"That is so not what happened, Noah." Quinn rolled her eyes playfully but it was easy to see she was slightly agitated by Puck's questionable memory. She offered up her version, "It was at the Memorial Day barbecue. Finn showed up with Rachel and we all knew something was up. He's right about that. But there wasn't any drama. No one saw them making out or anything. It was just obvious to anyone with eyes and half a brain that there was something more going on behind the scenes there."
"Well, I don't like it. I just feel like Finn is gonna wind up getting hurt." Santana took a sip of her drink.
"Dude, stop trying to cock block, Santana." Puck added, "Let Hudson get some ass. He's a grown man. If he gets hurt… he'll dust himself off and move on." He motioned to the bartender that's they'd needed another round of drinks. "Now can we stop talking about this nonsense and just have a good time? Please?" Puck put on his big puppy dog eyes.
"Ok. Ok, I'm letting it go." Santana promised.
Quinn didn't look very convinced.
"I really am. I have my own problems to worry about. You guys are right." The bartender placed the drinks in front of them. "Thanks Chachi." Santana winked. She looked at the time on her phone. Everyone would be arriving shortly. She drove in with Puck and Quinn so at least this time she wasn't waiting at the bar, early and alone. Just then she received a text from Rachel.
Hey we are parking the car now. The lot is full so we had to drive around to find street parking. - Rachel
Ok, we are waiting for you guys at the bar. - Santana
No VIP? - Rachel
At Moonstruck. - Santana
;) - Rachel
As Santana placed her phone down on the bar she noticed more of her friends had arrived. Mercedes and Kurt walked in arm in arm.
"Aretha! Porcelain!" Santana jumped up from her barstool to hug them both. "I'm so glad you guys could make it. Especially you Mercedes, I know how busy you've been lately."
"I will always make time for you, dear." She smiled and kissed Santana's cheek.
They all exchanged pleasantries and then Kurt said, "What's everyone drinking, I've got the next round."
"Shots!" Puck shouted pumping his fist in the air. Santana was already 3 drinks in and they had only arrived 30 minutes ago. She wanted to pace herself so that she was sure to enjoy her night. She shook her head in protest. "None for me thanks."
"What? Unacceptable." Puck grumbled. "You are taking a shot. This is your welcome home party, Lopez!" He nudged her shoulder, "Don't be lame."
"Yeah, come on Santana just do one shot," Kurt urged.
She looked at Quinn and Mercedes who were nodding in agreement. "I'll do one if you do." Quinn said with a smile.
She rolled her eyes in protest but gave in. "Alright. I'll do one. ONE," she emphasized her desire for this to be her single shot of the night.
An hour and 5 shots and 4 more drinks later and Santana could barely see straight. They were now seated in the VIP section at Moonstruck and both Santana and Mercedes were being treated like royalty. The music was pumping a steady beat, the room was dimly lit by soft yellow and purple lights. The section where they were seated was roped off and off to the side of the dance floor. The was a bouncer stationed at the bottom of the small three step staircase that led to their private section. There were white leather bench style lounge couches lining the room and there were black glass tables in front of each bench a few feet apart. On top of each table were vases filled with gold dipped roses. There were purple, gold, black and white balloons tied together in each corner and bouncing freely on the floor. Quinn and Rachel had come in earlier in the day to set everything up. She had drunkenly thanked them at least a dozen times for making sure everything was perfect and special. She caught Quinn's eye and smiled. Quinn smiled back and gave her a thumbs up. She wasn't exactly sure why but that sent her into a fit of laughter. Which, in turn, made Quinn crack up. And neither of them could stop. Santana laughed so hard she had tears treating down her face.
"Is my mascara running?" She turned to ask Kurt who was seated next to her.
"Oh, lord, Santana. Yes, it is." He grabbed a tissue off of the table and began wiping her cheeks. "Seriously when is it ever a good idea to wear non-waterproof mascara?"
"Um, I don't know. By the look on your face I'm assuming the answer is definitely not tonight? Maybe never?" She started giggling.
"Oh dear, you are so drunk."
"Aren't you?" She slurred.
"A bit, yes. Just not wasted like you are."
Santana looked around the room at her drunk friends. Rachel and Puck were playing air drums to the beat of the current song while Finn Quinn and Mercedes were all shouting at each other, with smiles on their faces, over the volume of the music. She leaned her head on Kurt's shoulder. "I think I may have met someone," she began softly to confide in Kurt.
