After running around for what felt like forever Brittany and Santana finally came to stop and catch their breath. They had snuck into the dark and narrow pathway between two tents selling various goods and memorabilia. They were hidden from sight within the shadows.
''I think we lost 'em for the time being,'' Santana said as she peeked her head out to take a gander. There were plenty of oblivious festival goers walking about but no sign of the fan mob from before that had been chasing them. She looked back to Brittany. ''You okay?''
''Fine. You?''
''Yeah,'' Santana said with relief, laughing a little bit from the adrenaline. ''I'm really sorry we didn't find your lucky pick back there in the barn by the way.''
Brittany gulped down air and raised a shoulder, shrugging it off as best she could. ''In the grand scheme of things it's not really a big deal.''
''But it was your favorite.'' Santana was still tickled by the fact that out of all picks, Brittany's most favorite one had a unicorn farting a gay little rainbow on it.
''Yeah it was. It's okay though, I'm not too bummed out over it.''
Santana accepted that with a nod of her head though she made a mental note to do something about that later. ''Did you really mean what you said earlier?'' she asked. ''About me being like a song?'' She tried not to sound too hopeful, too eager.
A slightly embarrassed smile tugged at Brittany's lips. ''Course I did.''
''Yeah?''
''You are. You're like a really catchy fun addictive song that's slightly annoying but you can't help but like it anyway. You're like every Ariana Grande song ever.''
Santana grinned at Brittany's analogy. ''I'm choosing to take that as a compliment.''
''It was meant as one.''
''So what does this mean? You and your boyfriend being over?''
''It means...I'm interested,'' Brittany admitted. ''But if you're asking if I'm ready to hop into bed with you, I'm not there yet.''
''Yet huh? I could work with yet.'' Santana stepped closer, pressing against Brittany's front until their mouths were inches apart, breathing the same air. She looked down at pink pale lips and moved forward, wanting to capture them with her own and imagining what it would feel like to tease them open with her tongue.
Brittany dodged her kiss with a grin though. ''You're not getting that yet either.''
Santana released a sexually frustrated whimper but she smiled back nevertheless. ''Not even a kiss?''
''Nope.''
''Until?''
''Until I know exactly what's going on between you and Lake. Even though I think I have a pretty good idea.''
''If you already think you know then why does it matter if I tell you or not?'' Santana asked playfully.
''Because I want to hear you say it. I don't share, Santana. I need to know because I'm not the kind of girl who would hurt another girl like that. I know you want under my skirt and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want that either.''
''Yeah?'' Santana rocked her body against Brittany's once.
Brittany hummed at the pleasant pressure and swallowed hard, trying not to lose her composure when Santana was making it so very tempting. ''Not yet. Not if it's going to hurt anyone. I dumped Mark back there because that relationship was never going to go anywhere but I also did it because I knew if something went down between me and you I didn't want to hurt anyone. It wouldn't be fair not just to him but to us.''
''For the record, no girl has ever made me work this hard for it.''
''Something tells me you like it though.''
''I do. I so fucking do.'' Santana was lightly panting at this point, wound up from this teasing little game of theirs. ''And you're right, it wouldn't be fair and you deserve to know. And when I'm inside you for the first time I don't want you to have any doubt that it's exactly where I want to be.''
''Who says you're gonna be inside me first and not the other way around?''
Her body shuttered at Brittany's words. ''I am two seconds away from fucking you into oblivion.''
''So tell me already.''
''Okay but we need to get out of here.'' Santana pulled her body away a bit and tried to shake herself out of her horny haze.
''Why? There's no one around.'' Brittany made a wave to the space between the two tents. It was a confined space that did give them a tiny bit of privacy from the crowds. No one would be able to hear what Santana had to say.
''Yeah I know and the longer we stand here alone together the more likely it is that I'm going to die from spontaneous human combustion,'' Santana admitted. ''We lost the fan mob so I think we're okay for awhile. Let's take a walk and get a drink and I'll tell you everything about me and Lake.''
''Okay,'' Brittany said. It was a good idea for them to walk off their arousal and clear a few things up before they said or went any further together. ''Let's get a drink.''
''I think we're gonna need something hard.''
A few minutes later Brittany realized just what Santana meant by 'hard drink' when she pulled them off to the side and approached a vendor making a number of icy snacks from his food truck. With a suave sort of confidence Santana whipped a twenty dollar bill out of her back pocket. She held it out between two fingertips, offering it to the man behind the counter who accepted it happily.
