Author's Note: THEY KISSED! THEY FRIGGIN KISSED! -DIES-
Santana's POV
All the performances were done and over with. Everyone was now being called back onto the stage to greet our admiring fans. I walked off first with Brittany following closely behind. To the right of us were Maria and Finn and three couples to the left of us stood Quinn and Sam. Everyone looked happy and impressed with themselves as Ms. Jones took center floor.
"Thank you, thank you." The crowd quieted down as Ms. Jones smiled at them, "I hope you all had as much fun as we did. All of these students and their dance partners have proven one thing that I knew all along. It doesn't matter what race or culture you come from your dance moves are the same and will grace you with the ability of life and happiness..."
Happiness? Ha!
Brittany's POV
I stood behind Santana on a step that lined the back row. All of Ms. Jones students stood on the back row while our guests stood in front. Santana looked amused at the way Ms. Jones controlled the audience which is nothing new. Ms. Jones always has that effect on people.
As I tried to listen to Ms. Jones I found myself staring at Santana. I was beyond hurt and full of loathe towards the actions that went down before the performance, but now, after our performance I couldn't do anything but look at her. Sounds creepy, I know. But I had nothing more to say or do than to look at her...
"Now as you all may or may not know we have some scholarship scouts in the building tonight." As Ms. Jones said this three people stood up from the crowd. They were not sitting together, they were far apart. One was a black man at least my height, the other was a white woman with very curly brown hair, and a white man who looked upset about being here. Santana turned slightly to me.
"Why didn't you tell me about the scholarships?" She whispered, but I couldn't find the voice to speak. I said nothing, I continued to gaze out in the crowd.
"Now, they have given me their choices for their scholarships. Of course there will only be two winners of this scholarship, which they have come together to announce. It is truly an amazing experience and it is a shame only two out of six of my students get to get a full ride to the Lima Arts Institute for the Creatively Gifted, but that's alright. That just means you all are one step closer to success!" Ms. Jones reached into her big jacket pocket and pulled out two envelopes. "I have here the names of the two who will get a full ride...Drum roll please." There was a sudden silence in the room as Artie began to hit the drums. "Quinn Fabray!"
Quinn beamed with happiness as she made her way towards Ms. Jones to collect her envelope.
Artie began to drum again as Ms. Jones opened the second envelope. "Brittany Pierce!"
Applause broke out amongst my peers as I went to get the envelope. Ms. Jones beamed with excitement at me.
"I hope to hear great things about you two! Now please, there is a small after party held in the lobby. We have snacks and drinks for all of you; please feel free to deluge yourselves. Thank you for coming and good night."
"Can you believe it, Brit? We BOTH got scholarships!" Quinn said frantically as we exited the stage.
"Right." I held my envelope with little ease.
"Just imagine how it'll be once we get there."
"Yeah..."
"Congrats Brittany." I heard Maria say behind me, "You're going to do wonders there." She nudged Santana who looked sad and disappointed.
"Yeah...Congrats. I'm very happy for you."
"No you're not." I corrected her.
"I am, at least I won't be missed much while you're there. You'll get to meet new people and do great dances."
"But I don't want to meet new people..."
Santana smiled weakly, "I better get back to the hotel...Start packing."
I opened my mouth to say something but no sound came out.
"It's okay." Quinn said, "She's happy for you, she's just sad to leave..."
"I know...I just..." I sighed, "I know..."
Santana's POV
The next day I awoke at noon to get packed and ready to leave for Mexico late this evening. Apart of me was expecting Brittany to show up saying goodbye but then again I doubt it. She was probably thinking of what to bring to her dorm room or maybe what new dances to try out when she got to school. I know I sound bitter, and maybe I am, I just had this weird thought in my head that maybe she would miss me more if she was bored and did nothing. I guess I was wrong.
There was a knock on my door and I skipped to it, assuming it was Brittany, but when I opened it my smile quickly faded.
"May I come in?" Quinn asked.
I backed out of the door and she entered taking a seat on Maria's bed.
"Where's your roommate?"
"Shopping."
"Of course."
"Would you like a banana?"
"A what?" She looked offended.
"A banana." I showed her the fruit that sat in a fruit bowl beside my bed.
"I thought people usually offered water?"
"I don't have that, unless you want that crap from the bathroom. All I have is a banana."
"No thanks."
"Suit yourself." I began to peel it back, "So, what brings you here?"
"Packing for Mexico?" She asked, avoiding the question.
"Yes, my plane leaves this afternoon." I bit the tip of my banana.
"I see do you enjoy it there? Mexico I mean."
"It has its perks and its flaws."
