A/N: I felt like updating because you guys are so awesome. I will apologize for the little interaction between Santana and Brittany in this chapter, but don't worry I will make up for it in the next. This chapter may feel like it's dragging, but all the information is needed for the story, trust me. I also like to thank everyone for his or her awesome comments and support. It makes me smile like an idiot to read your comments. : ) So here's the new chapter ENJOY
Chapter Four
Brittany's POV
"Why not mom?" I sarcastically ask.
"Oh don't compare me to your mother," she says with disgust.
"That statement sounded something like my mom would say. Wonder if you reasons are the same?"
"Okay well they're not. Your mom would have an issue with the different classes. My issues are that she has a kid and you're still a kid yourself. You can't get involved with someone who has a kid."
"Why not?" I'm wondering where this is all coming from; Quinn's never acted this way in the past.
"You're irresponsible, you don't have a job, and you usually have a different girl in your bed every other night. You're unstable. Hell Rex barely made it through puppy hood," her voice gets louder with every point that she makes.
"Jesus Q tell me how you really feel?" I ask rhetorically with anger laced in my voice. "First, I'm getting a job. I have three interviews tomorrow and I'm good so I'll probably get a job right away." She rolls her eyes at this. "Second, don't roll your eyes at me. Third, you're jumping the gun on this. We've hung out twice!" I hold up two fingers for emphasizes.
"Exactly and you're already falling for her."
I'm pissed. Quinn has never attacked me for trying to date someone. Usually she is supportive when the girl makes me happy, but something about Santana has struck a nerve.
"Brit I don't want to fight."
"Then you shouldn't have attacked me," I point out.
"I just want to make sure you know what you're doing. When you fall for someone you don't always see things clearly."
I take a second to let her words sink in before whispering, "She's not Vanessa."
Quinn looks at me and I know she can see the pain written on my face. She was there when I learned the truth and she knows how easily I fell for Vanessa in the beginning.
"I understand you're trying to look out for me and everyone else, but you need to trust me."
"I do trust you, you know that."
"Okay then we're going to drop this for now and go to my parents like we do every other Sunday," I suggest.
She nods her head and we leave my apartment and head towards the parking garage. In the garage, we get into my black Audi A5 Coupe; it was a birthday present two years ago, and head towards my parents. We do this every other Sunday; Katie, Quinn, and I have dinner at my parents and play catch up on everyone's lives. We've been doing this for years. When Brie graduated high school she stayed in the city and my parents demanded to see her at least every other week, then it became a tradition. Obviously, Brie doesn't attend since she's on the other side of the country, but Katie, Quinn, and I do.
With traffic and the drive it takes almost an hour to get to my parents. I plan it perfectly every time so that we arrive just in time for dinner. If I am there long enough Katie and my mom will team up on me and right now I can't deal with them right now. The car ride is silent and tense. I'm still not happy with Quinn. We don't really fight; actually the last time we really got into it was when she told me she was pregnant. I wasn't one of those friends who turned their backs on her, but I wasn't happy how things happened. Unsafe sex is just stupid.
I pull up to the house and shut off the car, but neither of us gets out immediately. I let out a deep sigh and say, "Please, nothing in front of my mom or Katie."
"Brit you know I wouldn't do that."
"You would if you really wanted me to stay away from Santana." I give her this look so she knows that I'm still mad. Quinn nods, understanding, and we get out of the car. I lead the way into my house. As always, dad is the first one to greet us.
"Hi princess." He hugs me and kisses my cheek.
"Hi, daddy."
He sees Quinn standing behind me and does the same, giving her a hug and kiss. "How's my favorite photographer?"
Like I said before Quinn's family. Quinn laughs. "I'm good, Mat."
"Did I hear Brittany and Quinn?" my mom calls from the other room.
I walk into the living room to see my mom and Katie on the couch. Mom hops up and hugs me.
"Brittany, sweetie, it's so good to see you."
"Mom it's been a week," I tell her.
"I know, but still you don't call or text. Anytime I hear from you are these dinners."
"I'm sorry classes have been crazy."
"Yeah because dancing around takes so much time," I hear Katie say from the couch.
I roll my eyes. It's already started. "Oh my God Katie you're back." I fake enthusiasm. "I think I wouldn't have noticed you, but of course you couldn't go two seconds without making some comment."
Katie's about to say something, but mom interrupts, "Dinner is ready let's sit down."
We take a seat at the dining room table. My parents sit at the heads of the table with Quinn and I sitting opposite Katie. The dinner is prepared and sitting on the table. I've noticed they're all Katie's favorites. There's roast beef, potatoes, Caesar salad, and green beans.
"Aw mom my favorites. Thank you," she says.
"We're glad you're home," my mom says to her.
"She was gone for two weeks," I mumble under my breath. Only Quinn heard because I can see her trying to hide her smile. Everyone starts off with his or her salads before moving onto the main course. The conversation is mostly about Katie's trip and boring medical crap that I could care less about.
Halfway through dinner the conversation turns to me. "So how are classes Brittany?" my dad asks.
"Going well. Really hectic with my senior project," I tell him.
"How is that going? Are you going to tell us what you're performing?"
"Nope you'll have to wait till the show." As part of my final grade, I'm choreographing three pieces for our November show. These pieces are the showcase portions of the show. Every year one lucky senior is selected to put together the choreography. This senior gets to select the dancers for his or her pieces and the people who are involved in the whole process. It's stressful, but nothing I can't handle.