"Omg Mercedes! I saw that!" Kurt said pointing and laughing. "Did you see that?" He asked Santana. She shook her head no. "Oh, it was hysterical."
She sat up and fixed her hair a bit. She had a far off look on her face.
"What did you say, Santana? I'm sorry I got distracted."
"Ya know, I don't remember." She smiled.
"Santana…" Kurt pressed the issue a bit.
"Porcelain…"
"Have it your way." Kurt said, giving up.
"I need another drink." She looked around the room, "Have you seen our waitress?"
Kurt shook his head. "No, but I need another too. I'll go get us some. I'll be back," he got up and made his way to the bar.
Santana took out her phone and before she could stop herself she sent a text.
"Santana! No phones.. Unless it's for pictures. We all agreed." Rachel walked over and tried to grab the phone from Santana's grasp. "And drunk texts to exes are never a good thing."
"Berry, chill out. I'm not texting my evil ex girlfriend." Rachel didn't seem to buy it so Santana turned her phone to Rachel's face and showed her the text.
I'm srunk at moonstruck in vip. Come coin me. I wnna mapke out. - Santana
Rachel read the text aloud and teases Santana for her drunk typos then asked, "Kitty? Who's kitty?"
"My booby call. I mean, booty call. But, I guess she's also a booby call." Santana made herself laugh. As did Rachel. They looked at each other and laughed.
"Santana just texted a booby call!" She shouted.
"Get it girl," Quinn replied.
Santana's phone vibrated in Rachel's hand. "Oh, I think she replied," she said handing the phone back to Santana.
I'll be there in 30 ;) - Kitty
Giv my nome at door. - Santana
Will they bring me 2 u? - Kitty
Wanky. - Santana
Kurt made his way back with their drinks and handing Santana a drink he said, "I told the bartender that we needed a few more bottles and that our waitress disappeared. She assured me we'd be taken care of."
Santana smiled and he nodded. She put her phone away and just then she heard one of her favorite songs come on. A club remix to Whiney Houston's I Wanna Dance With Somebody. She took a gulp of her drink then shouted, "I wanna dance! Who's with me?" To her surprise, and pleasure, all of her friends made a move to the dance floor. She was giddy with laughter and having the absolute best time ever. She was surrounded by all of the people she loved so much and as she looked around the at the group all dancing together and couldn't help but smile at the sight of everyone having such a good time. For a second she thought she saw Brittany dancing with a group of people just to the left of where her and her friends were dancing. She got excited for a moment but she quickly remembered Brittany had said she had plans that night and wouldn't be going out. She was just seeing things and that totally bummed her out. She grabbed a drink out of Puck's hand and finished it off then she her head hoping to erase the image of Brittany's face in her head. She didn't want to be all pouty tonight. She just wanted to have fun. She looked back at her friends and they were engulfed in the music and dancing their hearts out she couldn't help but smile.
"Hey stranger," she felt a pair of lips brush against her ear. She turned to see a blonde dancing close to her.
She forced her eyes to focus, "Brittany?" She asked. "Brittany!" She exclaimed as realized she wasn't hallucinating. She tried to downplay her excitement but she wasn't sure she was successful. Her heart was racing.
Brittany was wearing a tight royal blue top and very very tight dark skinny jeans and black pumps. The shirt clung to her body in all the right places and it made Santana's heart pound inside of her chest.
With a smile Brittany replied, "That's my name."
"What are you doing here?" Santana asked.
"You invited me, silly." Still moving to the beat of the song.
"No, I know. But you said you couldn't come. You had plans." Santana couldn't stop smiling.
"Well, I… my plans changed," she smiled. "Is that ok? I don't have your number so I couldn't call or text to make sure you still were cool with my friends and I crashing your night out."
Santana was beaming from ear to ear. "It is more than ok. You aren't crashing at all," Santana assured her. She was staring straight into Brittany's eyes. "You're so fucking beautiful." She smiled, drunkly. "Shit, why did I just say that. Quick… say something else," she said to herself in her head. "I'm mean, your earrings are so beautiful." "Nice save," Santana thought she covered it up completely.
Brittany blushed. "I'm not wearing any earrings tonight."
"Fuuuuuuuuck." Santana could feel her cheeks burning.
