Chapter Two
Really? Country?
A/N: Thank you so much for clicking on this chapter! All mentions of the new tv show are directly related to Glee. It's really just a remake, but they name it something different and there are different plotlines, tying into the fanfiction. Also, all other characters that are not from Glee are mine. Just a note. Read On!
Brittany's POV
We were all sitting around the table. Puck was now presenting the new tv show we would be working on. Thanks to all of us and our previous connections in the movie world, it was an easy job to get. It was a about a group of teenagers who joined a showchoir outside of the school, but then their other friends find out and there's a whole bunch of drama.
I had no doubt in Puck and Santana, and I really thought that the show was gonna be good. This was a plot that had been tried many times but I felt that with the great team we had here we could really work on this andake it something special.
I had found out the names to the rest of the group, too. The girl who had short hair was named Sugar Motta, her dad was rich and owned one of the biggest modeling agencies in the world.
The guy who was tapping his fingers nervously was named Kurt Hummel, his dad owned one of the biggest car companies in the world. The girl in between them was named Mercedes Jones, and I recognized her from being Sam's finacée. She was a rising star and decided to get a gig in the film business to up her reputation. Her and I talked for a little bit, getting along pretty well. I mean, if my best friend is marrying her, then I should really get along with her.
The annoyed girl sitting in between Finn and Blaine Anderson, gel extradonaire, was Lauren Pizes, who had worked with Santana and Puck on other films and TV shows. She was one of their best assets.
"So, raise your hands for roles in the tv show again. I can't remember where I put my list," he said, emphazing the last word to make him sound like an old person.
"Alright, writers?" My hand, Finn's hand and Blaine's hand went up. "Good. Producers?" Kurt and Rachel's hands shot up. "Amazing, directors?" Mercedes hand, his hand and Santana's hand went up, and he chuckled at his wife. "I know your directing, babe," she blushed slightly. "Costume designers?" Blaine and Mercedes' hands went up. "Art director, Sebastian, Nick and Holt, Editors, Hailey, Ryder and Rory. And choreography, Mike, Jake and..." Puck continued mumbling to himself. "Babe, you're doing cherography, right?" Santana nodded.
"We need one more? You've gotta be a good dancer, though." My hand shot up into the air. A chance to show off one of my many talents and work closely, very closely, with Santana? I'll take that offer any day.
"Great, Ms. Pierce. Finally, actors and actresses?" More than half the people in the room raised their hands, including Rachel. Puck chuckled to himself as Santana laughed. "Don't worry, guys, you're all gonna get starring roles. But, first, we would like you to meet half of our cast. Get a better feel of them, get to know eachother, and writers, make sure to pay attention to this. We will be writing in many characters, so make sure to pay attention to personality." He winked at me, Blaine and Finn.
One by one, seven people filed into the room, Santana introducing them as they walked in. The first was tall, had short black hair that was combed to perfection. "This is Mike Chang, choreographer and star," she said. "Brittany, you and I will be working closely with him for choreography." I could hear the excited tone in her voice.
The next was a short girl with long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. "This is Kitty Wilde, one of the main characters in the show. Most of the plotlines will center around her."
After that, it was two twins, both male. "This is Mason and Marcus Winters, they'll be playing brothers on the show. Minor characters." Just then, the same blonde that Santana walked into the bar with appeared in the doorway. "Quinn Fabray, star and leader of the cheerleading group that will appear in the show." A smiling girl walked in after her, with long brown hair that had a slight ombre to it. "Marlee Rose, she'll be the girl who joins the showchoir first. And last but not least, Johnathan St. James."
A pretty tall guy with wavy brown hair slid in next to Marlee, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her head. I cringed, thinking about how wrong they looked together. "He will be playing the leader of the showchoir that everyone joins at a different highschool."
"Take this into thought," Santana said, walking around the table in slow circles, and I froze as she reached over my shoulder, her slight fingers hitting the smooth quartz. "There is a no hookups rule on set. No dating co-stars, unless you can keep it in your pants and keep your arguments to yourselves. Don't want another Solo fight happening on us."
I looked up at Santana as she moved, her fingers 'accidently' brushing my shoulder. She removed Johnathan's arm from Marlee's waist, visibly cringing as she regained her place beside Puck as he chuckled. "They are the exception because they were dating well before this show, and they are mature adults." She nodded her head.
I suppressed a grin. This woman could really be intimidating when she wanted to- I know from experience.
