Chapter Five
Love & Acceptance
A/N: Hey! I'm introducing a few new characters- you'll already be familiar with half of them from Glee haha. Also, some Quinntana explains Santana coming out in a flashback, along with some of her and Quinn's past. Read On!
Author's POV
-Flashback Commence, 6 years ago-
"Hey, Quinn," Santana smiled as she walked up to her blonde best "friend" at their lockers. "San, hey," Quinn turned to Santana. "Can we- uhm, talk?" Quinn said nervously. She closed her locker after grabbing her textbooks,Santana raising an eyebrow curiously, "Uh yeah. What's up?"
"Maybe in private. Later," Quinn chickened out and walked away quickly. "Bye?"
Santana closed her locker and walked to class, wondering what Quinn was so worried about. She was the second HBIC, after Santana of course, and although she was gay and that was something to be made fun of at McKinley High, Quinn didn't let anyone push her around. And even if she did, Santana would go all Lima Heights on whoever did. Nobody messed with her best friends. Especially not Quinn. She was also co-captain of the Cheerios with Santana, so that made for something.
A few periods later, Santana was finally out of her last class, and she anxiously rushed out. She was glad to be out of Math, but she was also curious about Quinn had to say. She had never seen the blonde so filled with anxiety.
Santana"s phone beeped and she pulled it out of her jeans pocket.
Q- Hey- meet me in the auditorium in 5?
S- Of course.
Q- :)
S- :)
Santana smiled and took her time- she didn't want to seem desperate or anything. Why does it even matter if I show up early? Santana thought. We're best friends.
Santana walked quickly to the auditorium, spitting insults at nearly everyone she passed, except for a hot girl and a few guys who were pretty cool. As in they didn't indulge in objectifying the girls at the school. But she was pretty sure 4 out if the 8 or them were gay. So what?
Santana pulled a stool onto the stage, sitting down. She waited for a few minutes. "You're late, Fabgay," she said as Quinn entered the gym, pulling off her jean jacket. "Sorry, San," she apologized, grabbing a stool from the pile ps well.
Santana smiled and scooted her stool closer to Quinn's, noticing the way Quinn clammed up when as she laid her jean jacket across her lap. "It's okay Everything alright?" Santana questioned, ready to get her answer.
"For a while now," Quinn started, urging herself to continue, "I've felt something different whenever I'm around you. Not the way I usually do, in a best friend way, but it's something weird and really nothing I've felt before." Quinn said.
Santana stayed quiet. "You don't have to respond," Quinn said quickly. "But invited the Glee Club here to help sing to you- because we both know they're killer at backup, especially for me," Quinn winked and Santana giggled slightly.
Quinn raised an eyebrow as half of their Glee Club, with a lot of their friends, filed into the auditorium in dark blue jeans and white button downs, the band already set up. How did Santana not notice that?
Quinn took a deep breath, the Glee Club singing the opening "ooh"'s to Shawn Mendes' When You're Ready.
"Think I had too many drinks/But that's just what I needed/I hope that you don't think that what I'm saying sounds conceited/But I look across the room/And you're staring right back at me"
Santana lowered her eyes when Quinn sung that sort, but ended up looking back up and smiling a little bit when she saw the small smile on Quinn's face, knowing the familiar quirk in her lips that would show everytime Santana would get shy.
"Like somebody told the joke/And we're the only ones laughing/Don't know why I try/Cause ain't nobody like you/Familiar disappointment every single time I do/Every single night/My arms are not around you/My mind's still wrapped around you"
Quinn blushed a little bit- this was the part of the song that was always so true for her. Ever since she realized she had feelings for Santana, she had thought about the same brown-eyed girl every night before bed. It didn't help when they had sleep overs either and Santana would fall asleep cuddling Quinn after begging to watch a movie and falling asleep five minutes in.
"Baby/Anytime you're ready/I'm waiting/Baby/Tell me when you're ready/I'm waiting/Even 10 years from if you haven't found/Somebody/I promise I'll be around/Baby/Tell me when you're ready/I'm Waitin'."
Quinn gulped, looking at the fairway expression on Santana's face. But in reality, while the Glee Club and band were walking out after singing their oohs and aahs, Santana was thinking about kissing Quinn. So that's what she did.
