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Chapter 2: Auditions

I opened my eyes only to be blinded by the harsh sunlight sneaking through our crappy blinds. I attempted to shield my eyes only to find a weight on my arms, followed by the softest snore. Slowly I turned my head, worried at whom I'd find next to me only to have the most intense pain hit my head. What the hell happened last night? Finally gathering enough courage, I bit back the pain and turned my head. I was met with long dark hair leaning on what looked to be most of my left side. Thank god we were both wearing clothes, well at least Santana was. It looked like my stripper drunk side may have shown itself. I was wearing a shirt, but no pants by the feel of it. I tried to think back to last night, but all I got were fuzzy memories. I don't think I've ever gotten this drunk before. What was I thinking? Santana shifted her body closer causing my heart to beat faster. The feel of her body pushed up close to my own, shaping itself around my waist not only woke me up, but it woke up some feelings in my lower region. What the hell was happening to me? If this was how I felt last night then it's no wonder I drank so much. A soft groan broke through my reverie. Her head shifted again causing another soft groan.

"Britt?" she called out in a raspy tone. I tried not to shiver at the way her breath touched my ear or at how cute her morning voice was. You would think that I'd be used to this by now.

"Yea San?" I answered back softly, ignoring the throbbing my head felt as I spoke.

"What happened last night?"

I laughed softly, "I'm still trying to figure that out."

"Last I remember, we were at the party and you were crazy drunk. I don't think I've ever seen you take so many captain Morgan shots." Laughed Santana. I turned to my side and was rewarded with my favorite eyes. They were shining brightly even through her obvious hangover. "Look at you, you've only been here two weeks and we've already turned you into an Alchy." She joked.

"Ha-ha Sanny. Do I have to remind you who took care of whom in high school?" I laughed.

"Sure Britt, well actually I don't really remember most of those nights," she laughed, "Why did you get so drunk? I mean it's not like you to drink so much." She asked.

"I- I don't know." If my body was reacting the way it is right now, last night than I definitely have a good idea why I felt the need to chug down all that liquor. "Why do I feel like I was hit by a truck? Either that or I danced most of the night." I groaned as I tried to move my legs.

"Hmm I do remember some dancing," laughed San. I groaned as much as I love dancing, I can only imagine what kind of dances I performed. "Return of stripper Britt." I groaned.

"Please tell me I didn't."

"Relax, I think Quinn stepped in before anything could happen." She squinted her eyes as if trying to process her memories.

I sighed, "Thank god." She giggled softly.

"If this is how college is going to be, then I'm definitely going to love it." she laughed before sitting up slowly. Immediately I felt the loss of her warmth and fought the urge to pull her back towards me. I shook my head slightly hoping to get rid of the thoughts, but instantly regretted it. It felt like an earthquake hit my head.

"Shit," I mumbled. The bed shook as Santana jumped down slowly. She was wearing her usual sleeping clothes; tank top and shorts. My heart froze as she bent over and picked up the dress from last night that had been thrown onto the floor and smirked. Does she know what she's doing to me? I laughed at my crazy thought, how could she?

"God it looks like a bomb exploded in here." She grabbed a fresh towel and walked into the bathroom. I wasn't sure what was going on with me. Its not like I haven't felt this way before, everything just feels more intense. At least before I could just go home or date a random guy in school, but now I could barely escape. It's probably being away from my strict home that is giving me the freedom to think crazy ideas and feel odd feelings, if that makes any sense. I lay back hoping that maybe if I relaxed my mind, it would all go away.

We walked to the dining hall quickly wanting to beat the afternoon rush. Brunch was like the perfect remedy for a hangover apparently. Just thinking about all of the croissants and french toast made me smile.

"Hey guys!" said Rachel, making my head throb. Luckily I had just placed my tray down or I probably would have dropped it.

"Ugh Rachel stop yelling," I whined grabbing my head.

"But I'm not…" she huffed causing Quinn to laugh.

