Chapter 2
"Santana, open the door!" Quinn's muffled voice could be heard from the other side of the bathroom door. Santana stood in the shower, taking much more time than necessary. She just kept singing while she shampooed her hair.
"Santana, I really got to pee!" Quinn's desperate cry filled Santana's ears and she just grinned to herself as she sang louder.
"Oh my god! S, you're unbelievable! You are so childish!" Quinn said, standing in an awkward position.
"Well, if you wouldn't have eaten so much bacon, and therefore become thirsty and then ended up drinking all the milk for my coffee this wouldn't have happened!" Santana said in a sing song voice. She turned off the water and wrapped a towel around her and one for her hair.
"Saaaaaan!" Quinn pleaded.
"Ok, ok! Fine, whatever, go pee!" Santana said laughing as she opened the door, just to have Quinn pull her out and jump in, locking the door behind her. Santana just laughed. Quinn never learned that she was after all Santana Lopez, the bitch. Her way goes. Simple as that. Santana headed to her room, changing into a pair of shorts and a tank top and went into the kitchen, just to be followed by Quinn.
Santana poured up the last coffee. Quinn took a seat at their table and looked at her friend. "Yesterday…" Quinn started. Santana's ears perked up, memories of the encounter with the blond rushing through her mind.
"Yeah, what about it?" Santana said casually.
"I have never seen so many people at the restaurant before." Quinn said, while Santana nodded, being grateful that Quinn didn't bring Miss Pierce up. "Yeah, people seem to like my food, I'm just that talented" She said with a smirk which made Quinn roll her eyes.
"Well, what I was going to say was that we need more people to work with. At least two or three more. We can't keep this up, at least not on the weekends." Santana sighed, why did people have to bring this up all the time?
"I know, I just… I don't like the thought of someone I don't know walking around in our restaurant" Santana said honestly as she jumped up on the counter, sipping some of her coffee.
"Well that Brittany girl" Quinn started.
"Brittany?" Santana questioned as she looked at her while drinking her dark coffee.
"Yeah, the blond one, the one that had you stuttering." Quinn smirked as Santana's eyes went wide for less than a second only to have them return to their normal size again.
"I don't know what you are talking about" She said as she avoided eye contact with Quinn, looking around the kitchen instead.
"Come on, I'm not stupid, you totally like her! I think she likes you too", she said with a smirk. Santana was a player, and seeing Santana so weak and blushing brought Quinn's attention. Santana just played it off cool, acting like she didn't care, but her heart had started beating a bit faster when she heard what Quinn had just told her.
"Oh, her! With the guy that insulted my food. Yeah what's with her?" Santana asked as she jumped down from the counter and sat down opposite from Quinn.
"Well, I have some news about it, but you'll hear it when we're going to meet up Blaine and Kurt for lunch." She said with a sweet smile.
"So you're not gonna tell me? But you still started this conversation?" Santana asked as she arched her eyebrow.
"Well I will not tell you everything. But I will tell her that I have her number if you want it" She winked before continuing "And she has some friends that apparently can cook really good and are looking for a job and another friend that is a waiter." Quinn said. Santana looked at her while she pushed up her glasses that kept falling down her nose.
"Yeah?" She asked, actually interested.
"Yeah" Quinn repeated, a victorious smile suddenly spreading on her face.
Santana always felt uneasy when Quinn got that cocky smile. "What?" She asked. It felt like Quinn just kept her wondering the whole morning, like she was always one step ahead and Santana didn't like it. At all.
"So you don't like it when there are strangers in your kitchen. But then you meet this blond girl that you become incredibly awkward around. And suddenly, you're ok with the thought of having strangers in your kitchen?" Quinn asked, with a playful grin plastered on her face. Santana sat there a couple of seconds, not really knowing how to answer that. It seemed kind of unlike her. She would always, even though the girl was hot, say no. But this girl wasn't only hot, she was beautiful. But she couldn't go all mushy over some girl she had barely ever talked too. She had to keep it cool, she was a Lopez. She had pride.
"Well, no. It still makes me feel uncomfortable. But I mean, if we look at the circumstances, it is best that we gather some employees as fast we can and I trust that you have found some promising people. If not, I will go all Lima Heights on your ass if you fuck with my business" She smirked. She was just trying to convince Quinn that that was the only reason why she agreed. Hell she even convinced herself. Santana was back in the game.
"Whatever S, we got to get going if we are going to meet Blaine and Kurt for lunch and I, for a matter of fact, don't want to be late…again because of you." Quinn said as she shrugged and went into her room to get herself ready.
"…Well, it's…you…fuck!" Santana cursed under her breath as she realized that she had no good comeback.
One and a half hour later they were both ready, makeup and all. They headed towards a dinner around the corner from their apartment. It was just a 5 minute walk and they were in front of "their" little dinner. When they had moved to New York some years ago, this was the first place the friends went to and after that it had always been "their" place.
