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"DO YOU BELIEVE IT"
Chapter 25: You and I
Brittany and Santana enter again the living room. Everyone is looking at them with a goofy smile.
Santana: Stop looking at me like that. Yes, okay? Apparently I have a contract with a label.
Everyone starts clapping and cheering, Brittany too.
Lizzie: Santana, Santana. Promise me you'll take with you in Grammys!
Santana: Oh my god! You're thinking about Grammys! It's too early for that.
Lizzie: Yeah but promise me!
Santana: Well if it happens then I promise.
Lizzie: Yay!
Brittany: Good luck with Rachel!
Santana's dad stands up and hugs Santana.
Mr. Lopez: Santanita, I'm very proud of you.
Santana: Papi, I actually didn't do a thing about that.
Mr. Lopez: Brittany said that this man listened to you singing.
Brittany nods smiling proudly.
Brittany: It's true. I asked him to come and listen to you before any decision was to be taken.
Mr. Pierce: (Looks at his daughter) And he just made you a favor? Had you known him before?
Brittany: No. I had just met him. Apparently I'm a very good dancer. (She shrugs.)
Mrs. Pierce: That you are baby. (She hugs her daughter.)
After the hugs and the congratulations, they made coffee and sat by the fire and continued talking.
Mrs. Lopez: So, girls, what are your plans for New Year's Eve.
Brittany smiles and rushes to answer.
Brittany: We'll spend it in NY with our friends.
Santana: (She frowns) Well… Brittany wants us to stay here with you…
Brittany: (She takes Santana's hand and squeezes it) We've discussed it. It's okay.
Santana: Yeah sure… I'm just telling them…
Their parents look at them sensing their feelings about the subject.
Brittany: (She pleads her to drop it) Santana…
Santana: (She smiles to the others) Ok, ok. So we will be in NY.
Lizzie: Why can't you stay?
Santana: Ummm… I have to be back for work and I have also to move in with Brittany. So we have a lot in our hands before school starts again.
Santana reaches and takes Brittany's hand. Brittany smiles widely at her. Their parents look at each other with knowing smirks.
Mr. Lopez: Well I think it's time for our gift to the Pierces and vise versa.
Mr. Pierce: I agree.
Santana: (looks at them suspiciously) I think it's creepy all four of you are such good friends.
Mr. Lopez: Well I owe them for putting up with you all those years.
Mr. Pierce: And I … just owe them.
Brittany: Nice save, dad.
Mrs. Lopez: We offered each other a trip to NY to celebrate the New Year with our daughters.
Brittany stands instantly and jumps excited up and down.
Brittany: Oh my god! Seriously!
Santana: Are you kidding?
Mrs. Pierce: No. We thought it's the perfect opportunity to have some good time and see your life there, girls.
Brittany: Oh my god, mum!
Brittany rushes and hugs her parents. Santana looks at her realizing how much Brittany needs her parents and how actually stressful is. Santana starts to feel guilty again but then her grand mother reaches her hand and startles her. She whispers to Santana.
Abuela Lopez: You are doing fine.
Santana looks at her grandmother with gratitude in her eyes. Brittany's screams interrupts them. Everyone is laughing.
Brittany: Jesus, Santana. Call everyone! Call for sleeping arrangement meeting in 5.
Santana: Relax, Brittany…
Brittany: No, please call. I think we should all move to your place and…
Mr. Pierce: (He hugs his daughter to calm her) Brittany, we have already booked a hotel.
Brittany: (She frowns) No way. You are staying with us! There's no way…
Mrs. Pierce: Brittany, there's no reason. We are going to have fun and there's no reason for you to worry about us. Plus you are too many.
Brittany: No, absolutely not. I own two houses and I can't give my parents a place to sleep while visiting me?
Santana: Brittany…
Santana feels Brittany's frustration. She wants to have her parents with her so much.
Brittany: (She snaps) What? Oh no don't say you agree…
Mr. Lopez: Brittany, it's better for us to have our own place and not to bother you with our schedule. We'll have more fun that way.
Mr. Pierce: (She feels her daughter frustration as well) You can take Lizzie at your place if you want.
Lizzie: Really?
Santana: Of course we will take Lizzie. We are going to have so much fun.
Lizzie: Brittany can I stay with you?
Brittany: And if you can't I'll kidnap you!
Lizzie: Yay!
Brittany hugs Lizzie. Santana sees Brittany's face relaxing again and smiling. She turns to their parents and looks at them with gratitude.