"Hangover?" asked Quinn with a knowing smirk. She handed me her extra cup of water, which I chugged quickly. What is it with people smirking at me? It's like they could read my mind. God I sure hope that really isn't possible. I nod causing both Quinn and Rachel to laugh. "We figured with all the liquor you drank."

"Yeah Brittany, I don't know what happened to make you drink so much, but you should really watch how much alcohol you consume. Alcohol poisoning is really common for freshmen as well as addiction to alcohol."

"Cool it Berry. She was just trying to have fun." Replied San, "She hasn't learned her tolerance yet."

"As if you have," smirked Rachel.

"Ugh its too early for a lecture," I groaned stealing some of Quinn's bread.

"Hey!" she yelled. I honestly didn't think she'd notice, she'd been gobbling down her bacon as if it was her last meal.

"Here Britt," said San handing me her last croissant. I smiled appreciatively and took it. "So what exactly happened last night?" I swear Quinn and Rachel were the perfect roomies. They were both smiling at each other with this creepy look on their faces.

"Well you and Santana were completely wasted." Said Quinn, "I mean I didn't know you could dance like that. Sure Santana and Rachel have mentioned it, but damn girl." I smiled feeling my face heat up. "It was like you were in your own element. "

"Yeah you should consider joining the dance team." Agreed Rachel. I smiled at the idea. "I hear there are actually tryouts this week." Why hadn't I thought of this?

"That's actually a good idea. Britt you should definitely try out." San said, "Oh god I can't believe I'm agreeing with Berry."

"Amazing what college does to you," shrugged Rachel triumphantly.

"So what else happened?" I asked attempting to stop any mean comment Santana would dish out.

"Well we got to the party and it was already in full swing. We got in free because that guy Puck was eyeing you down!" said Quinn. Instantly all the food in my system dropped and I felt like I would be sick. Santana wore her trademark smirk.

"He was wasn't he," She laughed, "he's definitely hot and he would be perfect for free parties." She shrugged. Suddenly images of a guy with a Mohawk flirting with Santana flooded my brain. I could remember how he was practically undressing her with his eyes and she was enjoying every moment of his attention. After that my only thoughts were alcohol and dancing. I spent most of the night dancing my stress away. I needed an outlet, maybe the dance team was a good idea. It would give me the perfect reason to dance other than at frat parties.

"Britt what do you think?"

"What?" I asked causing them to laugh. I must have missed most of the conversation by the looks of it.

"Blank out much?" asked Quinn. I looked at San hoping she'd fill me in.

"They want to know if we wanted to go shopping." I nodded happily.

The days passed quickly. I was sitting in my intro to psychology class bored out of my mind. Next to me sat Rachel, who of course was completely engrossed in the lesson. While most of my classmates were on their phones or sleeping, she was one of the few that genuinely enjoyed the class. I sighed and pulled my phone out. It was only 2:30, that means 15 more minutes until I was free for the rest of the day. Then I could finish practicing for my tryout and maybe stop at the room before to relax, plus I left my Ipod on my desk. Apparently our school had three dance teams. I was hoping to join the Hip-hop team. I spent all week creating the best routine and had barely seen San. Luckily dance filled a little bit of the emptiness. It also helped me relax my mind from the constant nagging that my feelings weren't normal for a friendship. It was so confusing. I've never felt this way for any of my friends and It's not like I've ever been in love, so I had nothing to compare it to. I wish I could talk to someone, but it's not like my parents and I are close and I can't exactly ask San. Rachel would ask way too many questions and Quinn would be just as curious; I was alone.

"Okay so remember next week is your first quiz. Make sure you study chapters 1-3." Said the Professor before dismissing us. Crap we have a quiz?

"Brittany are you okay?" asked Rachel, "You seem really distracted lately. Is it the tryout?"

"Yeah," I say, "I just need to get on this team." I reply instantly.