Brittany leaned in and spoke in Santana's ear, "You look really sexy right now." As she pulled away she brushed her lips against Santana's ear again. They locked eyes and stayed that way for a few moments. At this point Santana's friends had all started to notice the scene unfolding near them.
"Hi, I'm Rachel." She extended her hand to Brittany. Brittany shook her hand and introduced herself. She pointed to the group dancing behind her and said something in Rachel's ear. Rachel squeezed through the group dragging Quinn and Mercedes with her. They introduced themselves to Brittany's friends. Before long both groups were mixed and dancing together. Santana made sure the bouncer knew that the new groups would be joint theirs and he took note of their faces and nodded that he understood.
"I need to take a minute." She motioned to Finn that she was gonna go sit and he followed her.
"So…" he said with a smile. "She came."
"She did." Santana still had a goofy smile on her face.
"That's a good sign, right?"
"She's straight Finn. She brought her boyfriend" she said pointing to the tall blonde guy Brittany was dancing with.
"I don't think he is her boyfriend. I'm pretty sure that guy is gay. Didn't you see him and Kurt making googley eyes at each other?"
She shrugged, "I don't think he's gay. He's not pinging at all for me."
"What about Brittany?" He asked curiously.
"I can't get a good read on her. There have been a couple of moments where I think she's into me and then moments where I think it's all in my head."
"You should ask her out. Since when do you hesitate to go after what you want."
"Since…" she looked out on the dance floor and watched Brittany for a moment. Brittany wasn't putting much effort into dancing but it was clear, by the way she moved her body, she wan an amazing dancer. Santana felt butterflies rise up in her stomach at the sight of Brittany. Brittany caught her gaze and smiled playfully. She mouthed something to Santana but it wasn't clear what she had said. Santana just smiled and finished her thought to Finn. "Since… her." She looked back at Finn who was smiling sweetly at her. "What? Oh come on, wipe that dopey look off of your face!"
"You really like this girl."
"Shut up, Finn," she pushed his shoulder playfully. "I barely know her."
"But you'd like to know her." She chuckled.
"Ugh, you're so immature sometimes."
Finn kept teasing her and she kept insisting he was an idiot. She was so distracted by his incessant prodding she didn't notice Brittany approaching.
"Hey, you gonna come back and dance?" Brittany asked, pouring herself a drink. She put the bottle of Ciroc back into the the bucket of ice and sipped her drink.
"Yeah, absolutely. I just needed to take a break." Santana flashed Brittany a sweet smile.
Finn's eyes darted back and forth from one girl to the other. He sensed they would probably prefer to be left alone. "I'm gonna go find Rachel." He said, standing to his feet.
Neither girl acknowledged that he spoke, "Awesome," he said to himself sarcastically as he walked back out to the dance floor.
Brittany read the tequila label. "3-4-5? That's a weird name for tequila." She sat down next to Santana and turned her body to face her.
Santana was amused that Brittany read it in English. "Tres-Quatro-Cinco," Santana corrected her with a flirty smile. "It's my favorite tequila. This bar actually doesn't carry it but one of my friends insisted that we have it for my party so the manager made it happen."
"Wow, you must be a pretty big deal around here, huh?" She teased.
Santana wondered if Brittany really had no idea who she was. She wasn't about to ask, she didn't want to come off as pretentious. Instead she just smiled and said, "Well, to my friends I am. But then again isn't everyone?"
"Well, people that have friends, yes. But not everyone has friends. So, no. Not everyone. And probably not even everyone that has friends. Some people are just average and their friends know that they are just average but they are cool with it. They can just be average together. I think that happens more than people worshiping their friends."
Santana laughed,"who said anything about worship? I don't think they worship me. Although they probably should."
"They totally should. They'd be crazy not to. I just met you and I already think you are worthy of being worshipped."
"Is that so?" Santana inched closer to Brittany.
Brittany nodded without hesitation.
"I think I'd like it if you worshipped me." Santana's eyes moved to Brittany's lips.
Brittany's gaze moved to Santana's mouth. "I'd enjoy that as well."
"Wanky." Santana whispered still looking at Brittany's mouth.
Santana heard a vibrating sound and snapped out of her trance. She looked down at her phone but it wasn't lit up. She looked back at Brittany and realized it was Brittany that was getting a call.
"I'm sorry I have to take this. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere, ok?" She winked and walked out of the room.
