A/N: Hang with me, I know I am really unpredictable. I had a bit of extra free time. Someone asked me why they are starting the tour even though they haven't had any practice, and that is not the case. Britt went to New York for auditions, and has another studio in LA where they will practice for the tour. Also, it may seem like something is missing, so feel free to ask questions, but chances are, I left out that detail and it actually happened, I just didn't include it.
Chapter 5:
I don't think I will ever get used to the sight of Brittany. She is breathtakingly beautiful. As soon as Brittany sees me, she rushes over to give me a hug.
"Hi San!" she squeals. I can't help but chuckle at how adorable she is.
"Hey Britt. It's good to see you. I'm super excited." Before I can continue, I hear Quinn clear her throat behind me. "Oh, right. Sorry. Brittany, this is my friend Quinn. Quinn, this is Brittany, my. . . friend right?" Brittany nods her head while Quinn holds out her hand for a handshake.
"It is nice to meat you. I have heard a lot about you from Santana. You have no idea how excited she is about this." I feel my face heat up as I blush at Quinn's revealing comment. Britt softly giggles and turns towards me.
"That is good to know," she says. I can see a teasing glint in her eyes. "It was nice to meet you Quinn. Don't worry, I will be sure to make sure she stays out of trouble." No matter how much I thought it wasn't possible, my face heats up even more. I am sure that I look like a bright red tomato at this point.
"Alright. Well, I better get going or I will be late to work. Again, it was a pleasure to meet her. And just a warning, she tends to cry a lot when she is drunk." She sends me a smirk.
"Quinn! Stop embarrassing me and leave already."
"Alright. Alright. I'm going. What a nice way to say goodbye to your friend when you won't see her for a while." I hear the sarcasm in her voice.
"You deserved it." Out of the corner of my eye I spot Brittany trying to hold back a laugh while shaking her head at our childishness.
"Can I get a hug?" I grumble to myself, trying to make it look like I don't want to, and wrap my arms around her, giving her a big squeeze. "Bye."
"Bye Quinn." She turns and leaves with a small smile. I turn towards Brittany, but before I can say anything, a couple of the other dancers start trickling in, and I look at the clock. "Oh, how time flies"
"Yeah. Sometimes it flies so far that I lose track of it, but usually, it is just Lord Tubbington." I send her a sideways glance to check if she is joking, but her face is completely serious. She just keeps getting better and better, growing more sweet and cute the longer I am with her. After a few minutes of mingling with the rest of the dancers, it is time to board the plane. I stand in line next to them, but just as I am about to board, I feel a tug on my arm. "Will you sit next to me. We can talk and have fun." My heart flutters a bit. I can't believe she wants to spend the next few hours with me. Before I can answer, she starts to pout. It immediately melts my heart. If I hadn't already been sold at her proposition, the pout would have made it a done deal. Plus I am relieved that I have someone to sit with since I am scared of heights.
"Of course. I would love to. We are friends of course." Her shoulders relax and she let's out a happy giggle.
"Thanks. This is going to be my favorite plane ride ever, I just know it!" I feel tingles in my hand as she grabs it and pulls me along into the plane. My mind starts to wander as I realize that this is the first step to living my dream. "Hey San. Do you want the window or aisle seat?" Her question knocks me out of my daze.
"What?"
"Do you want to sit by the window or in the aisle?
"Oh. I don't care. Where do you want to sit?"
"I kind of want to sit by the window?" She squeals as I nod, leaving me to sit down next to her with a huge grin on my face. We sit there talking about the most random things until it is time to lift off. The plane surges forward and gains speed as we roll down the runway. All of the sudden, it lurches up and we are in the air. "Look San, the cars look so tiny, like I could reach out and grab one." Hearing that we are really high up, I instinctively grab her arm and squeeze. "San, are you okay?" I hear the concern in her voice and look at her, seeing it mirrored in her eyes.
"Y-Yeah. I, may have a itty bitty fear of heights." She gives me a small smile.
"Don't worry, I will be here and talk to you and take your mind off it. I am glad I took the window seat."
"Yeah, thanks for that."
"It's no problem. I love looking at the cars and the buildings and the clouds." I gulp, and she seems to notice. "But, I will talk to you instead. We can share our favorite stories." I squeeze her arm gratefully.
"Thanks. So about those stories. . ."
"Oooo. I have the perfect one. One night, I was out at the movies, and I got home at around 1:30 am. I went upstairs and couldn't find Lord Tubbington. I searched and searched. Eventually, I went into the kitchen and found the door to the fridge wide open. On the floor was a note. It turns out that Tubbs was hungry and really wanted some steak, but I didn't have any, so he snuck out and went to Arby's." I stare at her for a moment, then burst out into a fit of giggle. Freaking giggles. I don't do goggles. This is what she does to me. She is just, so. . . Brittany. Nothing compares. We talk and share funny childhood stories for a while, maybe an hour or so, and then I find myself drifting off to sleep.
"San. Psst. San." I feel slight pokes on my arm and reluctantly open my eyes. "San, I need to go pee." I let out a small groan and get up from my seat to let Brittany out. As I watch her start to walk down the aisle, we hit some turbulence. The plane jostles and I feel my feet fall out from under me. I let out a surprised, yet terrified yelp. Brittany turns back around towards me and sees me on the floor. "Oh my gosh. Are you okay San?" She helps me up, and I can't help but hold onto her as tight as possible. She hugs me back, and I feel some tears slip out unwillingly. "Shh San. You're okay." She rubs my back in comfort and helps me into my seat after her.
"I'm sorry. I-I just got s-so scared we were gonna die." She leans over and hugs me again.
"You're okay. Go back to sleep."
"Okay. I guess I could try." She gives me a small smile.
"Do you want to snuggle with me? I could chase the dream monsters away." I look into her eyes and see nothing but concern and sincerity.
"Yeah, thanks." She moves the armrest that is in between us up so that I can lean on her. She wraps her arms around me, as if that would protect me. It makes me feel so much better, and I relax into her embrace and drift off into a dreamless sleep.