We spent the next few hours talking to the cast members. I got my shot with Kitty, Marlee, Marcus and Mike. Finn and I decided to write down a list of qualities for each person with Blaine, each of us interviewing at least three people, even if the other person already had. We showed eachother the lists at the end. Luck also said that we could name the characters;
Kitty Wilde as Daniella Eaton ( Sophomore )
-Quirky and Funny, sometimes rude, Straight
-Often emotional and insensitive
-Greet at sports, popular
-Secret singing talents
Marcus Winters as Joshua Grey ( Sophomore )
-Quarterback on the football team, Straight
-Stud; often sweet talks girls
-Obnoxious, self centered
-Has his good moments
Mason Winters as Darren Grey ( Sophomore )
-Opposite of his brother
-Smart, kind and caring, Bisexual
-Somehow dating Becca Rhodes
Quinn Fabray as Becca Rhodes ( Junior )
-Cheerleading coach
-Best friends with Isabella Cruz
-Fun, party girl, secretly cheating on Darren Grey- but with who?
-Incredibly popular
Santana Lopez as Isabella Cruz ( Junior )
-Will go all "Lima Heights" on your ass if pissed off
-Sarcastic and hilarious; has a hot demeanor about her, Lesbian ( ? )
-In love with [ Female Character ]
-Not open about her sexuality; only trusts Becca Rhodes, her best friend
"That's a wrap!" yelled Puck from across the room. Finn got up and so did the rest of the group. "Also, thank you to Brittany and Finn, who suggested the idea of having open LGBTQ+ representation on the show. Great job. We'll all meet up here tomorrow at nine o'clock sharp for an informal presentation. Awesome work today, see you tomorrow."
Everybody left, Finn passing me his card. "Call me later and we can iron out the details for the rest of the cast with Blaine. Maybe meet up at a bar," he grinned stupidly before rushing out with his messenger bag. I smiled a little. Great- I was already making friends. "Ready to go?" I heard Rachel's voice piped up behind me.
"Oh, yeah, yeah. Give me a second." I walked over to Puck and Santana. "Ms. Lopez, could I speak to you for a minute?" Santana nodded. "I'll be waiting in the car," Puck kissed Santana's cheek. "Bye, Brittany," Puck smiled politely at me, leaving the room.
I waited until I heard his heavy food steps enter the elevator. "So," I said. "So," she repeated. "I was wondering if you wanted to come to the bar with me and Finn? We're gonna talk about some details for the show, and I'd love if you could be there," while saying this, my fingers trailed to hers, which were laid flat out on the small projector that the laptop sat on.
"I would love to come," she said, smiling a little as she looked at my hand. "But it mind end up a little off track- with what happened last time and all," her fingers started dancing towards mine and I looked down as well at our hands, which were so close.
"Well, this time nothing will happen, alright?" I reassured her, grabbing her hand. "You better not sing again, because we have some amazing chemistry when you do."
I laughed lowly, staring into her deep brown eyes, which were still fixated on our now locked hands. "I bet you're a great singer."
Suddenly a dozen images flashed into my head. One of Santana sitting beside a girl who looked around five, with a light complexion like mine and dark brown hair like hers.
A picture of her on my chest, singing along to "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" quietly. Not in an upbeat tempo, but softly, slowly, beautifully.
Holding her hand as we watched a little girl okay in the park with another little boy, an older girl sitting on the park bench in front of us. "She's always on her phone," I heard Santana utter.
And the last one, which was amazing to me, was her, walking down the aisle towards me, hand in what I assumed was her father's arm. Flash forward a few seconds, and I hear her say "I Do", leaning forward and kissing me.
"I- I think I'm gonna faint," I said as I leaned back against the table that was behind us. "Woah, Britt, are you okay?" Santana grabbed my arm with her free one. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me." I smiled, that same jolt of electricity shooting through my arm as before when we first met.
"Are you sure?" She looked worried, but I ignored it. "Yes, thank you,* muttered. "Invite Puck if you'd like, I'll text you the details," I said running out of the office. What the hell was that? Really, Brittany, you've known the girl for five minutes and you're already picturing a life with her? Psychotic.
Sure, she's amazing, but she's also married and you also made her chest on her husband, who seems like he's the nicest guy on earth. That's hard to come by. I walked to the elevator, pressing the ground floor button and gasping as I got another look at what was behind the glass in the elevator. Respectfully, I was staring at Santana the entire way up.
The walls were made of plexiglass, and beyond the hard material you could see the entire New York City skyline. As it was late at night, the lights in the city shone and I was mesmerized as I watched a plane pass through the sky.
I leaned my head on the glass, my warm breathe making fog on the window as I let the air out. Today was hard enough with having to keep my eyes off Santana, how was tonight gonna go with her?
How was the rest of my life gonna go if I ended up working here forever?
"Really? Country?"
Sam nodded. We were currently all sitting around Rachel and I's dining room table, discussing the weeding details. Sam was gonna have our band perform at the wedding between him and Mercedes, since we were good friends and everything. He was practically a brother to me.
