Hi guys, after an amazing response, I decided to start a new story. Many of you have expressed that my stories have given you comfort and helps dealing with Naya's passing. I hope I can continue to do so. Enjoy the ride, as always.
Love, Nouk.

Santana POV

"Santana, how do you feel?!"

A reporter shouts out, while I'm holding on to my first ever Grammy win. My anxiety as pressing as the question. The lights of the camera flashes are blinding me as I feel myself forcing a smile. The question should be easy to answer, happy right? But it took me by surprise. The feeling of loneliness rushing over me like a hoard of fans running over to meet me. I look to the side and see my publicist Kurt mouthing 'Say something' – followed by an annoyed head shake. I look back into the bright lights, the lights I dreamt about my whole life. My life is pretty much picture perfect, with the emphasize on the picture part. A couple million followers on Instagram and twitter, most pictures are of myself posing with shiny expensive cars, in the studio or in front of my impressive staircase in a house that's way too big for one person. But it was all part of the picture perfect life. I was getting kind of used to playing the part of someone who people think they know, want to love and hate. I open my big mouth all too often to anyone who tries to put me down or gets too much in my personal space. In doing so, I've built up quite an impressive reputation and a collection of lawsuits from butt hurt paparazzi. I mean don't get me wrong, I have a life many people would be jealous of. If I want, I can have a different woman in my bed every week, I get invited to all these different celebrity parties and all the other advantages that come with being a famous singer are pretty good. But how do I feel? Underneath all these flashing lights, in my moment of ultimate fame, I found myself longing for a change.

Brittany POV

"Santana, how do you feel?" – The sound of the TV echoes through the room.

"My god, she looks miserable" – Quinn says as she sips from her drink. "Who wouldn't be though, with all the stories the press and media write about her all the time. But then again, she seems like such a bitch. I wouldn't be surprised if it was actually all true. She's so hot though."

I look up to see a beautiful tanned girl with a Grammy in her hand on the TV. Quinn was right, she had a very shallow and sad look behind her smile. I wonder why.

"I've never actually heard of her. What kind of stories are you talking about?" I say as I inch closer to the TV. I watch the Latina chatting away and I can't help but feel a little bit mesmerized by her beauty.

"Not surprised! You should really get social media, you're so behind." Quinn chuckled
"Apparently, she's a massive player and never nice to her fans. I heard once that she left fans waiting for hours in front of her hotel room and then she sneaked out the back door without even saying hi to them! Then there was also a story that she supposedly nearly dropped someone's baby because she didn't want to be on a picture..".

"Someone's baby? That can't be true." I say in shock.

''Who knows, all I know is that she doesn't seem to be a very nice person. Her voice is great though, love her music.

"I've never actually heard any of her songs." I kind of whisper as I'm getting distracted by the apparently famous singer on TV. There was something intriguing about her but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. How can someone who seems to have everything in the world, look so sad. "I kind of want to give her a hug. She looks like she needs one."

"Ha! She would probably push you away with some vicious words or bite your head off." Quinn laughs as she stands up from her chair. "I'm going to bed, I still need to pack for our road trip. What time are we leaving again tomorrow?"

I can't seem to concentrate on what Quinn was saying to me. My eyes are still fixated on Santana. I don't know why, but I feel connected to her somehow. Maybe because behind my smile there's sadness too. I have been going through some tough times lately, to say the least. Quinn offered to let me stay with her for a while, but first to get my mind off of things, we are renting an RV tomorrow to go on a road trip. Which I'm sure will help me forget everything... at least for now.

"Hey Britt?" I look up to see Quinn looking in confusion. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah sorry" I smile "Let's pick it up in the afternoon? I still need to go to work in the morning to sort a few things out."

Quinn smiles as she walks over to me. Before I can ask why, she wraps me up in a tight hug. "Everything will be okay Britt" She says. "We will have fun okay?"

I nod with a smile as I step back from the hug. Trying hard to keep the tears that are burning in the back of my eyes from flowing "Thank you, you're a great friend."

Santana POV

"Yes Kurt, I'm well aware. Don't worry, I'm not planning on driving off into the sunset and never returning. I just need a break okay, I just got back from tour and I just won a freaking Grammy. I'm exhausted, I just need to be on my own for a while and feel normal." I say as I see the Uber driver staring at me through his rearview mirror. I shoot him a stern look and he quickly looks away. "Eyes on the road dude."

"S-sorry Ms Lopez." He stutters and quickly looks the other way again. I roll my eyes and turn my attention back to the phone.
"Okay I understand, but why on earth are you going by yourself? Are you okay? Why are you on an uber when you have your own personal driver? And where are you even going?" Kurt says. I can hear the confusion in his voice, even through the phone.

To be honest, I don't really know myself where I'm going. All I know is that I need to get away from everything for a while. Figure out what I really want in life and find my passion again. See some sights, drive around, I don't really know what the hell you're supposed to do on a road trip. I've toured around the world and been to a lot of places, but only every saw the inside of the hotel rooms.

