18 Years Old - February
She hung up the phone after talking to their bands manager and started jumping around the house. Whistling happily to herself as she entered the kitchen, where her mother just started at her and laughed. Opening the fridge trying to hide the huge smile on her face as she got herself a bottle of water.
"What's got you so happy?" Her father asked as he set his brief case on the kitchen counter.
"We got a gig, a real life proper gig."
Her mother looked up from the paper she was reading. "You guys got booked, after all that racket I've heard all these years coming from my garage, it's all paid off?" Brittany nodded. "Well where is it?"
"Some place called The Surf Shack, I'm not sure where it is, I have to call everyone else and then map quest it. I'll let you know when I know." Brittany skipped off upstairs and turned on her computer.
"Ah ha, the Surf Shack…Laguna." At first she couldn't believe her eyes. She was finally going to get the chance to go to Laguna, and she had one very important stop to make while there. Almost two years had gone by without her speaking or talking to Santana Lopez and she was hoping that would change before the beginning of this summer.
Laguna
Santana sat on her bed as her and Quinn decided what they wanted to do that weekend. The room was quiet as the girls thought, but kept coming up blank. The silence was broken by the sound of someone signing onto msn.
Quinn leaned over the bed to get a better look at who it was but when she realised who it was she just sat back.
"Who was it?" The brunette asked, Mr. Oinky under her arm.
"No one special." Santana's face dropped. "What?"
"Who is it?" The girl asked a little more firmly.
Quinn paused, she didn't know much about what happened but she knew enough to know that whatever it was it had made her best friend miserable. "Brittany."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Did she send me a message or just sign in?"
"Sign in. You should talk to her if you miss her so much." Santana gave Quinn a look. "Fine, then I'll talk to her then."
Santana turned quiet and looked at Mr. Oinky before she looked down. "No, don't."
"Too late." Quinn got up and walked over to the computer, sitting down she typed the message into the box as Santana got up and left the room.
Santana aka HBIC: Hey there
ItsBrittanyBitch: Hello jello
Santana aka HBIC.: How are you?
ItsBrittanyBitch: I'm okay… how is she?
Santana aka HBIC: She's alright, kind of moody today I think she's pmsing so I'll just take her to the mall, so we can practice saying our favourite phase… Charge It.
ItsBrittanyBitch: Somethings will never change, just ask her if she's peachy like a peach tree.
Santana aka HBIC: Um okay, not going to ask but we're going out, you should talk to her, text her cell or something, toodles.
ItsBrittanyBitch: Yeah, maybe, bye.
Quinn got up and went downstairs where Santana was getting a bowl of cereal.
"Are you peachy like a peach tree?" She asked as she sat next to her best friend. Without saying a word Santana looked up from her cereal bowl and glared at her best friend, and if looks could kill Quinn would have been dead ten times over.
Saturday
Brittany pulled up to a large house, turned off her jeep and just sat wondering what she should do next. To ring or not to ring the doorbell, that is the question. Okay that was retarded, gotta remember to skip English more often. She thought as she continued to sit in her jeep.
Deciding that she wasn't a wuss or a pansy she slowly made her way to the front door and before letting herself thing she rang the doorbell. After about a minute Sofia answered the door and looked like she was either ready to call the cops or ask a question that only Sofia Lopez would think of.
"Can I help you with something?" Sofia raised an eyebrow, finding the girl only somewhat familiar.
"Is Santana home?" Brittany began to push her sunglasses onto her forehead.
"Who wants to…Brittany?" Sofia's mouth dropped open, her eyes wide in shock.
Brittany nodded. "In the flesh." Sofia remained still. "Sofia are you okay?"
"Huh, oh yeah, come on in. You look good, nice feather, I'm sure your mother loved that." Brittany laughed. "You know I was kind of punk in my day." Sofia said in reference to the blue feather braided into Brittany's hair.
"Sof, no stories about your yesteryears please." Britany turned around to see Eric Lopez.
"Brittany doesn't mind, she's more than used to it." Brittany let out a small laugh and nodded. "Do you know where our daughter is?"
Eric shrugged and waves at Brittany as he got his coat on. "Call her cell, I'm sure she's not far." With that Eric walked out the front door.
Picking up the phone Sofia tried to call her daughter but only got her voicemail. "I think she might be at the beach at restaurant called the Oyster Hut on the pier with Quinn and some people if you want to meet up with them there. I don't mean to be nosey, wait yes I do, what brings you to town?"
"My band got a gig at the Surf Shack, so I thought I'd stop in and say hi."
Sofia smiled. "Did you have time to stay for dinner?"
"Not for dinner but I can hang out if you want some company for awhile." Sofia smiled and nodded and Sofia wasn't quite sure what she had gotten herself into.