"I'll take a medium strawberry slushie and for the lady, she'll take your finest rainbow snowcone, good sir," Santana ordered for them as if she were ordering delicacies from a restaurant.
The vendor immediately went to work on making their order. Brittany tugged on the cuffs to get Santana to look at her. "Usually I hate it when people order for me but that was kind of dorky cute."
"Dorky cute?" Santana repeated. "No one's ever called me either of those things before."
''So is this how you get the girls into bed? Wine and dine them with slushies and snowcones.''
''No,'' Santana laughed. ''No girl's ever gotten a snowcone date with me.''
''So...that's what this is now?'' Brittany asked, intrigued by Santana's choice of words. ''A date?''
Santana cleared her throat and looked a little embarrassed. ''Well uh, I mean uh, I guess that's what this is huh?''
''Have you ever even been on a date before?'' Brittany asked, clearly amused with Santana's obvious sheepish demeanor once the word 'date' came into the picture.
''Once, like ten years ago.''
''How'd it go?''
''Sam tried to set me up with his cousin back in high school so being the awesome polite person that I am I took her to the movies.''
''And?''
''And I went to get her a refill of popcorn and she totally ditched me.''
Brittany gave her a skeptical raised eyebrow. ''Uh huh.''
Santana stared into blue eyes that were almost forcing the truth out of her. ''Fine, so I might've taken a really long time to get said refill and she might've went looking for me only to find me screwing the concession stand girl in the ladies room.''
Brittany scrunched up her face, scandalized and mildly amused. ''Oh my god. Yikes.''
''Yeah I know. After that I kind of realized dating wasn't my bag so I never really tried it again.''
''Why?''
''I love girls, girls are amazing and soft and warm, girls are wonderful...but I've never been interested in seriously dating any. Not because I don't want to. I've just never come across someone who made me feel all stupid and giddy like, you know? What's the point of dating someone unless there's something real and intense there. I'm open to the idea of it, I've just never done it before.''
The vendor placed their order on the counter and Santana thanked him with a nod and told him to keep the change from her twenty. She and Brittany began walking off again, this time with their treats in hand.
Brittany licked at her cone as she spoke. ''So you're like a virgin?''
''Pfft virgin. No, definitely not a virgin.''
''You sort of are though, a dating virgin. You've never been on a date. Not a real one anyway. And no it doesn't count as a date if you ended up sleeping with a different person at the end of the night. If you never dated in high school and just survived on one night stands, you're totally a dating virgin. I mean...unless you count you and Lake.'' Brittany was making a clear point to get their conversation back on track to what she needed to know for sure. Going back and forth flirting with Santana was fun and engaging sure but she didn't want to get herself any more invested in what could be until she knew for sure what really was.
''Nothing about me and Lake has ever counted.''
X
Meanwhile back at the barn, Quinn, Tina and Sam walked out of the front entrance together. They had been dancing for the better part of an hour and decided to get some air but found themselves a little confused when they realized their bandmates were nowhere in sight, not on the dance floor, not near the bar.
Brittany and Santana were gone as was Dani, not to mention Lake and Mark who weren't part of either band but had been hanging with the group all evening.
''Right, well, Santana's not answering,'' Sam announced after he attempted to give his bandmate a call but was sent to voicemail.
''Same with Brittany,'' Quinn said after attempting to do the same with her own band leader. ''I don't know about any of the others but we at least know where ever they are they're together.''
Tina laughed. ''Cause they're off somewhere hooking up you mean?''
''Cause they're still handcuffed to each other, but yeah probably that too. I'm not two worried about them wandering off because they're together. Dani disappearing on us on the other hand, that isn't like her.''
''For the record do any of us care about Lake and Mark?'' Tina asked.
Sam tilted his head in consideration. ''Lake's okay.''
''So what do we do then,'' Tina waved both hands about at her side, stumped as to what they should do. ''Do we just stay here and hope they show up or do we go off to look for them?''
''We could retrace our steps,'' Quinn suggested. ''Maybe they're back at the artists accommodations, or maybe they went to one of our tour buses?''
''Maybe we should just let them do their thing and let them find us when they're ready?'' Sam said as he went to stand between the two women. ''I'm sure Dani, Lake and Mark are fine and as for Santana and Brittany, I don't know about you guys but I'm kind of over watching them flirt with each other like a couple of twelve year olds.''
