A/N: I am so happy that you guys are still interested, even after the wait. Thanks for bearing with me. I started on the next chapter already, and I would love to get a few reviews before I post it.

Chapter 10

All I can hear is the sound of my breathing. In and out. In and out. I can't believe I did it. I look out to the audience and see them all on their feet, cheering like crazy. I feel amazing. The sound of their screams starts coming back to me as I come back from my thoughts and into the real world. We all head off the stage and into one of the rooms. I don't know which one it is, because we rush over, buzzing with excitement.

"That was so much fun!" I yell out. I get a shit ton of cheering from the other performers in response. Someone yells out something about a party, and I follow everyone out the door. We get in a couple of cabs, and head to a random bar. Just to my luck, I happen to be in the same car as Berry and Lady Hummel. I try to ignore them, but by the time we reach our destination, I am ready to let Snixx loose on them. I reign my anger in and quickly escape the torturous cab. Luckily, since it is a small-ish bar, there are few people there, and we get in right away. We all head to the bar right away, ordering a bunch of shots to go around. My throat burns at the sensations of the straight up alcohol.

"Hey," I hear from behind me. I look over, and there I see the golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes of the rock star.

"Hi, Britt." I gesture for her to sit down next to me, and she does.

"That was so much fun. You were so good San." I can't help the light blush that creeps onto my cheeks at her compliment.

"Thanks, Britt, that means a lot. But you were so much better than me. You brought the house down with your songs and dance moves." This time, it's her turn to blush at my compliment. She looks down at her drink and swirls it around her glass. Her shyness is so cute.

"Yeah, I guess. Hey, you wanna go dance San?" I nod in response. We make our way over to the dance floor and start moving to the beat of the loud music blaring through the speakers. We let go of our worries and stress, and move freely. Our moves are more sloppy than the choreographed dance on stage, but it feels good to not have to worry about messing up. We laugh and giggle and have a good time, occasionally taking breaks for some more drinks. Eventually, we get a bit tipsy, and our dancing takes a turn, to the point where our hands wander a bit more, and our bodies get closer to one another. We dance closely with each other, and with a burst of bravery, my hands slide down to her ass. We continue grinding against each other, and I can feel myself getting turned on. The heat coming from both of our bodies is too much for me to handle, so I excuse myself, saying I have to go to the bathroom. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. After a few minutes, I walk out from the bathroom, to find Brittany sitting at the bar. Next to her are Kurt and Rachel, probably chatting away about some broadway show. I contemplate my options in my head. I could go over there and sit with Britt, and risk my ears and brain being scarred for life, or I could walk away, and not spend time with Britt. In a moment of weakness and Brittany withdrawal, I make my way through the people in the club, and sit down next to the blonde. I lean over and whisper in her ear.

"I've come to save you from the horror of the hobbit and gay broadway extravaganza. No need to thank me. I know, I'm the best. You're welcome." Brittany doesn't respond, she just smiles at me. We continue to drink and party well into the night, laughing and joking around. I know I'm going to regret all the alcohol that I'm drinking when I wake up in the morning, but at the moment, I don't have a care in the world.

I am woken up by a blinding light coming through the curtains and shining right in my face. I groan loudly. My head is pounding. I really should not have had that much to drink last night. Now that I'm thinking about it, I don't even remember how I got back to my hotel room. I roll out of bed, cursing Rachel for leaving the curtains open, and pull on a T-shirt and some sweats. I go to the bathroom and grab the bottle of advil that I brought with me. I swallow the medicine as fast as I can, hoping that it will take effect soon and relieve me of my pain. I hear my phone buzz from the nightstand next to my bed. I walk, well, stumble my way over and pick up my phone. Apparently, I have two text messages. I check the first one from last night, probably from around the time we got to the bar.

How was the show? I'm sure you were amazing. -Jess

I smile at her text, happy that she thought to ask, and respond that it went well. I go to check my other message, and see that it's from Brittany, sent a minute or two ago.

Sannyyyyyyyy. My head hurts. Are you as hungover as I am?

I can't help the small chuckle that escapes my mouth, and immediately groan, because the laugh made my head pound even more.

Ugh. Don't remind me. I feel like someone is jumping around and setting fireworks off in my brain.

That's silly. How would they have gotten in there in the first place.

Again, Brittany never fails to brighten my day, no matter how crappy I felt previously.

I don't know. How are you doing?

Okay. My head is all fuzzy. What are you doing for the rest of the day?

Nothing much, why?

I was wondering if you wanted to go get that ice cream we talked about getting yesterday before the show. I'll come get you in an hour.

Awesome. I can't wait.

I really can't wait, I didn't lie about that. I am sitting on my bed, bouncing my leg, while staring at the clock. Ten more minutes. I spent the last half an hour making myself look presentable for the world outside of the hotel room. Thank God that Rachel and Kurt are still passed out cold on her bed across the room. I don't think I could have survived my hangover if I had to deal with them this morning. I must have lost myself in my thoughts, because there is a knock on the door, and it feels like only a few minutes went by. I here a groan coming from the bed a few feet away, and can't help but smirk at the fact that the door woke them up, and they will have to deal with the pain now, instead of me. I go get the door, and find Brittany there, looking as beautiful and bright as always. I follow her out the door, excited for what the day brings me.