A/N: Wow, I didn't expect very many people to read my story. Thanks a bunch. I would love it if you gave me feedback and reviewed. I'm sorry if I don't make regular updates, but I will try to update as much as possible without sending my work down the drain.
I wish I could say that Glee was my awesome idea, but it wasn't.
Chapter 2.
"Hi, I'm Brittany."
I try to act as if everything is normal, but when she holds out her hand for a handshake, I can't bring myself to move. I must be looking at her like she is an alien, because she asks, "Are you alright?" I shake myself out of my trance and hold out my hand to grasp hers in a friendly handshake.
"Yeah, you just surprised me, that's all." She flashes me a smile.
"Well, are you going to tell me your name, or just leave me standing here feeling like an idiot whenever I have to refer to you by 'that girl' or get you attention by saying, 'hey you, the one who checked me out while I was dancing'?" I feel my face heat up at her comment, getting a little flustered in her presence.
"But I, I wasn't. I mean. No, I." She giggles softly at my stuttering, clearly noting my embarrassment. "I wasn't, um, checking you out. I was just watching. My name is Santana. Lopez. I guess I am going to be dancing with you for the next year or however long you want me."
"You guess? Well, if you're not completely sure, maybe it was all a dream." She looks completely serious, but the teasing sparkle in her eyes gives her away.
"No, I am definitely one of your dancers. I just hope I am good enough for you." She just shakes her head at my comment, looking at me as if I had just sprouted another head.
"Of course you are good enough. You wouldn't be here otherwise. And no buts, because we don't need our first conversation to be about you getting yourself down because you think you suck. Come on, let's head back so we can sit down a bit before everyone else gets here and this place starts to get crowded." Before I can reply, she walked out of the room and back down the hall where I came from. She takes a seat on one of the benches at the front of the building, near the doors, in what seems like a waiting area. "So, tell me about yourself Santana." I take a deep breath before opening up about my life.
"Well, I went to high school in Ohio, where I was sort of a popular girl, since I was also in the glee club. I guess people would say that I was a badass, and I know they called me a bitch behind my back, but truthfully, I was one most of the time, even to my friends. I moved here with my best friend Quinn, who also happened to be a cheerleader and a glee clubber as well. We were like the queen bees of that school. I've been going to dance class here ever since graduation."
"That's cool. I didn't peg you as a glee kind of girl, definitely expected the cheerleader thing though, but I disagree. You aren't a bitch. You actually seem quite nice." Before I lose my courage, I open my mouth up to speak again.
"Oh, I'm also a l-"
"I'm sorry, hold that thought. We can continue talking later. The other dancers are starting to arrive, and they can't think that I am picking favorites, now can they." She gives me a wink and a playful smile as she stands up to go and greet the other dancers who trickle in through the door, almost as if they had planned it. I sit there, staring into space as I think about what just happened. I just talked the Brittany freaking Pierce, my idol for the past three years. Not only can she sing, but she can really dance, almost as if she is an angel. That is what really got her famous, the singing was just a bonus. I see movement out of the corner of my eye, and look to see everyone going into the nearest room to begin the introductions to one another, since we are going to be working with one another for a while. I stand up, and follow them, still in a haze, and keep to myself mostly.
"Soooooooo. How was it?" I hear as I walk into our apartment after a long, yet unbelievably short introduction session. I pour myself a glass of apple juice and sit down on the couch, right in the middle. I take a deep breath and prepare myself for another Quinnterview.
"It was um, well it wasn't terrible. I got there early, and decided to take a look around to get comfortable and to pass the time." Quinn lets out a puff of air.
"Well, I need more details. I like knowing about your workplace. It makes me feel better about you going away on tour." Her sweet words definately get to me.
"Ok, well, I walked around the hallways and looked into pretty much all of the rooms in the building. It was pretty cool. Then, I heard noise and walked in of, wait for it. . . Brittany herself!" I hear a gasp from Quinn, and continue with my story. "We ended up talking for a bit, until the other dancers showed up, and I was kind of in a daze the rest of the time, because, I mean, I actually talked to Brittany. I have totally had a major celebrity crush on her for, like, ever, and there I was talking to her face to face, like nothing special was happening."
"Woah,woah. Hold your horses. So you talked to The amazing Britt. For once, you gave me the details. My baby is growing up!" I just roll my eyes at her childlike behavior.
"Well, I'm off to bed. I have a long day of packing tomorrow, and I was hoping to head back to the studio to get some practice in to stay in top shape for the tour. I will see you tomorrow, yeah?"
"Yeah, go to bed. We don't need Snix to come out and pay a visit. God only knows how you manage to reign her in the rest of the time." I raise my hands up in defeat.
"Hey," I protest. "That's not nice. Auntie Snix can come out to play now, if you like." Quinn just shakes her head. "I thought so. 'Night Q."
"Goodnight Satan." I throw her a glare over my shoulder as I make my way to my bedroom and lose myself in my dreams of the tour and Brittany and dance and Brittany and leaving Quinn, and Brittany.
A/N: Thank you guys so much for taking the time to read this. I promise that the chapters will get longer as the story progresses, I just have to build up the plot line. I would love it very much if you would review and send me your thoughts, and any great fanfics you have read, or ideas you have that would make a great brittana story for me to write. Just got caught up with DWTS. Heather rocked the house! Thanks again.