Beach
The girls were laying on the sand getting their tan on. "I heard some indie band from L.A. is playing at the Surf Shack tonight, what do you say we check them out?"
"Sounds good…wait aren't we supposed to be meeting the guys tonight though?"
Quinn smacked herself on the forehead. "Right, this band sounded really good though."
Santana thought for a minute. "I got it, we meet the guys do the movie and dinner thing like planned and then make them come with us."
"Good thinking Lopez." The girls smiled and went back to their tanning, happy that they were going to get what they wanted.
Surf Shack - Later that night
Brittany scanned the crowd from the back of the stage trying to see if maybe Santana would show up. But no matter how hard she looked or how many times she never saw the only girl in the room she wanted to see.
"Dudes and Betty's put your hands together for Beautiful Disaster." Nat, the owner of the Surf Shack finished and walked off stage.
The band made their way on stage and Santana made her way to the microphone. "How's it going tonight Laguna?" The crowd cheered and a few guys, even a few girls whistled.
"Not very patient so we're just going to jump right in. We're Beautiful Disaster, and this first song is called, Here we go again."
"And here we go again
With all the things we said
And not a minute spent
To think that we'd regret
So we just take it back,
These words and hold our breath
Forget the things we swore we meant
I'll write you just to let you know that I'm alright
Can't say I'm sad to see you go
Cause I'm not. No I'm not. Well, I'm not.
And here we go again
With all the things we did
And now I'm wondering
Just who would I have been
To be the one attached
At all times to your hip?
Forget the things we swore we meant.
I'll write you just to let you know that I'm alright
Can't say I'm sad to see you go
Cause I'm not, no I'm not.
Well, I'm not. (No, I'm not, no I'm not).
I'll write you to let you know that I'm alright
Can't say I'm sad to see you go
Cause I'm not (no, I'm not)
Well, I'm not (no, I'm not)
I'm not, I'm not.
And here we go again
With all the things we said
And not a minute spent
To think that we'd regret
So we just take it back"
Tucking the thoughts of seeing Santana into the back of her mind Brittany moved into the next song as the crowd started to cheer louder. "This next one, is a little something I wrote last summer, it's called Pressure."
"Tell me where our time went
And if it was time well spent
Just don't let me fall asleep
Feeling empty again
Cause I fear I might break
and I fear I can't take it
Tonight I'll lie awake feeling empty
I can feel the pressure
It's getting closer now
We're better off without you
I can feel the pressure
It's getting closer now
We're better off without you
Now that I'm losing hope
And there's nothing else to show
For all of the days that we spent
Carried away from home
Some things I'll never know
And I had to let them go
I'm sitting all alone feeling empty
I can feel the pressure
It's getting closer now
We're better off without you
I can feel the pressure
It's getting closer now
We're better off without you
Without you
Some things I'll never know
And I had to let them go
Some things I'll never know
And I had to let them go
I'm sitting all alone feeling empty"
Brittany took a minute as the guitarist, Scott, went for a riff. Taking the opportunity to glance the crowd again looking for her hearts desire but coming up short. She was so fixed on finding Santana that she didn't notice Rachel in the front row.
"I can feel the pressure
It's getting closer now
We're better off without you
Feel the pressure
It's getting closer now
You're better off without me"
Without a break the band went into the next song.
"I've hoped for change,
and it gets better everyday
I've hoped for change,
but still I feel the same
There's something wrong,
cause everybody knows
That we can do this on our own
And we've got everybody singing
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
We've got everybody singing
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
We're doing fine
And it gets better everytime
We're doing fine
But I'll let you decide
There's something wrong,
cause everybody knows
That we can do this on our own"
"I wanna hear you sing it with me." Brittany pointed the mic towards the crowd.
"And we've got everybody singing
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
We've got everybody singing
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
And I'll confess
That I can be a little selfish
Yeah I'll admit
I don't want you to help me through this
I don't want to start over again
And we've got everybody singing
And we've got everybody singing
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
And we've got everybody singing
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
And I'll confess
That I can be a little selfish, I can, I can
Yeah I'll admit
I don't want you to get me through this
I don't want to start over again"
Taking a swig of water, Brittany swallowed a bit before spitting the rest out at the crowd, which only made them cheer louder.
"So this is how it goes
Well I, I would have never known
And if it ends today
Well I'll still say that you shine brighter than anyone
Now I think we're taking this too far
Don't you know that it's not this hard?
Well it's not this hard
But if you take what's yours and I take mine
Must we go there?
Please not this time. No, not this time.
Well this is not your fault
But if I'm without you
Then I will feel so small
And if you have to go
Well always know that you shine brighter than anyone does.
Now I think we're taking this too far
Don't you know that it's not this hard?