Santana: We are very happy that you are coming guys!
They all nod to her.
Mrs. Lopez: It is settled then girls.
Santana: So guys… we need to go now. Our friends are waiting for us at Breadstix. We are having a little Christmas party. So we better get going. Ready, Britt?
Brittany: Sure.
Brittany and Santana spent the last 30 minutes to get ready for the party. They said their goodbyes to everyone and headed to Santana's car. Once they were inside they burst into a frantic laugh.
Santana: Jesus! I can't believe this day really happened. It was so huge.
Brittany: I know right?
Santana: We better get going.
Brittany: Sure.
Santana caches with her eyes Brittany's little suspicious smirk.
Santana: Oh my god Brittany! What are you up to next? I know that smirk on your face.
Brittany smiles widely.
Brittany: I guess you have to wait to find out.
Santana: Brittany!
Brittany: Relax! I'm not up to anything.
Santana starts the car.
Santana: Okay. can't believe I'm going to make an album.
Brittany: I'm so excited too. So about that…
Santana: Yes?
Brittany: Do you want the others to be involved in the album?
Santana: (She hesitates) Ummm… yes… I mean really do… but…
Brittany: (She looks at her curiously) But what?
Santana: I don't know… is that okay with you?
Brittany: With me?
Santana: Yeah… I mean… you are paying for the whole thing… you are producing it…
Brittany: Santana…
Santana: Just because it's my album or my career… I don't think I have the right… You are the one that is making it true…
Brittany: Santana…
Santana: So if you don't want them involved then…
Brittany: Santana stop!
Santana stops bubbling finally. She keeps her eyes on the road. Brittany takes a deep breath and places her hand on Santana's thigh.
Brittany: Honey… all this is yours… all of it… You've earned it. I just had the contact and the cash. But your talent made it possible. I don't want to see you acting like that. I want you to treat this thing with the fierceness you're treating everything else in your life. You are a strong woman. Don't start your career with compromises. You want something you get it. And since your producer is your girlfriend, then baby, you can ask for the sky and the moon and you can have it in a heart beat.
Santana's cheeks were wet with tears. She shakes her head.
Santana: Jesus, Brittany…
Brittany: (She strokes Santana's hair) Please don't cry. This is a happy day.
Santana: How am I going to make it up to you? This is all too much.
Brittany: Relax. Just keep me around and I have everything.
Santana: Everything?
Brittany: Yeah.
Santana: You don't want a career too? Like the one you help me build?
Brittany: Sure do and I will have. (She takes a deep breath and sits straight on her seat) But I need you to be happy and have a life. Without you I'm lost. I was lost. So there. (She shrugs)
Santana: (She smiles and takes her hand) Well I'm not leaving you. We'll fight everything together.
Brittany: Cool then. So do you want them?
Santana: I really do. You know… glee club helped me in more ways than I'd like to admit. But you know that.
Brittany: I do.
Santana: And you know I like who I am as an artist with them. And Jesus, don't tell anyone but if I don't have Rachel's or Mercedes' opinion on something like that… you know it's important to me artistically… So yes I want them. I want the guys as my band, the girls for duets and back up. Rach is a great songwriter. I want some of her songs. And I have my own songs… so yes I want them.
Brittany: Great! 'Cause I have contracts for all of them. We'll give it to them tonight.
Santana: (She smiles) You are so amazing.
Brittany bends over and gives her kiss on the cheek and rests her head on Santana's shoulder.
Santana: But I want you too. How can I have you in the album? Are you going to sing with me?
Brittany: We'll see. I'm producing it I'll be all over the place don't worry.
Santana: Okay.
They finally reached Breadstix and Santana parked the car. She gathered Brittany in her arms and they stayed like this without speaking for a while.
Santana: Is this all for me?
Brittany: No… not only for you. For me too.
Santana: (She takes a deep breath) I don't want you to be scared. I don't want you to hide.
Brittany: I know… I'm not hiding. I just need to feel safe and carefree like I used to be…after our break up… everything just keep falling apart.
Santana: They are still falling apart?
Brittany: Yes… still… I need you strong. I need to be around you and you to be strong. Otherwise…
Santana: You are so smart and talented and perfect, you can make everything without me.
Brittany: I need you to be strong. Like you were in high school. Life broke us. I need you strong. You make me brave.
Santana: I'll be strong.
Brittany: Okay…
Santana: Ready to go inside?