"No. prob-problem." Santana was beginning to slur her words. The room was starting to spin, which annoyed her. She had to try to sober up. She grabbed a bottled water and chugged it. Then another. And another. "Crap. Now I have to pee." She wasn't going to leave the room though. She promised Brittany she'd be waiting for her.
Just then another blonde entered the VIP area. "Well, if it isn't Little Miss Drunky Pants," Kitty said sliding onto the bench next to Santana and kissing her on the cheek.
"Hey, Kitty." Santana smiled. "What are you doing here?"
"Um, you drunk texted me a little while ago inviting me to come hang out. You don't remember?"
She had completely forgot. Once she saw Brittany, that was all she could remember.
"I did forget, I'm not gonna lie. But that's just cos I am WASTED."
"It's ok, I forgive you." She smiled and placed a kiss on Santana's lips. She put her hand on Santana's knee and started gently rubbing from her knew to her mid thigh. "You can make it up to me later," she whispered in her ear.
Santana couldn't help but get turned on. Kitty was sexy. She was wearing a tight silver dress and black stilettos. She was a petite girl, but she had killer legs. Kitty began toying with Santana, gentle touches in all the right places. She kissed down Santana's neck and placed her hand on Santana's chest, sliding from one side to the other gently. Santana was at the point where she was so drunk, she just wanted to have sex. Her hormones were raging and she wasn't going to be able to resist much longer. It didn't help that Kitty looked phenomenal in her provacative dress. But for some reason, unbeknownst to Santana something was telling her this wasn't a good idea. She kept trying to shake the feeling away but it just kept coming back. With each kiss on her neck Santana felt herself losing the battle. Finally, not able to fight it anymore, she turned her head into Kitty's and pulled her in for a kiss. When she pulled away and opened her eyes she saw Brittany standing in shock in the entryway.
"I'm.. I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to interrupt." Brittany said awkwardly, dearly upset.
"Shit. Brittany." How could Santana have been so careless… So forgetful. She felt like an absolute asshole. Five minutes earlier she had been flirting with Brittany. And now Brittany had walked in on her making out with another girl. She pushed Kitty off of her and moved off the couch and started toward Brittany. "I can explain." Brittany turned and walked out of the room. Santana followed after her. "Brittany, wait!" She yelled as she pushed her way through the crowded dance floor in pursuit of Brittany. Brittany didn't stop or slow down. She was making a beeline for the exit. Santana hadn't noticed that her friends, and Brittany's friends were aware of what was going on and following after them.
Brittany pushed the doors to the outside open and started walking down the street. A few seconds later Santana was outside as well and called out to Brittany again. "Brittany, stop." Brittany turned around, not speaking. "I can explain. What you saw, it isn't wait you think."
"Santana, you have nothing to explain. It's none of my business."
Suddenly there were flashes of light and there was a rush of chia tic voices filling the air around them.
"Santana, over here!"
"Santana, is this your new girlfriend?"
Click. Flash. Flash. Flash.
"Trouble in paradise?"
Flash. Flash. Flash. Flash. Flash.
"How is Dani? Does she know you are dating?"
Click. Flash. Click.
"Are you guys still friends?"
Click. Flash. Flash. Flash.
They directed some questions at Brittany "What's your name?"
Flash. Flash. Flash.
Brittany stood in shock. She was slowly starting to piece everything together. She realized who Santana was now. How could she have been so stupid. She was so embarrassed.
"How long have you guys been dating?"
Flash. Flash. Click.
"W-what? We aren't dating." Brittany replied hesitantly.
"Santana did you cheat on Dani with her?"
Flash. Click.
"You have a thing for blondes, don't ya?"
Puck, Finn, and Mercedes came charging out. "Hey, fuck off you prick." Puck blasted the paparazzi.
"There's no story here. Move on." Finn added as Mercedes brought a few bouncers out with her.
"Mercedes, can you give us the scoop."
"Go to hell." Mercedes replied annoyed.
Flash. Flash. Flash.
The bouncers forced the paparazzi across the street. But that didn't stop them from filming, taking pictures and hurling question Santana and Brittany's way.
Santana walked over to Brittany. "Don't answer these assholes. Just don't say anything." She placed her arm around Brittany.
Brittany shrugged it off. She looked over toward Santana's friends. "Can one of you tell Mike and Sam that I want to leave."