"Hmmm...And what is there for you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Just what I said, 'what is there for you?'"
I took another bite of my banana, "There's a family I have, you know the usual kind. Equipped with a mom and dad. I also have friends."
"Hmmm..." She stood up from her seat and examined the room.
"I also have a life down there, so to speak."
"Elaborate."
"I'm a cheerleader, I go to the movies, shop, hang out. A typical teenager's life."
"Oh...That's nice...But you didn't really answer the question."
I took another bite of my banana, "I thought I did. That's what's there for me."
"Yes, well, you know what's here for me?" I shook my head, not truly caring, "Nothing. Yes, I have a family some friends but there's nothing really here for me."
"You have school...Didn't you win that scholarship?"
She nodded as I took another bite of the banana, "But that's not really something I'd claim as something that's here for me."
"But you earned that scholarship."
"But I didn't earn the school. The school is not here for me. It's here because Jonathan Appletiger wanted to become a dancer but there was hardly any schools that sponsored that. So he made his own. They have an entire floor dedicated to him there."
"Uh..."
"It was around 18 something, I forget the year...But anyway, there's nothing here for me. But I stay because I'm happy here. Are you happy in Mexico?"
"I used to be."
"What changed?"
"I met Brittany." She smiled; clearly her point was being made.
"You have lovely taste in clothes." She eyed my suitcase, "Forever 21?"
"Actually that belongs to Brittany...I was supposed to return it."
"You just magically forgot?" She asked, half smiling.
"Yes, I forgot."
"Mmhmm..."
I bit more of my banana, "You never did answer my question."
"I don't remember you asking one."
"I asked why you were here."
"Oh, I didn't answer you?"
"No."
"Hmm...I must have magically forgotten..." She walked towards the fruit painting that sat above my bed, "That really is ugly."
"Take it up with management."
She smiled. She took her eyes from the painting and back to my suitcase.
"I think you should give this back to Brittany, it's one of her favorite shirts."
"I didn't know it meant that much to her."
"It doesn't, but still."
"She's probably practicing some routines for that dance school..." I took an aggressive bite of my banana and bit my tongue.
Quinn smiled. "No, actually she's far from doing that."
"What do you mean?"
"Just what I said."
"Why isn't she practicing? I mean those scouts looked tough, if she wants to be the best..."
"Brittany is the best."
"I know that, but that's not what I meant..."
"I know what you meant."
"She took the scholarship, practicing is a gift..."
"She didn't take the scholarship." She sat back down on Maria's bed and crossed her legs.
"She didn't? But I saw them call her name, I was there!"
"And so was the whole town of Lima, doesn't mean much when you're on the outside looking in."
"Why didn't she take the scholarship? She's an amazing dancer."
Quinn stood up again.
"Yes, she is, isn't she? It's a shame Lima Arts will be missing out on two great dancers..."
"Two?"
Quinn nodded.
"I refused the scholarship too."
"But why? You two are beyond confusing. You love dancing."
"No, Brittany does and I used to love anything Brittany did. But I've learned something through this experience."
"What?"
"That you shouldn't regret things you love, but I regretted dancing. I regretted those two years I spent doing it. It was fun for a while, but it's not for me. No, my heart is truly in London."
"With Sam?" I asked, folding my banana peel.
She nodded. "True love never fades, what's wrong with taking a risk? Might as well travel to London; uncover who Quinn Fabray really is."
"But traveling all the way to London for him?"
"If you were in love wouldn't you do something crazy just to be with that person?"
She smiled almost knowing what I was going to say. I threw my banana peel away.
"Yes."
"So what makes me any different?" I shrugged.
She lifted the shirt out of the suitcase and placed it on the door as she turned it to exit.
"This shirt really is Brittany's favorite."
"I don't even know where Brittany is."
"Yes you do." She opened the door to leave.
"Wait." She paused, "Why didn't Brittany take the scholarship? She loves to dance, I don't understand..."
"Don't you? Love makes you do crazy things, Santana Lopez. Rejecting a scholarship to fly to London to be with a boy who's lamely fun to be around or even rejecting a scholarship to fly to Mexico to be with a girl who sings like an angel..."
"She said that?"
She smiled, "No, I ad lipped."
"But, did she really...Did she really reject it for me?"
She shrugged, "I'm not Brittany. All I know is that she rejected it, she said it didn't feel right..." She eyed that shirt, "Now would be a great time to take that to her..."
She closed the door behind her. I opened it and yelled after her.
"You still didn't tell me why you came here!"
"Oh, you know." She said with a twist of her head, "You know."
Author's Note: I want to know your opinion: Why do you think Quinn came to see Santana?