She stood up and walked over to her, even though the distance was about a foot, and set her hands on Quinn's cheeks. "What are you doing?" Quinn asked. "You really like ruining the moment, Fabray," Santana and griinned, before connecting their lips in a kiss, Quinn wrapping her arms around Santana's waist and pulling her down slightly.
"Woah," Quinn said a few seconds later. The kiss had felt so familiar, like their lips had been made for eachother. "What else did you expect when kissing the Santana Lopez?" Santana joked. "Nothing short of perfect," Quinn smiled.
"How long have you felt this way?"
"Nearly three months now."
"Sheesh."
"Yeah, try hiding that from your best friend."
"I don't think I would."
"So what do you think you are?"
Santana raised an eyebrow once again. "What do you mean? Like in terms of sexuality?" Quinn nodded. "Sorry, you don't have to answer that, you literally just kissed me. I don't expect you to know yet," she apologized.
"No, it's all good, since I've been feeling something like this for quite awhile now. I'm just drawn to you." Santana blushed and looked down, sitting down on Quinn's lap and managing to wrap her legs under the stool in the position she was in.
"Really now?" Quinn grinned, knowing she had Santana exactly where she wanted her. "Really," Santana shook her head and hid a smile.
"Well why don't you draw yourself back to me," Quinn said, smiling as Santana did exactly that.
-Seperate part of Flashback, 3 months later-
"Mami? Papi?" Santana called out as she entered her house, setting her bag down on the floor and pausing Melissa Etheridge's "Come To My Window" on her phone.
"En la cocina, mi amor," Santana's dad, Émilio, replied. Santana made her way to the kitchen, where her mother and father were standing, looking for tape in the drawers. "Ven, siéntate, necesito hablar contigo." Santana gestured to the dining room through the kitchen entryway, urging her parents to go sit at the large dining room table. "Jaime, Alicia, get your lazy asses down here."
Santana was the middle child of the Lopez family tree, with Alicia, her sister, being two years older than her and taking a break from university currently, and her brother, Jaime, being a year younger, at age 16.
"What, Santana?" Alicia rolled her eyes as she came downstairs, Jaime close behind, texting. "Come, it's serious."
The entire Lopez family sat around the table, waiting for Santana to say something. She was now sitting at the head of the table, contemplating on wether or not telling her family would be a good idea. It's now or never, she thought, shaking her head. She preferred never.
"I have something to tell you guys," she gulped. "Go ahead, mi amor," Santana's mother, Clarisa, said, urging her daughter to say it, smiling. She already half knew about Santana and Quinn, after all, she had seen them making out while driving to work one day.
"I'm bisexual," Santana stated nervously. The room went silent. "Well, that just means I have to worry less about you getting pregnant as a teen," Émilio lightened. "You owe me twenty bucks, Jaime!"
"What?! No fair!" Jaime yelled at Alicia. "Children, be quiet." Clarisa turned to Santana, who was glaring at Jaime and Alicia."What does that mean?" She asked Santana, not very familiar with terms other than gay and straight. "Its It's literally in the title, mom. Bisexual means she likes both girls and boys," Alicia replied replied faster than Santana could.
"She's right. Also, you guys were betting on me?" Santana scolded, turning back to Jaime and Alicia. "Yeah- you owe me twenty bucks!"
"No fair! You're girls- you know about this stuff- I'm not paying you twen-" Jaime didn't get the chance to finish. "Upstairs, both of you, right now." Émilio warned, and his other two kids shuffled up the stairs quickly.
Santana stayed quiet. "Is this really how you feel, mija?" Émilio asked, grabbing his daughters hand and cupping it between his own. "Sí," Santana said, looking down at her free hand. She had come to the conclusion that she was bisexual after having that crush on Quinn, but also feeling the same way for boys.
"Then we accept you," Clarisa smiled. Santana lit up like a Christmas tree, looking between her mom and dad's faces for any doubt. All she found was love. "Thank you," Santana said, saying it over and over again to no one in particular. Both Émilio and Clarisa stood up and hugged their daughter tightly. "You're gonna have to tell Abuela, you know," Clarisa said, breaking the moment.
Santana wiped her tears and sniffled. "I know."