"Are you seeing anyone?" mom asks and I can't help to roll my eyes. I'm 22 and she wants me to get married like now.
"Oh yeah how are your whores?" Katie smugly asks.
Without missing a beat, I reply with the same smugness, "And how's dickwad, oh I'm sorry I mean Derek? Is he still hitting on every girl that walks in front of him?"
"Girls stop it," mom interferes. "Katie don't call them whores and Brittany don't call Derek a dickwad. Understand?"
"Yes, mom," Katie and I mumble.
"And no mom there's no one new," I lie. I can't help to let my mind wander off to a certain Latina. While we were in the park my gaydar went crazy. I've been blessed with amazing gaydar and trust me you have no idea how happy I am that Santana's gay. But with her I have to let things play out.
I'm pulled from my thoughts when mom serves us dessert. Katie and I don't say another word to each other the rest of the night. It's best that way. On the way home, Quinn and I still don't speak, but the tension isn't as thick as earlier. We're in the city, a few blocks from Quinn's apartment, when she speaks. "I'm hard on you because I love you."
I let out a deep sigh and pull up in front of her building. "I know."
Quinn gets out of the car. "I'll talk to you later."
I give her a small smile and nod. I pull away from the curve and go home. I haven't checked my phone since dinner, but I'm shocked that I have only one text message. When I see the name a smile over takes my face.
Santana: so I was thinking…we should have dinner together some time this week
I have to smile at this text. Luckily, she sent this thirty minutes ago. I quickly reply.
B: that kind of sounds like a date…
S: two people getting together to eat a meal, no big deal
B: yes, but everyone knows that dinner between two young, hot women is kind of a big deal : )
S: you're going to make me say it aren't you?
B: oh yeah
S: okay…Brittany would you go on a date with me this Thursday night? : D
B: hmm well I don't know…kidding I'd love to
S: Great! : ) I'll text you later with the details
B: Sounds wonderful : )
"Yes!" I yell into my empty apartment, empty except for Rex. I press play on the stereo and begin dancing around the place. Spontaneous outburst of dancing during happy moments is the happy dance and I don't stop for a good five minutes. It takes me twenty minutes to calm down, but the smile doesn't leave my face.
The next morning, I wake up early for my interviews. The first interview doesn't go so well. My dancing wasn't the problem, but my class schedule was. The next interview, the guy insulted me saying he didn't wasn't a Juilliard prep stealing his ideas. The first two interviews were stressful and exhausting. I'm quickly remembering why I haven't gotten a job before now. I'm on my way to my next interview and I'm not looking forward to it.
I walk into the studio and see a tall Asian standing in an office. I knock on the door. "Excuse me."
He turns around and says, "You must be Brittany Pierce. I'm Mike Chang."
He extends his hand and I shake it. "Nice to meet you."
He invites me in and I take a seat. He seems nice. He's just looking over my resume. After a few minutes he sets down the paper.
"You have an impressive resume."
"Thank you."
"But I hire people based on talent. So I'm going to have to see it. I'll give you some music and let you have five minutes to work out some choreography. Sound fair?"
"Absolutely." I love a challenge; it makes things so much more fun and interesting.
Mike puts on Beyonce "Run the World (Girls)". Even though contemporary is more my specialty, I prefer hip-hop. It's totally more fun to do because it's so loose. I listen to the music and think about it for a moment. I know Mike's watching my process, but I tune him out. That's how I work; I block everything out and focus on the dance. I have everything pretty much figured out when Mike calls time. I stand in the middle of the studio and facing the mirrors. Mike starts the music and I start to dance. I completely lose myself in the music and dancing. The music lasts maybe for a minute, no more than two. When I stop Mike starts clapping. I didn't think it was my best, but I'll let him be the judge of that.
"Wow! You put that together in five minutes?" he asks.
"Yeah," I say not really knowing if he's judging or complementing.
"That was amazing. I really liked your moves. Have you ever choreographed before?"
"Just some small pieces for school. I am in charge of the choreography of three major pieces for Juilliard November showcase."
"I can see why," Mike says and I'm happy with his response. "Okay here's the deal. I need someone to take over my classes. Producers are recognizing the studio and a few have hired me to do the choreography for their shows. I don't want to stop classes so I'm looking for someone to teach and maybe in the future do choreography."
"Okay. Well let's look at the schedules," I say.
Mike pulls out his schedule and I do the same with mine. He looks over everything then says, "This works perfectly. All my classes are either on Mondays or in between your classes."
It does work perfectly because his classes that are in between mine are scheduled so I have plenty of time to get here and back to Juilliard.
"You're hired!" Mike exclaims. This is awesome.
"Wow! Thanks," I say.
"When can you start?"
"Whenever you want," I say.
"Well if you're free this afternoon, you can sit in on one of my classes and sit through the rest of this week so you can get a feel for things?"
"Sounds good."
I sit through the class and I know I'm really going to like it here. The people are so nice. Mike introduces me to his business partner and other dance instructor, Blaine. Blaine is super gay and super nice. I already love him. He's so sweet and I can't help but think that he'd be good for Kurt. Maybe I'll set something up later.
I can't help, but to think, "Now I've got the job all I need is the girl," and this brings a smile to my face.
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