They walked into the dinner that had a 60's feel to it and saw Blaine and Kurt sitting near the back, looking out over the clouded street, probably talking about Kurt's fashion job. Santana and Quinn greeted their friends and sat down at their regular places. The old waitress Dorothy came by, looking over at their table. She didn't even have to ask what they were getting before she came back with coffee for Santana and Blaine, while Kurt and Quinn took tea and everybody ordered the club sandwich as always.
"Where's Puck?" Kurt asked as he took his first bite from his food, looking over at Quinn and Santana who sat on the other side of the table.
"He's at the gym." Quinn said while she rolled her eyes and everybody except Santana started laughing. She was distant today, just looking out the window thinking. She was brought back to reality when she heard Kurt's high pitch scream that seemed to make everybody, people at different tables and their table, look at him weird. He blushed and started sipping his tea.
"What did I miss?" Santana asked as she turned to look at them.
Quinn shrugged her shoulders as Blaine said "Quinn just told him about Brittany…" He looked as confused as the rest of them.
"No you guys don't understand. You said her name was Brittany Pierce. Brittany. Pierce!" He looked at them as they were the complete idiots.
"Oh my god you guys come on! Brittany S. Pierce?"
"Brittney Spears?" Santana said while raising an eyebrow. She knew that if she saw Brittney Spears she would recognize her. Sure they both had blond hair, but more than that they looked nothing alike.
"No! Santana, just no!" He said as he took the Wall Street paper hitting her several times while saying "How! Bang "can" Bang "you" Bang "be" bang "so" Bang "stupid!"
"Ow, ow stop it…stop it... OK I GET IT JUST STOP HITTING ME!" She yelled as she forcefully took the newspaper from his hands placing it out of his reach. "Dios mio" She sighed.
Quinn and Blaine were just sitting watching while their friends, or in Blaine's case boyfriend and his boss/friend, hitting each other, which was a weird interaction. Quinn and Blaine looked at each other and just shrugged, as they would never understand them.
"You were the one who said Brittney Spears!" Santana said as she fixed her hair.
"No, I said Brittany S. Pierce! Biiiig difference honey! She is like famous on Broadway!" He said as he clapped his hands together like a child on Christmas.
"Really?" Santana asked. She was getting more and more intrigued by this girl by the second. She was practically bending over the table because she was so eager to hear more, which did not go unnoticed by Quinn and Blaine who just smiled.
"Yeah, she's in Wicked and apparently this girl can dance! Before that she went on a tour with Beyoncé, way back when "Put a ring on it" was popular!" Kurt said as he continued with his little rant. "You guys, was she nice or a total bitch? I could totally see her as a bitch. You know popularity getting the best of her" Kurt said in one breath, suddenly breathing in the air he didn't even realize he had lost.
"Actually" Blaine started "Quinn talked to her the most, but she seemed to be really nice, polite and not at all cocky." Blaine said as Santana and Quinn just nodded their heads.
"Blaine, honey, tell me. Was she as beautiful in real life as on the photos?" He asked being all excited again.
"I don't know, why won't you ask Santana" Quinn said as she smirked evilly. Santana could feel her cheeks going red as she coughed awkwardly, trying to avoid Kurt's glare.
"Oh my god, do you like her?" Kurt said as he gasped.
"I don't like her, I have barely talked to the girl. But she was hot I'll give you that." Santana said causally.
"She had Santana stuttering" Quinn added quickly as Blaine laughed at the memory while Kurt's eye's just went wide.
"Santana…stutter? How does that even work?" Kurt asked as he looked at Santana as if she had grown 2 more heads.
"I was stressed, I had a full house and then that asshole started to complain about my food. I stressed. That's all, nothing more nothing less." She said confidently.
"Oh we will see about that next time you meet her" Quinn said with a smile, while Santana shot her eyes open in surprise. "N...next time?"
"Yeah, next time. That's actually why I brought all you guys together. Brittany felt bad because of what that guy did towards you and the rest of the employees. So she said that she could get us some tickets for next week's show." She said with a smile
"But they have been sold out for months!" Kurt said, completely in shock.
"Well apparently we are an exception!" She said enthusiastically. "She said we could bring 5-6 people and that I should call her after we know who can come. So are you guys up for it?" She grinned as she saw the look in Kurt's eyes. "I take it as a yes?"
"Yes all the way and… oh my god! We are going to see Rachel Berry!" Kurt continued his rant while the group settled that Quinn, Santana, Puck, Kurt and Blaine where going and Quinn would call Brittany later that week.
"One, Two, Three, Four and again!"
Brittany had lost count on how many times they had done this scene. She had perfected it a long time ago, it was just the new ones that kept messing it up again and again. She loved dancing, but this was over the top. Even Rachel seemed to get bored to do the same scene again and again.