-Flashback End-
Quinn's POV
I was excited. More than that, I was happy- today we were shooting the pilot for "Rivalries", and I couldn't have more confidence that it'd be a success. Brittany had written an amazing script with Finn and the rest of the writers, and it couldn't be better.
"Rachel, wake up," I said to the sleeping body that was laying on top of me. I shook her gently. "Babe, get up," i said softly, shaking her again and when that didn't work, I kissed her.
She reciprocated the kiss, which let me know she was awake, and I smiled and stood up. "C'mon, it's 5 am, we need to get ready for work," I pulled on my t-shirt and walked to my closet, where Rachel had some of her stuff stored. "Do we have to go? I mean, they can manage without us," Rachel said, her voice raspy.
"Yes, we do," I said as I leaned over and kissed her cheek, and then her lips, and then her neck, trying to get her up fully. "Fine, fine, but as long as we get to do more of that later." Rachel sat up.
"No doubt about it," I laughed. "Now c'mon!"
Brittany's POV
As I entered the warehouse alone, I was met by an unfamiliar voice. "I'm assuming you're Ms. Pierce?"
A tall blonde woman walked over to me, about two inches taller than I was, in black stilettos and dark blue jeans, a black dress shirt tucked inside. "That would be me. Who are you, may I ask?"
The woman grinned. "There was no point in saying "may I ask" if you asked the question anyways." I could already tell I was going to like this woman. "My name's Holly Holliday, and I'm one of the director's and the production analyst of this show. I'm not surprised Santana or Puck haven't mentioned me yet, they usually forget about me until I fly in from Paris to come kick their asses."
I quirked up an eyebrow but didn't say anything. "Brody here will help you with your Cheerios uniform, because we moved everything around as soon as Holly got here." Santana's voice came up behind me. I jumped, turning around to face her.
"Well, hello there," she said, smiling a bit. "C'mon, hurry up, nearly every one is here."
"Except for Rachel and Quinn, I'm assuming?" I asked. Santana chuckled and looped her arm in mine. "Yes, Fabgay and Berry aren't here. But you are, which means you need to get ready." She led me to a dressing room and Brody followed us, carrying my red and white and black Cheerios uniform.
He was tall and tanned, with close cropped dark brown hair and eyes that were as blue as the sea. He had on a black muscle shirt, matching with the rest of the crew, but the right form made his muscles stand out. Even to me he was hot.
I went into the dressing room and grabbed the clothes, but was about to ask Brody something personal when Santana leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, I got compression shorts for you." I nodded gratefully and went back inside, changing into the outfit.
Santana was waiting, and she turned around to face me. "My turn," she grins and Brody hands her a similiar cheerleader outfit to mine.
As she walked out if the dressing room a minute later, my breath hitched in my throat. Actually, I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing at all. She had tied tried her hair up, and she smiled at me, but my eyes were stuck on how the skirt and shirt hugged her curves.
"Britt?" She said, whirling an eyebrow and the side of her lip in a side smirk. "Yep?" I said. "We need to go shoot some scenes, and since most of our sciences are together, let's run lines again. Deal? Deal." She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dressing room
"You are dismissed, Brody," she said, and Brody walked away to tell Holly that'd we'd be rehearsing.
But that wasn't exactly what we did. As soon as we got into the room she locked the door. "What are you-" I was interrupted by Santana grabbing my waist gently and tugging me to her, crashing her lips onto mine. I let myself fall into the kiss, cupping her cheek with one hand and setting the other one onto her lower stomach and to the left.
"Why did Brody have to make these outfits so revealing?" She said against my lips, panting quietly before we resend kissing, our lips moving in sync as I pulled her back against the wall, switching our positions so she was backed up against the wall. "I have no idea, but I think I like what I see," I said, pulling away from her lips and trailing my lips down to her neck.
"Fuck- you know we're not supposed to be doing this, right?" She said as I slid my hand underneath her shirt, tracing patterns over her abs. "Well," I said as I softly kissed her jawline, "I'm not the one who decided to kiss me, Ms. Don't Serenade Me Again." She laughed breathily, pulling my head up and kissing me again.