''I second that,'' Tina agreed.
The three of them then decided to simply carry on with their night and enjoy the festival until one of the others called back or answered their texts. They walked the grounds and eventually found themselves roaming through pathways filled with several carnival like attractions. There was a huge drop tower, bumper cars and a couple of different pendulum rides, not to mention rows and rows of booths set up with small games, like water pistol and ring toss where one could pay an obscene amount of money to win useless trinkets. After grabbing a few of slushies from concessions they wandered around for awhile until they came across several lanes of ski ball which Tina insisted they stop and play because ''this game is my bitch'' she said.
What was meant to be a quick game turned into a good half hour though as they each got weirdly invested in one upping each other, pumping quarter after quarter into the machines in the hopes their next try would bring them more tickets.
''...and so then I told Halsey 'thanks but I'm not that into that','' said Quinn with a smile and a shrug before rolling a ski ball up her lane where it reached the top and sunk itself into the very middle hole. ''And that's the most famous person who's ever hit on me.''
''No way,'' Tina sang. ''When did this happen?''
''Last month when we were in L.A. and we hit up some club for Dani's birthday,'' Quinn reminded her. ''You probably don't remember it because that was the night Kanye had his meltdown-''
Tina cackled. ''Which one?''
''The one on stage,'' Quinn answered and then turned to inform Sam. ''Tina's a slut for gossip, any time anything juicy goes down she's suddenly glued to her phone.''
''Blind Gossip is totally my homepage,'' Tina admitted. ''You know, you and Santana show up in a lot of those posts.''
Sam had in full bowling pose, about to let a ski ball fly out of his hand but startled by Tina's words his hand jerked awkwardly, sending his ball flying across lanes to break a neon glass sign. ''We are?''
''Yeah, especially over the last year when you've really blown up.'' Tina took a break from her game to knock back the last of her slushie.
Sam's easy demeanor turned tense. He picked up another ball but instead of throwing it he held it in both hands and gripped it as if trying to push all of his feelings into the object so he wouldn't have to deal with it. ''A lot of the stuff on those blogs is made up though.''
''Probably but it's still entertaining,'' Tina conceded. ''And for what it's worth what I've read about you hasn't been bad.''
With a troubled sigh Sam sat down on his lane, very much looking like a little boy lost. ''What exactly have you read?''
Tina exchanged a look with Quinn as if she was unsure if it was appropriate to share but then again Sam seemed like a pretty cool guy to her. Despite The Make's popularity it seemed none of it had went to his head. He had spent the entire evening hanging out with them because Santana had been handcuffed to Brittany but he never looked bored or put out and genuinely seemed to have enjoyed their concert and their company.
''Do you really want to know?'' Tina asked with a wince on her face.
Sam nodded. ''Yeah.''
''Well, according to Blind Gossip you and Santana have been having in-band issues and a lot of comments say you two...are...well…on the verge of breaking up. There's a lot of fan theories out there, especially on Reddit and Tumblr. No one really knows but people say they've definitely sensed some kind of shift between you two during live performances. Then again,'' Tina carried on with a passive wave of her hand. ''All of that could just be talk. I mean there's also a crazy rumor that Santana walked into a Breadstix restaurant once with a will barrel and demanded that they fill it up and when the waitress refused she got the lady fired.''
''It's true.''
''About the will barrel?'' asked Quinn.
''About me and Santana having our issues together,'' Sam said with a weary kind of acceptance. ''We've been having a hard time together.''
Both Tina and Quinn looked taken aback by his nonchalant confession. They didn't know either member of The Make all that well but it made them pause to know that all was not well between Sam and Santana.
''I mean she's my oldest friend,'' Sam rushed to explain, trying to let them know that despite their issues there was no real bad blood. ''I love her like a sister, I always will, but lately...it hasn't been the easiest thing being in a band with her.''
Quinn and Tina went to sit at the edge of their ski ball lanes on either side of him as they went to listen to what Sam had to say about the matter.
''What happened?''
X
After finishing their icy snacks and walking together in a loaded kind of silence for some time Santana led Brittany off towards a wide open space of the festival.