"Oh don't worry. If they don't take you then they must be blind. What time is it again and where? I want to be there to cheer you on." She said. I don't know why people were so mean to Rachel; she could be the most loyal friend when you needed her to be. I hugged her, grateful that I had her in my life.

"It's at 8pm in the performing arts building room B-4." I reply.

"Okay so how about we meet after your practice, maybe around 5:30 for a light meal? Then maybe after you get onto the team we can make some time to study for that quiz," she winked before opening the door to her room. For a second I just stared at her door wondering if I was hallucinating. How did she know that I was not even close to prepared for it? Did she just wink at me? Rachel was hanging out way too much with Quinn.

I stopped in front of my room door and was surprised to hear loud music playing. Santana said she had to study at the library after her sociology class. I opened the door quickly hoping to spend some time with Santana before leaving to practice. Just as the door opens my eyes widen and immediately my face burns red. On Santana's bed lay her and Puck in a heated embrace; screw that they were making out intensely. My throat closed up and part of me wanted to scream while the other wanted to run out of the room and forget my best friend ever existed. I've seen her make out with guys before, but never in a bed and never this intensely. My heart felt like it was too thick and would explode out of my chest any minute. For a second I stood there frozen that is until I heard a gasp.

"Britt," said Santana loudly, "Crap I thought you were going straight to practice for your routine." She replied pushing Puck away. I tried not to glare at him, but I felt this overwhelming need to whack him on the head with something.

"Hey Britt," he said with a smirk. Great just what I need another person smirking at me.

"Yeah sorry for interrupting, I left my Ipod," I didn't mean to sound so angry, but I felt like I was ready to explode. I couldn't stop the angry thoughts, "Have fun studying," I said emphasizing on the last word. Why would she lie to me? If I would have known then I would have saved myself from this awkward situation. Luckily my Ipod and headphones were on my desk so I grabbed them and hurried back to the door. Suddenly a warm hand found mine.

"Britt what's wrong?" she asked. I refused to meet her eyes and looked "through" her if that makes any sense.

"Nothing," I shrugged. I tried to push past her, but she blocked my way, "San please just move." I nearly begged. She nodded but didn't move.

"I'll see you at the tryout then. It's at eight right?" she asked. I nodded and then without saying another word I left. All I knew was that I had a few hours to release all of my pent up frustration and I would use them wisely.

"Jesus Britt you look like you could use a shower." Said Quinn. Rachel was behind her. The clock on the wall read 5:30PM.

"That was quite a routine." She said.

"Thanks and yeah I'm just going to head to the locker rooms. You can wait here if you want. I know how you feel about germs." They nodded as I ran to take a quick shower.

"So where's Santana?" asked Quinn, "I feel like we only see her for dinner nowadays." I was staring at my salad wondering the same thing.

"She's been really busy lately. She just joined that Pre-law group and has been trying to keep her grades up." I shrugged.

"Is she coming to your tryout?" Quinn asked.

"Yeah she said she'd meet us there at 8." I replied.

"Isn't that cutting it kind of close?" asked Quinn. She was raising her eyebrows at me; I hate it when she does that, its like she's trying to read me.

"It's fine. It's not like it's a big thing anyway. It's just a tryout." I shrug half-heartedly.

"Britt of course this is a big deal," said Quinn.

"Can we talk about something else, anything else actually," I asked.

"So how are your classes going?" asked Rachel. I smiled at her gratefully.

My phone read 7:56pm. I was seated next to Rachel and Quinn, shifting around nervously. This is ridiculous, dancing has always been my passion and I have never been this nervous. Then again being a great dancer in Ohio, does not mean that I'd be considered great in NY even if i'm upstate.

"Britt relax," mumbled Rachel. I think this is the first time she's ever shortened my name. I nodded, but her words barely registered. I looked around wondering where Santana was. She was always the best at pep talks.

"Okay everyone could you please settle down," said a tall tanned girl with dark curls, "We're about to start, could you please take a seat?" Everyone slowly started to find seats around the room.

