Day two in McKinley High. Singing Yay!
So we had our first day down together. It wasn't as bad as I had expected although I had a feeling that things were hardly going to get better fast. I walked into Glee hand in hand with Brittany. We walked up to Mr Schuester and asked if we could make an announcement. We waited until everyone had taken their seats and Mr Schue handed us the floor.
"Ok so Brittany and I just wanted to let you guys know that we're officially going out. And before you say it Kurt we're not making some sort of freaky alliance."
"Darn." The baby faced boy commented sarcastically.
"Well I'm happy for ya'll." Mercedes mentioned.
"All I can say is finally." Quinn smirked. To this statement everyone nodded in unison.
"Wait what? You all agree with that?" I said sharply.
"Oh come on Lopez, even I could it coming." Puck retorted.
"Ooh I can tell my dads." Rachel piped up, which earned her an eye roll from me.
"Well whatever, c'mon Britt." I retook her hand and brought to a seat up the back.
Everyone in Glee knew thank god that went alright. Now we just need to tell Brittany's parents and we were home free. Mr Schuester stood up and hushed the class into silence. He then grabbed a whiteboard marker and started writing on the whiteboard.
"Are you for serious? I'm gonna kill this." Mercedes squealed.
"This week Glee club is doing Beyonce." Mr Schue announced to groans from the male section of the club including Kurt.
"Oh my, I'm not sure if any of her songs are within my range." Rachel said dramatically.
"Did I mention there's a prize?" Mr Schue said mysteriously. "For the person who sings their song of choice best will get a lead in a song at regionals."
"Mr Schue, I've already got a song." Mercedes declared.
She got up and whispered something to Brad the pianist and stood confidently in middle of the floor.
"I just want ya'll to know this has no connotations behind, I just know I can sing it." And so she began.
If I were a boy even just for a day
I'd roll out of bed in the morning
And throw on what I wanted
And go drink beer with the guys
And chase after girls
I'd kick it with who I wanted
And I'd never get confronted for it
'Cause they stick up for me
If I were a boy
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I'd be a better man
I'd listen to her
'Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
'Cause he's taking you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed
If I were a boy
I would turn off my phone
Tell everyone it's broken
So they'd think that I was sleeping alone
I'd put myself first
And make the rules as I go
'Cause I know that she'd be faithful
Waiting for me to come home, to come home
If I were a boy
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I'd be a better man
I'd listen to her
'Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
'Cause he's taking you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed
It's a little too late for you to come back
Say it's just a mistake
Think I'd forgive you like that
If you thought I would wait for you
You thought wrong
But you're just a boy
You don't understand
And you don't understand, oh
How it feels to love a girl
Someday you wish you were a better man
You don't listen to her
You don't care how it hurts
Until you lose the one you wanted
'Cause you're taking her for granted
And everything you had got destroyed
But you're just a boy
She finished to hoots, whistles and applause. "Wow Mercedes, you've really set the bar high." Mr Schue said in awe of the soul singer. "Does anybody else have a song?"
"You know I do." I proclaimed.
Brittany looked towards me curiously and I just winked. I stood up and strutted over to Brad. He nodded at my song choice and I totally brought my A game.
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a hustla, of a, of a hustla
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a hustla, of a, of a hustla
Stop the track, let me state facts
I told you give me a minute and I'll be right back
Fifty million round the world
And they said that I couldn't get it
I done got so sick and filthy with Benji's, I can't spend
How you gone be talkin' shh?
You act like I just got up in it
Been the number one diva in this game for a minute
I know you read the paper
The one that they call a queen
Every radio round the world know me
'Cause that's where I be
I'm a, a diva, hey
I'm a, I'm a, a diva, hey
I'm a, I'm a, a diva, hey
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva, hey
I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva, hey
I'm a, I'm a
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a hustla, of a, of a hustla
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a hustla, of a, of a hustla
I walked over to Puck with my full swagger on and kept the beat.
When he pull up, wanna pop my hood up
Bet he better have a six pack in the cooler
Getting money, divas getting money
If you ain't getting money then you ain't got nothing for me
I moved from Puck to Brittany and sat in the chair beside her slouched over and bit my lip sexily as I sang to her.
Tell me somethin' where your boss at?
Where my ladies up in there that like to talk back
I wanna see ya, I'd like to meet cha
What you said, she ain't no diva
I then moved back to take centre stage in front of the piano.
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a hustla, of a, of a hustla
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a hustla, of a, of a hustla
Since fifteen in my stilettos been struttin' in this game
What's your age? Was the question they asked when I hit the stage
I'm a diva, best believe her, you see her, she getting paid
She ain't callin' him to greet her, don't need him, her bed's made
This is a stick up, stick up
I need them bags, uh, that money
A stick up, stick up
You see them ask, where that money?
I raised my hands, ushering the females in the room up to sing.
All my ladies get it up
I see you, I do the same
Take it to another level
No passengers on my plane
All the girls started to sing and dance beside me and I was totally entranced by Brittany.
