Author's Note: All I know is that I'm ready for Glee prom. And I would just like to point out that Santana is wearing my prom dress. I have proof, but it won't let me post the link . :( If you want to see me in that prom dress I'll message you the link [Though I doubt anyone truly cares.]
I'm happy she's wearing my dress! :D Review please.
Santana's POV
"This is the hotel?" I asked a little disappointed.
"Well, Ms. Jones isn't exactly rich..."
"That's the dance teacher right?"
"Exactly."
"I guess I don't have a choice do I?"
"You could always stay with me..."
Hmmm...A night alone with Brittany?
Brittany's POV
A night alone with Santana?
Santana's POV
"That's okay, but thanks for the offer..." I wanted to slap myself.
Brittany's POV
Damn.
Santana's POV
"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." I started.
"Yeah, um, I'll come and pick you up around noon or so. We can get something to eat then head over to the concert hall..."
"Where we were just at?"
She nodded and gave me a tight hug. The warmth of her body against mine set my mind into overdrive.
"Goodnight Santana."
"Goodnight Brittany."
"What took you so long?" Was Maria's greeting to me as I entered the hotel room placing my bag at the front door.
"Brittany took me to an Amy Winehouse concert."
"Why on Earth would she want to do that?"
I shrugged, "But it was nice of her wasn't it?"
Maria scoffed, "Remember Santana, she doesn't care about you. She's just trying to get on your good side so you won't mess up the dance performance. Remember that."
"No, I don't think so..." I began to unpack my pajamas, "I think she actually cares about me. More so than you might think. I think she really and truly cares."
Maria rolled her eyes and flopped on her bed, "Whatever helps you sleep at night."
I smiled to myself. "That does help me sleep at night."
Brittany's POV
The next morning I woke up at nine and showered. I had a faint dream about Santana. The only thing I could hear was her singing voice. She was singing "Landslide" to me as I jogged down this rainbow colored park. What could that possibly mean?
I got into my car and made my way towards the concert hall. I needed to get a few dance steps in before I saw Santana. I didn't need to make a fool of myself in front of her...At least not yet.
Santana's POV
I woke up the next morning at around ten. Maria was snoring softly in the bed beside mine, I had the weirdest dream. Brittany was in it. She was dancing, ballet style towards me. Her arms opened wide for me to join her as "Landslide" played in the background. What could that mean?
I showered quickly and grabbed an apple from the lobby downstairs. Though it tasted like plastic, I made do and sat down in the lobby for at least fifteen minutes. When I looked at the clock it was eleven. I was growing anxious; I couldn't wait to see Brittany. So I went back up to my room, grabbed my purse, and exited the hotel hauling down a taxi on my way to the concert hall. Hoping she would be there.
Brittany's POV
I felt so light and free as I let the music float around me. I felt my arms and feet become nothing more than mere limbs on my body. I was away from Earth, floating on clouds and soaring with the birds as the music rain through my body. I felt weightless, almost invincible...
Santana's POV
The cab driver had to be at least forty and smelled oddly of tobacco. He took me to the concert hall with very little communication. I paid for the cab and stepped out. The building seemed bigger and homier from the outside than last night. I saw in the parking lot a white car, it was the only car there.
Wasn't Brittany's car white?
Brittany's POV
I danced until I began to sweat, it dripped from my body like rain but I didn't feel anything. I continued to let the music flow through me like blood.
Santana's POV
I entered the building and heard music coming from the concert hall. The beat sounded vaguely familiar as I walked towards the sound, I pushed through the doors and found my eyes on Brittany. She was on the stage; she wore a ripped tank top and leggings. Her mind wasn't on me; I doubt she even noticed I entered.
I watched her move from left to right of the stage; I watched her jump and ballet. I watched her spin and twist with every step she took she became more elegant. True, I had seen her in video dancing to different songs, but it meant nothing compared to the way I saw her now. Live.
She was more amazing in person as she danced, she was more vibrant and free than I had ever seen her. She was beautifully amazing; I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
As she glided along the floor it seemed to be in slow motion. Her beautiful blue eyes sparkling even more than I have ever seen them in the stage light. She was amazing, I sound redundant I know but how can I even begin to describe her? I don't even think I can.
But it was in that moment, if I needed a moment to make sure, that I knew...Yes I knew...I was in love with Brittany Pierce.