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Chapter 2

Brittany squinted hard trying to find the light in the room but everything around her was pitch black. She knew she was definitely awake because when she pinched herself she felt the pain and she also knew it was morning and shouldn't be this dark because she could smell the freshly made coffee coming from the kitchen followed by muffled voices, both she recognised easily.

She could feel her heart racing in her chest… Was she blind? How would she find her way to the toilet? What if she got lost trying to find the kitchen?

"San!" she all but screamed. "I'm blind!" she kicked out her legs and swung her arms out wildly.

"Britt! Brittany! Calm down." She could hear the patters of feet against the hard would floor as Santana ran towards her. "You've got your duck blanket over your head…" Santana giggled as she reached out to pull it off of Brittany. "When I woke up this morning you looked cold so I covered you up."

Brittany could feel the blush running up the back of her neck and reaching the tips of her ears. "Oh…" she smiled shyly.

Santana sat down next to her and cupped her flushed cheek. "You're okay. I wouldn't let you get hurt. I promise." Brittany couldn't contain the wide grin that spread across her face.

"Get a room." Both girls spun round to face the person standing next to the kitchen counter.

"Shut it Q." Santana snapped giving the shorter blonde a death glare.

Quinn rolled her eyes and carried on sipping at her coffee she held in her hands. "Q's going to help me find a job while you're at school. You better hurry up and get dressed Britt it's nearly eight o'clock." Santana stood up and headed back over to the kitchen leaving Quinn and Brittany by themselves.

"So Britt, how's New York life treating you?" Quinn asked as she walked over to sit on the arm of the sofa.

Quinn had already moved out to New York with Rachel, Kurt and Blaine straight after high school had ended so she'd had enough time to get used to city life. She loved sharing an apartment with the others but when you have four drama queens living under one roof, well; let's just say Quinn's locked herself in her bathroom plenty of time to stop herself from killing anyone.

After her and Rachel had gotten together at the end of senior year, they were practically inseparable so she thought it was only right that she come with the starlet to New York.

Quinn and Blaine had gotten themselves a pretty good bar job at some quiet karaoke bar called "Vibez" near their apartment and was bringing in the cash while Kurt and Rachel were at NYADA. They loved working at the bar and getting up to sing on Wednesday nights, they loved the customers and they loved their boss. Considering it was Quinn's older cousin.

"Yes! I love it!" Brittany squeaked. "I love dancing at NYU its amazing. The classes are really hard but I've made loads of new friends."

"That's great B." Quinn smiled. She was generally happy for the girl. Nobody thought she would even graduate high school but with extra help from Santana and herself she managed it. She'll never forget the look of pride on Santana's face as Brittany was handed her diploma. "I'm glad you're enjoying it. We should organise a house warming party and invite all of Glee club."

Brittany's eyes went wide at the thought of a party and seeing all of her other friends that had either stayed in Lima or moved to different parts of the country. "That's a great idea! We can have loads of food! And… and…" the blonde began to bounce up and down with excitement, hundreds of ideas coming to mind for things for a party, too many for her mouth to keep up with so they came out as a slur of incoherent words.

Quinn giggled and pulled the taller blonde into a hug. "I've missed you B," she smiled up into her crystal blue eyes. "You're going to have to hurry up and get ready for school though or you'll be late."

Brittany sprinted towards her bedroom but stopped half way and turned round to face Quinn. "I've missed you too Q."

Santana slammed the door behind her with such a force that Quinn wouldn't have been surprised if it flew off its hinges. They walked down the bustling street in silence for about ten minutes before Santana spoke. "This is stupid Q. I'm never going to find a job here." She clenched her fists by her sides making her knuckles turn white. Quinn noticed the movement and slowly slid her hand into the brunettes, immediately calming the other girl.

"It'll be okay S. We just have to keep looking. It took Blaine and I a week before we found a job." She looked down at the Latinas hand that had turned a strange purple colour. "You cold S?" she nodded towards her fingers. Santana just nodded and shoved her hands in her pockets. She was about to ask the blonde if she wanted to go and get something to eat when something hit her.

"Hey… Q? Do you think your cousin would give me a job?" Santana asked.

"I don't know… There might be a waitressing job. We can go ask if you like? But not until we've had something to eat. I'm starving." She pulled Santana into a small café and they sat down at a table next to the window.

