone's attention, who was currently trying to calm down the burning feeling in her knuckles and the adrenaline pumping in her veins.
No one had seen that one coming. Miss innocent hitting someone in the face? Artie being beaten by a girl? Two girls? First class gossip right there.
"Don't you ever call my girlfriend a bitch again. Yeah, you heard me." Brittany said loud enough for everyone to hear as she glared down at Artie. "I'm the only one allowed to do that." she said in a lower voice for Santana's ears only, before sending her a wink. Okay, so more gossip coming right up.
"So. Hot." Santana let out in a whisper before quickly closing the gap between herself and Brittany. Their lips desperately moving against each other.
From the floor, without any pride left, Artie was watching as his former girlfriend and Santana Lopez were making out. Tongues and everything! The Santana Lopez. He practically introduced the two of them!
As if that wasn't enough, the room was soon filled with "aw's" at the kissing couple.
Just great.
Artie swiped his nose on his expensive suit and sent the girls an angry glare, before he felt strong arms lift him up.
"Son, I hate to do this to you, but we need to talk about this. Don't ruin your career by following this pattern. Don't. One day you might not get another chance to change for the better. This could be the death of you. You need help." Robert said warningly before giving Santana and Brittany one last apologetical look, which went unnoticed by the girls, before dragging the drunk man with him towards his office.
He would have to take care of the girls and the rumors that surely would start later. "Oh, and call for medical help." he said randomly to his PA.
Even though Artie was like a son to Robert, he had to keep business away from personal life. He couldn't accept this turnout for Arthur, especially not the way he acted towards Brittany.
He couldn't say that Brittany punching him in the face was the right thing to do, but he had it coming.
Maybe Robert should've seen everything coming, that everything would fall apart for his designer friend. With Artie's breakup with Brittany, his economical problem, lack of success when it comes to his company and apparently, trouble in paradise with Sugar.
Robert was an optimist, trying to see the underlaying good in everyone.
But for turning up drunk at work, homophobic comments and to sexually harass a co-worker was not acceptable. Therefore, it was only one way to end this journey for Artie...
"Son, I can't let you work with us anymore. I'm breaking the contract. You're free to go, but please take my advice and get some help. I'm sure that the alcohol isn't your only problem..."
"No, sir, it's not." Artie said, the punch making him sober up a little, he was slightly embarrassed to admit that the alcohol wasn't the only problem. He knew that he had problems, a lot of them actually, but he never thought he would take it this far. "I'm really sorry for this mess, believe me, I am. I hope that you can forgive me one day." he said, sounding miserable and regretful. Tears beginning to form in his eyes.
"One day, son. One day." Robert said. "Oh, come here." he pulled Artie in for a fatherly hug until the medics came to check on the man with the bloody nose before they took him with them to the local hospital.
"Hey guys, sorry for being late. The traffic was crazy and everything was all-around crazy this morning. What did we miss? Where's Rob?" Quinn said out of breath when she turned up on set with Rachel and Kurt close behind, three hours too late.
Most of the people just turned around to greet them with a tightlipped smile or a wave, quickly dismissing them before turning back to what they just did.
Whispering... at least they thought they were being quiet...
- Is Santana and Brittany a couple?
- Obviously.
- For how long have they been dating?
- When did Brittany break up with Artie?
- What the hell is wrong with Artie?
- Santana is so hot...
- I wonder if Britt is okay...
- Well, a friend of mine, who's cousin got a friend, told her friend that her best friend, who's a friend of Brittany... got told by Brittany that she was pregnant.
- Brittany's pregnant? Doubt it...
- I heard that Artie's an alcoholic.
- No shit. I heard that he's a drug addict...
- What? I heard that Artie got dumped by Sugar too.
- Seems like it. Look at those two...
- Artie was dating Sugar too?
- How awkward is it to work with two ex's...
- Lucky for him, doesn't seem like he'll work with them...
- Watch your ladies or else Santana might come and steal them too.
- Doubt it, she seems very fond of Brittany.
- I wonder if they have done some naughty photo shoots...
- Guys, why are we even talking about this? Santana and Brittany are standing right there...
"Okay, what on Earth did we miss?" Kurt and Quinn shouted in unison. All eyes turned to them.
"Santana!" Rachel shouted, dreading to hear what had happened.
"Oh, hi Quinn. Kurt. Rachel. Didn't see you coming!" Sugar said as the people finally began to take proper notice of the newly arrived friends.
Exactly like the past couple of nights, before going to bed, Santana and Brittany typed out tweets for the internet world to see.
It had been a really eventful day, with the Arthur drama, explaining it to their friends, discussing the future with Robert, first day on set, coming out to their new colleagues...
But just because a lot of things were different from the past days, and things were finally changing, didn't mean it was a bad change.
Both women were content with the changes, and the evening tweets were still in their routine, for now.
They took their pictures to attach with their tweets and pressed the "tweet"-button at the same time, before placing their phones on the bedside table and rolling around until they were facing each other... at the same time.
TheLopez: Real eventful day... first day on the FLE set! Now: bed with the most beautiful woman alive... I love you. hashtag: BitchesBeJelly
BrittSPierce: I got the best cuddling company! (-: I'm smelling her right now, and she smells so good! I love you too. So much! hashtag: CrazyInLove
Santana attached a photo of her own and Brittany's hair being sprawled out on a pillow, while Brittany posted a photo of their pinkies linked on top of the blankets they had themselves laying underneath.
The ring that was holding promises clearly visible on Brittany's picture.
"Do you think people will get it?" Santana asked as she let her girlfriend cuddle closer, her own hands slowly running up and down Brittany's fair skin.
"I hope so. We might need to clarify it one day. Reply to some tweets. Kurt might kill me for not warning him before doing this, but that's alright, because right now I'm just happy to have you." Brittany whispered as she snuggled closer to Santana. Inhaling the sweet smell of her girlfriend and surely enjoying the touch from her.
"Are you smelling me again?" Santana asked, highly amused at her girlfriends antics.
"Yeah..."
"Isn't it a bit creepy that people will know that I smell good?"
"No? I don't think anyone would think that you smell bad anyway..." Brittany said sleepily before yawning.
"I love you, Britt-Britt." Santana said with a bright smile, because not only did she have the most beautiful woman, she had the most amazing and adorable one as well.
"Love you, Santana..." Brittany kissed Santana's neck before her eyes couldn't stay open for any longer. "G'night... mhm... smells so good..."
"Sweet dreams, baby." Santana said and placed a gentle kiss on top of Brittany's head before she contently closed her eyes.
A/N: So, here's what I'm thinking about the upcoming chapters.
I'm thinking a short chapter where Brittany and Santana are followed by a camera crew for FLE.
Then I'm thinking a time jump to hurry the story a little... where that will lead... oh, I have no idea.
Maybe it's time for the lovey dovey couple to go on a vacation together?