It was like a giant lawn decorated with dozens and dozens of strange but wonderfully whimsical art installations. There was a twenty foot tall bright multi colored butterfly. A set of yellow stairs that went absolutely nowhere. A statute of an astronaut riding a dinosaur. There was also for some strange reason a series of doors that one could open and close but led nowhere and did nothing. Everything was bright, beautiful and abstract.
And among all of these were a handful of pristine white minimalist benches where festival goers could sit, admire and dwell. Because it was night not only was the space mostly deserted but it also took on a very quiet and serene atmosphere under the moon.
They took a seat side by side on one of the benches. Brittany waited and watched as Santana closed her eyes as if mentally preparing herself. Eventually Santana took a deep breath and turned so their bodies were facing each other. She placed a hand on Brittany's bare knee and gently squeezed though this time Brittany could tell, it wasn't flirtatious or sexual or anything of the sort. Santana legitimately looked terrified and needed some kind of touch, some kind of comfort.
''Brittany, me and Lake aren't really girlfriends.''
''Then why did you ever tell me she was?'' Brittany asked, encouraging her to go on.
''Because that's what I've been told to say...that's what she's been told to say.''
''So you and her have never been together?''
''In a relationship, no.''
''Then why do you pretend you are?''
Santana let her head sink. ''What I'm about to tell you, not all of it's pretty.''
''I don't care, I mean no, I do care but…'' Brittany searched for the words but she was just so stunned at seeing Santana so openly frazzled and vulnerable. ''Whatever it is you can tell me. I won't tell anyone else.''
''For the last year Sam and I have been on the road touring and when we're not touring we're doing an interview or a photo shoot or walking some fucking red carpet and I was getting tired and fed up of playing a part, of being some dumb heartthrob...of being some record company's stupid puppet. So I started acting up.''
''Acting up how?''
''Drinking more mostly. I started bailing on tv appearances. Me and a couple of friends trashed a hotel room. I threw a drink at a paparazzi following me. I got into some ridiculous Twitter feud with Kanye. I started saying really stupid shit in the press. I felt all this pressure to be the thing everyone wanted me to be.''
''Which is?''
''A face, a body. A commodity that the label wants to sell. Sure I was making music and money and getting everything I wanted but I got tired of being treated like a thing instead of a person. So I said fuck it. Things started getting messy, I started getting messy. I could tell Sam was starting to pick up that something was wrong but I was really good at hiding it from him. I was managing it. And then The Make got the opportunity of a lifetime offered to us.''
''What was it?''
''When Prince passed away it was obviously huge, devastating news to anyone who loved music and the Superbowl was right around the corner and the top secret plan in place was for the entire half time show to pay tribute to him, after all his Superbowl half time show is pretty much the most iconic half time show of the past twenty years. It was going to be a huge Prince medley. Beyonce, Lenny Kravitz, Lady Gaga and The Make with a special appearance by Prince's long time collaborator Sheila E, who's a big freaking deal in her own right. All of us on one stage together singing and playing in honor of Prince. It was going to be absolutely huge and everyone was instructed to keep it hush so no announcements were made but the contracts had went out to all of us. We were all on board. Only…''
''Only what? It's okay.''
''Only I was still pissed off and raging inside about everything else. I was still being messy as fuck. About two weeks before the show I was at this industry party at some record producers house with a lot of important bigwigs and I got trashed and sloppy drunk and made an ass out of myself which I think they would've probably overlooked. What they couldn't overlook however was the fact that one of the really important, powerful record executives found me and his wife in the kitchen…''
''In the kitchen doing?''
Santana winced. ''...you know.''
Unlike Santana's earlier confession about her one attempt at dating during her high school years, nothing about this story was amusing. Not as Santana was reciting it in that slow and somber way that clearly said she was ashamed. What might have been cute and funny as a sixteen year old didn't seem like it was as a twenty six year old. She very obviously wasn't proud of this.
''I was drunk and I didn't even like her,'' Santana continued with a sniff and a rushed exhale. ''I was just acting up to act up. When I drank or screwed around with someone, it was always just a way to escape feeling lonely. I didn't care if I hurt anyone else. In the end I just hurt myself. It turned out the exec had powerful, influential friends. I don't know who he talked to or what he did to make it happen, all I know is the next day Sam came over to my place, woke me up and told me that he got the call that we were out of the show. That they were pulling our invitation and terminating our contract to perform the half time show off the table. They replaced us with Pink and the show went on and it was amazing and...and I don't think Sam ever forgave me for blowing that for us. I don't think I've even forgiven myself for blowing that for us. It wasn't just the fact that we were going to share the stage with Beyonce or Gaga, it was the fact that we were asked to honor Prince who practically created glam rock so that Sam and I could do what we do.''