This is a stick, up stick up
I need them bags, uh, that money
Stick up, stick up
You see them ask where that money
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a hustla, of a, of a hustla
Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustla
Of a hustla, of a, of a hustla
I'm a, a diva, I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva, I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva, I'm a, I'm a, a diva
I'm a, I'm a, a diva, I'm a, I'm a, a diva
"Boom!" I sounded off after the applause died down.
"That was an interesting choice of song Santana." He clapped.
"Thanks." I smirked.
We all settled back down and Mr Schue opened the floor to anyone else who had a song.
"I'll have one for tomorrow," Quinn said as she raised her hand.
"Umm... I don't t-think this is really m-me." Tina stuttered and Mr Schue nodded.
The bell rang and Brittany skipped out the door. I tried to jog catch up with her. She turned and skipped backwards as she heard my footsteps behind her. She giggled as she held up her hand a curled her index finger suggestively at me. I met her eyes and smiled broadly.
"Oh look it's the two Lesbos" A jock chortled to the rest of his cronies. "Hey Brittany do you even know what that means?" another said condescendingly.
"Do you doofus? I thought I told you creepy dorks to leave her the fuck alone? Or did your brains finally fall out ya heads?" I said critically. I arched my eyebrow and linked arms with Brittany as I waited for a response.
"Shut the fuck up Lopez, like you even care about that stupid slut anyway?" a blonde football player grunted.
"Of course I do, that's why I'm going out with her asshole. Why don't you go drop the soap in the shower, you know you love it." I said harshly. Brittany was just looking at the floor nervously.
"Look there ain't no Kurt's around here and that's the way it stays." He retorted.
"I'll bet you a hundred bucks there is and there jealous of how courageous he is. So why don't you check yourselves before you wreck yourselves losers." I chucked shrewdly as I began to walk away with Brittany in toe.
"You better watch that little piece of ass you got there Lopez, your both going down." An ape of a boy called.
I stopped in my tracks and made Brittany stay where she was and I made my way back to the group and slapped the boy across the face. "Her name is Brittany. She's amazing. I will do whatever I have to to make sure all of you jerks die before you hurt her. Do whatever you want to me but touch her and will cut all of you." I said with conviction. I strode back to Brittany and kissed her lips. I gave the huddle of football player's one last glare. I took her hand and we made our way to her house.
We pulled up at her house and we were greeted by her mother at the door. Her mother kissed us other on the forehead. She headed into the kitchen and left us in the hall.
"B, go up and get changed or something, I want to talk to your mom." I said coolly.
"Umm, is everything ok?" She answered meekly.
"Yea just give us a minute."
With that Brittany started for the stairs and I for the kitchen. Her mother, Regina, was preparing dinner and had her back turned to the door.
"Hey Ms P, can we talk for a minute?" I asked politely.
"Santana I told you to call me Regina." She snickered. "But what's wrong dear?"
"Oh well nothing's wrong, you might want to sit down though." She turned with a quizzical look on her face and sat down beside me at the table.
"If it's about the Spanish test she failed, I heard and it's not your fault."
"She told me she passed that." I said with frustrated.
"Darling, what's this really about, go ahead."
"Um well you see... Britt and I... are like... together now. Is that ok with you? I mean I understand if you against the whole thing but you see I really love her and I didn't-"
"Santana." She cut in. "just breathe for a second please." She laughed and took my hand.
"Oh sorry." I blushed a little.
"Santana I'm going to be honest with you, I saw this coming for quite a while but I'm really happy for you too." She smiled.
"I'll take really good care of her and I'll help her with all of her homework and everything else."
"I know you will because you all ready do. You help her far too much anyway and I really appreciate it. You don't have to show me that you'll be good to her because you already are. I completely trust you with her Santana." I breathed a sigh of relief and thanked her.
"I'll talk to her father when he gets back, so that's one less stress to deal with."
"Yea that would be great." I said and gave her a small smile.
"Have you said it to your parents?"
"Like they'd care, you know that." I said coldly
"Oh Santana." She sighed as she stroked my cheek. "One day... but until then, you have me."
I thanked her and she got back up to tend to the meal.
"Thank you for telling me Santana."
"Thanks for not going crazy." To this we both laughed. After a couple of moment I left and headed up to Brittany's room.
I entered and saw the most beautiful girl in the world. She stood there changing out of her uniform and I gaped at the sight. I grabbed her around the waist and kissed her bare back up her spine. She continued to change and when she was finished we sat curled up together on her bed.
"So do you need help with your song?" I whispered.
"Nope, Quinn helped me... it's really good." She said nonchalantly
"Cool, I can't wait to hear it."
"Your song was hot though." She murmured seductively.
She moved to kiss me and let's just say we missed dinner that night.
So Quinn helped her. I wonder what she singing, it better not be embarrassing because I swear I will kill Fabray if it is.
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