A few minutes later, with her hands in my hair and my hands roaming all over her body, her hips starting to gyrate against mine, I had to pull back, very reluctantly. "As much as I'd like to continue this," I said, but she finished for me- "We need to go get our hair and makeup done."
"Exactly. But I mean.." I checked my watch. 6:05 am. "We still have a few minutes," I grinned as I leaned back in, kissing her passionately.
There was a loud knock at the door. "Santana? Brittany? Holly said you'd guys would be in here-" Santana and I tore apart, and I wiped her lipstick of my neck sloppily with the neck of my hand while she grabbed one of the scripts in the dressing room and opened it quickly to the fourth page of dialogue, where she hopefully had a line.
I unlocked the door, and the same guy that walked into the room on that first day came in, but this the wearing dark grey skinny jeans and a floral but dark dress shirt, tucked into the jeans and unbuttoned three buttons too many. For some reason, I couldn't remember his name.
Santana dropped the script, running across the room to him and jumping up onto him, wrapping him up in a hug and wrapping her toned legs around him and hanging on. He quickly draped his arms around her, trying to keep her up and hugging her back, spinning her around.
"Mike! You're back!"
"Of course I'm back, San, we're kinda shooting the pilot today. You need your star."
"Stop being so cocky, M." She jumped down from around him and gave him a proper hug. She then turned to face me, leaning the back of her head on Mike's shoulder.
"Britt, this is Mike, we were supposed to be working with him on choreo," she said, shooting Mike a pointed look, and he raised the hand that wasn't still hanging on Santana's waist defensively, "but he went to San Francisco for some weird acting job."
"I was guest starring on Senior Year as that dance teacher, Santana, don't judge me." He grinned at her and then extended his hand to me.
"Mike Chang, Asian dancer and actor. Santana here and I have been best friends for years, she's kinda like my Monica in Friends."
"Care to explain?"
"Friends for years, lost touch, and then when I needed it, she got me back on my feet."
Saantana smiled and leaned into Mike, smirking. "That'd make you Rachel, Mike."
"I certainly act like her."
They laughed and I smiled at Santana. "Well, we need to go shootz that why Holly decided to push me in here. What were you guys doing anyways?"
Santana didn't even give me the time to blush. "We were, uh, practicing, right, Britt?" She looked at me.
"Oh, yeah definitely," I said. "Let's go." I walked out of the room, Santana muttering something about Mike's buttons. "Does everyone know their positions?" Puck yelled, and I finally registered that he was here. Holly was stationed beside him, writing on a clipboard.
"For a director, even he's bossy," Santana said. "Haven't you worked with him for forever?" I laughed, turning to her. She cocked her head to the side, and I breathed deeply, looking at the way the bright lights for the set reflected of her eyes and jawline.
"I wouldn't say forever," she smiled, looking at her husband. Her husband. I shook my head and turned my head away from her, and she finally looked back at me. "Britt?" She said, urging me to turn to her. I did.
She crossed her arms tightly under her chest, smiling a little bit. "Are you okay?" I nodded. "I'm fine," I smiled. She could clearly tell I was not, because she uncrossed her arms and encased me in a warm hug.
"It's okay," she whispered in my ear. I pulled back slowly, knowing that people would be staring at us.
"You two." Hollys voice interrupted my thoughts. "You're playing Isabella Cruz, right, Santana?" She nodded. "What about you?"
"Oh, I'm playing Kayla Monteith. She's a bit in the minor side," I said. I didn't mind having a small character; I needed more time to write the script, and I could memorize it better that way.
"You're playing Blake Avery now."
"What?"
"She's Isabella's love interest, right? Played by that girl, Blaine's sisters Angela Anderson? Yeah, you guys are switching roles."
"What if I don't have the script memorized?"
"I'm sure you do, because since you're in all the scenes that Blake Is in, you should have it memorized. And you wrote the goddamn script."
"I don't understand why this is happening, though," I said, stepping up to her. She turned to me, smiling a bit. I raised my eyebrow again, wondering what her explanation was. "You both clearly have a lot of chemistry, just by that hug," she said, stepping forward so her mouth was just by my ear, lowering her voice so no one but us could hear.
"And that little bit of lipstick on your neck says alot." My eyes widened and i froze. She laughed a little bit and stepped back once again, "I'm joking, sweetie, but it'll work. Trust me."