"Sure, we'll go get them." The three of them went back inside the club.
"Brittany don't leave," Santana pleaded.
Just as Brittany was about to respond Kitty walked outside. "What's going on?" She asked.
"Go back inside, Kitty." Santana demanded.
"Excuse me?" Kitty did not like Santana's tone.
"Just go inside. I'm busy."
"You called me, honey. Not the other way around. So don't pretend otherwise." She said looking Brittany up and down before turning to go inside.
Brittany rolled her eyes. "Your girlfriend is very pretty." She observed.
"She's not my girlfriend, Brit. She's just a girl." She knew this was going to sound terrible but she wanted to be honest with Brittany. "She's just a girl that I… slept with a couple of times. She's my rebound."
"Santana, I don't want to know any of this seriously. You don't owe me an explanation. I don't want one. I just want to go home."
"Let me get you a car."
"NO, just leave me alone. Please."
"Brittany, I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for. We aren't friends, we are basically strangers. Let's just keep it that way."
"For being basically strangers you sure seem pretty upset about what you just walked in on…"
"Wow, are you really that self-involved that you assumed I was this upset over seeing you with another girl? I barely know you, Santana!"
Santana felt her cheeks burn. "I'm sorry, I just assumed-"
Brittany interrupted her. "That phone call I just got. It was from the veterinarian… my cat just died." Brittany couldn't fight back the tears any longer. They poured heavily out of her eyes and trickled down her cheeks.
Santana moved closer to Brittany stroking her arms. She moved to hug her saying, "I'm so sorry." Brittany resisted Santana's hug and gently pushed her away. Just then Mike and Sam exited the club. Brittany ran to Sam and wrapped her arms around him and whispered something in his ear. Mike asked Sam a question and Sam nodded. Mike placed his hand on Brittany's shoulder and with his other hand began rubbing her back. The valet pulled around a red Jeep and handed Sam the keys. Brittany pulled herself together before climbing into the passenger seat without a word to Santana. Mike and Sam both said goodbye to Santana and told her they had a great time. Santana just nodded and waved goodbye. They drove away and Santana was left outside alone. A few minutes later Rachel came out followed closely by Finn.
"You ok?" Rachel asked.
"No." Santana replied with tears in her eyes.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"No." Santana started sobbing and she wasn't entirely sure why.
"How about we call a car to come pick you up?"
"Ok." Santana nodded in agreement. She backed herself up into the brick exterior of the club and leaned against it. Finn moved next to her and put his arm around her shoulder. She rested her head against him and Rachel moved to the other side of her, grabbed her hand and held it tightly. None of them spoke another word.
Santana's ride arrived about 10 minutes later.
"Call me if you need anything, ok?" Rachel said softly.
Santana nodded and got into the car without a word.
When Santana woke, she noticed missed called from each of her friends. She had wished that last night was merely a dream but it was, indeed, reality. So that meant the paparazzi witnessed and thoroughly documented the entire encounter with Brittany.
Brittany.
She wished she could call or text her, reach out in some way to tell her she was sorry for her loss. She wanted badly to apologize for her behavior. But she didn't have her phone number. God, what an idiot she had been. Assuming Brittany was jealous over seeing her making out with Kitty. How silly of her. Poor Brittany just lost her cat. Such a difficult thing to deal with. If only she knew her address, she could send her some flowers. No address. She didn't even know Brittany's last name.
Santana's door bell rang. She did not want to get out of bed to answer it. She pulled a pillow over her face and hoped whoever it was would go away. No such luck. A few moments later the doorbell buzzed again. Santana threw the covers off of her body and climbed out of bed, grumbling all the way down the stairs and to the front door. "This better be important!" She said in a loud, annoyed tone.
"We coming baring coffee." Quinn said holding out a big cup of coffee.
"Lots of coffee. And muffins" added Mercedes with a smile.
Santana stepped to the side making room for them to enter "I guess you guys can come in then', she joked with a forced smile.
"It's ok Santana, you don't have to fake a smile with us." Quinn said sympathetically as she and Mercedes walked into the foyer.
Santana peeked out of her door and took notice of all the paparazzi outside. She let out a deep sigh. She closed the door, locking it behind her, and walked down the hallway to the living room where Mercedes and Quinn had gone. She grabbed a muffin off of the coffee table and Quinn handed her some coffee. "Thanks," she said in an almost whispered voice. "So did you guys have fun last night."