"Yep. It's gonna be good songs, though, don't worry. Also, Mercedes said she has a few friends that were also gonna come and sing, so you'll have your chances to dance with your plus ones." Sam winked at Rachel and I before standing up.
"We need to go to that bar that you were talking about, Britt. I'm curious to meet the people you've been talking about. And I wanna see Mercedes." Sam grinned.
We went downstairs and got into the taxi, and I thought about how I was really talking about all of our new co-workers, but I had been ranting on and on about Santana. Rachel had shot many "stop thinking about her" looks towards me, but I ignored her.
During the entire time I was wondering where all those.. it seemed like memories and flashbacks of Santana and those children. I was totally freaked out about it; where had all of it come from?
We arrived at the bar and I hopped out, paying the man despite many protests from Sam and Rachel. "Its fine, guys," I said as we entered the bar. My eyes widened a little bit, and Rachel gasped. Sam wore an expression between confused and shocked.
"Britt! Rach! Get over her!" I heard Finn's bright voice through the heavy electronic dance music. I look over to the right and, sure enough, halfway across the bar, Santana, Puck, Finn, Blaine, Mercedes, Kurt and Mike were all sitting at one giant table, three seats open.
"There's one next to Santana," I mumbled to myself as I rushed over to the seat open beside her. Sam went to the one in between Mercedes and Kurt, and Rachel sat down beside me. "Hey guys. Thanks for agreeing to do this Finn, because when I called you I wasn't very sure about everyone's situations or numbers."
Finn smiled easily, "Oh, don't worry about it Brittany," he waved his hand in the air. "I know this bar seems a little..." He gestured around with his other hand, which was holding a half full glass of whiskey, "Strange. But it's a really fun karaoke bar!" Finn's grin widened and I couldn't help but smile at his foolishness.
Santana spoke up, though, laughing, "Okay, Lumps the Clown, if it's a karaoke bar then why is there hardcore electro playing?" Just as Santana said that, though, a guy's voice with the room, everyone looking over to him. He started rapping "The Real Slim Shady" sloppily and terribly. Luckily, his friend pulled him off the stage and apologized multiple times.
"Oh! I'm doing karaoke! Mike, come on, I need your sweet, sweet dance moves," Blaine jumped up and smirked, Mike quickly following him. Kurt looked a little upset. "You okay?" I said to him. "Yeah, I'm fine, I just really like Blaine and now he's gonna go dance with Mike." Finn chuckled- "Oh, Mike's as straight as an arrow, you don't worry about him." I laughed a bit and Kurt smiled. I looked over at the stage at Blaine started singing the lyrics to Billie Jean by Micheal Jackson, not even looking at the screen for the lyrics. Mike was dancing amazingly, flowing along perfectly to each note, even falling back wards and quickly picking himself back up before he hit the floor, spinning as the entire bar clapped at Blaine and his amazing vocals and Mike's, as Blaine said, sweet moves on the stage slightly above the ground.
"We should sing something Rach," I said to Rachel as I got up once Blaine and Mike were done, earning a large round of applause from the crowd, who were estatic for another performance. I grabbed Rachel's hand and ran up to the band in the back, asking for the song I wanted. "No problem," the guy said, counting down as Rachel and I got into our places on the stage. He started playing his guitar as Rachel and I's voices spread throigh the bar at once, the flashbacks of Santana and I in my head the entire time.
"Can't count the years on one hand we've been together/I need the other one to hold you/Make you feel- Make you feel better/It's not a walk in the park to love eachother/But when our fingers interlock/ Can't deny, Can't deny."
I looked out to Santana as I said "You're worth it" smirking a little as I saw the bewildered look on her face. I looked to Rachel and she wore the same smug expression, but hers was directed at me, no doubt about that, and she decided to laugh before we sung the chorus together.
"'Cause after all this time/I'm still into you/I should be over all them butterflies/But I'm into you" I let the bar sing the backup "I'm into you". "And baby even on our worst nights/I'm into you/I'm into you/Let 'em wonder how we got this far/'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all."
Puck was staring at Santana, singing the lyrics to her, and she glanced his way a few times, but most of the time, her bright eyes were on me, and I fell silent as Rachel sung the bridge in the cut version. She crossed her bare legs, covered only by the long leather overcoat and dark red skirt she was wearing.
I finished off the last lyrics, my hand gripping the mic, so much sweat coating the black metal that it nearly slipped out of my hand. I gulped as the bar cheered, forcing a smile onto my face and looking away, my posture faltering. I got down from the stage and went back to the table, sitting down beside Santana once again as everyone congratulated Rachel and I on a great performance.
"You're really good, guys. Sam and 'Cedes said that you guys were in a band! That's sick!" Puck said over the chatter of the bar, laughing as he sipped his beer. Dude was already half-drunk. I suddenly felt guilty- the same band I had performed with to sleep with Santana. I quickly pushed all those thoughts out of my head and focused on the band.