''I never knew that. I mean,'' Brittany shook her head about frantically. ''I saw that half time show but I never knew you guys were supposed to be a part of it.''
''No one does. No one ever will. But that was my own damn fault.''
''I'm sorry you didn't get to have that but...I don't understand what that has to do with you and Lake.''
''Well, hooking up with that record exec's wife and costing Sam and I a gig that was going to pay us millions, that was kind of the last straw for our agents and publicists. They got on me to clean my act up, to stop partying, to be more discreet with how many girls I go to bed with and they had this idea.''
''What idea?''
''Lake and I share a publicist, and it turned out that she had been going through a hard time in the public eye too.''
''Did you know her?''
''Not really. I'd see her around at parties and since we had the same PR team we'd run into each other when we had meetings with them that ran back to back. We were acquaintances but we weren't exactly friends.''
''So how did you and her…?'' Brittany drifted off and made a small wave with her hand, urging Santana to carry on with her story.
''Like I said, same PR team. While I was having mine she was out there having her own meltdown. She lost one of her parents and had some real emotional stuff to deal with and life happens, you know, she gained like a healthy ten pounds while she spent a few months just mourning. Normal. And all of a sudden gossip bloggers and snotty ass Instagram followers were calling her fat, saying she'd let herself go. People were making fun of her, posting nasty memes, all because her body was real and not some fantasy like they expected it to be. She had decided to work on her emotional health instead of spending four hours a day in the gym like she used to and people shit on her for it. She started having anxiety issues and let's be real, all of that stuff out there can really fuck with anyone's self esteem. She went through some rough spots and it kind of came to a head for her when all of her frustration came out and she snapped.''
''What'd she do?''
''Slapped Miley Cyrus backstage at the VMAs.''
Brittany covered her mouth, because even though none of this was funny, that was kind of funny. ''Are you serious?''
''Yeah. No one really knows what set Lake off but it was probably just Miley's face. I mean her face is just really slappable to begin with. Anyhow Lake had to be carried away because after that she saw Big Sean and sucker punched him while yelling 'I don't fuck with you!' .''
''Holy shit,'' Brittany couldn't contain the chortle that erupted from her mouth.
''Luckily neither of their teams wanted the story to get out because who wants to go on record that they were bitch slapped by a Victoria's Secret underwear model, right? There were minimal witnesses so they were able to put the squash on it but Lake's people told her she needed to fix her image and get herself together. Since we share a PR team and since we've both been public about being openly gay, they thought maybe she and I could get together for a little while and play act like a couple and get a few photo ops out of it all while looking a little bit more stable in the public eye.''
''So you and her don't have a relationship, you have a business transaction.''
''That's pretty much what it is. We have an agreement. She and I made a verbal agreement to do this for one year, enough time to save face and revamp public images and then when the time is right we'll orchestrate a break up.''
''Have you slept with her?''
''Surprisingly no,'' laughed Santana. Lightness coming back to her voice now that she had gotten the worst of it out in the open. ''I mean she's drop dead gorgeous and everything don't get me wrong but one night, months ago Lake floated the idea of us possibly trying to be more than PR, and because of that I could never bring myself to sleep with her.''
''Why not?''
''Because I could tell she was starting to have a little bit of a crush on me, one with feelings. Sleeping with a girl who just wants me for one wild night, that's easy, that I can do because there's no hurt feelings or obligations or anything like that. But I could never use a girl who cared for me in a real way and I knew that's what Lake wanted, something real. But I don't have the same feelings for her so I would never want to sleep with her just to sleep with her. It wouldn't be fair or right.''
''That's why she was upset when she walked into your trailer and we were handcuffed in bed?''
''Deep down she knows that me and her would never work but she can sometimes get a little peeved about me and other girls. She doesn't like hearing about it or seeing it so I try to keep that stuff from reaching her. When she walked in on us, she thought she was walking in on me and some groupie probably. She cooled down really quick though obviously. She and I still aren't best pals or anything but she's a really good person.''
''Well I never thought she was horrible,'' Brittany admitted, because it was the truth. ''I just didn't get what the deal was between the two of you.''
