A/N: So I've been trying to write more lately, but you know how it is. This is a short one, but a lot of stuff, in my opinion, happens. Just to clarify, they are in LA. Anyway. . . Enjoy!

Chapter 7:

We walk quietly around the busy city, neither one of us speaking, just wanting to enjoy it. After a few minutes, Britt speaks up.

"Sanny, you have a really pretty voice. You are a really good singer." A compliment coming from her like that shocks me to the bone. A professional singer and pop star, not to mention my idol and crush, is complimenting me on my singing. Wow.

"Th-Thanks. It's no where near as good as yours is though." Right as she opens her mouth to, I assume, answer me, my phone rings. I glance down, and see that Quinn is calling me. Shit. I was supposed to call her when I got off my plane, and it landed 45 minutes ago. I gulp, probably louder than I should have, and answer it. "Hello?"

"Santana Lopez! There should be a very good reason that you did not call me, because I know that your plan was supposed to land almost an hour ago. I was worried sick. San, what the hell were you doing." I immediately feel guilty. It takes a lot to scare Quinn, so the fact that I made her worry makes me feel bad.

"Um, I was hanging out with Britt."

"Really?! Put me on speaker." I sigh, because I know this is not going to go well for me, and will most likely result in my humiliation. I push the speaker button, not because I think it is a good idea, but because Quinn is my best friend and I owe her for making her worry.

"Hey Quinn. How's it going? Sorry I stole San from you at such short notice. Did you know that she could sing so well?" I feel my cheeks heat up in a blush at her compliment.

"I'm doing just fine. I would be better, however, if Miss Satan would take the time to talk to me every once in awhile. Don't worry about San. I couldn't have stopped her from going if I wanted to. I mean, come on, you're Brittany S. Pierce. Hold up. Wait. She sang for you? Already? It took her years for her to open up her mouth and sing me Happy Birthday! You really must be something." Once again, Quinn strikes. "But now that I think about it, it isn't all that surprising. I mean, she fantasized about you for a while, and now she gets a chance to meet the popstar she's had the hugest cr-"

"Okay. That's enough of that. Quinn, we gotta go. Explore the city and whatnot. Thanks for calling to check up on me. Buh Bye." I quickly press the end call button to avoid further embarrassment in front of, yes, I'll admit it, my celebrity crush and idol.

"Quinn seems like an amazing friend."

"Yeah. She can be annoying, but she always has my back."

We continue walking around in the city, but when the sun starts to set we head back to the hotel, reluctant to go to our separate rooms.

"Goodnight Sanny. See you tomorrow." I give her a small smile because I don't want this day to end. She walks forward, and I don't realize what she is doing until she wraps her arms around me. We exchange an awkward hug, and go to our rooms. As soon as I get there, I close the door and flop on one of the three beds in our room and think about today's events. All of the sudden, I remember the girl I met at the coffee shop, and how nice she was. I pick up my phone and send her a text.

Hey. It's Santana, the girl from the coffee shop. Just saying hi.

As I wait for an answer, I hear some noise coming from the hallway, and the door opens. In comes Kurt and Rachel, talking about God knows what.

"Oh, hey Santana. Kurt and I were just going to watch one of the best musicals ever. Want to join us?"

"What musical are you gonna watch?" I ask, just for the sake of it. Just as she is about to answer, I feel my phone buzz and check it.

Hey Santana. I'm so glad you texted.

"-favorite movie ever." I look up at Rachel to see her finish talking.

"I'm sorry. What was that? Actually, don't tell me. I changed my mind. You go watch your movie, I'll just stay here." I turn back to my phone and reply.

Why wouldn't I text you. Wait, are you some sort of psycho?

No. I have full use of my brain, thank you very much. What are you doing?

Well, I just got to my hotel room in LA. I have dance rehearsal tomorrow.

Oh, well, then I'll leave you to sleep. Night Santana.

Night Jess.

I turn my phone on silent so I don't get woken up in the middle of the night causing Snix to make an appearance, because we all know that no one needs to be subjected to her. After a quick trip to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I crawl in bed and pull the blanket over my shoulders. It takes me a while to fall asleep, since there are thoughts that take over my mind and prevent it from relaxing. Thoughts of my day with Brittany. Thoughts about Jess. Thoughts about both of them, and how I feel when I am with them or talking to them. It seems to me that my feelings are all in a jumble. It is so confusing, because I don't know what these feelings mean. I drift off into a restless sleep dreaming about girls, dancing, Brittany, Jessica, and all of us are in a musical, for which I blame Rachel.