"Ok, everybody let's call it a day!" The choreographer called out after doing the scene a couple of more times.
Brittany looked over at Rachel trying to get her attention through the crowd of dancers. Finally she caught her eye and she waved her over.
"That was a long work out. Even though I love reaching perfection, I reached perfection a long time ago with that one scene" Rachel said as she reached Brittany.
"I know what you mean, I'm so tired. I can't feel my feet" Brittany complained as she put her sports bag over her shoulder. They headed out of the auditorium and out onto the New York street.
"How was your date yesterday?" Rachel asked as they headed towards their apartment.
"Well, it wasn't that great, actually I-" But before she could finish, the short brunette had already interrupted her "I knew it! I told you, you shouldn't have gone on a date with him. If you just listened to me more often you would-"
"Rachel! I get it! You told me, but I felt bad, he asked so many times and I… I don't know, but I did meet some people, a cute blond that you would totally like." Brittany said with a smile.
"Britt, I've told you several times, I don't want to date anyone. I need to focus on my career." She said as she shook her head, laughing at her friend's enthusiastic ways.
"Well I invited them to next week's show, you know when Finn, Sam and Mercedes are coming to see us. You know their looking for jobs, well our new friends might have a spot for them at their restaurant" She said as she smiled proudly.
"Well that sounds lovely, we will help them in every way we can" Rachel agreed as she walked into the elevator going up to their apartment.
"And Rachel, promise me one thing…" Brittany said as she nervously played with her hands.
"Yes of course, what is the matter?"
"Please don't talk so much…" Brittany half whispered as Rachel's eyes grew wide. Just then her phone started ringing.
"Saved by the bell…"
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Back at the dinner the friends sat talking, lunch forgotten hours ago.
"But Quinn, are you sure she wasn't just being polite?" Kurt asked "It just sounds a bit too good to be true, you know?" He said as he shrugged.
"Kurt's right" Blaine said "Try calling her as soon as possible. I mean it would suck if we closed down the restaurant and then you don't even have any tickets." Santana nodded, it would have been a pain in the ass if that happened.
"Ok, fine I'll call her now", she said as she took up her blackberry and started to dial the number form the card.
"It's ringing" She said as everybody watched her eagerly.
"Put it on speaker!" Kurt insisted, just as she did Brittany answered.
"Hi it's Quinn!" They could hear some muffled sounds on the other end of the line, until
"Hi Quinn, it's Brittany!" The overly happy blond answered.
"Yeah I know, I'm the one calling you remember…" Quinn said with a goofy grin on her face. The blond was just too funny.
"Oh…right!" Brittany answered.
"Anyhow, I wondered…is the proposition still on, you know…with the tickets?" She said as she smiled at her friends.
"Yeah totally! Just come by next Friday by 6 o'clock and I'll get you guys in"
"Ok, sounds awesome. Santana and Blaine say's hi." She says and then Kurt lowers himself closer to the phone eagerly saying "And Kurt!"
Brittany laughed as she thought if she knew anyone named Kurt, but decided to let that one slide.
"Blaine…he was that other waiter right?" Brittany thought out loud.
"Yeah totally and you haven't forgotten Santana have you?" She said as she winked at Santana, who just elbowed her in the ribs.
"Oh of course not! She saved me yesterday! She's like…super man! But not really. But kinda!" The ditzy blond answered making Quinn laugh while Santana just looked embarrassed.
"Well Quinn, it's been fun talking to you but Rachel is nagging me about something again. I got to go, see you guys next Friday!" She said as she waved towards the phone. Then she realized they couldn't see her and just turned her phone off.
"See, it wasn't that hard!" Quinn said with a shrug as they all agreed.
The last week passed fast both for Brittany and Santana. Santana worked hard every evening. "The edge" was becoming the new hot spot. Though she loved it, she kept stressing about Friday. What was she going to wear? Was she going to hug Brittany when she saw her? What would they talk about? Was this the last time she would see her? Would they even have time to talk or would she just run off and do her show and then not come back? Was she expecting too much? She probably was. But Santana had never met someone like Brittany before. Sure their encounter was brief, but she had never stuttered before. Sure she's been left speechless once or twice, but never ever stuttered and it kind of freaked her out in every possible way.
Brittany was busy rehearsing, and even though she didn't have such a big part, she did have a big dance number that needed perfection. If she wasn't practicing, she was either with Sam or Finn, or she took her car to Queens and visited her old friend Mercedes.
Her mind would also slip to the Latina, but she didn't think about too much. She did think the Latina was attractive and she was grateful that she saved her from Artie, but she had never gotten the chance to really talk to her, which she hoped she would be able to do this upcoming Friday.