"Is this seat taken?" asked a soft voice.

"I guess not-" I look up to see the smiling face of my best friend. She made it!

"Gosh Britt you would have just given my seat away," she scoffed playfully.

"Well leave it to you to cut it close. Plus I was kind of hoping that hot blonde over there would sit next to me," I laughed pointing at the cute guy seated not too far from us.

"Wow to think I never pegged blonde as your type Britt," she said elbowing me. That's because they're not my type, I told myself.

"Okay so welcome to the auditions for Nemesis. It's nice to see some new faces and some old. So without any more stalling we can start. I'm Janet and the co-captain of the team. When I call your name, hand Eric over there the CD and you can begin." She leaned against the podium and called out the first name. After about 15 minutes, my name was called.

"Brittany Pierce?" called Janet. Santana squeezed my hand, while Quinn and Rachel gave me a thumbs up. I stood up and handed Eric my CD then hopped onto the makeshift platform.

As soon as the music started, I was lost. I was lost in my own world. All of my nerves were released and instantly I was gone. There was no more anger, no more sadness, no more confusion, and no more pain. All I felt was freedom. When the music ended I could hear clapping, but my eyes found my favorite brown orbs and almost melted at the warmth I felt in them. She looked so proud of me. I hopped off the stage and sat back in my seat next to her. Janet called out more names, but I couldn't focus anymore. I only focused on the pinky that linked itself with mine.

"Okay that's everyone. We will email you by tomorrow. Thank you for trying out. You were all great."

With our pinkies still linked we stood up almost in sync.

"You were awesome!" said Quinn. Rachel pulled me into a short hug. I laughed and kept my pinky locked with Santana's.

"We have to celebrate this weekend," Quinn said, "I'll even get Mercedes and Mike to join us this time!" I nodded at her. I didn't feel all that stress or anger anymore. All I felt was content. The walk to our hall was quick and fun. Just knowing how amazing my friends were was enough to keep me in high spirits.

"Guys I haven't even made the team," I laughed.

"Minor details," said Rachel.

"Did you see Mike? He was awesome also! You two are going to definitely win competitions for them. You were both obviously the best!" said Quinn excitedly. She was on her second bar of her Twix and looked ready to hyperventilate.

"Okay Quinn, no more candy for you," laughed Santana as she opened the hall door.

"Yeah here we are. We'll see you two tomorrow. Brittany, we'll talk about the quiz tomorrow," said Rachel smiling at Quinn.

"Yes remember we are going out!" yelled Quinn.

"Is she drunk? I swear they put something in those candy bars." I asked as San opened the door. The room looked cleaner for some reason. "San are you okay?" I asked.

"Britt you're performance was amazing," said San genuinely. I nodded and jumped onto my semi-lofted bed. "But I feel like you were almost surprised to see me there." I didn't answer, "I'm sorry about what you walked in on. It just happened you know," she shrugged helplessly, "But you know I would never have missed that right?"

"San you have been MIA lately," I shrugged, "Plus it was just a small audition, nothing too important." I felt a tug at my heart at my words, but shook it off. Dancing was always important to me, but I couldn't expect my friends to drop everything for some small audition; it's not fair to her or any of them.

"Britt," snapped San. Suddenly she was standing in front of me, "Don't ever say that. I know what dancing means to you. That audition could easily be the start of your future dancing career and I would not have missed it for anything or anyone," she replied emphasizing the last word, "Plus how would I explain that to all of your fans when I'm tagging along with you at your future award ceremonies, if I missed it?" A small smile tugs my lips, while I raise my eyebrows.

"Who says I'll be bringing you?" I laughed as she pouted. Instantly I grabbed her hand and pulled her onto my bed with me, hugging her as soon as she landed next to me. I missed her hugs this past week. I snuggled into her warmth as she turned the TV on and pulled me closer.

Author's Note: Thanks to all who subscribed to the story. I hope this chapter was good. I'm still developing the story. What you think so far?