''Well, that's it. That's our deal. It's a fake relationship. Lake and I are like Taylor Swift and Tom Hiddleston, or Taylor Swift and Harry Stiles, or Taylor Swift and John Mayor, or Taylor Swift and Jake Gyllenhaal.''
Brittany giggled at that. ''You know, since she's a pro at the PR thing I'm surprised you didn't hit up T Swift for a fake romance for the press.''
''Pshhhh,'' Santana scoffed comically, raising her chin in a smug like manner. ''Yeah right. T Swift's white girl ass wouldn't even know how to handle all of my hotness, even in a PR relationship. No thank you.''
They cracked up together at the very thought. Brittany thought she was seeing the fun, playful Santana come back out until after several long moments their chuckles died down and Santana looked troubled once again.
''So do you hate me?'' she asked.
Brittany squinted. She wasn't sure where that came from. ''Why would I hate you?''
''For being some puppet who play acts for the cameras and the red carpets.'' Santana didn't seem angry about it. She sounded and looked sad more than anything else, as if she was expecting rejection now. ''I mean you already think I've sold out artistically, you probably think I've sold out morally too.''
''What? No,'' Brittany said urgently. ''I don't. Santana. I'm sorry if I ever called you a sell out or even just implied it. That was me being judgy when I shouldn't have been. I don't actually think you're a sell out, of any kind. I mean I don't understand the PR stuff but then again I'm not in your position. I just don't think it's fair that you have to do that - sacrifice your entire personal life - to play some twisted media game. I can't imagine what that must be like for you.'' Brittany reached over to graze Santana's jaw line with her thumb, stroking it soothingly back and forth. ''It has to be so lonely.''
''It is. But it's what I've been told I need to do.''
''Why?''
''Because The Make is popular but we've only really broken through these past two years. I have to play this stupid game right now and put in the time, make a few more albums that sell and cement my career. Once I do that then I don't have to play the game because I'll actually have the power and artistic control. I won't have to be anyone's puppet. I won't have to say or act how they want me to act. I can just be me, but I can't be that until I put in the time and prove I have sustainability.''
''And so in the meantime you just what?''
''I kill time. And maybe it was lonely and maybe it sucked but I was able to manage it...until you came along today and now killing time just doesn't seem like enough for me anymore.''
''What does that mean?''
''It means I'm seriously, passionately into you, Brittany, and all I want to do is show you I mean it.''
Brittany digested Santana's words and took a second to think it through before responding. ''No.''
''What?''
''I said no.''
Santana almost looked like some sad injured puppy in front of her. ''But I thought...didn't you want…''
Brittany stood up and took Santana's cuffed hand within hers as she started walking them off together. ''Back at the barn you said you wanted to show me a night I'll never forget but you've never even been on a real date before. You wouldn't know where to begin.''
''I could try,'' Santana said pleadingly. Confusion was written all over her face. She wasn't sure if Brittany was all in or all out.
''I don't want you to though,'' Brittany insisted. ''Because I'm going to show you a night you'll never forget. I'm going to show you what a real date feels like.''
''A real date?'' Santana smiled with relief. ''You are?''
''Listen,'' Brittany spun herself around and began to walk backwards in front of Santana so they could walk and speak face to face. ''Maybe all of the girls who came before me were trying to work some angle with you. Maybe they just wanted a story to tell or bragging rights but that's not why I'm here and that's not what I'm about. I don't care about Santana Lopez the celebrity, in fact I couldn't give two poops about Santana Lopez the celebrity because I'm not into her. I want to get to know Santana Lopez the person. You. That's why I'm here. That and you have a really cute ass in those jeans.''
''You like my ass huh? I knew it.''
Brittany rolled her eyes at that remark but did so with a grin. ''I'm totally going to pop your dating cherry tonight.''
''Pervert.''
''Something tells me you like it though.''
''I do.''
X
A/N: you guys have no idea how much it's killing me to not write brittana sex. Like, there's something about these AU versions of them that make me want to hurry up and get to that point but I'm trying to be cool and make it organic. But guuuuuhhh, it's gonna be so hot, I know it (I may or may have not written some of those scenes out already ;)
Also, I need everyone reading this to go and listen to True Love by Pink, and tell me that it doesn't scream rockstar!brittana's dynamic. Oh my heart. Just. Trust me. Go listen.
As always, thanks for reading and please review.