Well it's not this hard
But if you take what's yours and I take mine
Must we go there?
Please not this time. No, not this time.
If you run away now,
Will you come back around?
And if you ran away,
I'd still wave goodbye
Watching you shine bright.
Now I think we're taking this too far
Don't you know that it's not this hard?
Well it's not this hard
But if you take what's yours and I take mine
Must we go there?
Please not this time. No, not this time.
I'll wave goodbye (You shine bright)
Watching you shine bright (You shine bright)
I'll wave goodbye tonight (You shine bright)"
As the song ended Santana, Quinn, Puck, Sam and Finn walked in. "I can't see anything." Quinn complained.
"Darlin' you can never see." Sam said, getting a him a slap for Quinn.
"You're not alone Q, I can't see either but there's a table right there so at least we get to listen."
Back on stage the band was talking things over and there was no way Brittany had seen Santana walk in with the size of the crowd.
Turning back to the crowd Brittany finally cut the silence. "Laguna you guys are awesome, if you know the words I wanna hear you sing em' as loud as you can."
"I think we have an emergency
I think we have an emergency
If you thought I'd leave, then you were wrong
Cause I won't stop holding on
So are you listening?
So are you watching me?
If you thought I'd leave, then you were wrong
Cause I won't stop holding on.
This is an emergency
So are you listening?
And I can't pretend that I don't see this
It's really not your fault
When no one cares to talk about it,
To talk about it
Cause I've seen love die
Way too many times
When it deserved to be alive
I've seen you cry
Way too many times
When you deserve to be alive, alive
So you give up every chance you get
Just to feel new again
I think we have an emergency
I think we have an emergency
And you do your best to show me love,
but you don't know what love is.
So are you listening?
So are you watching me?
Well I can't pretend that I don't see this
It's really not your fault
When no one cares to talk about it,
To talk about it
Cause I've seen love die
Way too many times
When it deserved to be alive
I've seen you cry
Way too many times
When you deserve to be alive, alive
These scars, they will not fade away.
No one cares to talk about it, talk about it
Cause I've seen love die
Way too many times
When it deserved to be alive
I've seen you cry
Way too many times
When you deserve to be alive, alive"
Back upstairs Santana was trying to get a glimpse of the singer but even as her and Puck tried to make their way downstairs it was becoming a difficult task. Finally giving up she sat back down next to Quinn. "That voice sounds so familiar for some reason." She said as Quinn nodded and turned her attention back to listening to the band.
"This is gonna be the last one of the night, you guys have been amazing, and we're definitely going to be back here soon. I wrote this for someone special and close to my heart, which is why it's called My Heart."
"I am finding out that maybe I was wrong
That I've fallen down and I can't do this alone
Stay with me, this is what I need, please?
Sing us a song and we'll sing it back to you
We could sing our own but what would it be without you?
I am nothing now and it's been so long
Since I've heard the sound, the sound of my only hope
This time I will be listening.
Sing us a song and we'll sing it back to you
We could sing our own but what would it be without you?
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart is yours
This heart, it beats, beats for only you
My heart is yours
(My heart, it beats for you)
This heart, it beats, beats for only you (It beats, beats for only you)
My heart is yours (My heart is yours)
This heart, it beats, beats for only you (Please don't go now, please don't fade away)
My heart, my heart is yours (Please don't go now, please don't fade away)
(Please don't go now, please don't fade away) My heart is yours
(Please don't go now, please don't fade away) My heart is yours
(Please don't go, please don't fade away)
(Please don't go now, please don't fade away) My heart is…"
As the band finished Brittany looked around for Santana but never saw her up on the second floor.
Lopez House - After the show
By the time Santana got home she was more than a little tired. Dropping her purse and coat by the front door she made her way to the kitchen. Not long after Sofia walked in with a serious look on her face.
"What is it mom?"
"Someone came by to see you today, and you really need to learn how to answer your phone."
Santana raised an eyebrow at her mother. "Who was here, I saw everyone that means anything to me tonight, phone died which is why I didn't check it."
"Brittany." Was all Sofia said.
"Brittany, Brittany who?"
"The woman on the moon Brittany. How many Brittany's do you know?"
Santana's mouth dropped quite similar to how Sofia's had earlier. "Wh..What was she doing here, why didn't she wait, why didn't you make her wait?"
"She said something about a concert at the Surf Shack." With that Sofia walked away leaving her daughter stunned.
I can't believe Brittany was here, and I missed her. She was the show tonight and I didn't see her. She thought as she walked up stairs and called the Pierce house only to get the voicemail. Hanging up with out saying anything she just lied on her bed staring up at the ceiling, holding Mr. Oinky. Sometimes her stubbornness got the better of her and she knew it but the summer couldn't come fast enough.