"It will, Britt," Santana moved beside me. "Holly has directed like, a thousand of these things, trust me." She knew I couldn't say no to that, and so I sighed.
"Let's get this show on the road, then."
Holly grinned.
"I thought you'd never ask."
-Flashback Resumes-
Author's POV
"Abuela? Can I talk to you?"
"Whatever you need."
Santana was incredibly nervous. Currently, she was sitting at her grandmother's living room table, across from the woman she strives to be perfect for. She was nervous because today was the day that she decided to tell her Abuela about her sexuality.
Her Abuela was a very religious woman, going to church every Sunday and praying every night before she went to sleep. All Santana could pray for was that her grandmother would understand.
"Before I go on, I want you to promise me to stay quiet until I'm finished."
"Sí."
Santana breathed in deeply. This is it.
"For a long time now, I've been known something. And k really want to share it with you. I've been feeling... Different, I guess. Towards girls. And I've realized that, the only I'm only supposed to like boys in, is the way I feel about girls- and boys. And I really wanted to tell you this because I love you, and since I was a kid, whenever I found out something new about myself or about the world, I would always come to you and tell you. And it's because I love you so much."
Santana crossed her hands in her lap as she stared at her Abuela. As long as she could remember, her grandmother had always been smiling and laughing. But now, she looked cold.
"Leave."
"Excuse me?*
"I don't want to see you again, Santana."
"I'm looking for your love and acceptance here, Abuela, and as far as I've known until now, I've always had it."
"Not anymore."
Santana froze. She never thought this would happen. Her grandmother was also so understanding, and thw worst she thought could happen was that her Abuela would need some time to understand. Santana stood from the table.
"So be it," she said, her voice breaking as she rushed towards the front door, trying to make it out without being seen crying.
She got into her car, hitting the glove compartment, hard. She was glad it was leather, because god, that hurt. Santana let the tears roll down her face as she started up her car, backing out of the driveway and starting the road to her girlfriends house.
She turned on the radio, hoping for something happy, but all that came on was "Bad Day" by Daniel Powter. She frowned but let it play, attempting to wipe the tears from her face and to look normal in front of Quinn. She parked her car in the driveway, knowing her girlfriend was the only one home.
She got out and knocked on the door. Quinn immediately answered it, as if she had been waiting for her girlfriend since the moment she had left.
"How'd it go?" She asked anxiously as Santana stepped inside and closed the door behind her.
"S-she k-" Santana didn't make it much further than that, as she started sobbing quietly into her hands. Quinn lurched forward and bundled up Santana in her arms, whispering quiet, comforting things.
Quinn lifted Santana into her arms, carrying her up to her room and laying her down on the bed, where she laid sideways and buried her body in the dark covers. Quinn laid down beside her, sliding her arm underneath her girlfriends body and resting the other one on her back, pulling her close.
Santana clumped up pieces of Quinn's shirt, clutching at them with her hands. "It's not fair," Santana sobbed into her girlfriends chest. "It's okay," Quinn soothed. "It's gonna be okay."
Quinn brushed her lips over Santana's forehead. She quirked the end of her lips downwards in a frown, she hated seeing her girlfriend like this. Sad, tired, vulnerable. She never wanted to see her hurt. "I swear, I'm gonna kill whoever made you feel this way." Quinn threatened. "You can't kill an old lady, Q." Santana smiled a little bit.
Quinn settled her hand in Santana's hair, behind her ear, and shook her head. "I don't want to see you like this, ever," Quinn said, Santana looping her arms around Quinn's waist."it's not right. I don't need to see my baby like this."
Santana gently kissed Quinn's lips. She knew how protective her girlfriend got, and she never liked seeing Santana sad. She'd fuck up whoever made her upset.
"I'm sorry, I'm making this about me, babe. I'm here for you."
"That's all I need."
-Flashback End-
Brittany's POV
I stood back, watching as Quinn and Santana performed their magic. She was a very good actress, I'll admit, but Santana was doing amazing too. The perfectly timed eyerolls, the snarky remarks, even the way she stood at the locker. They were perfect scene partners. I mean, they were best friends.
