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"You nervous?" Santana questioned Brittany in the bathroom.
"Nope, not really," she smiled.
They were already dressed up for sectionals, and were now in the familiar bathroom of Mckinley High doing last minute make-up touch ups.
"Good, because we are going to kick ass tonight. New Directions was doomed without us, and now that they've lost their star player," she said referring to Rachel's recent suspension, "they might as well just go home crying now."
"Oh, come on Santana you know they're good. I mean without them where would we be."
Santana knew she was right. Without them she'd probably still be hiding away in the closet. Plus she'd never like to admit it, but they helped her to realize her dream, performing. She mentally slapped herself. She wasn't about to allow any warm feelings towards them. It would be like naming a cow before you slaughter it, and that was definitely not conducive to stomping them into the ground. So she put on her "don't mess with me" face instead.
"Yeah well, we'll still destroy them," she smiled at Brittany.
Brittany smiled back, and tucked a stray, dark hair away behind Santana's ear.
"You look very pretty tonight. I really like that dress on you," the blonde whispered flirtingly.
The shiny, metallic dresses were Mrs. C's idea. They had represented all of the things that the Troubletones stood for: attitude, uniqueness, star quality, and of course as Brittany pointed out looking hot.
"Yeah, well I can't wait until we win, and I can get you home and out of that dress," Santana whispered seductively as she moved in closer to her girlfriend and put her arms around her neck. Brittany just giggled and wrapped her arms around Santana's waist pulling her in tight. She bent her head down and laid her lips on Santana's. Santana buried her hands in her blonde hair and pulled gently. Just as their kiss had become faster and more passionate they heard the door open and Mercedes sigh frustrated. They separated both blushing profusely.
"For real guys? Save it for the celebration. Come on, we've gotta get going."
The couple giggled through the embarrassment and followed Mercedes out of the bathroom hand in hand. They walked into the class room that had been set aside as their temporary dressing room where the rest of the team was waiting. Most of the girls were scattered around the room marking the dances amongst themselves. Others were sitting in the desks looking calm. One girl had her head in her hands and was looking a rather frightening shade of green and chewing on her bottom lip. Shelby went over to personally calm her down so Mercedes took the lead.
"Okay, ladies we all know we got this down, so don't be nervous okay. We're gonna blow the other teams out of the water. We're on in five so wrap up whatever you're doing."
Santana was always surprised by the level of authority that Mercedes possessed. She thought she could walk into a room and own it, but Mercedes was born to lead. Brittany walked up behind her after helping a girl with a dance move, intertwined her fingers with her girlfriend's, and rested her chin on her shoulder.
"You ready?" Santana asked.
"Well, I guess we're about to find out. You?"
"I can't wait," she smiled, and she was being completely honest. Within the last three years she had learned that she was born to perform. It was her passion, and she jumped out of her skin for every chance she got. It was like a drug she could never get enough of. That and Brittany were the only important things in her life; the two things that she could never let go of.
"Come on girls we're up," Ms. C yelled.
Brittany placed a soft kiss on Santana's cheeks then smiled as she hopped to the stage to take her place.
The music started, and Santana started to sing. She never missed queues, she hit every note, but she really wished that she could take her eyes off of the audience for a second to watch Brittany. Watching Brittany dance was like watching art. She was captivating. She was a different girl, a girl that demanded the awe and attention of everyone watching. Santana had this theory that Brittany could be so clueless sometimes because her brain was filled with dance moves in the spot where most people had logic. That was what she was born to do.
"Shit! Look at fish face, and they're doing Michael we're screwed," Santana whispered to herself. They were pulling at everyone's heartstrings it was undeniable. The Trouble Tones were better Santana kept telling herself pulling sex plus Michael was like a cop out. "No, stay positive Santana," she thought to herself. "Oh my God, I'm actually sort of having fun."
She couldn't help but dance a little. None of the girls could. It was a little frustrating, but she was trying not to think about it too much. When the New Directions' number ended everyone just started to talk amongst themselves while they waited for the judges to deliberate. This was the most nerve-racking part of the competition.
"Hey, beautiful," Brittany whispered in her ear as she snuck up behind her.
"Hello," Santana replied with a smile.
"I'm so excited."
"For what?" Santana wondered.
"For tonight when we win, and then we can get out of these clothes like you promised," she said all cutesy.
"Ha-ha, oh yeah me neither baby," she said seductively. She couldn't deny that just hearing Brit saying that made her a little anxious. She grabbed Brittany's hands and leaned in so that their foreheads were touching then gave her a quick peck on the lips. Both girls loved how they had become so comfortable with pda. Neither gave a crap about what anyone thought anymore. They just love that if they wanted to hold hands they could, and if they just couldn't hold it in they'd kiss no matter who was watching. It was wonderful.
"Could all of the show choirs please come to the stage. The judges have made their decisions," a voice came over the loud speaker.
"Do you think we should go?" Mercedes asked the rest of the Trouble Tones.
The girls just stood silent, and then much to their surprise Santana and Brittany walked out of the group hand in hand and joined Mercedes.
"I'm down. I kind of miss them honestly," Santana admitted. Brittany just stood there with a big grin on her face. It was obvious that she was hoping her girlfriend would say just that, because she wanted to go back so badly, but she would never do it without the girl that she loved.
"Anyone else?" Mercedes questioned.
"I'll go!" Sugar exclaimed as she hopped to the front.
Santana rolled her eyes. She was hopping Sugar wouldn't come, because she knew that if she did it was only because she thought it would make her look cool. Not to mention on the annoying scale from one to Berry Sugar was a good nine.
The rest of the girls just turned around and walked away. They never really cared enough to put themselves in that drama.
"Shall we?" Mercedes asked as she started to make her way to the auditorium.
"We shall!" Brittany exclaimed hopping ahead.
When they reached the auditorium the New Directions had already begun to sing. Santana recognized the song. It had actually become a favorite recently, and it couldn't have been more fitting. She realized that this was home. With these people that had become her family. Quinn began to glide towards them
"Carry me home tonight. Just carry me home."
"Please someone bring me home. Show me you need me like I need you, please" Santana thought to herself.
"The angels have arrived, but I can hear them cry. So would someone carry me home tonight?"
"I've never been so happy to see Rachel before in my life," she thought, "She's coming to bring me home. She's missed me."
The first person she walked to was Finn. She hated to admit it, but she owed a lot to the big lump. The hug was so…comforting, so family like. She thought back to the prior year when Brittany told her that family was people that loved you no matter what. She was right. These were the people that had put up with her bitchy lesbian ass from the beginning. There were two places that she knew she belonged. The first was safe and warm in Brittany's arms, and the second was here with the New Directions.