The waitress came over and took their orders, shortly returning with their drinks. "So, Q. How's Berry? Managed to keep yourself from killing her?" Santana snickered and smiled mischievously at Quinn.

"Rachel," Quinn emphasized on her girlfriends name, "Is fine. She's enjoying school and having her own freedom. We're missing home, but that's understandable. New York is a big change from Lima." She looked down into her drink and stirred her ice cubes with her straw. Santana noticed the sudden quietness of the other girl.

"What's up Q? Berry not putting out?" she joked nudging the blondes knee under the table.

Quinn kept quiet and bit down on her bottom lip, avoiding any eye contact with the Latina. "Oh, god I'm right!" she reached out and placed her hand on Quinn's arm. "Q, look at me…"

Quinn lifted her head slowly, her eyes glazed with a light layer of tears. She blinked furiously to make them disappear but a single tear escaped down her cheek. Santana reached over and wiped it away with the pad of her thumb. "Come on Q, talk to me. What's going on?"

Quinn took in a shaky breath before speaking. "She's always so busy, or she's got too much work to do, but when she's free she's either too tired to do anything or we're arguing. The only time I really get to see her is when she's getting into bed at god knows what time at night and getting up to go to school." Her tears were flowing freely now and she furiously wiped at her cheeks with the backs of her hand. "I'm scared I'm going to lose her San." She said quietly.

Santana hated seeing Quinn upset. The last time she'd seen her like this was when her parents had found out about Beth. She didn't want her friend upset. "Q, she loves you… no matter what, she won't leave you. If she does I'll go all Lima heights on her ass." Quinn looked up with a small smile. "Talk to her, take her out to dinner, just tell her how you feel Quinn. Anyway… it's not like you're the only one not getting any." She wrapped an arm around the blonde's shoulders and pulled her in for a hug with a frown on her face from her own confession. It's not like she didn't want to have sex, because she did, like a lot. But she just hadn't felt anything down there when she was making out with a guy lately.

"Thanks S. I won't tell anyone about you if you don't tell anyone about me? " she giggled softly as Santana nodded.

They sat in a comfortable silence as they ate their food, Quinn quietly thinking over Santana's advice and Santana thinking about the possibility of finally getting a job and being able to provide for her and Brittany.

Brittany stood in the middle of the studio with her partner, she moved gracefully to the sound of the music as the rest of the class watched on in awe. Earlier on in the lesson the new teacher she hadn't seen until that day, had stopped everyone so they could 'watch how to do it properly' her teacher had said after a couple failed to perform a lift.

Brittany never liked being the centre of attention but when it came to dancing she really didn't care because when she danced, she drifted off into her own little world. All her worries and cares disappeared and melted into nothing. It was just her and the music.

The bell rang through the school and stopped her movements. Pupils got up, gathered their things and made their way out of the corridors. Brittany was about to leave the room when she felt a soft hand on her shoulder.

"Brittany, you're all kinds of talented. Have you ever thought of going professional, or getting a career in dance?" Her teacher stood with a wide smile on her face as she looked up at the tall blonde. She was a short, ginger woman with bright emerald eyes and soft pail skin; she barely looked old enough to be out of college never mind a teacher at one.

"No… I knew I was good, but I never thought I would be good enough to go professional or anything like that." Brittany didn't want to sound vain, because she wasn't. But she could feel the blush creeping up the back of her neck.

"You are defiantly good enough to go professional Brittany," she paused to make eye contact with the blonde. "I could get you some leaflets in on studios and things like that if you like for next lesson? I could help you with some ideas?"

Brittany couldn't keep the happiness out of her voice, "Really? Thank you! Thank you!" she threw her arms around her teacher. People had told her she could be overly touchy feely but she couldn't help it, when she got happy that's all she could think to do. Her teacher patted her softly on the back and chuckled into her shoulder. "This means so much to me." her teacher nodded and let Brittany leave.

She sprinted down the corridor as fast as she could, racing towards the front of school to catch a cab. She sighed at the sight of the busy street; it would take her even longer to get home now. She bounced up and down in her seat every time the cab would stop.