They both nodded but didn't say anything right away. After a few moments Quinn spoke, "So what's going on with you and that Brittany girl?"
"And who was the other girl? Kathy or something?" Mercedes asked.
Santana huffed, "Wow, what did you guys make it a whole 90 seconds before just diving right in for the gossip." She was clearly annoyed.
"Come on, Santana it's not like that." Mercedes tried to ease her tension.
"I mean, it kinda is," Quinn laughed.
"I don't wanna talk about it, honestly guys, can we just talk about something else."
"Sure. But, you're gonna have to tell us sooner or later." Mercedes said handing her phone to Santana.
Santana looked at Mercedes with a puzzled look.
"Look at it." Quinn urged.
Mercedes had the TMZ website pulled up. Santana was the first headline on the page. Santana Lopez and mystery blonde(s) have a lesbian quarrel outside of Moonstruck. Her eyes grew wide. Brittanys face was splashed all over the page. Then she saw it. A video. She had been expecting there to be pictures but not video.
She threw the phone down next to her on the couch. "Have you guys watched this video? Is there audio?" She asked in a panic.
"There's audio but it's hard to hear what you and Brittany are saying." Quinn assured her.
"Yeah, you can pretty much only hear the paparazzi guys yelling their questions and heckling you." Mercedes moved to the couch and sat next to Santana. "It could've been worse."
Santana's mind was going a thousand miles a minute. She had been dealing with the paparazzi for a few years now. She was a pro at handling them, generally speaking, but poor Brittany had never been in the public eye before. Santana felt terrible at exposing her to that short of harassment.
TMZ had posted a shorter edited version showcasing the "highlights" of the almost 20 minute ordeal. At the bottom of the article though there was a link to another video. The un-cut video showed everything from the second Santana walked out of the bar to the minute she was picked up by the car service. Luckily for her the audio was shoddy in both videos and once the paps were forced across the street you really couldn't hear anything and visually, at that point, it got worse too.
"I can't believe this. What was I thinking running after her like that. I knew they'd be out there, fucking vultures. I knew they would just be waiting for any crumb they could possibly pick up. And I gave them a whole fucking loaf of bread. I can't believe I was so stupid." Santana slouched back on the couch, she rubbed her hands fiercely over her face and let them covering her eyes for a few moments. "Poor Brittany."
"And what about Kathy?" Mercedes asked. "How does she fit in to all of this?"
"There is no Kathy!" Santana snapped. "Her fucking name is Kitty. Kitty! Ok?"
"Whoa, calm down, Santana." Quinn raised her voice.
"Look, you wanna know what happened? I ran into Brittany yesterday morning at Runyon when I was hiking with Finn. I invited her to come out with us, she said she had plans. I got wasted last night and I started feeling horny and very lonely so I texted Kitty telling her to come meet us out. I just was just looking to hook up. You guys know how I get when I've been drinking."
They nodded.
Santana continued,"So I texted Kitty. And then Brittany showed up. And we totally were hitting it off. We were flirting and just… it seemed like we were flirting anyway, maybe I was just flirting with her, I don't know. Anyway, we had a moment and then she went to take a call but said she'd be right back and that she wanted me to wait for her. I agreed and like literally as soon as she was out of my field of view Kitty showed up. I had forgotten I'd even texted her. I was so focused on Brittany. But then, Kitty was all over me. And I, ya know… being my drunk horny self I had forgotten about Brittany, and I just wanted to get laid. So we started making out and then the next thing I know Brittany is standing there and sees us. She is clearly upset, she runs away and I follow her. And the rest is pretty much covered by TMZ."
"Not just TMZ, by the way," Quinn said cringing in anticipation of Santana's reaction.
"Of course not." Santana said matter-of-factly. "You know what I mean, Fabray."
"Wait, so she's a lesbian?" Mercedes asked.
"Who, Kitty or Brittany?" Quinn asked.
"Brittany. Clearly Kitty is." Mercedes answered.
"I don't know if she is a lesbian or not." Santana huffed. She was now rubbing her temples.
"But you just said she got jealous." Quinn said with a confused look on her face.
"Sure sounds like jealously to me," Mercedes agreed.