The scene was Isabella and Becca were standing by the lockers. They're staring at- well, Becca's staring at Darren Grey. He's talking with his brother and few friends, when Mike's character, James, walks into the school alongside that stupid Johnathan St. James guy.
I had no problems with him, it's just that he didn't give me a good vibe. Anyways, his character, Jessie Richards, is the main antagonist here. He creates a riff between the friendship between Isabella and Becca, causes half the Cheerios to get kicked off the team, and many, many more things that'll just spoil the show.
He walks up to the girls, speaking to them in a quiet voice. One of the camera's gets a little too close, but he keeps going, the mic coming down closer to him. He gets very close to Isabella's face, and this is where Blake is supposed to come huffing in.
I prepare myself as I march into his view, remembering from the script I wrote I was supposed to be in front of Santana.
"Give the lady some space, man." I said. Blake was supposed to be your classic angsty teen, and she was only in the Cheerios because Isabella and Becca were.
"Jessie" grinned, putting his hands up defensively. Santana grabbed my upper arm, and at this point I was supposed to look at her like I was in love. Which wasn't every hard, considering it was true. "Hey, Blake, it's okay. He's just here to tell us about some glee club or the other."
"Gonna take the flyer?" Mike said. He handed me one, then Quinn, then Santana.
"You have the style of a gay Justin Bieber," Santana said, narrowing her eyes at Mike. He looked shocked. "That's not very nice."
"Yeah, well she's not very nice. We'll be there," Quinn said, scanning over the flyer.
Just then, that Kitty girl came up beside me, clearly checking out Mike. "How did you guys even get in here?" She asked. From what I recall, she palyed Daniella.
"My girlfriend goes here. She- fuck, what's my line?" Mike turned to Puck and Holly, show were sitting in the directors director's chairs. Puck grinned. He had the exact script in his hand. Someone passed it to Mike and he read the rest of the banter.
The rest of the shooting of those next few scenes went off without a hitch. A few times, Santana would say some crazy insult and I'd scoff but high five her, and while our hands fell, they would brush against each other. I had to keep clearing my throat, which got some weird looks, but no one really acknowledged it.
"Everyone gather around," Holly said. The hallway was getting a little cramped, considering the fact that there wasn't much space in it, but Holly continued to speak for a while. All I gathered was that the dancers would need to stay a little later.
The episode was nearly halfway done, but we still needed to film all the singing scenes and edit them in for that half. It was around lunch now, and I looked for Rachel amongst the million people that were there. "Rach!"
I pushed through the crowd and saw she was with Quinn at one of the sandwich tables. Quinn was wiping some mustard off Rachel's lower lip, and it was a little too PG-13.
Rachel turned to me as soon as she saw me. "Brittany, hey, you know Quinn." I smiled and rolled my eyes. "I literally just shot seven scenes with her. So did you."
"Well- I mean-"
"Can we just talk? I have something to ask you about."
"Yeah, of course." I could hear the nervous feel in her voice.
I pulled her aside, near the auditorium floor, where there were a few people who were dancing, with a little bit of music.. I ignored them, turning to Rachel. "Pretty weird that Holly put you and Santana together, huh? You guys really do have a lot of chemistry," she said.
"Soft spot, Rach, soft spot. Now, what's going on with you and that Quinn chick?"
"Nothing is going on- were just really good frien- fuck, even I can't keep this up. We're dating," she said, anxiously waiting my reply. I smiled.
"Rachel, that's great! Why didn't you tell me?" I questioned. Rachel sighed and turned away from me, looking at the stage. "It's just- I don't know if you would accept me or not."
I widened my eyes, slightly shocked as I pulled her into a hug, her being so short that she barely made it up to my shoulder.
"That's crazy! I'm literally gay, Rachel, and there are some other aspects about me that aren't so normal. You're my best friend and I love you. Of course I accept you."
Rachel pulled away and smiled. "I love you too. Thanks, Britt." She reached up and kissed my cheek and I grinned, patting her head. "Now, I'm gonna go eat with my girlfriend," she grinned before slipping away to Quinn, so proud of being able to admit it.
I looked at the auditorium stage, smiling until I saw that Santana and Puck were dancing. I ran up onto it, not caring that I hadn't eaten yet. I turned to the guy who was playing the music with his band, the reason they were here was because of the auditions.