"Hey there Quinn, what can I do for my favourite cousin?" a tall, well-built, blonde man walked over to the two girls sitting at the bar, he had the same hazel coloured eyes as Quinn but his skin was slightly tanned with a warn look.

"I'm your only cousin." Quinn replied flatly. "I was wondering if you had any extra jobs going. My friend has just moved out here and needs one to pay her rent." She tugged at Santana's blazer to pull her closer so her cousin knew who she was talking about.

"I think we could do with the extra bar staff actually. You're just in luck." He smiled down at the shy looking brunette. "Do you know how to work a beer tap?" Santana nodded, it couldn't be that hard right?

Quinn's cousin led the girls up to the bar and showed Santana the different drinks and fridges under the bar. He showed her how to make some shots and cocktails and got her to copy him. When he saw how well she picked up on it he smiled down at her, "If you want it, the jobs yours."

Santana couldn't keep the smile off her face as she nodded eagerly. "Yes! Thank you!" without thinking about it she threw her arms around the taller man and squeezed. They'd spent the whole day looking for jobs and finally, eight interviews later, she'd finally got one.

Quinn cleared her throat to get their attention. Santana pulled away awkwardly and took three steps back. "You can start tomorrow night if you like? I can get Quinn to show you everything else." The blonde nodded smiling at her friend.

"Thanks boss." Santana smiled up at the man with an excited grin.

"Call me Mark." Quinn's cousin extended his hand out for Santana to shake which she did without a second thought.

Brittany charged up the stairs to their apartment. She couldn't wait to tell Santana about her news. The door swung open and clattered into the wall. "Oops." She flinched at the noise. "San!" she shouted but there was no reply, her brows furrowed in confusion, she should have been back by now. She wandered around the apartment looking for the girl but she couldn't find her. "She must still be looking for a job…" she sighed and walked into the kitchen to make herself some coffee.

"I have to tell Britt!" Santana squealed as she clambered out of the cab. When she realised the blonde wasn't following her she turned round to face her. "Coming Q?"

"Can't, have to go and talk to Rach." She smiled softly up at the Latina letting her know what she was going to do.

"Thank you for the help Q. Good luck." She leant back down and hugged the blonde.

She spun around on her heals and hurled her way up the stairs and almost threw the door off its hinges. The first thing she noticed was the blonde standing in the middle of the room, walking slowly towards her with a startled look on her face.

She didn't need to think twice. She threw herself at the blonde, her arms wrapped around her neck and her legs around her waist. "B! I got a job! I got a fucking job Britt!" tears began to drop from the Latinas eyes, she was so proud of herself.

"San, that's amazing," she kissed Santana's cheek without thinking but pulled away when she realised what she was doing, I violent flush spread across her face at the electrical buzz she got from touching Santana. "I'm proud of you." Brittany spun her around until she began to feel dizzy and set Santana down on the kitchen worktop and climbed up next to her.

"Thanks B."

"I have some news of my own as well actually…" she paused while she poured Santana some coffee and handed it over. "I was about to leave school today when my teacher stopped me… she told me I was good enough to get a job in dancing or go professional and that she would bring in some leaflets next lesson to help me decide if it's what I want!"

Santana jumped down of the worktop and set her cup down slowly and steadily, her face calm. That was until she turned round to face the blonde. A huge smile that went all the way up to her eyes, formed on her face as she grabbed the blonde's hands and began to jump up and down on the spot screaming.

"Britt! That's… That's… oh my god Britt!" she couldn't find words to describe how amazing that was but she hoped her actions explained it. She threw her arms around the blonde's neck while they jumped and screamed around the apartment. Santana walked over to her iPod and plugged it into her speakers, music blared around the apartment.

Brittany grabbed Santana's hand and spun her round as they danced their way around the room, laughing and crying hysterically. Everything was going so well, Santana felt like nothing could ruin how amazing she felt right now.

Of course, she was wrong. The room began to spin and Santana couldn't focus on anything without it moving from side to side. She clenched her eyes shut tightly but when she opened them nothing changed. "Are you okay San?" Brittany asked worriedly.

"Yeah Britt, I'm fine. Just need a drink I think…" her words were slurred like she'd been drinking alcohol, but she'd only had a Sprite the entire day. She went to walk over to the kitchen but swayed heavily before collapsing onto Brittany, everything going black followed by silence…