Santana sighed heavily. "Remember I said she had gotten a call and excused herself?" they both nod, "well, it was her vet calling. Apparently, her cat had been sick and needed surgery, she had mentioned that when I ran into her at Runyon yesterday, but that call was to inform her that he passed away."
"Fuck," Quinn said sitting back in her seat.
"That's horrible," Mercedes said sympathetically.
"So, I had assumed she was upset because of what she walked in on and that's why I chased agter her. But she was upset about something else entirely that had nothing to do with me." She rubbed her eyes and began again,"So I wound up completely making a fool out of myself and embarrassing her for absolutely no reason at all."
"That's rough," Mercedes agreed.
"Yeah, I mean, had she actually been jealous or upset because of what she saw, at least there would be a reason for all the headlines and media drama. But, it all could have been avoided." Quinn added.
"Thanks a lot for that Fabray. What the hell is wrong with you? Are you trying to make me feel worse?"
"No, I just… I'm sorry, Santana. I just feel bad."
"What am I supposed to do? I wish I could call her to apologize and tell her I'm sorry about her cat. Or even just send her flowers or chocolates or something but I have no way of contacting her."
Mercedes shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you."
Quinn, "What we're her friends names?"
Santana shook her head, "Hell if I know, I have trouble remembering my own name when I am drunk."
"Sam and… what was the dancers name?" Mercedes wondered.
"Mark? Matt?" Quinn suggested.
"Mike!" Mercedes remembered.
"What else do you know about her?" She looked at Santana.
"I just know that she is a dancer. I'm sorry. That's really all I have to go on."
"I remember Sam saying Brittany and Mike worked at the same dance studio." She thought harder, "Oh! And that Mike had an audition for So You Think You Can Dance this afternoon!"Mercedes remembered proudly.
Quinn's mouth moved into a huge grin. "I know how we can get Brittany's number." She said with a smile.
"What are we just gonna stalk Mike, at his audition, and ask for Brittany's number?"Santana asked.
"Precisely." Quinn confirmed.
"I like the way you think, Fabray." Sanata smiled her first genuine smile of the day.
"Mercedes, call Kurt and see if he can get us a time for the auditions, please." Santana requested.
"No problem. Go shower. You still smell like tequila." She joked.
With that Santana ran upstairs to shower. She was suddenly hopeful that she would be able to make things right. She really wanted to be able to express how sorry she was about the way last night ended. She decided she wouldn't even bring up what Brittany walked in on since that clearly wasn't the problem. She just wanted to tell Brittany how bad she felt about her cat and she hoped they could be friends. If Santana was being honest with herself she knew that was for the best regardless. She was still not over Dani and wasn't ready for a relationship of any kind. She would have Kitty if she needed some late night lovin'. She would never want Brittany to be that for her. In the small amount of time she had spent with her, Santana knew Brittany was better than that and deserved more.
When Santana was showered and dressed she went back downstairs to a waiting Quinn.
"Wheres Mercedes?" Santana asked.
"She's picking up Kurt. He wasn't able to find out what time auditions were being held so we had to improvise. Thinking on his feet, he came up with the story that he had a client to who was interested."
"Ah, gotcha. But who-" her voice trailed off. "No." She pointed to Quinn and burst out into laughter. "Oh, Fabray… you can't be serious."
"The things I do for you, Santana. I really hope you appreciate this." She said with her brows furrowed. "Now, can I borrow some workout clothes? Maybe something a dancer might wear."
Santana erupted with even more laughter. "This is going to be fabulous."
Author's Notes:
I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. I hope that comes across when you guys are reading it. So far these last two chapters were my favorite to write. I am having a bit of trouble writing Brittany's character. I don't want to write her like season 4 Brittany with no brain, which I feel like a lot of writers do. I am trying to just make her appear extremely quirky, probably most like season 6 Brittany. I'm just not sure I'm quite getting it yet. Please bare with me :) Also, in the coming chapters Brittany will be a bigger part. But that doesn't mean her and Santana will be together. I really want this to me as realistic as possible. As always I apologize for my unfortunate typos. I try to correct them as they happen but I know I miss some. Sometimes my iPad just autocorrects and I don't notice. My laptop will be fixed soon, so I'm hoping that will help.
Please let me know what you think of this chapter, and the story so far. I welcome feedback. Just be nice :)
As always, thank you for sticking with me and my story. I appreciate each and every one of you.
- J Ambria