"Isn't that what normal people do, take an uber? Besides, who says I'm going by myself? I'm sure the paparazzi will be following me anyway. Might as well make use of them as personal security." I shrug. "Isn't the whole point of a road trip that you experience some epic adventures and meet some cool new people? I'm sick of the LA girls anyway."

"You actually have to be nice to people to make new friends." Kurt chuckles.

"I am nice! When I want to be. Besides, maybe I can taste some new..." I say but Kurt cuts me off before I can finish my sentence.

"Ooookay, don't need to hear the rest of that. Just be careful okay? Check in every once in a while, or I'm coming after you and joining you."

I crunch up my face by the thought of being stuck with Kurt in an RV for a few weeks and having to share the bed. "No way, I'm doing this by myself. Anyway I have to go, I'm here now." I say as I hang up the phone before he can give me more unwanted advice.

"We're here Ms Lopez." The uber driver says as he turns in his seat. "C-Can I get a picture with you before you go?" Ugh, this being normal thing is going to be a lot harder than I thought.

Brittany POV

"Yayyyy we're here!" I say excitedly as we get off the bus and walk into the RV rental park with our bags.

"I can't wait" Quinn smiles widely "Let's go inside to and pick up the keys. Let's get this show on the road!"

I feel the sun warming up my pale skin as I smile widely at Quinn. A slight breeze cooling it down just enough to make it the perfect temperature. It's been a long time since I had a holiday. Although I'm not sure if I ever had one. Whenever I did, we always stayed local. I'm so excited I'm finally going to experience the world out there and I couldn't think of a better person to do it with. Quinn and I have been saving a long time for this and it was the perfect time to do it, especially with everything that has been going on.

We walk inside the small little office on the almost empty terrain. I noticed that there was only one RV left and I felt myself getting even more excited as that's probably our one.
Suddenly I noticed a black wallet lying on the floor behind a woman who was talking angrily to the guy behind the window. I quickly bend down to grab the wallet to give it back to her, but as I stand back up, I can't help but take in the view of long tanned legs, in what seems to be very short sexy shorts.

"Don't you know who I am? I don't care that you double booked your last RV, I need one today and I'm not sharing! How much money do you want for it?" An angry voice shakes me out of my thoughts as I feel Quinn punching my side.

I look up at Quinn and see her face in shock. "Britt, that's Santana freakin Lopez! Oh my god.. what is she doing here?" She whispers to me.

I look up but all I see is the back of the woman's head. Although I finally seem to recognize the dark long hair in combination with the beautiful tanned skin from the TV the night before. It is her.. and I'm holding her wallet. Oh shit.

I awkwardly tap the smooth shoulder in front of me but I don't seem to get a response. I look at Quinn with panic written all over my face as she mouths to me to try again.

"Uhm excuse me" I say softly.

With the power of a tornado the angry singer turns around at me, "Can't you see I'm busy? I'm not doing any autographs today!" She says angrily and turns back around to scream some more at the terrified man in front of her.

Wow, I've never seen someone so intense. Quinn was actually right, she doesn't seem to be very nice to people.

"Excuse me" I say again with more confidence and a slight hint of fear.

"Was I not clear enough?" Santana says as she turns around at me again. "No selfies either."

"I'm not interested in a selfie or your autograph, I just found your wallet on the floor so I just wanted to give it back to you." I say slightly annoyed.

Her dark eyes look at me, almost scanning me, as she looks down at my hand that's holding her wallet. The hard look on her face softens immediately and an embarrassed small smile seems to replace it. She finally looks into my eyes and it feels like my heart just stopped right there and then. There is a depth in her dark eyes that I couldn't see on the TV yesterday and it is leaving me speechless. A sort of kindness, that I'm sure very few people ever see, shines through carefully. I felt myself starting to smile, despite being annoyed that she seemed so arrogant and mean a few moments before.

"I'm really sorry girls, it seems I have double booked the RV." The voice of the rental man shook both of us out of the awkward silent moment. "Ms Lopez here is very adamant to take the RV."

"Of course I am." Santana's softened face hardens again. "What are we going to do about this problem then?"

"Well these girls here seem to have booked the RV before you so it's really up to them." He says, with a hint of fear as Santana seemed ready to continue her storm of words.

Quinn, still in shock that she is standing in front of Santana Lopez, looks at me with an unsure look. The Latina turns to look at me the same way. Why is everyone looking at me to make this decision? Well, I'm definitely not letting anyone ruin my holiday, especially not just because someone is famous and intimidating. But then again, the memory of seeing the sadness in Santana's eyes last night reminded me of how much I felt like giving her a hug. Maybe she needs this just as much as I do. Maybe beneath all the hard exterior, there's a nice person?

I take a deep breath as I know what I'm about to say next will annoy Quinn and it can either go really well or terribly wrong.

"Santana, how do you feel about coming with me and my friend Quinn?"

Buckle up! It's going to be a wild ride… =)
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