A/N: So I don't know if it was the Glee season finale with the lack of Brittana action or listening to all of season 2's music, but I've been inspired lately. That means two updates within 24 hours of each other. Yes I am proud lol. Thanks for all the reviews. They keep my writing.

Anyways, the next chapter. ENJOY : )

Chapter Seventeen

Brittany's POV

We park the car and check into the hotel. We were lucky to get a hotel that was only a few blocks from the audition theater. To save money, we got one room with two queen-sized beds.

"Okay obviously you two are sharing a bed, but seriously no funny business," Emily warns us.

I laugh a little. "Em, like we would do anything with you in the room," Santana says.

"Yeah, besides Santana's a screamer. She couldn't be quiet even if she wanted to," I say jokingly earning a blush and glare from my girlfriend.

My sister covers her ears. "Oh God I so did not need to hear that."

I laugh at their reactions. "Okay. So we have about three hours to explore and get dinner before we need to get ready for bed. I have to be in bed and sleeping by nine o'clock."

"Jeez since when did you become a little diva?" Emily asks.

"Since I have to be up at six and be at the theater at seven for these auditions," I say matter-of-factly.

"And what if San and I want to see New York at night?" Emily says.

"Then by all means go out just don't wake me when you come back," I say, but I know Santana isn't going to go out without me. "And besides auditions are all day Saturday, we can go out Saturday night."

"I like that plan," Santana speaks up.

"Of course you would," Emily snickers. She knows I have my girl whipped. San and I have just learned to accept that fact, meaning she's totally okay with it because I'm extremely generous to her when I get my way if you check my drift.

After deciding on some places to go we leave the hotel. First, we go to the Empire State building and climb to the top. We walk through Central Park and Time Square. Not once did Santana let go of my hand. Sure we're out at school, but she's not really one to go too PDA. There's the occasional peck on the lips before class and some light hand holding, always pinky holding since it's our thing. But nothing like here in New York and I know it's because she's more comfortable here. I mean some people have given us looks, but not many. Actually no one is really noticing us and it makes me feel like we belong here. This is the place Santana and I belong. Now just for the tough part, getting here.

Towards the end of the day we sit down and eat at this nice restaurant. There I, of course, carb up on pasta, not too much. We take a leisurely stroll back to the hotel. Santana and I tried to take a shower together, but Emily was having none of it. I swear we weren't going to do anything we just wanted to be together. It's too weird and awkward to have sex with my sister in the room. After showering I hop into bed and snuggle under the covers. I'm half asleep when I feel the bed dip. I roll over, place a kiss on her cheek, and spoon with San. You wouldn't think this, but I am the big spoon in the relationship. That could be because I a little taller, but whatever. Sleep overtakes my body quickly and peacefully.

The alarm goes off at six. I roll over and turn it off then snuggle back into Santana. I hear her groan when it went off.

"So early," she mumbles. I'm a little shocked she's actually somewhat awake. Usually it takes more to wake her ass up.

"I know," I whisper.

I hear her sigh and roll over so we're face to face. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah, just really nervous. I think the only reason I slept last night was because you were here." I always sleep better when Santana stays over.

"You're going to blow them away baby. Trust me, I've got a gut feeling about this," she reassures me and it calms me some.

I get up and get dressed. We go to the restaurant in the hotel for breakfast, since it's included. Afterwards we walk to the theater. I go and check in while Emily and Santana get coffee. Emily is a Starbucks whore and can't survive a morning without her frappuccino. The others auditioning are stretching. Most of us put on our headphones and stretch or practice some moves. I like to listen to the music I'm performing to and envision my dance. Of course I stretch and everything, but for me to really perform with greatness I need to be in the moment. I'm number twelve in the auditions and as my number approaches my nerves begin to increase anxiously.

The dancers are kept in a separate room from the judges and family so Em and San can't be with me. However, I've gotten about twenty texts from Santana to stay calm. She knows me well to know I'm freaking out. I've gotten a few other texts this morning. Quinn, Courtney, and my mom have all sent me texts wishing me luck and to let them know how things go. Even Kurt sent me a text wishing me luck. When Santana declared her love for me in front of everyone, Kurt and I have been hanging out more and more. It's going to shock you even more to know that Santana and Kurt are practically best friends. Scary, I know.

"Number twelve you're up next," man comes into the room and says.

Oh shit I'm up!

Santana's POV

I begin to pace while waiting for Brittany's return.

"Jesus San could you stop. You're making things worse with the pacing and fidgeting," Emily says.

"Okay we can't keep doing this," I say. Emily just gives me a confused look, so I sit down next to her and whisper. "We need to sneak in there."

"Oh I knew I kept you around for a reason," Emily says. "Okay let's act like we're looking for the bathroom."