"Gonna dance?" Puck smirked, looking at me. "You've seen my moves, Puck, you know I dance better than nearly everyone in this room. I winked at Santana, whose face flushed as she stopped dancing with her husband. "So, show us what you got, Pierce, if you're that good of a dancer."
"I'm just as good as a singer," I boasted, turning to the band again and whispering to the head of the band, the song I wanted, although the I wasn't quite sure if the song would sound good in this version.
I tapped my foot to the beat, awaiting my queue as I pointed my finger at Mike, ushering him over from where he was across the stage. I smiled as the queue in the music came.
"Somebody said you got a new friend/Does she love you better than I can?"/There's a big black sky over my town/I know where you're at/I bet she's around"
At the does she love you better part, I pulled Mike's body to me, hoping he knew were this was going. He clearly did, because he brought his head close to me, ghosting his lips over mine. We raised our heads, imagining the black sky. Then we broke apart, and I nodded, thinking the same thing as him as he turned his back to me, and I pretended to scan the room for someone.
"And yeah I know/It's stupid/But I've just gotta see it/For myself/I'm in the corner/Watching you kiss her/And I'm right over here/Why can't you see me?"
I turned Mike back around, and he grabbed my waist gently, holding me up as I lifted one of my legs up into the air, the other one sliding dance on the auditorium floor. He quickly pulled me back up as I sang "I'm in the corner", and with that, he hoisted me onto his hip and we circled Santana and Puck, who looked pretty confused.
"And I'm giving it my all/But I'm not the girl you're taking home/I keep dancing on my own/I just wanna dance all night/I'm all messed up/I'm so out of line"
Mike set me down, and I pretended to fall forward, his hand stopping me by resting delicately on the middle of my abdomen. When I got out of his grasp, I starting dancing again, lifting my arm lazily into the air. He came up behind me, pressing my arm to the side of my body, before slipping his fingers beneath it and guiding it upwards, and I pushed back into him, his back curving underneath me slightly to make an arch before we came up again.
"Stilettos and broken bottles/I'm spinning around in circles/And I'm in the corner/Watching you kiss him/And I'm right over here/Why can't you see me?/ And I'm giving it my all/But I'm not the girl you're taking home/I keep dancing on my own"
Pretending to fall, I lifted Mike by his shoulders, and he quickly got up, as if nothing had happened, and he lifted me again, and this time I wrapped my legs around his waist and leaned back, his hand supporting me although I was only a few inches away from his chest. He spun around two times, and finally stopped, and I dropped to the floor, sliding between his legs, once again escaping his grasp and standing again.
"So far way/But still so near/The lights come on/The music dies/But you don't see me/Standing here/I just came to say goodbye"
I waited for the pause in the music before going to the exact place I wanted to be in. Standing in front of Santana, I brushed my fingers against her cheek, and then jawline, and then collarbone when I said the music dies, winking at Puck before Mike pulled me back again, to the middle of the stage, and we stood facing each other, mirroring eachothers movements as if we were direct reflections of ourselves, yet we looked different. His hand went in the same direction as mine as I lifted it into the air.
"I'm in the corner/Watching you kiss her/And I'm giving it my all/But I'm not the girl you're taking home/I keep dancing on my own."
In the second last phrase, Mike scooped me up with one arm, his strong hand on my thigh, as I wrapped the other one around his lower torso and the other one was held high in the air. He dipped me a little lower than usual and let me stay there for a few seconds, before turning his waist ever so slightly to the right before he swooped me up again into the air, and spin me one more time. I turned my head to the side, and Santana had the saddest expression on her face. So instead of hearing the loud cheers, all I saw was her clapping slowly and the small smile on her face. She understood what I meant by the song. But I wished she didn't.
A/N: Hello there :) This chapter was incredibly weird- I was writing this at 3 am and then early in the morning, and those are my worst times of day. Sorry if you don't understand anything here except for in the flashback, but just imagine an amazing dance scene between Mike and Britt. Thanks for reading!
P.S. The version of the song is Robyn's, not Calum Scott's cover. So it's the dance version. This also acts as a Part 1 to the next chapter.