"Oh yeah, you should come watch us sometime. But we will be playing at the wedding, so don't be surprised when you hear my killer vocals again," I boasted.
The rest of the night was filled with laughter, but most of all jokes from me. I loved the way Santana laughed, the way her brown eyes looked at me whenever I said something. I always found myself looking back at her, seeing if she would laugh at the stupid things I said.
Moret once, I stole a few glances at her and secret touches, like her reaching across the table to grab some fries, and I would coincidentally reach into the red barrel at the same time, our fingers usually ending up intertwined in mess. Whenever Puck went to the bathroom, My hand always slid to hers slightly, our little fingers touching or ending up laced, but always blocked out by the countless glasses and bins of food on our table, making it impossible for Rachel or Kurt to see it.
"Well, I think it's time for us to go," Santana said as Puck returned from the bathroom once again.I didn't miss the way that she squeezed my thigh as she got up, barely noticeable to anyone, let alone Puck. I looked at the tall man standing beside his wife, arm wrapped securely around her by this point and I remembered that Santana was married; and to my boss, who was also one of the nicest guys on earth. I shook away the feeling of guilt once again, focusing on controlling my breathing, the way Santana's hand felt on my thigh leaving a lingering feeling that I felt the night that we met.
"Really, so soon?" I tried, "Britt, it's 3 am, 4 am almost, and we have work tomorrow. I suggest all of you get going, I don't like when people are late." With that, Santana waltzed over to the bar doors, waiting for Puck to join her and say his farewells. Puck chuckled, "She'll warm up to the rest of you guys soon enough, don't worry." He patted Kurt's shoulder, as Kurt looked a little dejected that he didnt get much a chance to speak to Santana.
"See you guys tomorrow! You can only be late by an hour," he winked at all of us, especially Blaine, who was incredibly drunk, and with that, he walked away.
"Hey, you okay Britt?" Rachel put her small hand on my shoulder, willingly me to look at her, but I was frozen, staring at Santana as she waited for Puck while he said something to the bar tender, handing him some money.
Santana looked back at me, slightly smiling, before turning, setting her hand on the gold bar on the door and pushing.
Leaving me in a crowded room with all my friends, but somehow making me feel alone.
It was now the day of the wedding, and Tina, Joe and I were loading the back of the van with all our equipment while Rachel and Elliot made out over Barbra Streisand or something like that. "Hey, Britt, didn't you say that girl that you really like is gonna be at the wedding?" Tina nudged my shoulder.
I gulped- I totally forgot I had told them about my major crush on some secret girl. "Oh, uh, I don't know if she'll make it," I quickly tried to save, but Joe, unfortunately, was not buying my sad excuse for a reason why I was too chicken to go ask this mystery girl, who was really Santana, out on a date. I wasn't too chicken- I just didn't wanna get fucking beat up by Puck of all people. Dude's a giant!
"Haha, yeah right Brittany! She's gonna be there and you're gonna be drooling over her all night," Joe chuckled, punching my shoulder as we finished setting the drum set up inside the van. "Fuck you, Joe," I laughed. "C'mon, trucks all loaded up, let's get there as soon as we can." Tina and Joe nodded, going into the front seat while I stayed in the back, staring at my feet and straightening out my dark blue dress as I thought about Santana.
Throughout the last few weeks, we had been getting closer. Not as more than friends, we were talking a lot, and I was enjoying every second of it. I learnt about her favorite things, and how one of her guilty pleasures was "Wham!" and Take On Me. I also learnt that up until she was about 17, she was obsessed with DC and Marvel comics, and is still in love with superwoman to this day.
But one of the most important thing to me was that she could dance, and sing. We had gotten to the topic of songs and all of a sudden, she was just like "I really like dancing." We agreed to see eachother at the wedding and dance until our feet gave out- but I didn't think in advance how obivious it would be to everyone how infatuated with this girl I was when they saw my eyes on her for every second of the night.
We came to an abrupt halt as Joe parked the car at the back of the wedding hall. I got out, happy to see that some of the staff were already outside, waiting to help us bring in our equipment, and Rachel and Elliot were talking outside, but Rachel looked a little mad. I stepped out of the van and over to them. "Hey Britt, you ready?"
Rachel already knew all about my fatal condition for Santana- We had talked about it a lot, and she was helping me on getting over her. I pretended like it was working, always saying that I hadn't thought about her when we didn't see eachother at work much or refraining from innocent touches, but it wasn't working. Not at all.
"Ready as I'll ever be," I lied.
A/N: Kind've a filler chapter, but the next one will have a lot, so be prepared! Thanks for reading!