Hey hey! I was on a roll so I decided to update this one too. As always, let me know what you think :)
Monday morning rolled around and Santana was exhausted, as always. After the dancer auditions on Friday, she had to go to meetings all day with the record company and a party. Saturday, she had three in-store appearances and a movie premiere. Sunday brought lunch with her producers, dinner with Finn, and then she was up late working on new music. Puck made fun of her as they walked into the dance studio. She flipped him off before removing her sunglasses.
"Good morning, Santana," Courtney smiled. "Lauren, Wes, and Brittany are all stretched and ready to go when you are."
"Go ahead and get started," Santana said, nodding. "I'll get warmed up and join you."
"Ok boss." Courtney smiled and got the three dancers started.
Santana walked up to the mirrors and dropped her bag. She sat down, starting her stretches. She watched her dancers closely. Her eyes always landing on Brittany. Forcing them away, along with inappropriate thoughts, Santana stood up. She pulled her hoodie over her head, dropping it on her bag. She smoothed out her black wife beater and straightened her white and black basketball shorts before joining the dancers.
Standing in front with Courtney, Santana picked up moves fairly easily. She could see from the mirror that Brittany was picking them up even faster. Things were going well until Brittany tripped over Wes's foot and ran into Santana.
"Oh my god," Brittany said. "I'm so sorry, Santana."
"What the fuck?" Santana turned around, fuming, partly because she was tired and partly because she wanted perfection out of her dancers at all times. "Do you not know how to fucking walk? Or did you just not see his giant feet there? I mean, really?"
"I-I-I'm really sorry. It won't happen again."
"It better not." Santana stormed off, leaving the dancers and Courtney shocked.
Puck found Santana in the side alley, packing back and forth. "What the hell, Lopez?"
"I'm going home," Santana stopped and turned to her friend. "Go in and get my stuff."
"You still have rehearsals."
"What part of I'm going home did you not get?"
"You better call Finn." Puck sighed, walking back inside. He grabbed Santana's stuff and got a questioning look from Courtney. "Santana's sorry but she has to cut it short today. She'll be back tomorrow though."
"Thanks, Puck," Courtney smiled softly. Puck left and she turned back to the dancers. "Do you guys want to stay and keep working or go home?"
"I want to go home," We said and Lauren nodded.
"I want to stay," Brittany said softly.
"You two can go and I'll stay to work with Brittany," Courtney smiled. Once Wes and Lauren were gone, she put a hand on Brittany's shoulder. "I hope what Santana said didn't upset you."
"It did a little," Brittany shrugged.
"Don't worry about it. She was extra bitchy today but she's usually not that bad. Just do what you do best, which is dance."
Brittany blinked back tears, nodding. She stayed for another hour, perfecting the dance.
"Damn it, Finn," Santana shouted into the phone. "I need today off. You're killing me."
"You're exaggerating, Santana," Finn sighed.
"Please. I'm exhausted. I snapped on one of the dancers today. I can't even think right now."
"Ok fine. I'll she what I can do. But you better spend the day sleeping."
"Thanks, Finn." Sunglasses on and hood up, Santana hopped out of the car. She quickly made her way into the hotel. For the most part she hated the hotel. She would much rather be at home but she can't be there during the renovations. After taking a long, hot shower, she crawled into the large bed. She flipped through the TV channels, settling on a marathon of Jersey Shore. Nothing like some mindless TV to put you to sleep. In less than five minutes she was asleep.
Brittany tossed her keys on the table and dropped her bag by the door. She kicked off her shoes before making her way to the kitchen. After grabbing a bottle of water, she dropped onto the couch. She took slow sips as she played back the events of the morning. She didn't know what it was but she had felt a spark when her skin came in contact with Santana's. She jumped when her roommate, Quinn, kicked her in the leg. "When did you get here?"
"Five minutes ago," Quinn said, quirking an eyebrow. "Everything ok?"
"Yeah," Brittany shrugged. "Rough day at the office."
"What happened?" Quinn asked. She sat cross-legged on the couch, facing Brittany.
Brittany played with the cap of her water bottle. "I got yelled at."
"By who?"
"Santana. We were going over the dance moves and Wes's big feet got in the way. I tripped and ran into her."
"I heard she was a real bitch to work with."
"Courtney said she just wants perfection. I don't blame her. Is it bad I have a crush on her?"
"She is pretty gorgeous."
"Have you seen her dance? She is good. Almost as good as I am. The way she moves."
"It sounds like you need to keep your feelings in check. You can't afford to make any mistakes. I heard on her last tour, she made one of the dancers quit after the second show."
"I'm not worried. I know what I have to do."
"Good. So what are you doing the rest of the day?"
"Nothing. I had planned on being in rehearsal all day."
"Let's go shopping. I have a date tonight and I need a new outfit."
"Let me get a quick shower and we can go."
Santana woke up after a long nap. She sighed and reached for the room service menu. She ordered a bunch of food she shouldn't be eating. She figured she deserved it after her day. She grabbed her phone and looked for Courtney's number. She hit send.
"Hello?" Courtney answered the phone.
"Hey Court," Santana said. "It's Santana."
"Hey, what's up?"
"I wanted to apologize for this morning. I was exhausted. I didn't get any rest over the weekend. You know how it is."
"Yeah, I understand."
"How did the rest of rehearsals go?"
"I let them go. Brittany did stay though."
"She did?"
"Yeah. She was a little upset but she wanted to make sure she could do the steps right."
"Now I feel like an ass."
"Don't worry about it."
"Thanks, Court. I'm gonna get some more rest but I'll see you tomorrow morning."
"Ok. See you tomorrow."
Santana put the phone down on the table as a knock came from the door. It was room service. She tipped the young man well before he left. Sitting at the table, she picked at the food. Her mind kept wandering back to the blonde dancer. She had been a complete bitch to the poor girl and the girl worked harder to prove herself. Santana pushed herself away from the table. She couldn't stop feeling bad about being an ass to the girl. This is going to be a long tour.