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That Wednesday Alex and Santana got in the town car and headed towards the Lincoln Center. When they arrived they were bombarded by camera flashes and shouts by reporters and photographers. Santana and Alex ran inside to avoid the press. "Will they ever give up?" Santana asked as she laughed.
"Eventually. Probably when I go out of style and when someone new becomes the next big thing." Alex teased.
"Like me."
"Probably" Alex said as she rolled her eyes. "Come on lets go to the final fitting." She said as she grabbed her nieces hand.
When they arrived backstage Santana was pleasantly surprised at the lack of chaos that was going on. "Hello ladies, and my are you both looking fierce today."
"Thank you Christian, how are you." Alex asked sincerely.
"Stressed beyond belief, however I am excited to see you two strut your stuff down this long ass runway."
"Your not the only one." Santana giggled.
"I like you Miss Santana, you girl have spunk. Spunk is a trait that is often over looked, and I like spunk, especially in my models. " Christian remarked with a grin.
" Thanks."
"Is it okay if Santana practices her walk on the runway?" Alex asked.
"I don't see why not, however you'll have to ask the producer. I'll get him for you after we do the final fitting."
"All right then, lets do it." Santana stated eagerly.
The next day Santana was up bright an early for the fashion show, but before she left she gave Brittany a chaste kiss and said, "I gotta go babe."
"I don't want you to go though." Brittany whimpered.
"Think about it like this; if I don't go you won't get to see me rock the runway."
"Well tat does present a bit of a dilemma." Brittany bit her lower lip, Santana thought it was the sexiest thing ever, "Go, be amazing. I can wait to see your fine ass on the runway. I love you."
Santana smiled, "I love you to B." She kissed her one more time before she left for the runway.
When Santana and Alex walked backstage the chaotic space suddenly became dead silent. Santana whispered to her aunt, "Does this happen all the time?"
"Pretty much."
"And do you ever get used to it?"
"No, not really." Alex giggled.
Suddenly Santana heard Christian Sirano shouting, "All right everyone lets stop the gawking at Alex Caringer and her niece, who is modeling for me. They are here to do a job and so are you, so let us all do our jobs." As soon as he finished the space reverted back to loud a chaotic.
"Thanks Christian. We both appreciate it."
"No problem. Why don't we get you two dressed, and then into make up?"
"Works for me?" Santana smiled as she said this.
Forty-five minutes later Santana and her aunt were in hair and make up. "This is absolutely insane, you know that right?"
"I know, but that is what makes it so much fun."
"I guess." Alex looked over at her niece, who had a worried look on her face.
"Are you nervous?"
"Yeah."
"Understandable, just relax and breathe. I guarantee if you do that you will own that runway."
"I know. It's just that… I feel the pressure."
"You mean of your friends, the designer, the crowd, the press, and even yourself."
"Exactly that" Santana laughed.
"Well you are up right before me, so if you slip up I'll save you. Okay?"
"Okay."
Santana could not believe it. She did it. She had owned that runway. She did as Alex suggested and she did it. She couldn't believe it. As soon as Santana and Alex had gotten changed, they walked out onto the runway. The moment they did the press flocked towards them, as if they were some kind of magnet. Santana and Alex were the stars of the Runway. They took pictures and asked a lot of questions, yet Santana held her composer, until a security team came and told the press to back off.
Santana worked her way through the crowd until she found her friends and her aunt Jessica. Santana smiled as each one of her friends congratulated her, but the only one she could actually hear was Brittany's. "I was right, your ass did look fine on that runway."
THE END