"Sweet. I like your thinking." We can sometimes be on the same page. We casually stand up and act like we're looking for the bathroom. Luckily, the bathroom is through the same doors that Brittany went through for the audition. As we begin walking down the halls we can hear music. Naturally, we follow the music and find a set of doors with the words "AUDITIONS" written on it. Jack pot! Carefully and quietly, we open the doors. Crouching down we sneak into the darkly lit room, seriously they made this too easy to sneak into, and sit down in seat. We're practically on the floor so no one can see us.

"That was too easy," Emily points out.

"Listen, I think it's the universe telling us that we need to see this audition," I point out.

"True. What number is she?"

"Twelve."

There are three judges, two men and a woman. I can't see their faces from this distance.

"Number twelve," one of them calls out. Oh shit that's Brit. Emily starts tugging at my arm. She's just as nervous as I am.

"What song is she doing?" she asks.

"I have no idea. She wouldn't let me see the dance or hear the music. She always made me text her before coming over. She was really nervous," I say as I see my baby walk into the center of the stage.

"Hi," she greets the judges in her bubbly way. "I'm Brittany Pierce."

"Hello, Brittany. Welcome!" one judge nicely greets. "What type of piece will you be performing for us today?"

"I will be dancing a contemporary piece," she answers.

"Great," another judge says nicely. "Whenever you're ready."

Brittany gets into place then nods to show she's ready. A piano plays softly through the auditorium. It takes me a second, but then I realize that she's dancing to "Jar of Hearts." Wonder why she picked a break up song? But my thoughts are immediately distracted as I watch her dance and I'm speechless. She's so beautiful and she's dancing with so much passion. I can see and feel everything through her motions. She's expressing sadness and emotion, but doing it with such grace that the words I'm using to describe it aren't enough. The music stops and it takes Brittany a small moment to catch her breath and regain some composure after an emotionally draining song.

"That was wonderful, Brittany," the woman says. "How long have you been dancing for?"

"Since I was four years old," Brit answers. That's not completely true. I think she's been dancing since she could walk, but she really can't tell the judges that can she? It wouldn't be believable.

"One hundreds of applicants go through these auditions. What makes you different? Why should we accept you out of everyone else?" the man says. It's not a mean question.

"I love dancing and I know I'm a good dancer," she says with confidence, which surprises me. She's so bold to tell these judges that while I would be shaking like a leave. It makes me admire her so much more. "But I don't want to be just a good dancer. I want to be great. I have so much potential to grow and I know by going to this school I can reach my fullest potential. I can become that great dancer that I have imagined myself becoming since I was four years old. For me dancing isn't a hobby or something I'm just good at. It's a way of life. I can't imagine myself doing anything else."

The judges look at one another before the woman speaks. "Thank you Brittany. You will be hearing from us in a couple of weeks."

"Thank you." Brittany walks off the stage. Once we see the clearing Emily and I sneak back out. We're walking down the hallway when Emily looks at me. "San are you crying?"

I hadn't noticed the tears before, but when I lift my hand to my cheek I feel the wetness on my cheek. I had been crying.

"I hadn't noticed. That was just so beautiful," I say almost disbelievingly.

"I know. I know my sister was talented, but that was just…well there aren't any words to describe that," Emily says while handing me a tissue.

"This school would have to crazy to not accept her," I say.

"I agree."

We go back to the "family waiting area." We're only there for a few minutes before Brittany joins us.

"Well how was it?" I ask as she makes her way into my arms.

"I think it went well," she says and pulls back. She looks me in the eyes and her smile changes into a frown. "What's wrong?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Your eyes are red. Have you been crying?" she asks. "What happened?"

"Let's go outside," I say because I'm not honestly going to lie to her, but I don't want to admit in front of anyone that I snuck in to watch her.

We head outside. "Okay spill," she says immediately.

"Well baby. Em and I snuck into the auditorium," I say not making eye contact with her.

"What?" she exclaims. "That means you saw my performance." I nod my head. "Well what did you think?"

"Oh Brit it was beautiful. You were beautiful. That's why I was crying I was just so overtaken with your performance that it brought me to tears. Baby, that's the best I've ever seen you dance," I say.

"Really?" she asks.

"Definitely. I loved it."

"Seriously baby sis you did an amazing job. They would be crazy not to accept you," Emily says.

"Thanks. So you're not mad at the song choice?" she asks me nervously.

"No. I know why you picked it. You were going for emotion and that song is filled with emotion. I loved it."

Brittany throws her arms around my neck and kisses me on the lips. We get a little carried away as our innocent kiss becomes passionate in mere seconds. It's not until Emily clears her throat that we pull away. We get lunch and Brittany tells us the expressions on the judges' faces since we couldn't see them. She seems hopeful and honestly she should be she was amazing. After lunch, Brittany takes a short nap and then we head out for a little celebration. You would think she would be tired, but that night Brittany wants to go out and dance to celebrate. And who am I to ignore my girlfriend's wishes. Unfortunately, the next morning we head home. Goodbye New York, I know I'll be seeing you soon again.

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