Brittany: Yes, let's party!
Brittany smiles widely again and Santana relaxes to her smile. She wants so much to make Brittany happy but everything around is so unpredictable. She tries to get rid that taste of failure inside her and guides Brittany inside.
Once they are inside everyone greets them enthusiastically. They spend a few hours talking, laughing, catching up, and singing. The whole gang is really excited. They make plans for their spring break in NY and sing their favorite songs. At some point Brittany goes to the stage and takes the microphone.
Brittany: Hi!
Everyone laughs and screams "hi".
Brittany: So I've got something to say.
Mercedes: Say it over here why do you need the microphone.
Brittany: 'Cause it's more fancy that way.
Tina: Are you going to sing?
Brittany: Nooope!
Santana: (She snaps) Let her speak!
Brittany: Soooo… there's the thing… My beloved Santana (whistles and screams for everywhere)… okay okay… so Santana just landed a contract with a label and is about to start working on her first album. Yay!
Everyone just stood there without speaking with their jaws dropped down. Santana looked at them anxious. Brittany looked at her.
Brittany: (She turns to Santana) Did they die?
Santana: Hope not.
Brittany: Oh and I'm producing it.
Then after a second everyone bursts into screams and laughter and claps and tears hugging Santana for dear life. Santana escapes them and takes the microphone.
Santana: Relax everyone!
Finn: We are so proud of you.
Santana: Thanks, guys. It means a lot. You mean a lot. But I have to say that this album and stuff, everything is Brittany's doing. She found the label, the producer, everything. It's all her.
Everyone cheers again loudly. Rachel stands up and makes her way to Brittany.
Rachel: Marry me please. I'll do anything for you.
Everyone burst to laughter.
Santana: Step back, Berry!
Rachel: But Santana, we are friends. You have to share with your friends.
Santana: I'm not sharing my woman with you.
Brittany takes the microphone again.
Brittany: Soooo can we focus for a little while here?
Quinn: Yes! Rachel, get back here.
Brittany: Alrighty. Santana, will you tell them?
Santana: Umm I guess… So listen up everyone. This is my big break thanks to Britt. And as Rach said you have to share with your friends. So…
Sam: You share Britt?
Santana: (She glares at him) You want your life?
Sam: I guess?
Santana: So I want you all involved in the making of this album.
Everyone is speechless again.
Kurt: For real?
Blaine: Are you serious now?
Santana: Yes. It's something I want. And don't make me say it again or else forget it.
Brittany: (pulls a bag with papers) Here are your contracts, guys. (She spreads the contracts to everyone.) Read them and if you agree sign them. I'm paying for the whole thing. Santana values very much your talent. So I promised her the best.
Everyone takes their contracts dumbfounded. After a while they hug again Brittany and Santana and thank them. In a matter of minutes Brittany gets everything back signed. Santana is really moved and thanks everyone again and again. Brittany takes the microphone again.
Brittany: Now I'm going to sing!
Everyone cheers and claps.
Brittany: This is for Santana.
Santana looks at her with adoration and mouths "You've got to stop". The music starts and Brittany starts to sing "You and I" by Ingrid Michaelson and dances with the music. She looks at Santana and sings to her. Santana smiles widely.
Brittany: Don't you worry there, my honey
We might not have any money
(Everyone laughs and shouts "Yeah right", Brittany giggles through the song)
But we've got our love to pay the bills
Maybe I think you're cute and funny
Maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you, if you know what I mean
(Brittany winks to Santana and everyone laughs)
Oh, let's get rich and buy our friends homes in the south of France
(Everyone claps and screams)
Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Let's get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I
(Brittany goes over to Santana and drags her on stage. She hugs her from behind and gives her the microphone)
Santana: Well, you might be a bit confused
Brittany: And you might be a little bit bruised
But baby how we spoon like no one else
Santana: So I will help you read those books
If you will soothe my worried looks
Santana & Brittany: And we will put the lonesome on the shelf
(Brittany turns and dances with Santana)
Santana & Brittany: Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Let's get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I
(Everyone claps into the beat and sings with the girls)
Oh let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Let's get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I
The song ends and Santana hugs Brittany tightly. She then looks at her with tears in her eyes.
Santana: Thank you. For everything. (She whispers) Do you believe it? We are going to make it now…
Brittany nods and kisses her. The others close them in a group hug and Brittany thinks for the first time in a year that might everything will be alright again.