Friday finally arrived and the Latina was a mess, she still didn't know what to wear and she was nervous. She had never felt nervous before and it wasn't even like a date, she was going there with a bunch of other people.
She settled with some tight jeans, high heels and black top, reviling some cleavage, but not too much, keeping it classy. She also decided to wear a nice handbag that matched her outfit perfectly. She wanted to look hot, but classy, which she did, no questions asked.
Quinn had gone out before, saying she had some important errand to attend to and that she would meet up with her later. Santana put on her autumn coat and ran down to get a taxi. When she finally arrived, she was glad that she had dressed up. Some girls even wore long dresses; they all looked like celebrities, except from the average group of tourists. She saw Puck, Blaine and Kurt waiting for her by the opening, waving at her to come over.
"Well don't you look fancy" Kurt said as he hugged her tightly. She smiled at him and gave Puck and Blaine hugs too.
Right after that Quinn arrived, looking as dressed up as Santana, only she was holding a bouquet of flowers too. Before anyone could ask she said:
"These are for Britt, I mean she got us in at this really popular show, so I mean, she's totally worth it" The others nodded while they were waiting.
They had been outside for around twenty minutes waiting in the cold New York Autumn air before the blond was seen from afar waving at them to skip the cue. Santana felt her palms go sweaty as she saw what the blond was wearing, which was practically nothing. A tank top and a pair of short shorts, revealing the dancers long legs.
"Hi Quinn, are these for me?" She asked with a smile as she accepted the flowers from Quinn and got a hug. She went up and hugged Blaine too, and then she went forward and introduced herself to Puck and Kurt.
"This must be…Puck?" Brittany said unsurely with a playful smile on her face as he just nodded and took out her hand for her to shake. Then she turned around and held eyes with the shorter guy. "And you must be Kurt! Quinn talks about you guys a lot!" She said with a brief smile.
Brittany turned around to see where the last member off the group was and just as she turned and saw the Latina, she felt herself losing her breath. Santana looked absolutely gorgeous and she felt embarrassed wearing so little and with practically no makeup yet.
Santana was just awe struck, she felt like a teenage boy: nervous, sweaty and just awkward. She tried to play it off cool, until Brittany smiled and pulled her in for a hug. It was impossible to not inhale her scent. The smell of vanilla, it was intoxicating and her skin was just so soft.
"Hi…" Brittany said with a shy smile as the dark haired girl finally looked into her eyes.
"Hi…" she said weakly as she coughed awkwardly, trying to regain her power of speech. She started again, a bit more powerful this time.
"You haven't forgotten me yet have you" Santana said with a smirk.
"I would never forget you, you're like my personal hero" Brittany smirked back, only to have the Latina break the gaze and blush slightly.
The other watched the two interact, stupid goofy smiles plastered on their faces. If someone would walk by and look at them, they would think they we're a bunch of idiots.
"Well, we should better start walking" Brittany said as she turned around and started walking backstage with the group, walking next to the Latina on purpose.
When they entered the back stage, all their eyes went wide. If they thought there were a lot of people at "The Edge", well that was absolutely nothing compared to this. People were running all over the place, stressing over their time limit.
"Wow…" The Latina commented, letting out a long impressed whistle. "Are there always so many people?" Santana wondered out loud as the blond turned her head.
"We'll everybody aren't here yet" She said with a kind smile towards the Latina, who just looked even more impressed.
"So, Santana… where are you from?" Brittany asked, because she really wanted to know something about this mystery chef.
"Well, I grew up in Ohio, Lima. Me and my friends…" She said as she pointed towards the gang walking shortly behind them, obviously listening to their every word "…moved here a couple of years ago and we opened a restaurant" she shrugged as she smiled at how interested the blond seemed to find her, though she kept palming the side of her pants, feeling sweat poll up, still feeling a bit nervous.
"Ohio? I really saw you for a city girl" Brittany said as she wondered out loud.
"I promise you, I love New York a lot better than my home town." Santana said as she sighed at the thought of Lima.
"I can understand that" Brittany said softly, and before the Latina could ask Brittany had already run ahead waving at some people to come join them.
One tall awkward man walked over, who's name apparently was Finn. The other guy, named Sam had weird blond hair and weird lips. Then there were two girls. One named Mercedes and one named Rachel, and Santana directly recognized Rachel from the other day when Kurt hadn't stopped talking about her. After spending some short couple of minutes with her, the Latina knew she would not like this girl.
"Well, you have to excuse me and Britt, we have to head out and do our hair and makeup, but maybe after the show, we could all go for a drink?" Rachel said politely. Santana's eyes were directly on Brittany and they both blushed slightly.
Before the Latina knew it Brittany was forcefully pulled away from them just to have Rachel whisper something in her ear while they walked away briskly.
"Well, let's go get out seats?" Finn asked awkwardly as the all nodded and headed towards the auditorium.
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